#s.ubspace

THISSSS OMG

I can so see it being a thing where like. it’s a scene or smth right, grian is the one to cheekily be all “well I never got to properly thank you for saving my life the night we met” and makes a suggestion to play things out. to which scar is happy to agree to her whims and see where it takes them

she goes the whole mile too, fully commits to it—does her hair the same way she had it that night, same makeup, same thigh high socks, she’d do the same outfit too but she swaps it for the silk robe. grian gets her “dressing room” all prepped (which is really just a room in her apartment that she decorates to look like her Actual dressing room, moves her vanity in there and everything)

when scar walks in he’s in the hotguy get up and grian is inviting him inside the room, falling into character and thanking him, sweet talking him. she asks how she can properly thank him, she’s happy to do whatever he wants to show her gratitude. and scar pauses to make a show of thinking about it, acts like he’s hesitating before “taking advantage” of her generosity. he sits himself down on her chair, undoes his belt and zipper and frees his cock from his boxers, laughing at the way grian’s staring at him like he’s a feast

all he asks is for her to be a good girl and blow him as thanks, and grian makes a teasing show of kneeling between his legs. her robe slips off of one of her shoulders and scar can’t stop staring at the spot as she takes him into her mouth. grian is very sweet with him, kissing the tip before dragging her lips along his length to leave more little kisses. she’s nice and slow, attentive. she makes it a point to look up at him the whole time and watch as she makes him come undone. scar can’t resist grabbing her hair when it becomes too hard to sit still, making her take him deeper as he fucks her mouth. he warns her before his comes and tells her to swallow it, wouldn’t want to leave any evidence of the things hotguy does with his fans

grian’s the one climbing right into his lap after, pulling him into heated kisses and scar stands them up to push her against the vanity, too worked up and excited to watch himself. when he pushes her against it, the whole thing shakes behind her and grian’s sweet little yelp is causing him to pause. is she hurt? did he shove her too hard? is he being too rough? he doesn’t mind stopping here, she’s technically done enough to thank him

she already looks wrecked, with strands of hair falling free from her ponytail, eyes clouded with need, a little dazed. but grian is shaking her head, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, drawing him in. she looks shy with him and promises that she’s fine, they don’t have to stop, please be rougher if he wants to be, she doesn’t mind

so scar continues, kissing her, touching her all over. he traces her body, marking up her neck and that shoulder that’s been teasing him this whole time. he can’t keep his hands off her chest, kneading her tits, circling her nipples, he even tells her how pretty they are, says she’s thanking him this way too, letting him play with perfection like this. he’s making her drop like this, and he’s checking in as he’s reaching down to her pussy, surprise to see a lack of panties there. she’s giving him a nod as he wonders if she wanted this to happen, was hoping for him to have his way with her. what would her fans think if they knew?

grian’s lost when he fingers her, hearing the squelch each time he rams his fingers inside to stretch her from how wet she is. scar is fast and rough, practically shaking both her and the vanity. she whines and cries, yelping when he pinches her clit. she begs for more, tells him she can take it, she’s thanking him after all. he fucks her with his fingers until she’s coming around them, delirious and lost in subspace from how good it is

scar’s hard but steps back, lets her lean against him as she catches her breath. they don’t have to go any further, he assures, she’s done more than enough to thank him, he wouldn’t want to overstep any further. except grian’s laying her head on his chest, whining because he’s created a new problem for her that only he can help with… and she turns around to lean against the vanity, presenting herself to him, taking off her robe so scar can see how she’s dripping, pussy clenching around nothing. she needs him to save her again, to be her hero, please?

and well. how scar wouldn’t be much of a hero if he ignored a plea for help. he’s holding her, kissing her shoulder and neck while lining his dick up with her folds and whispering that he’ll happily save her before pushing in, soaking up all of the sweet noises she makes. he fucks her hard against the vanity, tells her to cry for him, delights in the way she drools and moans his name. he pulls on her hair again too, drags her body into each thrust and fucks her nice and dumb, until all she can think about is how good his cock feels. he gropes her tits too, unable to resist as he slams into her

he asks her what she wants, if she wants him cum inside her or on her back and all grian can do is whine, begging him. but that won’t do because how will scar know which one she wants? what a shame, he’ll just have to choose for her since she’s too drunk on his dick to answer. if she wants to thank him so badly, then he’ll use her cute little cunt as a cumdump, make her nice and full. grian’s whimpering and drooling, mumbling pleas and thank you’s as he promises to use her, as he comes inside her and fucks his cum deeper to make sure she doesn’t waste a single drop. he gets her to come again after, pinching her clit and murmuring for her to come

How many of his boyfriends get off to Jimmy on his knees worshipping their cock when it should be the other way around?

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“Scar, come on,” Grian groans, already seated on the ground between his legs. She’s looking up at him expectantly, a firm frown on her face. Her boyfriend is still mostly dressed, shoes and everything as he sits on the edge of their bed in the hotel. Grian herself has already striped down to her undergarments, practically shedding her clothes as soon as the door was shut. “I want your dick.”

Scar clicks his tongue in warning as he shrugs his shirt off. “And you’ll get it pretty bird, just a second.”

Rolling her eyes, Grian sets her hand on his knee with a frown. “Will I? Because you’ve been taking an awfully long time getting undressed over here.” She gestures to herself. “I’ve already lost all my layers besides one!” She’s been waiting all night for this, eager to get her mouth on him.

“That’s because you have no patience,” Scar retorts. His shirt drops to the ground beside him, and Grian worships his torso with her stare.

“Or maybe you just take too long.” Her eyes trace the way Scar’s hands move down to his belt, but every slow movement feels too agonizing to wait. Despite her complaining, he still hasn’t picked up the pace. Grian sighs, shoulders slump as she makes some kind of flippant gesture with her hand. “And here I thought you were going to give me a good time,” she says offhandedly. “If you’re not going to put your money where your mouth is, then you should really get better at following through, Scar.”

In front of her, Scar tenses, and Grian has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from smiling. If Scar wants to play, she’ll happily play.

There’s one way to really get him.

“I guess I could entertain myself with the toy I brought if you’re not going to fuck me,” she hums, tapping her chin. “A vibrator gets the job done just as well, maybe even better. After all, you’re just talk—mmph!” Grian’s words are completely cut off as she feels two fingers slide into her mouth. The pads of Scar’s fingers press down on her tongue, and Grian immediately moans around them, shuddering. She feels one finger slide against her tongue and her hips jerk forward without her permission.

“Can’t be patient for anything, can you?” Scar sighs, watching her. “If you had just waited another minute then you would’ve gotten exactly what you wanted.” He frowns, clicking his tongue with disappointment. “You know I always take care of you when you’re a good girl. But you’re being a brat, Grian. I can’t reward you for that.” His voice takes a hardened edge as his thumb hooks under her jaw, properly holding her mouth. “If you want to act like a brat then I’ll treat you like one; no touching unless I give you permission.”

The resulting loud moan is all agreement he needs.

Grian’s mouth closes on his fingers as she tries to drag her tongue over them. She’s been so worked up for hours, this is perfect for her. Each time his finger strokes Grian’s tongue, her hips rut against nothing, panties rapidly growing wet. She groans in return, sucking on them. She looks up at Scar through her bangs, finding him watching her with dark eyes. Silently, she pleads for him.

Yet there’s amusement in her lover’s stare as he tilts his head. “Really?” he hums. “All of that whining only to moan over my fingers?” There’s almost something patronizing to his voice as he teases her. It makes Grian’s stomach burn. Scar loosens his grip on her jaw, giving her tongue a gentle tap. He makes a motion to pull his hand away, but Grian is chasing after him before his fingers even leave his mouth, trying to hold onto them. Scar curses, “You’re so pathetic it’s adorable.”

He leaves his fingers still, letting Grian have her way with them. She moans with delight, tongue curling around the two digits as she licks and sucks. She’s tracing the feeling of his skin under her taste, eager for any bit of him she can get. Grian’s eyes fall shut, she leans forward. Her hands are between her legs on the ground, cunt grinding against nothing as her slick stains her panties. She takes Scar’s fingers until her lips are closed around his knuckles, and Grian’s head falls into a natural bobbing rhythm.

“Desperate are we?” Scar says, catching how Grian’s hips rock, trying to find something that’ll give her friction. She looks so cute. “Your mouth has much better uses than just being a brat, see? Doesn’t that feel better?” Carefully, Scar moves his foot to nudge against her crotch, trying not to get the sole of his shoe on her panties. He applies a bit of pressure and it causes Grian to freeze up with a strained yet muffled noise. He narrows his eyes at her, “No moving, pet.”

Grian gives a muffled reply, one sounding almost like “yes sir.”

Even though her eyes are shut, Scar still smiles, pressing down on her cunt again. “You’re so cute when you listen to me,” he hums in approval. “Look at you just sitting here with your mouth full, I like you like this. Happy as long as you have something to suck on—it doesn’t matter if it’s my cock or my fingers, does it, greedy brat?” Her answer is a whimper, tongue dragging along the underside of his pointer and middle fingers. “Yeah, thought so. Your pretty mouth is put to better use this way, my little toy.”

Grian’s sinking, losing herself in the repetitive motions of her head and her mouth working Scar’s fingers. Whatever he’s saying is rolling right over her head, but clearly still registering in her mind as she whines back at him. Just hearing him speak to her is enough to make her whine. And the cruel pressing of his foot to her sex leaves her trembling with need. Want. It’s satisfied slightly with his fingers, she likes having them in her mouth. She likes it a lot—even more since Scar seems to like it too. She wants him to make her jaw ache, leave an imprint behind, a phantom feeling. Grian moans at the thought, still feeling Scar’s fingers against her tongue hours from now. Her head ducks slightly.

Speaking of, she nearly chokes on a cry when Scar starts gently moving his fingers in a rhythmic motion—back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Without her realizing, Grian scoots closer to him, eager, eager, eager. She mewls, some quiet thing with a little shake. One of her hands raise without her realizing, too caught up in the feeling of Scar moving his fingers. Everything else is rapidly disappearing around them, leaving just Grian floating with Scar tethering her to earth. She takes gentle hold of Scar’s wrist to keep him in her mouth as she sucks, trying to take more of him.

The response is immediate, a pinch to her skin, “Uh-uh brat, I didn’t say you could touch.” Grian gasps in return, letting go and hoping that won’t get her into further trouble. Her eyes fly open and she looks up at him. “We’ve gone over this lesson so many times, but you never learn,” Scar tuts, forcing another finger into her mouth. “I’m starting to think you just like getting into trouble.”

Greedily, Grian accepts the third finger, trying to remind herself not to move her hips. But she feels so light, so jerky, she doesn’t have to do much. Her tongue feels desperate as it rolls over Scar’s fingers, trying to convey how badly she’s aching between her legs, how wet she is. Pleadingly, she whines at him.

Scar hums in contemplation. “Maybe this is all you’re good for, hm? A nice warm mouth to be used whenever I want. D’you think so pet?”

She tries to nod, not even fully sure what she’s nodding about. But she trusts Scar with whatever it is. One of his fingers crook up to rub against the roof of her mouth and Grian slumps forward with a noise.

“My, look at how wet you are,” Scar finally, finally notes. Maybe he’ll take her now that he knows. Except, “Even if it is just a scolding, it’d be mean to deprive you of relief, wouldn’t it?” He’s cooing at her, smirking. “You can come, baby. But I want you getting off with my fingers just like this,” he pauses, but the permission sounds heavenly. “And the surface under you.” To emphasize what he means, he presses on her with his shoe, sending hot flames of arousal down her spine.

Fuck.

Grian doubles her efforts, slipping more and more in the meanwhile. She grinds against his shoe, panting around his fingers. Her arms feel useless in her lap, with Scar’s leg doing more to hold her up. Every twitch of her hips sends her right into him, the pressure so good on her clit. Grian whines as she tries to follow the slow movements of his fingers, dragging herself down. She feels like she’s evaporating, something becoming nothing as she focuses on coming, on Scar’s fingers in her mouth, on the delicious friction being given to her. Everything is gone, turned to some mushy amalgamation of herself and Scar.

Scar’s switching between stroking her tongue and pressing down on her mouth, and Grian’s strings are quickly snapping. She lets out some muffled cry and her hips roll down in a frenzy, desperate and close. Her eyes squeeze and she drives herself closer, closer.

From above, Scar watches, enthralled by her. If they weren’t in the moment, he’d pull her right up into his lap and bring her to ruin himself. He loves watching Grian fall apart, whether it be from his touch or something like this. Seeing the frantic movements, hearing her muffled cries rise in pitch the closer she gets, Scar adores every second of it. He loves the effect his words have on her even more.

“Are you close?” he asks, watching her. “Look at you, humping my leg like a little bunny in heat… are you gonna come?” He can feel how Grian’s moan shakes in her mouth, how her hips stutter and her thighs try to squeeze together. She almost feels like a ragdoll against him with how relaxed she is, her eyes dazed. “Aw, do you like this?” Scar purrs when he notices it. “You do, of course you do.” He pushes his leg further against her just as he feels her hips wiggle and lift, hearing Grian’s muffled cry.

She sags into him as she shakes and trembles, a little song of panted moans following shortly. Her hips stop, though she remains pressed against him. Scar coos at her as he slips his fingers out of mouth, watching a string of saliva follow. Grian’s head comes to rest against his knee as she breathes, mouth now free. Her jaw aches, her panties feel sticky and wet. There’s a hand in her hair, brushing it as her body trembles lightly.

“There we go,” Scar hums, playing with her hair. “A little bit of relief for you after being so worked up. Aren’t I so nice?” He tilts his head down at her, smiling softly. “What do you say, baby?”

Grian shifts slightly, the softest noise spilling from her lips. “T-Thank… hah… thank you, s-sir…” she responds, sounding dazed and distant.

It’s close to what he wants, but not quite. Scar gently pulls on her hair. “For what, pet?”

Whining, Grian looks up at him. What does he expect her to thank him for? Specific… she needs to thank him for something specific. Oh—“Mngh, t-thank you sir, f’r letting m’come.” Her mouth feels like it’s moving funny. It feels weird to talk now without his fingers there. Her head is airy, mush.

Affectionately, Scar combs his fingers through her soft strands. “Good girl,” he praises, love coating his voice. Slowly, he moves back on the bed, patting his thighs. “C’mere sweet thing.” He motions for her, reaching out to steady her as she clambers into his lap. Scar holds her by the waist, thumb dipping into the soft curve of her hip. “Are you going to be patient for me now?”

Grian snuggles against his warm chest, nodding. Scar kisses her hair, his hand moving down to slip into her panties, finger teasing her entrance.

ough…

she’s not even expecting it, maybe it’s never happened before. but scar is just So stuck on her tits (maybe she wore something that just got him really worked up about them) and he keeps touching her chest

scar wants to make sure she knows she’s loved, and what better way than to give attention to one of his favorite physical parts of her? he’s whispering praise against her skin while kneading her, sucking her nipples and squeezing her. he has his mouth on one tit while he’s fondling the other with his hand and his teeth keep grazing her and oh grian might just be losing her mind under him

he keeps switching it up too, interchanging which breast his mouth is on, which one his hand is squeezing and pinching. grian can barely keep track of it and he’s kissing her chest. scar is just so… loving and attentive

grian’s not even realizing she’s slipping into subspace, too lost in the amount of stimulation being given to her. her thoughts just surround scar, nothing else. I think scar notices, because he’s just attentive to grian like that. and he stops for a second to make sure she’s alright but grian is whining at him “don’t stop please” and encouraging him to come back, to press his warm lips against her again. scar still sneaks in a check in with a color (she’s green, she’s so green) before he’s going back in for more

do you think grian comes from the stimulation? do you think scar leaves her trembling with every bite, every touch, every movement of his tongue and she can’t take it? she’s tangling her fingers in his hair, urging him closer, closer, and all she can think about is scar’s lips. scar is eager in everything he does, every way that he touches and sucks on her. and honestly he didn’t mean for her to finish like that, but he feels her tense and shudder under him and oh. she came. just from that. grian lies in his arms and she’s trembling, eyes dazed and unfocused and scar is cooing at her, his pretty little bird, all cute when she’s undone

ehehehe :3c

so! spinning it around in my head (because lowkey??? thinking about writing it) I’m thinking that scar is more of a gentle dom while hotguy encompasses the mean dom side of him 😳

and it’s??? such a mixing of their usual dynamics that grian is losing her mind between the two of them. you have scar who’s praising her for how good she’s being for them, how well she’s taking everything. and then hotguy is nearly mocking her for how eager she is, what a good toy she makes. I think hotguy tells her to refer to both of them as sir and scar coos adoringly when grian practically trips over her words to listen

I have such an image of hotguy holding grian’s wrists in place while putting the edge of her shirt in her mouth for her to hold so he can touch her freely (before the shirt comes off, that is) while scar is kissing her all over, her stomach and hips, her thighs, right before giving all of his attention to her pretty cunt. he’s intent on worshipping her while hotguy whispers to her, makes grian beg them to let her come just to listen to her whine and plead

she begs to suck one of them off at some point, probs hotguy, and scar just sits back to watch, lavishing grian in praise while hotguy fucks her throat. she swallows everything when he finishes and gets pulled into scar’s lap for an onslaught of kisses while he runs his hands over her, offering his own bits of affection. and there’s so much attention on her that grian doesn’t know what to do with it. but she knows that she wants to keep it, that she craves both scar and hotguy looking at her while they take her apart and fill up her thoughts entirely

when scar holds her to his chest, lovingly encourages her to spread her legs so hotguy can stretch her, she’s folding like a table for the nth time. I think hotguy should make her come on his fingers again as a treat, so that when scar sits her on his dick she’s whining about how she can’t, it’s too much even as she’s trying to get more from him, and scar’s so loving, taking her and reassuring her that she can, just one more for them <3 hotguy’s right behind her, rubbing himself against her ass, kissing her shoulders and neck, telling her to be a good girl, it’s only fair scar gets to have some fun no? and maybe he makes use of her other hole too

they’ve got grian crying between them from how good it is, burying her face into scar’s neck and clinging to him. and when the three of them finish, grian is jello. she’s straight up boneless. but so very satisfied as scar and hotguy both kiss her all over, telling her they love her, how beautiful she is, etc etc. gri’s definitely floating in subspace after all of that but she’s very warm and content and the bath is put on hold in favor of snuggles (although hotguy does get up to get a washcloth for them to clean up. and he is so very gentle with grian when he cleans her)

while they’re cuddling, after grian is more grounded and back to herself, I think scar makes a joke about it “being a shame things can’t always be like this” as in y’know. scar and hotguy existing as two people. because maybe then he’d be able to love grian better, give her more of the time that she deserves. hotguy stiffens because he knows scar isn’t merely joking about that, not when he’s thought that too. and grian knows him well enough that she knows he genuinely means it

and :(( it’s really important that grian reiterates that she loves them. that scar and hotguy are one in the same. you can’t have hotguy without scar, or scar without hotguy. both parts of him mean so much to her, she fell in love with him twice, after all. she just. loves him the way he is, loves their relationship the way it is. she makes a point to drill into scar and hotguy that she adores the way he loves her, that he’s already good enough for her. he doesn’t need to be split into two people for him to be the perfect boyfriend to her

mouth full and she's all nice and relaxed, but the moment scar takes smth out of her mouth she starts snarking at him again lmao

yessss. she gets mad (not really) that scar took whatever it was out of her mouth. she was comfortable and relaxed! and now she’s not anymore and that’s scar’s problem. but that’s an easy enough fix 

sometimes it leads to scar making her cockwarm him with her mouth, other times it leads to scar sticking his fingers into her mouth and snarking right back, or he makes her say please for him to let her have something again 

although I’m very stuck on this image of grian cockwarming him… maybe my brain is just on this because of an nsfw fic for the au I’m working on atm but just. grian needing to get out of her head for a bit and scar proposing an idea of her cockwarming him with her mouth. it leads to grian sitting at his feet while scar sits at his desk in his apartment, reviewing a script for an upcoming gig he’s auditioning for

grian sits on the ground with him in her mouth and she’s so comfy. scar gets her a pillow for her knees and grian’s leaning against him, jaw slack and mouth filled by his dick. scar’s got a hand in her hair, gently brushing through the strands and listening to the occasional whine that sounds from the beauty at his feet. the fact that scar can even focus on the script he’s reading. all while grian is drifting off, pushing her to subspace

her thoughts are silent and blissful, all she has to focus on is being a good cocksleeve for her scar <3 nice and easy, and he makes sure to tell her how good of a job she’s doing, how pretty she looks with her mouth full. he promises to give her a nice reward once he’s done with this script. grian is just… so content with scar in her mouth, satiated and oh so very cozy. besides, scar is saying she’s good and her mouth feels so nice. grian is grounded at his feet but very much floating. and when scar finishes up, he fucks her throat before spreading her out on his desk, taking up his favorite spot between her thighs and eating her out until she comes with cute little whines