❀ Falling For Your Elder Brother's Best Friend...feels So Wrong But Never Felt More Right. What Makes

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Fighting against it

You had decided to try to put up a fight this time, even though truthfully you enjoyed it. As the specialized tentacle pressed against your lower lips you closed your legs tightly. It stretched and reached for your somewhat hidden pussy. Tentacles grabbing either leg. You tried to raise both legs, but it held your left leg down and allowed your right to go up. Pussy open in a different way than just spread legged. The specialized tentacle slid deep inside you, stretching you on it's thickening length until it was about the size of your forearm. The rest of its length was swollen with internal lumps in a series down it. Each knot swelling the girth of the tentacle to a third again its diameter, skin stretched and distorted around them. You could feel the thin tip of it pushing against your cervix, pressing, probing, pushing inside that hole too. It slid in easier than you imagined it might. You could feel it swell inside your cervix, opening you in ways you had never been opened. Something creamy and white was dripping out of you around the tentacle. You weren't sure what it was, but you felt compelled to keep it inside you. Your fingers wrapped around the tentacle and pushed the thick fluid back in your body. Every drop back where it belonged; inside you. It rippled inside you. The creature's come had always had an aphrodisiac effect when it has used you before, but this was different. Before, it had made you desperate to please it; your body working harder for it than any human lover. Trying to impale yourself with it, choking on it, fucking it hard with your ass and pussy. Trying to get it deeper inside you. This time though it made you feel loopy, easy to open. Your mind too. Simple and greedy for it, unconsciously thrusting your body at it. The bulges in it began moving now. You could feel them enter your pussy, sliding up inside until it rested against your cervix and slowly started pushing inside it as well. Another gush of fluid ran down your leg and you felt it push past your cervix. The next one arrived shortly after. After the fourth one you could see your belly swelling. You could even see the tentacle sweeping back and forth inside you, depositing egg after egg. It felt good to have it so deeply inside you and you lost count of how many eggs were in you. It was like being fucked slowly but being full of cock the entire time. So many eggs were in you that you could see dimples on your belly. You could push them around with your hands but you really just wanted to feel the foreignness of being completely filled.

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cw; afab!reader, implied chubby? reader, dirty thoughts, wet dreams, masturbation — not much, just academic!rival scara jerking off to you after a wet dream lmfao

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KIA'S HOME!!! Did ya' guys miss me 🥺🥺 I haven't posted in forever and it's fr pissing me off.

also also also I'm obsessed with academic rival!scara so theres already a part 2 of this in the works

also I would've posted this sooner if my ex and i didn't come back into contact so whoops there's that.. hope you guys enjoy this, mwaaa! I might go back to daily uploads? Idk though..

If this flops I'm gonna disappear off the face of the earth

"f—fuck! Scara.. mmn.. please.. more.."

The sound of squelching and skin slapping filled the room as Scaramouche pounded into you with absolutely zero restraint, His eyes rolling to the back of his head now that he's finally gotten what he's wanted after all these years..

"Mmn.. yes, yes.. I'll give you more.." He mumbled out, pulling you closer toll his face was right infront of yours; right as your lips were about to crash into one another.. Scaramouche woke up.

-☆-

He unwrapped himself from the blanket, letting out annoyed groans.. as he noticed that his room was still pitch black. Great! Another stupid wet dream woke him up in the middle of the night.

You've been the product of Scaramouche's desires ever since he's transferred, and instead of dealing with his feelings like a normal person, he decided to act like he hated you and beat you academically, just to piss you off! (What a fucking jerk.)

He hissed as his erection rubbed against the comforting warmth of the blanket, he'd always woken up to morning wood - it was nothing new.. But his wet dreams about you have gotten more and more frequent and he's been making a plan about how to make it a reality

But until then? He has to deal with this himself.

Scaramouche threw the blanket off of him and onto the floor before lazily pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, not even bothering taking them off completely cause he knew danm well he'd fall back asleep after this..

With a shaky sigh he wrapped his slender fingers around his girth - He was on the bigger side, that was for sure, and Scaramouche wanted nothing more than to hear what you'd have to say about his cock.. would you cry and whine about how it was "too big"?

Pre-cum leaks from his tip at the thought of him getting to see your pretty face as you cried and wept about how he wouldn't fit:(

He shut his eyes, letting his thumb move upwards and spread the sticky liquid all around his tip.. He couldn't let the boy-ish moan that left his lips at the thought of your mouth replacing his fist.

And so it began..

Scaramouche slowly started to pump his hand up and down his erection - words couldn't explain how badly he wished it was your mouth.. how badly he wanted to see your fucked-out expression as he fucked his cock in and out of your mouth, watching as the tears fell down your cheeks when he finally came down your throat.

This was fucking torture. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to curse the Gods out for putting him in this situation or repent in hopes for forgiveness, so that they'd put him out of this touch-deprived hell.

Different scenarios flashed thru his mind like wrapping around your mark ridden neck.. pressing down on the sides and sending you into a lightheaded haze as he took you from behind.. or playing and sucking on your tits whike he shoved two fingers into your sopping cunt - scissoring open and getting you ready for his cock..

but eventually he settled on one, Eating you out.

Oh, how we longed to lick and suck at your clit till you were sobbing from the pleasure, thrusting his tongue in and out of you until he felt you come, to have your pudgy thighs wrap around his head till you choked him.

God, he loved your thighs. If you were to suffocate him in between them until he died, he'd brag about it in hell.

He started pumping his cock faster at the thought of you having to weakly push his head away as you begged him to stop - how badly be wanted to see your glossy eyes from the tears of pleasure that rolled down your flushed cheeks..

You'd probably taste so good.. so fucking sweet.. Scaramouche was never a fan of sweet foods but he sure as hell was a fan of you.

If he was being honest, he'd probably drool at the sight of your pussy.. Licking his lips before indulging you, maybe he could drag it out.. kissing at your inner thighs, making you beg for it.. beg for him to eat you out..

He wanted to hold onto your hips and stomach, squishing the fat there as he sloppily ate you out - ignoring your pleas of mercy until he figured he'd gotten enough of your taste, (which would only be after many many hours) watching as you sobbed even harder when he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance.. rubbing it along your folds before finally pushing it in..

You were always so pretty, he knew that you'd look even prettier if he made you cry..

He was unwillingly brought back down to reality when he felt his cock twitch in his hands, Scaramouche started thrusting his hips upwards to meet the pace of his fist.. he was so close but he couldn't come just yet.. one more scenario about you.. that's all he needed.

Then the thought of coming inside of you came into his mind, the thought of filling you to the brim with his cum made his cock twitch again and his pace get sloppy.. fuck, fuck, fuck!

He shot ropes of his release onto his.. everything? He couldn't really see with the fact that his room was still dark.. An annoyed sigh left his lips..

You really made Scaramouche's mind run wild, and one day you were going to pay for it.

Everyone, I've posted a new fic..!!!! ʚ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ɞ It's my first angst fic, so give it lots of love ><..

Sunlight.

DEAD!Megumi x Grieving! Reader

summary: In the wake of Megumi's death, you're left haunted by the quiet moments you've shared, the unspoken words, and the last goodbye that never came. Clinging to the memories of a love that felt unfinished, replaying the moments you wish you could have held onto forever. Grief, in all its silence, becomes a space you learn to inhabit, where the echoes of your lost connection linger just out of reach.

WARNINGS: (mentioned) character death, depression, ANGST!!!!!!!, heartbreak

Word count : 1134 words (I thought it would be short, but i just kept going with it and here we are....)

a/n: First time writing something super angsty!!! I hope you all enjoyed it... I think I did really well! (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

You didn’t say much that morning. But that wasn’t unusual. You never did.

You stood by the door for a second longer than usual. Glanced back at me. And in your eyes—just for a moment— there was something soft. Something final.

I should’ve noticed. Should’ve asked why you weren’t wearing that fake bored look you always put on before missions. Should’ve stopped pretending I was too busy to get up and kiss you goodbye.

But I didn’t. I waved. Lazy. Distracted. Said, “Don’t die, dumbass.”

And you huffed a laugh. That almost-smile. Then turned and left.

No last words. No “I love you.” Not even a real look.

Just the soft click of the door closing.

And now I keep replaying that moment, over and over, like if I stare at it long enough, I’ll see something I missed.

A message. A sign. A warning.

But there’s nothing. Just you, fading into the morning light, shoulders squared like always, like you were walking into something you’d already accepted.

You always were like that— quiet, distant,

I know now— you were protecting me. Not just from the mission. From the goodbye.

Because if you had said anything real, anything final, I would’ve shattered right there.

But you knew me. Knew I needed to believe you'd be back. So you gave me silence. And left all the words unspoken.

Now I cling to them. The ones you never said. The look you gave me like it might’ve been enough. The quiet care folded into every goodbye you never made a big deal of.

I never got to say it back. But I hope you knew. Hope my half-wave meant please come back, and my lazy grin meant I need you, and my stupid parting words meant I love you more than I know how to say.

I hope you carried that with you. To wherever you are. Wherever you went.

Because I still carry you— in the silence. In the warmth that lingers. In the things we never said but always meant.

Some days, I still set a place for you. Not a real one. Not forks and plates. But a space—next to me, in the quiet. In the pauses between songs. In the second half of a sentence I never finish anymore.

I don’t think people vanish. Not really. You’ve just… sunk beneath the surface of everything.

You’re in the smell of summer pavement after rain. In the echo of a laugh I hear once and never again. In the way I turn, sometimes, too fast—thinking you're there. And the second after, when I remember.

You would’ve hated how soft I am now. How small I’ve gotten. I used to be louder around you. Stranger. Braver. Real.

Now I just exist. Sleep. Wake. Float.

Some days I still wonder what you were thinking. Before. When the silence started pressing too hard, when the light got too far away.

Did you know I would miss you like this? Like a phantom limb? Like an entire future collapsing in slow motion?

I still dream of you. Not as a ghost. Not as someone gone. But as you were—messy, warm, your sharp eyes, good with the dogs, awkward.

You always knew how to ruin me with a smile.

And when I wake up— when the dream folds shut like a book I never finished— there’s that moment. Where the air remembers you.

Where the world almost feels like it did before.

And I just lie there. Quiet. Staring at the ceiling like maybe you’ll come back with the morning light.

You don’t.

But I keep waking up anyway.

If I could stay in a moment… Yeah. I think I would.

But only that one. The one that slipped past like sunlight on water— brief, warm, gone before I could hold it.

It wasn’t anything special. Just your laugh, maybe. The way your voice stumbled when you were too tired to filter your thoughts. The way we both said nothing, and it still meant everything.

I replay it sometimes. That soft little second in the blur of days. You looked at me as if I were made of light. Me pretending I didn’t notice.

But I did. God, I did.

And now it’s fading.

Like all beautiful things do—too fast, too quiet, too soon.

I try to keep it. Bottle it up, hide it away, memorize the sound of it. But it slips. It always slips.

And maybe I was never meant to keep you. Maybe we were always going to be this—just a blink between lifetimes. Something bright and impossible and almost.

But still, I find myself reaching— in dreams, in quiet hours, in the soft hush of early morning— hoping, maybe, you’re doing the same.

Just for a moment. Just one.

You and me. Caught between the seconds. Still turning, still drifting, Still almost real.

I woke up like usual,

flipping to my side, and you’re still not there.

If I could’ve said something that mattered… Yeah. I think I would have.

But it all happened so fast. Too fast to hold. Too fast to save.

One minute, you were laughing like the world couldn’t touch you. And then— just air. Just a silence too big to fill.

People said it was peaceful. That you didn’t feel a thing. But I think they said that for me, not for you. Because I felt it. The echo where your voice should’ve been. The coldness in places you once warmed.

You were gone, and the sky didn’t change.

I hate that.

I hate that the world kept spinning, like you were never here at all.

But I remember.

I remember the exact shape of your presence— the way time curved when you smiled, the way your fingertips lingered a second too long, like you were always about to say goodbye but never quite did.

Maybe you knew. Maybe you knew.

And maybe I didn’t want to believe it.

Now, I go back to where you still exist— the songs we shared, the notes you left, the way your name looks written in my handwriting. 

Your jacket still lingered of your scent.

Your toothbrush is still hanging in my bathroom cabinet.

It’s like you’re going to be back, but I promised myself.

I can’t keep deceiving myself with lies like those. 

You’re not going to be back. Not to collect your toiletries,

And even more so not to collect the memories we’ve shared together. 

And so I replay it— the moment before you left. The last laugh. The last word. The last time you looked at me like I was something worth staying for.

The world spins, but I stay still. In the memory of you. In the breath before the end. In the place where I almost kept you.

Hi everyone !

I’m back here to say that i am okay. However, a lot of things happened, the main one being that i found out i have a pretty low blood pressure.

I’ll pretty much be okay as long as i take my meds and dont over exert, so please don’t worry.

I’ll be back to writing in about a week or so, however my classes will start soon, so i’ll be busy with those as well. So please be patient.

Thank you for your support ^_^

the little things ft. nanase haruka

⤷ sometimes haru can´t help but wonder f you wud be better with someone else, someone... less boring.

⊱♥︎ is the free! fandom as dead as a ghost town? probably, do i care? not at all, i have been watching the last season and this little thing came up, i have many feelings about haruka nanase.

Haruka wouldn’t necessarily call himself boring, but if put side by side with his friends he could. He doesn’t have Asahi’s boldness, or Nagisa’s bubbliness, or Kisumi’s way of making anyone feel welcome, much less Rin’s ease to break the ice stating that even while having a girl’s name he is a boy, and of course he is far from having Makoto’s wit to start a conversation with any topic. 

And after the first awkward stage of your relationship breaks, the one from the first 3 months give or take he begins to worry about it in a way he simply didn’t care about before. 

He finds it odd, new. The past year he has been so confused and then hesitant to take your friendship from just that to a relationship that he never really thought how things would be once you were together. 

And it’s been bothering ever since he accidentally heard a conversation you had with a friend last week when he went to pick you up from the library. 

“…But seriously, what do you two even talk about?” She laughs, and you laugh with her. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say more than three words together”.

“You just haven’t been lucky then, but don’t worry about me, Haru is plenty interesting even when he is quiet”.

And your answer eases him, and yet he can’t help but be bugged about it in an intrusive way that shows up even when he is trying to eat. 

Right now you’re lying next to him. Your feet are on his lap and his are next to your hips. Sitting on opposing sides of the couch you’re both reading. He can see you’re really focused by the way your brows have furrowed. 

Is this really what you’d like to be doing right now? It is Friday night and even if he has practice tomorrow morning, you don’t. 

“Do you wanna do something else tonight?”

“Mmm?” Your eyes lift from the page with a curious look headed his way. There’s always something in the way you look at him, so openly and intensely yet kind and soft that has him nearly blushing.

“I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go out or something…”

You smile, hand reaching for his calves and softly massaging the hard muscle. “Not really, do you want to go out?”.

“Not really”.

You laugh and put your book down on the floor while snuggling into the armrest. He inadvertently moves to give you room to accommodate yourself.

“Do you wanna watch a bad movie and order take out?” You ask.

Haru smiles, softly and  nearly missable from the untrained eye. 

Sometimes Haru worries you’re gonna get bored of him, he frequently quotes his grandma as a source of wisdom, he eats nearly the same stuff every day and he is obsessed with water. 

If only he knew those same particularities are such a big part of why you fell in love so quickly, why you went to bed dreaming of the day where you would be bold enough to tell him how you felt. Except he had beat you to it.

Sometimes he worries you’re gonna get bored of him, but fortunately right now his biggest concern is what kind of mackerel dish he’s gonna get for dinner.

New Megumi writing coming very very soon… its quite short, but it will be a good work ^^

Oh also, i recently got into BSD again. I’m not fully finished with the manga, so no spoilers please!!! ( ´ཀ` )

Very huge Sigma fangirl at the moment….. maybe akutuagawa too. I may consider writing for them in the future…

Ah, right. The Megumi work thats coming soon will be kind of a new writing style, which is why it will be short. Please tell me if you enjoy it though, I appreciate when people leave comments.꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Thank you for reading!! And the accumulated 300 likes..