grian wakes up in the middle of the night, cozy and warm with scar around her and holding her close. she snuggles back into him with a content noise, only to feel something hard poking at her thigh. she ignores it at first, but quickly scraps that idea when she realizes it’s a perfect opportunity for some revenge
carefully, she turns around in his arms, hand sneaking under the covers to tug his bottoms down, teasing his cock. she nuzzles her head under his chin as she touches him, pumping him in her hand and listening to the sounds he makes in his sleep for her. she pulls her hand away so she can pull her own bottoms down, fingers stretching herself open so she can push him inside
there’s smth really soft about grian trying to grind down on scar while hugging him tightly, muffling herself and breathing heavily against his chest. she rolls her hips into him a few times before deciding to slowly push scar onto his back and climbing over him. after checking to make sure he’s still asleep, she starts to carefully ride him. I’m picturing her still practically laying on him, pressing her head into his chest and clinging to his shirt while moving herself and silently gasping his name
grian moves slowly the entire time, not wanting to wake him up while working herself up, addicted to just… feeling him. she’s trembling by the time she finishes, panting as she gets scar off too. she ends up readjusting the blankets over them, staying right where she is and dozing off on him
scar wakes up to quite the surprise. he spends a good while admiring her, rubbing her back and thighs with reverent touches. his thoughts feel a little hazy and when grian wakes up, he can’t resist thrusting up into her, holding her close
Still thinking of strawblem from you posting (an me rereading) yesterday and thinking of Grian and Scar using Scar's dream walking and also some somno, maybe Scar dreamwalks and starts to work Grian up in his dream then wakes up and lets Grian finish his dream but with some real world help
strawblem somno….
I think they make quite a bit of use out of scar’s dream walking 100% yeah. again, definitely for research purposes, mhm mhm
🥺 although the thought of like. scar working him up in his dream and then waking up to seeing grian all curled into him/against him, clinging with flushed cheeks??? the sight tugs at scar’s heart every time. and he takes grian apart so lovingly, holds him close and whispers into his ear, praising him the entire time. he’ll help grian finish, soaking up how cute he sounds in his sleep when he comes—though sometimes he edges him too, just because he wants to drag it out <3
How do you think bodyguard au scarian established that Scar's into daddy kink? How did it happen the first time for them? Was it Grian who said something without much thoughts and noticed he liked that or did Scar start it himself?
okay so I’ve been stuck on trying to figure this out for a While right. because the easy “cliche” answer if you will, if grian like. joking about calling scar daddy, or it accidentally slipping out in the middle of sex. but then. a lightbulb went off
simply put: scar has a wet dream, and in said dream, grian calls him daddy. it throws scar off so much when he first wakes up because he’s never??? thought about a daddy kink before??? ever??? but he’s suddenly dreaming about his girlfriend calling him daddy and he wakes up with the worst case of morning wood he’s ever had /silly
grian is sleeping peacefully beside him, completely oblivious to scar’s “issue.”
except she’s tormenting scar because her back is to him and he’s spooning her, and her body is pressing right on his dick. it quickly becomes unbearable and well. somno is smth they’ve done before so….
needless to say, grian wakes up to scar fucking her and something about is so different but really good. she teases him over breakfast and gets the dream stuff out of him, where they discuss the daddy kink thing. grian asks if scar wants to try it considering it affected him so much
the next time they have sex the daddy kink is implemented and scar knew he loved the sight of grian flushed and panting, but add her calling him daddy on top of that… they discover another thing they’re into <3
🫡 I give you the first 2.4k words of ✨the daddy kink fic✨
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Birds are chirping when Scar’s eyes sluggishly open. Sunlight spills in through the curtains, enveloping the room in an orange hued warmth. Scar stares blankly in front of him as his senses return to him one by one, the blanket of sleep being tugged off of him. He blinks a few times as he registers the softness of the mattress under him, the comforter laying over his body. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he inhales slowly, curling his arm further around the body pressed up against his chest. It leaves a surge of heat flooding through him, and his exhale is a deep breath.
He’s woken up with a bit of a problem, if the hardness between his legs is anything to go by. He doesn’t remember every single detail about the dream, but there are a few things that stand out to him.
It was himself and Grian (duh) in their bedroom, with Scar pining her to the bed, taking her apart with every thrust. The sweet sounds of her moans still ring in his ears like a melody from one of her songs, and Scar’s heart beats loud in his chest. He’s stuck on the dream, on how she looked so beautiful underneath him, her chocolate brown eyes fogged with pleasure as her nails scratched his back. He’s stuck on the way she felt around him, so warm and inviting, squeezing him tight. He’s stuck on the way her chest moved whenever her body jerked, nipples brushing against his skin.
But there’s something… peculiar about what also sticks out to Scar from the dream.
Since dating Grian, they’ve tried different things here and there; bondage, edging, wax, bdsm, hell they’ve even messed around with some toys. Scar’s learned a number of things about himself and what he’s into, but this dream throws him off. Because in the dream, Grian kept calling him daddy. She moaned it, she cried it, god she even breathlessly gasped it. Of all things, that wasn’t something he expected from the dream at all. Prior to this moment, Scar never thought much about the kink. But he’s woken up with a boner that’s difficult to ignore, all because he dreamt about his girlfriend calling him daddy.
He’s not sure what to do with that.
Silently groaning, Scar feels Grian shift in her sleep, her ass pressing right against his dick. He shivers, moving to bury his face into her hair and neck. He’s grinding against her before he can even think about it, sleepy and so aroused it hurts. He holds her close, rolling his hips, chasing some sort of friction with her body. Images from his dream flash and flicker in his mind, and the pressure against his dick is wonderful. Each jerk of his hips sends little pinpricks of pleasure running up his spine, and Scar has to swallow down every moan. He presses light kisses to Grian’s hair and neck instead, grunting quietly.
But he needs more than just this. He needs to feel her. And so Scar rolls his hips a few more times before slowing, still hard as a rock. Grian’s warm body tucked against his is killing him, a heat dripping drop after drop into his stomach as Scar holds her. They’ve talked before about this kind of thing, touching the other when they’re sleeping. Grian’s even mentioned how hot it’d be, waking up while he’s fucking her, or even with Scar’s cum leaking from her. Scar very much shares the sentiment.
So his hand trails low, down to her shorts, where he carefully tugs them low. Grian shifts in her sleep but otherwise remains slumbering, unaware of Scar’s actions. His heart is beating so fast and loud, and Scar can’t take how turned on he is. He reaches into his boxers and pulls his cock out, breath heavy as he quickly strokes himself, smearing precum over it. And then, ever so gently, does Scar tug Grian’s panties aside, nudging himself toward her cunt. He doesn’t push inside yet, instead slipping two fingers into her for a little bit of prep. He brushes against her clit in the process, earning himself a little sigh from Grian. Scar smiles lovingly, pushing his fingers apart and spreading them inside her. He soaks up every sigh and quiet whine he draws from her as he works her open.
Even if he’s chasing his own pleasure, he doesn’t want to hurt her. Never. So he stretches her, leaves her nice and wet before slowly pushing his cock past her folds. He grips her thigh as he takes her, the slow pace somewhat agonizing to him. Inch by inch, Scar slips inside, clinging to Grian all the while. Her pussy just sucks him, stretching around him so nicely that Scar’s head spins. “Fuck,” he whispers, eyes slipping shut. “Y’always feel so good, G.” His voice is a very low mumble, grumbly and soft. She’s so warm and inviting, tight around him despite the prep. The heat of arousal is thick in his stomach, and the minute Scar is fully inside her, he pauses just so he can soak it all in.
He drags his fingers along her skin, soothing and affectionate as if she were awake. Even in sleep, Scar loves on her, listening to the quiet sigh she releases.
And when he can’t bear to sit still any longer, feeling that burst of need in his body, he moves. Scar originally intended to be slow and take his time, but god that dream did something to him. It flipped some switch in his brain, and all Scar can think about it is fucking her.
It’s with a whined groan that Scar thrusts into her, holding her flush against him. He wraps his arm around her waist as he pistons his hips, so very desperate for Grian. There’s no build up, no slow rhythm to get him started. The minute he’s fully inside her he’s rocking his hips quickly, eagerly. He shuts his eyes as he sinks into her and her warmth, burying his face deeper into her neck. He hears little huffs and moans from her and Scar responds with his own quiet groans, pushing his cock deep inside her. The sounds from dream Grian echo in his head with every thrust.
“Ah-ah-a-ah hah… daddy please.”
Scar’s hips falter as his imagination runs wild, dream Grian’s voice filling his ears. He can’t keep himself from pressing little kisses to Grian’s bare shoulder as he pictures the kind of expressions she’d be making right now if he could see her. Her brows would be furrowed, eyes squeezed shut as her nose scrunches. Her voice would be so lovely, so pretty. Scar gives her a particularly deep thrust that pulls a moan from her, even in sleep. It sounds like heaven to him.
Grian’s body is hot pressed against him, all warm. She’s still asleep, even as Scar uses her like a toy, using her cunt like his own personal sleeve. “Grian,” Scar whispers so lovingly into her skin, holding her hip. He’s really not sure what’s gotten into him this morning, why he’s so desperate and aroused. The slap of skin meeting skin hits his ears, his hips rocking into her. He pictures her underneath him, fucked-out and full of pleasure as he ruins her. Like the dream, she clings to him, moaning by his ear all high pitched and sweet.
“Gonna fuck you nice and deep babygirl, wanna leave you cryin’ from my dick.”
“Uhn, ah, feels s’good daddy a-ah yes!”
“Y-Yeah? You’re so good for daddy, princess. My good girl.”
“Ugnh…” Scar huffs, feeling her clench around him. His pace stutters and he switches to deep grinds into her instead. Pure bliss floods him, fills up his lungs and heart and squeezes him so deliciously. He lightly bites her skin, muffling a groan. His head feels like it’s spinning from pleasure, thoughts clouded and tunnel vision stuck on the love of his life. She’s beautiful and enchanting even when fast asleep. Grian hums as Scar grinds against her, his own movements sloppy, his breathing heavy. He pulls her closer into his thrusts, pulls her back on his cock.
Reaching down between her legs, Scar circles his finger around Grian’s clit, feeling the strings in his stomach beginning to fray, to snap. He feels her body stiffen as he touches her, a hitch in her breath. He’ll never grow tired of how reactive she is, finding it cute. He rubs her, massaging her clit attentively as he works himself closer to the edge. Only, he’s so lost in getting Grian to finish that he misses how her breath stutters and she moans, stirring from slumber.
“Sc’r..?” Grian quietly whines as her eyes blink open, finding her body overwhelmed with pleasure. She feels the thickness of his length inside her, the head of his dick brushing against her sweet spot. “O-Oh—”
Scar’s hand pauses as he rolls his hips, kissing her shoulder. “G’morning G…” he sleepily mumbles to her.
“Mmm, morning.” Grian slips her hand down into her panties as she presses herself closer to him. She sets her palm over his hand, “Don’t stop, ‘s felt good to wake up to.”
“Needy bird,” Scar teases, but dutifully listens to her. He massages her clit with a finger, listening to the cute mewl she makes in return. It’s a sound Scar loves hearing from her, but after his dream, he wants to hear something else spill from those pretty pink lips. The thought sends a spark of fire igniting and now that Grian’s awake, all bets are off. He picks up the speed of his thrusts with a moan, feeling warmer than he usually does. Scar pushes Grian more into the bed, pinning her with his body weight as he leans further against her. It traps their hands, tugs the blankets up with them and forms an arch, but Scar pays no mind. He’s too busy ramming his girlfriend into the sheets.
Grian gasps and moans, burying her face into the pillow as Scar fucks her. There’s no mercy in his rhythm, his thick length overwhelming her. A rare sort of desperation laces Scar’s thrusts, rings in the sounds of their hips meeting, in how wet Grian feels from the devoted attention to her clit. Scar is practically caging her where she is, pushing her down so he can crawl on top of her. He’s an impassioned man on a mission, and Grian can only wonder what set him on said mission in the first place.
“Hnn, f-fuck, Scar…” She’ll have to come back to that later, when Scar isn’t fucking her brains out. His heavy breaths are right by her ear, and she can hear how ruined he sounds.
“God—G—sweetheart, ngh ‘m close,” Scar stutters, his motions firm and purposely deep. “Want—want you t’come with me a-ah, hah.”
Grian lets out a pitched cry as Scar slams his hips into her, fingers quickly rubbing her clit. “Ah… yes, please, you feel so good. Wanna come,” she warbles, moaning. Scar’s frantic thrusts are pushing her closer and closer, and Grian can’t take how good it all feels. Every press of his cock against her sweet spot leaves her seeing stars. “There… oh mgh r-right there.”
Scar focuses on it, attaching his lips to her shoulder along with the desperate pace. Their bed rocks from Scar’s eager pounding, and he can feel the rubber band in his stomach threatening to snap. Grian clenches around him, crying out as he rubs her clit, the head of his dick hitting her sweet spot. And Scar knows she won’t last. “Come for me, G,” he pleads, “come on da—my cock. Let me feel you.”
“Oh fuck—” Grian whines, her climax slamming right into her. Her fingers dig into her pillow as she finishes, vision going white. Her orgasm is intense, leaving her tensing with a gasp. Scar thrusts inside her as he chases his own peak, not far behind her. Grian bites her lip with a satisfied moan, shuddering.
Scar freezes up, groaning into her back and slips out just before he can come inside. Scar wraps a hand around himself and with a few strokes he comes, dropping his head in between Grian’s shoulder blades. His ears are ringing from how hard he came, both his head and thoughts spinning. He squeezes his eyes shut as he hovers over Grian, propping himself up on his arms so he doesn’t squish her.
Together, they fall quiet as chirping birds fill the air again. Grian is content to lay where she is for a moment, collecting herself. Distantly, she notes they’ll have to change the sheets later. Her nose scrunches at the thought. “Scar, the bedsheet…”
“Sorry,” he sheepishly apologizes, voice all quiet and out of breath. He presses a few kisses to her shoulder, his hand slipping out of her panties. “I love you?” Scar tries, adjusting them for her gingerly. When they’re in place once more and her shorts are pulled up again, Scar flops back onto his side of the bed, keeping an arm around her to rub her side. He tucks himself back into his bottoms as he does so.
Grian lifts her head up to look at him with a frown. “That’s not going to get you out of this one,” she warns before sighing softly, rolling over to face him.
“Not even if I pout?” Scar returns, meeting her gaze. Her cheeks are still flushed pink, though she looks more awake now. He forgoes the pouting to kiss her instead.
Rolling her eyes a little, Grian leans in to return his kiss with a chaste one of her own. “You know that doesn’t work on me.” Most of the time is left unsaid. She follows it with a quiet hum. “But I love you too.”
Scar regards her with a beaming smile, kissing her forehead. “Any chance we could stay in bed for a little bit longer?”
“I think if I get up right now my legs will turn into jello,” Grian answers, making Scar laugh quietly. She yawns after, eyes slipping shut. “Y’get a few more minutes…” She snuggles up to him with a content noise.
Logically, Scar knows he should get up to take care of the little mess he’s made. But everything is so warm and he’s comfortable like this. He’s also ignoring his dream, choosing instead to brush his fingers through Grian’s messy hair. “A few more minutes sound good to me.”
well hear me out.. what if Grian had one of those, you know, bizarre dreams where everything doesnt make any sense.
in her dream, she is a desert bunny and Scar is a sentient carrot. she is chasing after him because, food, you know (duh). soo she is hopping around chasing after Scar until she suddenly stepped on something and fell into a suddenly emerging (square) hole, she jolted awake or maybe in her mind she is not (she is having a hard time telling), because she can somehow feel her still bouncing around (well, Scar is ramming into her whilst she is asleep).
after a while, the pleasure and Scar’s cooing grounded her a bit and she snorted out of nowhere, retelling him about her bizarre dream and how Scar might have been the sole cause of it.
he teased her about loving the nickname so much that its haunting her even in her dreams. next week Grian buys the bunny fit that she uses in the bunny fic :3
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oh my god???? insane dream for grian to have but 😭 lowkey I could 100% see her having a dream like that with how she is
her thinking she’s bouncing because scar is ramming into her while she’s sleeping is 😩 he might be a little obsessed with watching grian bounce around 🤭 and he’d sooooo tease her about it, all “oh I didn’t know you liked the nickname so much :J” < he is concocting plans to ruin his girlfriend in bed in his head
I should have paid closer attention to how I fell asleep. I'm so vulnerable lying on my back with my legs apart—it's almost as if I was hoping you would take advantage. It would be a waste if you didn't climb on top and use a perfectly good and obviously desperate breeder while he's all sleepy and soft. In fact, I'm so eager to please that I'll be dripping wet, taking all of you before I even know what's going on.
