#scrn

[pinkpirellis]

man.... these 2 americaboos 🙄

[newromantics8913]

I just want y’all to know that I wore my ME! merch to take my SCRN (Stroke Certified Registered Nurse) exam and they had to take a picture. I passed the exam and now this day will be memorialized by TS💖

[newly2013]

He’s so special person <3

[lavendernlilac]

May I request Ariana Griande and Scar/Hotguy:3

Not very good at this so bear with me- but I would love to see something nsfw with them! Your writing is so silly/pos

I can imagine Grian would just wear it to mess with Scar for the fun of it

Have a good day/night!

griande and hotguy you say?? 👀 granted there’s uh. nothing explicitly nsfw in this because exposition got away from me. but! if anybody wants a part two….

sorry this took me so long to write T^T

——————

She has to be messing with him. She has to be.

Why else would Griande be wearing a silky, backless red dress to some fancy party? She’s talked Scar’s ear off hundreds of times about how much she hates the parties! Yet here she is, walking around in a dress that runs just a bit past her thighs, a sweetheart neckline rounding out her chest just perfectly.

Scar has a job to do, thank you! He’s her hired bodyguard, the city’s beloved Hotguy. And he’s meant to be protecting said city’s beloved idol, Ariana Griande.

Which he can totally still do. Because staring at Griande is half his job anyway. Definitely.

So he follows her around for most of the night, and Scar swears she’s messing with him. She leans a little too low, or presses herself right up against him as she goes around and mingles with other high class people. Scar’s never been more grateful for his mask, because he’s certain his cheeks are red.

And there’s only so much of it he can take.

He’d like to give himself a pat on the back for making it to about three hours. The minute the clock hits hour four, he’s practically ready to snap. Or break in half. Because Griande is killing him.

Thankfully, she seems aware of it too, for she pulls him in close by the strap of his quiver and whispers in his ear, “Follow me?”

Scar looks at her with wide eyes behind his mask, and he hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate when he answers her, “Your wish is my command, m’lady.”

There’s a bit too much pride in Griande’s eyes when she grabs his hand to pull him toward the elevator.

Initially, Scar had been uneasy about Griande staying in the very hotel this big party was happening in, but now he can’t be more grateful for it as she leads him right up to her room. The moment they’re inside, Scar wastes no time in pulling her flush against him, pressing her to the closed door. He smashes their lips together, hands gripping her waist.

“You,” he breathes, moving to leave a warm trail of kisses along her jaw and neck, “are a terrible tease, Miss Griande.”

He hears her laugh in return, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I have no idea what you mean, Hotguy.”

He nips at her skin, playful. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Scar tugs at her dress, “Wearing this… standing so close… you were killing me tonight, G.” He moves back to capture her lips once more, grinding his hips against her. He hears her muffled noise and satisfaction curls in his chest. “All night, walking around, knowing I couldn’t touch you. A terrible torture method, truly!”

Griande laughs at him, “Aw, should we put this torture to an end then?” She uses her hand to pull Scar down into a kiss, who more than happily goes into it. “Give you a chance to touch?”

He grins in answer, “We should.”

[lavendernlilac]

mother spore grian tends to be a bit more dominant in the bedroom, thinking of mayor scar having to beg mommy to let him breed grian, please he’ll be a good boy he’s so hard. and grian gets so wet, bending over scars desk and spreading himself open, scar filling him so full. bdubs comes by and knocks on the office door, the door is locked. grian and scar stop, but scar is almost whimpering, soft shallow thrusts, unable to stop (i’m thinking maybe this is close to one of his heats potentially), bdubs calls out to ask if scar is there, before leaving. once he’s stepped away scar starts pounding into grian, and grian is telling him what a good boy he is as he shoves his face in grians neck

the writing demons grabbed me with this one. I am runNING AWAY

“G-Gri, please—”

“Uh-uh, that’s not my name right now, darling,” Mother Spore coos from his spot on Scar’s lap. His hands cradle his face, one of his thumbs tracing his lip.

They’re sat in Scar’s office after one of Mother Spore’s impromptu visits. One thing led to another and now he’s seated in Scar’s lap, the mayor’s twitching dick between them. Their clothes have landed somewhere, Mother Spore doesn’t really care to know where, right now.

His lips curl in a soft smile, “You know how to ask for what you want.”

Scar whines in his hold, pleading, “Mommy please — please let me breed you, oh I want to so bad.” He holds one of Mother Spore’s wrists, moving to press a kiss to his palm. “I’ll be a good boy for you, please mommy? Let me fill you up?”

Mother Spore shivers at his words, an aroused and high pitched chirp sounding from him at the thought. He leans forward, connecting their lips in an eager kiss as he grinds his hips against Scar’s cock. Scar hungrily returns the kiss, all eager and loving. “Since you asked me so nicely.”

He slides off of Scar’s lap, earning a noise from his husband. He simply smiles as he moves to lean over Scar’s desk, moving down to slip two fingers in between his folds. His moan is soft as he feels just how wet he is. He pumps the digits a few times before motioning for Scar to come over. “C’mere handsome.”

Scar doesn’t need to be told twice, coming up from behind him. He grips Mother Spore’s hip with one hand, guiding himself in with the other. Scar groans at the feeling, followed by Mother Spore as his husband fills him so thoroughly.

“Fuck, you’re always so deep like this, baby,” Mother Spore whines, head leaning forward. Pleasure tingles along his spine, he doesn’t think he’s going to last long like this.

Scar leans over him with a shaky moan, swallowing. “C-Can I move?” he asks. “Mommy please, p-please can I?”

“Y-Yeah, go on,” Mother spore sucks in a breath as Scar starts to move his hips. “Oh — f-fuck me, just like the good boy you are.”

Scar listens, driving his hips in and out. Mother Spore moans at the feeling, falling forward a bit as Scar moves. He feels fingers grasping his, finding Scar grabbing his hand. He smiles sweetly at the sight, trying to give his husband’s hand a squeeze. The squeeze is received as he hears Scar’s breath by his ear, hears the moans spilling from him as he fucks into him.

The two of them are a mess of noise together, breathy sounds a whispered praises. Scar moves with a desperation that Mother Spore has only seen in his heats, something that would make sense, considering the time.

One thrust in particular distracts him from his thoughts, causing him to cry out. The sound is caught by Scar’s lips as they kiss, Grian having been the one to pull him into it. “So good,” he mumbles against Scar’s lips, whining. “Breed me so well, S-Scar.”

A sudden knock at the door has the two of them freezing in place, though Scar does so with a frustrated noise. Grian shares the sentiment.

“Scar? You in there?” Bdubs’ voice calls, “Got some approval ratings I think we should go over!” The door jiggles, but it doesn’t open. They had locked it when they started to avoid being walked in on.

Grian waits, ears strained carefully. Please just leave Bdubs—

He gasps faintly as he feels Scar start moving in him again, this time with weak and shallow thrusts. Grian can hear his faint whimpers and whines as he’s unable to stop himself. Squeezing his hand again, Grian moves back, meeting his thrusts. Scar lets out a particularly broken groan at that which makes Grian weak in the knees.

“Scaaaar!” Bdubs calls again, and Grian continues to hope the man gives up soon so his husband can continue his railing.

There’s a second knock at the door, barely registering to Grian with Scar so close to him.

“Huh, guess he’s not in today…” The sounds of footsteps walking away grows more and more distant, leaving the couple alone.

Grian’s head perks up as he listens closely until he can’t hear any more. “Think we’re in the — ah!”

Without the presence of Bdubs (or anyone for that matter), Scar ups his pace, pounding Grian into his desk. The sudden increase in speed has Grian shaking, clinging to Scar’s hand. He feels Scar pull him closer, arm wrapping around his waist to do so. His chest presses against Grian’s back, avoiding his wings. He buries his face into Grian’s neck, switching between groaning and nipping at his skin.

“S-Scar, Scar,” Grian cries, “just… just like that, hn, good boy.” He can hardly think straight with how well Scar is fucking him. “G-Good boy for ah, m-mommy—”

It doesn’t take long for either of them to come undone, with Grian tipping over the edge first and Scar following. They somehow land back in Scar’s chair, Grian in his lap, exchanging soft kisses as the avian’s wings cocoon them.

[lavendernlilac]

still thinking about sahara scar eating grian out from under his desk, but now i’m thinking about vex form scar having a much thicker tongue, and grian having to figure out how to not make any noises while scar fucks him open with said tongue dkksdk bonus points scar caressing and leaving little marks on his thighs with his claws, the slight pain with his pleasure making grian a mess

you’re so real for this one anon. esp the thicker tongue??? scar’s getting a good grade in taking his husband apart, mhm mhm

I meant to answer this days ago but school got in the way. anyway. have this LOL

Grian’s pen moves across the page in little spurts, the man squinting down at the paper before him. To anyone walking by he looks deep in thought as he burns holes into the budgeting for Sahara. Which isn’t too far off, but it isn’t the entire truth.

The rest of the truth is under his desk, and currently holding his legs apart.

Scar’s decided to up his antics today, unleashing his vex form on Grian. Something that Grian doesn’t mind when they’re alone. But his two coworkers are currently in the next room, and Grian doesn’t want them to walk in on his husband tongue fucking him.

He feels Scar’s thick tongue lick at his entrance, making him shudder. “Scar,” he mutters, squeezing the pen in his hand. His husband purrs in response, the sound vibrating against him, causing him to jolt in pleasure.

Enjoying his reaction, Scar presses onward, slowly slipping his tongue inside Grian. The feeling makes Grian freeze in place, a choked noise being yanked from him. It’s akin to that of Scar’s fingers in him, but not quite. He feels Scar slowly move his tongue in and out, lapping at him. “O-Oh, oh fuck,” he hisses out, trying to keep himself quiet. Yet Scar doesn’t share this goal, as he pokes deeper into Grian, sucking at his clit in the process. “Fuck!” he cries, louder than intended.

His breath hitches, ears straining for any sounds from outside. Scar doesn’t seem to care much, as he licks at Grian’s walls, moving his tongue in and out. Grian takes measured breaths, biting his lip to keep any loud noises muffled. He pants at the feeling of Scar’s mouth on him, making him whine. “S-Scaaar.” He trembles, the syllables of his name being dragged out through his quiet gasp. He feels so hot, like there’s a fire igniting inside him, furious and intense.

Scar thrusts his tongue, the thickness of it leaving Grian feeling fuller than he would with his husband’s fingers. He licks into Grian with determination, clearly wanting to create a stream of noise from him. He pushes his face closer to Grian’s heat, licking into him.

Grian drops the pen, instead bringing his hands to cover his mouth. A few weak moans spill from him, hips awkwardly jerking against Scar’s mouth. He has no idea how he’s meant to focus like this, with Scar eating him like a man starved. His tongue is merciless, lapping at him and occasionally sucking at his clit. A jolt of pleasure runs down Grian’s spine at the feeling. “S-So thick, o-oh Void Scar—” He tilts his head back just slightly, the motion pushing him away from his desk.

With this angle, he can see the way Scar looks up at him, green eyes heated and intense, loud with love and adoration.

Scar’s mouth is warm on him, tongue like molten lava as it moves in him. Grian feels like he’s being swallowed whole with each stroke. It’s as if Scar has set him on fire with the way he laps at him. Each movement of his vexed tongue leaves Grian breathless. He’s trying so hard to be quiet so Mumbo and Iskall don’t hear them, but Scar doesn’t seem to care about that.

“G-Good boy, shit Scar, please—” he whines, weak to the relentless attention his husband gives him. He feels his wings twitching in pleasure, tense and flared out.

Slipping one hand into his lap, Grian tangles his fingers in Scar’s hair. He presses him closer as he feels Scar grab his thighs, claws digging into his skin. “Yes, yes, c’mon,” he pants, trembling. Scar’s literally fucking him open with tongue, and Grian can hardly think straight. “You feel so good, ah, ah, yes.”

He can feel Scar’s clawed nails press and dig lightly into his skin, sending little shocks of pleasure running through Grian’s body. He quiets a weak warble as Scar lovingly caresses his skin, sucking at his clit once more. Grian jolts in response, fingers tightening lightly in Scar’s hair. “Please, please, please,” he begs, breathless. “Love — ah — love you so much, S-Scar.”

Tenderly, ever so softly, Grian feels three taps of Scar’s claws against his thigh. He laughs a little in return, the sound breaking off into a strangled noise as Scar licks at him, thick tongue taking the time to rub against his sweet spot.

A high pitched keen leaves Grian as he tries to pull himself back, but Scar doesn’t let him get very far. He drags him close by his grip on Grian’s thighs, claws digging into his skin. Scar’s hold on him is tight, strong. He can’t pull back even if he wanted to (not that he does). His chair creaks as Scar leans forward, pulling Grian closer.

Scar chases right toward Grian’s release, and Grian has to forcefully cover his mouth to prevent himself from getting too loud. It doesn’t prevent every noise from spilling out, as his weak moans still leak through.

His body feels so warm, all wrapped up tight with tension.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” Grian moans, trying to move his hips back against Scar’s mouth. His moans are breathy, as silent as he can make them. “Gonna cum on your tongue, oh, please Scar.” His lovely husband slips in a finger to push him over the edge, earning a warbled gasp from Grian.

Scar moves his finger in time with his tongue, adding to the thickness plunging within Grian. He stiffens, body going tight as he grabs at Scar with both hands. The angle is a little awkward with him on his chair like this, but he desperately works himself back against Scar’s tongue, panting and whining.

“Please, p-please make me cum, ‘m so close Scar, ngh,” he moans, and Scar gives him exactly what he wants.

A few more thrusts of his tongue and finger leave Grian spilling over, Scar’s name a warbled cry on his lips. “S-Scar, fuck, t-thank you, thank y-you—“ Grian squeezes his eyes shut with another quiet noise, hands still tangled in Scar’s hair. He hangs his head, shuddering as Scar works him through his orgasm.

Slowly does Scar stop his movements, gently extracting himself from the trembly avian before him. He smiles up at the man lovingly, moving farther out from under his desk to properly lean up on his knees. He reaches for Grian’s face as he slots their lips together, kissing him.

Grian’s nose scrunches as he tastes himself on Scar’s tongue, but otherwise melts into the action. His hands slip down to Scar’s shoulders as they exchange a few soft kisses.

Neither of them speak as Grian catches his breath, content to feel Scar’s lips against his own. He sighs quietly in content, holding onto as much of Scar as he can.

Eventually pulling apart, Scar moves to lean his arms on Grian’s lap, resting his head there. “I love you,” Scar murmurs to him. “Did you like the surprise?” He sticks his now human tongue out playfully.

“You are a threat to my safety, you know that?” Grian teases in return. “I didn’t get any work done because someone wanted to try and get information.”

Scar grins up at him, “Did it work?”

Grian hums, pretending to think about it. “Hmmm, no.” Scar playfully pouts at him. “But I might be open to some more… persuasion at home.” He grins, idly dragging a hand through Scar’s soft hair. “And yes, I thoroughly enjoyed the surprise, however distracting it might have been.”

[lavendernlilac]

one of my favorite characterizations with grian and scar is the one where grian is all sharp and rough, and scar treats him with gentleness. grian could be goading scar into being rough with him because it’s just how grian is (and partly what he likes) and scar gives him this sweet and very loving look and takes him apart so gently instead. he takes his time with grian and he treats grian not like he’s made out of glass, but he treats him with care

and grian either isn’t used to such care or he’s caught off guard by it. I just really love scar being so gentle and loving with him

bonus points if scar worships grian… gives him such devotion, traces his body with his hands and leaves grian trembling under him. he creates a map of him, showering him in worship

[lavendernlilac]

Staring at that last ask you answered… 👀 can we get a bit of writing on that throne bit?

oh gosh this came in a day or two ago. the ask in question is this one here! and as for the bit of writing… under the cut!

“A-Ah, Scar—” The words shake as they leave Grian’s throat, head dropping back to land on Scar’s shoulder. The arm around his waist tightens, pulling him in closer, a whine leaving him with how deeply his husband’s cock is buried inside him.

Hot lips are leaving a soft trail of kisses down the side of his neck, the press of cool glass against his skin. Of course his ridiculous man stills wears that damn monocle, even now. “Yes, my love?” Scar’s voice is silky and low as he expertly moves his hips up into Grian, making the other squirm. His movements are slow and calculated, knowing just how to draw out each thrust to unravel Grian a little bit more.

Grian sucks in a breath, pleasure shooting up his spine as he glances over at the large entrance to town hall with lidded eyes. “T-The doorway… anyone could hn come in and see,” he warns. Not that either of them are actually worried about the thought, if anything it excites them, adds to the thrill. It lights a flame under Grian’s skin, as he feels the material of Scar’s suit against his back.

Both of them are still dressed, with the skirt of Grian’s Mother Spore dress hiked up. He’s sprawled across Scar’s lap, shamelessly fucked on the large diamond throne of wealth the mayor has accumulated.

Scar hums as he makes a point of thrusting roughly, drawing a loud and shaky moan from Grian’s lips. “They can come in and watch if they’d like,” Scar speaks, moving his kisses down to Grian’s shoulder. “Why, any hermit could stumble on us and I’d be happy to give them a show!”

Grian shudders at the thought.

“What a sight you’d make, handsome. The resistance’s leader, reduced to the mayor’s plaything on his diamond throne,” Scar says, tightening his hold on his husband’s hips. Grian makes a choked noise, one of his hands moving to settle over Scar’s. He moves to lace their fingers together, an excuse Scar takes to lift his hand up to his lips, kissing it. “I could show them all how well I’ve trained you.”

“S-Scar,” Grian whines out. He wishes he were facing Scar rather than having his back to him, wishing that he could wrap his arms around him. With his grip on Grian’s hips, he pulls him down into each thrusts he makes. “Fuck, please,” he gasps.

The press of lips return to his neck, moving up. “Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything you’d like.” Scar’s voice is full of warmth, affection. Every word he says is laced with love.

Feeling a need, Grian angles himself enough that he can drag Scar into a kiss, hand gripping his hair to keep him rights where he wants him.

Miraculously, they aren’t caught. Not this time, or even the next.