#gria.n

[target--practice]

Sweaty scar shirtless with a hard on.....dick bulging in his unzipped pants, boxers tented and visible in the gap

Need Grian on his knees and nuzzling into it, the light sting of the zipper against his cheek as he mouths against thin fabric, chasing the damp patch left from the head of Scar's dick, the creases of his boxers spotted with sweat. Grian taking deep, eager breaths, maybe his hands are tied behind his back so he can't touch

Scar should fist his hair and help Grian get a better taste of him. Pull his boxers down and feed his cock between Grian's lips, feel the spit that's pooled in his mouth and watch Grian drool over him. Grian straining against the hand in his hair, desperate to take all of Scar. To have his nose buried in his pubes, to smell his musk so close, straight from the source.

Grian with teary eyes and a mouth full of cock, and he can hardly breathe around it but he'd still try so hard to reach the base and huff that musk. His eyes all glassy when Scar goes ahead and fucks his throat properly, letting himself relax and be used, taking whatever Scar gives him. And when Scar cums down his throat, he swallows as much as he can, chest heaving as he catches his breath. It's all he can do but moan when he's lowered down, scalp tender and face tucked right in the crook of Scar's hip, softening cock against his nose. Grian through his heavy breaths, keening in his throat when he gets to nuzzle in closer, to pant openly against his sweaty skin, drool and cum from his lips smearing against Scar's thigh

[the-flamingo-anon]

Vexes, blazes, and dragons should be able to put eggs in other people.

That is to say-

Grian stuffed with a LOT of little eggs (Scar had sooooo much fun making sure everything stayed in long enough to take)

Jimmy heavy with a few only-slightly-larger-than-average eggs (Tango is incredibly grateful Jimmy agreed to help him)

Pearl full with one humongous egg (with a very self-satisfied Gem almost always hovering around her)

[crystal-consort]

The sculk makes people hypersensitive, senses on another level that they simply aren't used to. It makes sex messy and heated, rounds lasting quick, but the heightened drive more than makes up for it

Cub is delighted to see Grian join him in his appreciation of the sculk, and even more delighted to find Grian at his doorstep, asking for help. The sculk has favoured his wings, and it leaves them heavy, hard to use. Even harder to take care of

Cub takes his sweet time working his fingers through Grian's feathers, drinking in the other's stifled moans and chirps. It's sweet, how hard he's trying to seem unaffected. But Cub knows better. He curls his fingers into sensitive spots, dares to nuzzle into the base of Grian's wings, smiling meanly against his blotchy, infected skin when he feels the other shudder, cumming in his pants. It's too hot, Cub can smell Grian's arousal and how it hasn't waned in the slightest. Even better is how Grian begs for Cub to continue playing with his wings, and so he does, listening with a grin as the other's moans shift upwards in pitch, keening and almost squeaky as he's brought to another orgasm. This time it's rocking into his own hand, but Cub delights in it all the same, taking pride in the mess he's making the other

By the time Grian's wings are preened he's a shivery mess, oversensitive and yet still not satisfied. So it's only fair that he cums another time against Cub's tongue and fingers before Cub's fucking into him. It's too satisfying to fill him up, to watch Grian finally go limp, exhausted and too sensitive to continue. But Cub is nothing if not a kind host, and he dutifully licks Grian clean before letting him share the bed

And that's another joy of the sculk; the way the closeness and skin-on-skin contact leaves a syrupy, comfortable warmth in his chest, sending the two off to a peaceful sleep before Cub inevitably gets his hands on him again in the morning

[dyetales]

Do y'all think that the desert alliance (Jimmy, Scott, Grian, and Scar) were just fuck buddies, like, each were respectively married, but like, come on they so fucked before the war or something.

[target--practice]

Good morning I am thinking about Scar eating Grian out in the cactus ring

[target--practice]

Need Grian to get pinned and fucked by convex. He's their little plaything. He's their hole to fuck and fill with cum, their feathery stress toy to fondle and bite and pull on. They can fill his hole and pet his thighs and suck him off. They can lick his tears away and suck on his tongue and leave dark, dark bruises along his neck. Rake claws up his side and bruise his ass from their thrusts. Make feathers puff up only so they can claw under them at sensitive skin. Make Grian arch his back just so they can pull his hair and swap spit, all while he's unable to hold himself up, keening and chirping and begging to be bred

[target--practice]

Grian coming home only to see that scar is in his reindeer Santa dress fit but there’s a new addition to the belt where he decided to put a piece of mistletoe hanging just above his crotch and grian is giving him the most 🤨 look but it doesn’t take long for grian to be kneeling and mouthing at scar’s cock

RARRGHGH AUTUMN

grian comes home for the holidays expecting a cozy night cuddling by the fire. a disney movie in the background, matching mugs of hot cocoa while him and scar snuggle in a blanket together. he's so ready for the cozy night in, he most definitely wasn't expecting to stumble on the sight of scar all dressed up for him. he's already staring, already drooling a little before he can spot the mistletoe. he just can't get enough of scar in that dress, the way his chest fills it and how short it sits against his thigh. but then he spots that sprig of green, eyes flitting up as his cheeks warm. scar's already looking back at him, a lopsided grin, heated eyes as he so innocently asks if grian's going to honour the mistletoe? why doesn't he join him under it? it's a christmas tradition after all

grian's knees knock together as he drops to the floor, a little breathless as he lamely retorts that he was never one for tradition. but if scar insists...well, he supposes he can partake in this one. just this once...

if grian spends a little while longer on his knees, cheek pillowed on a thick thigh with the puffy end of scar's skirt tickling his nose, well no one can blame him when the view from down here is just so perfect

[target--practice]

"Grian you'd make a beautiful woman" and other criticisms from 11pm me