vex scar you say π
- lav
BSHDBDJ the speed you sent me this ask...hi lav :3c
Vex scar π₯° He came to me in a dream and now I can't stop thinking about him... Big clawed hands and grey skin...I feel like we never make hybrids monster enough and I need to change that. Like. Imagine with me (with freaky avian grian bc ofc ofc)
Big clawed hands, almost talons, curling around Grian's soft feathery waist. Warm breath against his neck, the graze of sharp teeth as Scar smiles. Crowding against him, coaxing Grian into soft sheets where he can pin him down, a hand smoothing down his back. Brushing tail feathers out of the way, it's the way those hands would part Grian to make room for a long tongue, filling him the same way a cock would. Deliciously slick and paired with hot pants and growls, there's no hope to squirm away between the onslaught of pleasure and the hands grasping downy thighs.
It takes Grian shaking apart for Scar to lean away, tongue lapping a line up his hole, teeth grazing delicate skin. It would be incredibly easy for Scar to flip him over, no effort at all as he manhandles him onto his back, hands tucking in the avian's wings and teasing his feathers further. And from then Scar would make an imposing presence, tattered wings fanned out, blocking out the sight of the room in favour of Grian's eyes being only on him. He'd dive back down, stretching him open properly this time with his tongue. All the while, hands fisted in white hair does nothing but encourage him further. Indulging in his lust and hunger for Grian.
It's when Grian's panting and whining, hands less grabbing and more pawing, that he'd finally give in and free himself from his clothes. A thick, flushed cock, soft barbs and a tapered tip that's sure to reach deeper than anything else. He'd crowd back over Grian once exposed to the warming air, rutting against him before the tip of his dick finds his hole. And then it's a slow grind in, huffing breaths, hips twitching, until his hips meet heated skin. A soft, pudgy bulge for him to press his hand to, to feel the phantom sensation and watch Grian squirm. His hands would easily find a home against Grian's waist and the sheets, plenty of leverage to fuck him slow and deep. Almost using him for his own pleasure as he gets so caught up in the sensation himself. Grian could cum under him, but that does little to slow Scar chasing his own pleasure, skin buzzing and gut churning with heat.
