I KNEW IT WAS YOU!! OMG that scara x taller reader fic was soooooo freaking good 😩 literally a piece of art sjsjks you don't need to fuss over finding and reposting bc ive read it enough to practically have it printed behind my eyelids (plus i reblogged the og piece so i still have it somewhere technically lol) OMG i was such an active anon on your blog!!! Im so glad i found you again :D <3333
-choso's babygirl anon
OKAY so i think i found it?? i didn't realize this was dark content LMAO um. what if this isn't even the piece and you were thinking about someone else...loll but anyways here i hope this is it <3
cws for incest + fem reader.
Scaramouche found you annoying.
Your voice, your face, your mannerisms, the way you dressed, the way you styled your hair, the way you’d balance on the curb when you walked down busy streets filled with speeding cars, the way you’d sneak your fork into his plate during dinner and steal his broccoli (you didn’t even like broccoli, but you knew it was his favorite, and you were just annoying like that), and the way you’d make a point of showcasing just how taller you were than him.
When you found him in the kitchen, stretching for something on one of the top shelves (you put it there, he knows you did, even if you vehemently deny it every time he accuses you) you’d skip up behind him and snag it yourself, a giggle leaving you as you placed it on the counter in front of him and tugged at a lock of raven hair. Aw, next time just ask me to get it for you, Scara!
Other times, in public when some senile old person who was in need of a new pair of prescription glasses, or when some asshole wanted to be funny, would say “oh, taking your little brother to the park, are you? what a good big sister you are.”, you’d smile and nod like he wasn’t years older than you, and pat him on his back like he really was some stupid little kid going to play on the swings.
You always make a point to look down your nose at him when he’s said something to bristle your hairs, and he thinks that annoys him the most—you looking down on him, as if you’re not his shithead little sister that he bullies with his cock until she’s crying and making a mess in his bed in the middle of the night.
You forget your place too often, and Scaramouche enjoys forcing you back into it with raw strength (that you swore he had so little of) and mean, nasty words that make your lips tremble, your eyes glisten with tears, and your pussy cream and froth around his cock.
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“Scara—”
“Shut up.” Your cry of his name is silenced with a breathy snap, and you press swollen lips together as you weakly push at his flexing abdomen, the muscles there soaked with your arousal. “Just shut up.” He accentuates the command with a snap of his hips, cock forcing itself deep, deep inside you, stirring up your insides and battering against that gummy spot inside you that has your breath hitching and your eyes rolling. “You’ve been annoying me all day, so just shut up and let me,” he cuts off with a groan when you clench around him, “let me fuck you.”
His balls slap against the curve of your ass, and when you push at him again, whining about being too sensitive and him being too deep, he huffs out an angry breath and folds you up so you can’t do anything but take what he’s giving you.
“You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” His eyes, full of heat and anger, glare down into yours as he drops his cock into you, the messy sounds from your creamy pussy filling the dimly lit room. You whimper out a pitiful little ‘Scara’, and he leans down to mash his lips against yours. The kiss has too much tongue and too much drool, your mind too preoccupied with the way he stretches you out —even after all the times he’s fucked you, you’re still so tight and snug, and he has to spend more time than he’d like working to open you up enough for him to slip inside of you— and he bites at your bottom lip as consolation, wildly grinding when you sputter out a cry.
“Big girls don’t cry, you know.” He rasped against your mouth. “They just lay there and take it—let their little brothers fuck their pussies until they’re full of his cum.” You hiccup, pussy trying to milk his cock as you come for the umpteenth time, but he gnashes his teeth together and fucks into you harder.
He has no intention of stopping anytime soon—your annoying, childish taunts had went on unchecked for majority of the day, and now you’d make up for it tonight, forced to cream and drool around his cock until he fucked that annoying behavior out of you and reminded you, once again, just who stood tall at the top of this hierarchy.
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