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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Sigh.

Scar <3

There's Passion in Softness

Chapter 1: That Magic Silence

Rating: E Pairing: Scar x Reader Words: 2,248 Chapters: 1

[Read it on AO3]

Summary: Scar was not your typical alpha, and he was all too aware of that. He'd been walked out on by omega after omega who wanted him to be rougher, harsher,, more "passionate."

But Scar showed his passion through soft touches, through tender kisses and whispered, "I love you's," …which left him crying into his pillow, nursing yet another broken heart in that empty apartment during his rut.

Scar could never be what he was "supposed to be" so he'd given up… Given up on trying to meet those expectations, on finding a mate… but then you came along.

Note: Hello! This fic has been Quite awhile in the making! I have most of it outlined and a few chapters written already, so there should be regular updates! Thank you to @crystalconsort and @x-celestialmess-x for beta-reading!

CWs for this chapter: implied/referenced past abuse/relationship trauma, mentions of being hit and verbal abuse. It's brief and vague, but the mentions are still there.

You wake up with a pang of hunger in your stomach, you're blinded by the light of your phone as you check the time, 3:28 am. You try to turn over and fall back asleep, but it doesn’t work. With a groan, you crawl out of bed, point your phone flashlight to the floor, and make your way downstairs.

You tip-toe past the living room where some of your friends rest, having opted for a sleepover after your movie night went a bit too late into the evening. You round the corner to your kitchen and stop in your tracks when you see a silhouette of a tall figure standing there.

You shine your light at them and snicker when you see Scar, frozen, in a t-shirt and boxers with a slice of leftover pizza in his mouth. With his messy hair and slightly hunched posture, he looks like a raccoon caught going through a garbage can… cute.

“Hey,” he mumbles through a mouthful of pizza.

You turn off your flashlight and smile, “Hey, Scar,” you hop up on the counter next to the open pizza box, grabbing a slice, “what brings you here?”

Scar swallows his bite and shrugs, leaning against the counter adjacent to you, “couldn’t sleep… nightmares and all that.”

You make a sympathetic noise, “I get that.” You take a bite, speaking with your mouth half-full, “D’you wanna talk about it? That always helps me process things.” You tried to make the offer sound as casual as possible, like you weren’t dying to get to know the man at a deeper level.

You’d mostly hung out in your mutual friend group, you’d had a few one-on-one chats, but never anything in-depth. The past few months you began to develop a bit of a crush on him- and who could blame you? The man was hot. But you wanted more than just a physical connection, and you had to make sure your feelings were in the right place before acting on them.

He sighs, rubbing an eye with the bottom of his palm, “Not really much to talk about, just some old baggage.”

You frown slightly, being this close to him, you notice the dark lines under his eyes, the slight redness to them… it makes you wonder how long he’s been dealing with this… “I’m sorry to hear that. I feel you, though,” you test the waters, opening up the conversation to something deeper,, to see if that’ll help, “Sometimes shit just happens and it,, has a way of sticking with you… like it’s haunting you. No matter how far you get away from it, it’s always there to some degree.”

Scar huffs out a humorless laugh, gaze fixed to the floor, lost in thought, “Yeah…” he mumbles, bringing his arms up to cross over his chest, thumb rubbing against his elbow in a self-soothing gesture.

You let the silence sit for a minute, not wanting to disrupt his thoughts.

His voice cracks slightly, “I just wish I could get past it… like,, I feel like I’ve already-” he looks to the ceiling, searching for the right word, “learned from it… why can’t it just,, go away.”

A frustrated groan reverberates from his chest as he runs a hand down his face, eyes closed as his head tilts back. His fingers curl slightly under his chin as his wrist rests against his Adam's apple, and you’re not sure what it is about that sight- but something within you pangs with a need to be closer.

You lay your hand on his shoulder, but he flinches away- ears standing alert, eyes flashing with fear.

Guilt washes over you as you retract your hand, “Sorry, I- should’ve asked.”

Scar relaxes, shaking his head, “No, don’t worry- I’m sorry… It’s. Just part of the stuff I’m dealing with…” he sighs.

You nod, making a mental note of the trigger.

“Sometimes I just…” he winces, “I hate how much is ruined for me, ya’know?” he glances over and you nod, encouraging him to go on.

“Like.. I shouldn’t flinch away at any touch, I shouldn’t have nightmares that I’m back in that empty apartment,” he clenches a hand into a fist, tail swishing angrily, “I shouldn’t hear their voices in my head, making me doubt whenever someone says something nice to me.”

Your heart sinks, how could anyone hurt Scar? He’s the most lovable person you know. Your protective instincts kick in. You just wanna wrap him up in your arms, to hold him close and make sure he knows just how wonderful he is- but you know that’s not the answer. So instead, you shake your head, “You shouldn’t have to go through that, I’m so sorry.”

Scar opens his mouth to speak again, but his eyes narrow on the floor, “I…” he shakes his head, “I’m really sorry,, I don’t-” his words are cut off with a yawn he hides behind the back of his hand, “I don’t know why I said all that…” he meets your gaze, apologetic, “I really shouldn’t have just. dumped all that on you.”

You shrug, giving a nod, “Maybe not, but I genuinely don’t mind. It seems like you’ve been needing to get it off your chest, and I’m more than happy to listen if you need to talk about it,” you give a reassuring smile.

Scar hesitates for a moment, trepidation crossing his features before he purses his lips, shaking his head as he resolves himself, “I’m not gonna listen to the doubt,” he looks at you, determined, “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Your smile widens as a slight blush creeps onto your cheeks. You can’t help your tail wagging behind you as you nod- you’re just. so touched that he’s making such an effort to trust you.

Scar starts slowly, gaze turning back to the floor as he picks at his nails, “I’ve never really,, had good experiences in relationships..? Everything starts off fine but then,,” he glances off awkwardly, mumbling, “cycles come around and..” he shrugs, “it’s like a flip is switched… like everything I do is wrong.”

His eyes shift back to yours, and with your gentle nod of understanding, he continues, “All of a sudden they want me to be all these things that I’m just,, not…” he grimaces, “they were always so,, horrible and mean about it all. They’d yell and hit me... tell me to be tougher, meaner, rougher… tell me to just. take them whenever,, without even asking??” he looks to you, arching an eyebrow in disbelief, “I mean, can you imagine me doing something like that??”

“I… honestly can’t,” Your mind runs through every fantasy you’ve had of Scar, and in none of them is he the harsh, rough alpha from romance movies. He’s not particularly the opposite either, though. You didn’t want to fixate on an idea of him constructed in your mind, didn’t want to set any expectations. So you always focused on what you knew; the kindness you saw in his eyes, the smiles and laughter he brought, his beauty… his strong physique, pecs that strained against his t-shirt, his toned arms that could probably pick you off the counter with ease and-

Shit, he’s talking again- pay attention.

“I dunno,” he shrugs, “at a certain point I started to wonder if there was something wrong with me. Like I was just a bad alpha.”

Your brow furrows, “That can’t be true…”

He huffs out a humorless laugh, “I’m 0 for 6 as far as partners go… Let me know if you find an omega who wants to hear ‘I love you’ like a broken record… one who won’t smack me and tell me I’m being too emotional when I cry,,” he grumbles, “one that isn’t gonna walk out on me mid-rut.”

“I would never do that.” You answer a bit too quickly- and bite your tongue.

Scar’s ears perk as he meets your eyes, wearing an unreadable expression as a slight blush creeps across his features.

Tension hangs heavy in the air.

Your heart absolutely aches for him, you can’t believe anyone was ever that cruel to Scar- especially with how caring and sweet he sounds…

You’d be lying if you said the description of Scar in bed didn’t get your thoughts racing. Images flashed through your mind of Scar on top of you, beneath you, inside you… slowly and tenderly making love to you as he kisses every part of you he can reach.

You catch a hint of your scent and suppress it before your pheromones have a chance to reach his nose. Now is not the time for that.

You try to recover your words, “I-I mean like, I’d never treat a partner like that, that’s just cruel.”

You swear you see a slight droop to his ears, a sink in his shoulders- is that… relief? disappointment?

“...Honestly,” you continue, carefully, “what you’ve described of yourself sounds pretty nice.”

His eyes snap back to you, a look you can’t quite decipher as he scans over you- not checking you out- studying your body language.

“I think anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner.” You shrug, shoulders relaxing as you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, “You’re really thoughtful, caring, and kind…” Your fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt as your eyes trail off, “You always notice when someone’s having a bad day, you’re really good at making people feel comfortable,,” you meet his gaze with sincerity, “you’re a great catch, Scar.”

His face melts into a warm smile, tail slowly wagging behind him as a slight blush dusts his cheeks, “Thank you, that… that really means a lot.”

Scar looks at you with the softest eyes, sparkling in the cool moonlight spilling through the curtains behind him, creating a halo effect behind his messy hair. You find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him, and your breath catches in your throat as you realize how beautiful this man truly is. His lips are soft as they quirk up in a smile, and you can’t help but wonder how they’d feel against yours.

The moment is all too tender and real. You panic, breaking the silence with a joke. “Sounds like you’re suffering from ‘ideal partner’ syndrome… lemme guess, your dick’s too big as well?”

“Oh well that’s always been an issue,” he effortlessly replies.

You share a moment of hushed laughter, alone in your kitchen, at god-knows-what hour. The world feels like it’s stopped spinning just for the two of you.

You instantly find that magic silence again, everything just feels so comfortable, so natural with him. You take a breath and savor the moment, smiling back as your heart beats quicker by the second.

Scar’s posture is more relaxed now, elbows resting against the counter. Your eyes trail over his chest, puffed out on full display, you find yourself staring at his nipples, the outline of his abs, the soft muscle of his pecs… but rather than thinking about sex, your mind wanders to how nice it would be to be held by him, to be cradled against his chest, to rest your head on his toned figure…

You feel a pang of longing deep within you, every instinct makes you wanna cling to him, to be held in his arms, to be close to him… Maybe it was just PHS (Pre-Heat Syndrome), or maybe it was having your suspicions of Scar as a gentle lover confirmed- but you knew you wanted to be with this man, for far longer than a heat cycle.

You steady your nerves, taking a breath. No time like the present.

“Scar, I-” you pause, “I’ve kind of had a,, thing for you.. for the past few months…”

His ears perk in your direction, his expression is cautious, guarded, but there’s a glimmer of hope in those pools of emerald, “R-Really?”

“I don’t want to give you the wrong impression,” you clarify, “I realize there’s... implications based on the conversation we’ve been having…” he nods, shoulders relaxing, “I prefer to take things slow. I don’t wanna jump into sex right away, I wanna get to know you better. So… would you wanna get lunch sometime?”

Any hesitation falls from Scar’s features as he smiles, “Yeah,, I think… that would be really nice,” his tail wags behind him.

You can’t help the way your own tail picks up at that, “Okay! Sounds,, sounds good!”

Scar’s tail doesn’t stop, his cheeks growing pink- he can’t keep the grin off his face, “Can I hug you?” you nod, and he wraps you up in one of his classic Scar bear-hugs. You settle into the warmth of his arms with ease, your chest feels a million times lighter.

You breathe in and catch a whiff of his scent, it stirs something between your legs- but he pulls away all too soon, leaving an aching need in your chest.

Scar’s practically bouncing on his feet, “Did you have any place in mind? for lunch?”

You shake your head, “Not particularly, did you?”

He nods, “I know this really cool cafe downtown, it’s spaced themed! All the drinks are named after different galaxies and the pastries are-”

Scar got on a roll and all you could do was sit there, nodding along and doing your best not to nod off- you didn’t want to miss a single word.

Yeah, you thought, this feels right.

#s.car #ABO

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Giggling, kicking my feet, i swear one day I’ll post properly on this blog and not just leave nons all over this fandom, but man i love seeing what people have to add!! To say!! I love peoples Aus!!!! Raaaa!!!!!

Though I can’t imagine it fitting anywhere into the canon of the bodyguard AU, I have been amusing myself thinking about this recently and thought it was worth a share. Pre, or incredibly early into their relationship, the chance for Grian to appear as a cameo in one of Scars films arises. It’s a small part, more just to have her name on the poster to attract a wider audience, but it does involve a sex scene.

On the set, they’re obviously just coworkers. No one is any wiser about their deeper feelings that underlie, and no one second guesses the sideways glances they dare to give each other while reviewing the scripts. The working with intimacy coordinators, the tedious process that comes with ensuring these scenes are all up to regulation.

If it’s pre relationship, oh it just drives the two of them insane. Although there isn’t much that’s actually sexy about shooting this - it’s awkward, too many eyes on them, constantly shifting and reshooting and waiting for cameras to adjust - but it’s the idea that it offers that sets them alight. Scar isn’t even touching her, just hovering close, but he’s shirtless and even with the intimacy barrier, there’s not much left to the imagination. If she closes her eyes and tries to tune out the calling of producers and directors, she can imagine for the moment that this wasn’t just a scene. She’ll memorise every aspect of this just to remember that night when she’s alone and back at home.

If it’s early into their relationship, you know they don’t even make it off set after they wrap up shooting. Of course it was a little scandalous, to have met in Scars trailer like they do, but that honeymoon phase really doesn’t care for sense and sensibility. And maybe they’re a little silly about it and stay in the roles they had for the film - maybe it was some silly spy movie, where Scar was the suave, silver tongued and sweet talking agent, Grian cameoing as a pop star he rescues from some devious plot. She’s coy, tracing his chest as she tugs at his tie with that red lipped grin. They’ll laugh like lovebirds as he playfully recites a few of his lines, as he guides her ass up onto his vanity and this time there’s no modesty barriers between them.

Either way, of course the fans go wild for the film. It was a genius cameo, perfect way to appeal to the masses. People will joke about the chemistry between the characters, and they’ll simply give grins at one another that share a knowledge only they keep.

And if she gets the film on DVD, only to loop one specific scene? That’s between her and the pillow wedged between her legs.

-🍜

OUGH STARING AT THIS,,,,

I feel like it’s something that could fit into the au, early in their relationship. part of grian’s thing that feels very important is her taking control of her own sexuality, expressing it when she wants to, however she’d like. if it were anyone else, she’d say no immediately. but because it’s scar, she’s agreeing to it. doing a sex scene in a movie is a little anxiety inducing for sure, yet with scar there, she’s far more comfortable <3

but what a time it’d be for them omg. they’re sharing glances, always hovering around one another, sneaking little touches. no one notices, completely unaware. they’re just rehearsing some parts of the script is all, nobody puts it together

when they’re recording the scene, grian starts off very embarrassed and shy about it. her face is red, her voice is quiet. too many people are in the room, cameras and lights are everywhere. it’s so awkward. maybe the scene is as simple as they’re in bed, the blankets covering just enough of them. scar is above her, the blanket slipping down his back, green eyes dark and focused on her. just like him, grian’s been made to look as if she’s not wearing anything for the scene, but it doesn’t matter

they know each other so intimately that they can imagine themselves in grian or scar’s apartment in bed, kissing and touching, no barrier there

but scar can tell how nervous she is, he always can, and he leans down. the script calls for neck kisses, and hey that lines up perfectly with what scar wants to do. “focus only on me, birdie,” he tells her, his voice husky and low. it ignites a fire in grian’s stomach and her nerves ease when she drowns out everything that isn’t scar

(the fans lose their minds at how real the scene looks when the movie releases months later, talking about their chemistry, how it’s like they’re not even acting. it’s scar and grian’s cheeky secret that those kisses were real)

they wrap up the scene and they’re both bothered, warm, and scar’s looking at her with one word, “trailer?” and at the earliest opportunity they’re sneaking inside, shutting the door and moving for one another. they’re silly and giggly about it, staying in character and sneaking around only fuels them more, makes everything feels heightened. grian’s using scar’s tie to tug him into a kiss, scar’s murmuring one of his lines that starts the sex scene off right before hoisting her onto the vanity. they’re laughing about it, trying to stay in character as scar trails kisses all over her skin

but the characters melt away, leaving grian and scar in their place, just two people in love. they move from the vanity to the bed in the trailer, tugging their bottoms down and grabbing a condom. they’re in the same position they were in for the scene, and scar takes her apart so lovingly. there isn’t much talking besides scar murmuring how he couldn’t wait, needed her as soon as he saw her lying under him back there, how beautiful she is. it’s soft moans of each others names, whispered and whined with every thrust, lips trailing over skin, leaving marks hidden by their clothes. it’s warm, loving, need, as grian asks for more and scar gives her just that

and when they finish, scar has his head on her shoulder while grian idly runs fingers through his hair, holding him close. they try to lay there together for as long as they can, cuddling and kissing lazily. they talk about the movie, their favorite scenes, their characters. scar asks her how she feels about the sex scene, if she’s comfortable with it

grian looks at him with so much affection as she pulls him in a soft kiss. “I’m alright,” she promises, offering a smile. “honestly I’m kind of excited to see what the fans think. you know how crazy their theories can be.” she’s so lucky to have him <3

and the fans certainly deliver on the theories and their reactions. the two of them are incredibly amused by it

grian doesn’t tell scar she bought the dvd, it’s her own little secret. she brings it out on the lonely nights, looping the scene and either keeping a pillow or toy between her legs. maybe it’s not even just the scene itself that does it for her, but the memory of the trailer too (I think scar does the same thing too)

#noodle reblogs #s.carian #s.car #g.rian

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Soup boy is back! And sigh, thinking about Scar. Thinking about clumsy first times. You’ve written some amazing RPF first time things, but I’ve been stuck brainrotting on the domesticity of trying new kinks.

His first time seriously wanting to try domming, his first time wanting to experiment with your kinks. A few experimental little tugs at your hair, quickly being interupted with sweet checkins. And you laugh at the furrow in his brow - not maliciously, no, sweetly, adoringly, at how concerned he grows. You wrap your hand around his fingers, make them squeeze tighter, pull at them to make him tug harder.

He grows in confidence each time, of course. He figures out what he likes, after too long of not being able to experiment with others. (Such a sucker for older people finding what they like, it’s such an inherently queer experience and augh,,) He finds he likes holding you down around his cock, listening to the sounds of choking and moaning mixing together (though the first few times he tried this, he domdropped so hard you needed to take a break because he was just so worried about you)

Trying more intense scenes, some he’s fond of, some he takes some time getting used to. He’s always fussing immediately after, combing fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp, pulling you up into his lap or beside him, but he’s really learning he likes those dom roles. It’s like acting, really. Playing a character.

There’s just so much learning to be done. So many ways to play around. Limits to learn, of course, things that can and can’t be done. (Both because of mental and physical limitations. He learns what he’s not comfortable acting out, he figures out positions he can’t exactly achieve, and you both have fun trying to be creative with ones he can).

Heavy sigh. Oh goodtimeswithscar. You heal my soul.

-🍜

i looooove clumsy first times!!! and i absolutely adore the soft, domesticity of like. trying out new kinks, figuring out what the other likes- it's just. UGH! so so good. and yes! he would domdrop so hard :( poor guy,, but i love him and the reader just like- taking it slow, taking their time, etc. it's so special to me <3

#noodle reblogs

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Doing this SO shamefully but I NEED to hear your thoughts on cc!scar using his camera and photography skills on someone that's not him...like his gf or smth 🤭 directing them exactly how to position themself, having picked out what he wanted em to wear and like maybe eating them out as a reward after he's satisfied with the collection of pictures he's taken because it's just as much a treat for him as it is them 👀

God I'm so ashamed but I need to see if someone else thinks this is as hot as I do

Yessss... he'd pick out the prettiest outfits that highlight the curves and contours of their body SO beautifully, his hands would shake as he holds up the camera to snap some photos, he'd direct them on how to pose, how to sit, how to look at the camera, what expression to wear...

slowly the layers shed away, bit by bit, until they're left naked before him, on full display. by that point he's achingly hard- so worked up just from taking pictures of them,, and of course they see, and tease him about it.

he moves to set his camera down, but they insist he keeps taking photos, takes pictures of them as they straddle his lap, as they line themselves up and sink down on his cock, pictures of their face as they ride him, as they come on his cock...

he has a whole, private gallery by the end of it, and plenty of material for lonely nights.

#certifiably insane about this #s.car

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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So I am in fact writing mermaid porn and you cannot stop me

Call me a monster fucker but I love when people let the hermits be freaks.

Yeah, give me vex hybrid Convex, but don’t be shy mention the blue skin and weird dicks. Expand on the lore, sprinkle some plot in my porn as an added spice.

Once read a fic that really delved into the biology of an avian, working out the metrics of mfing cloaca sex! That’s the weird shit I’m here for!

Breeding and knots strange refractory periods and pheromones and behaviours and all of that stuff is right there to play around with and it feels criminally underused.

#it’s gonna be #s.carian #becuase I’m insatiable #however g.empearl is on the cards #as a treat #kisses mwah mwah

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Call me a monster fucker but I love when people let the hermits be freaks.

Yeah, give me vex hybrid Convex, but don’t be shy mention the blue skin and weird dicks. Expand on the lore, sprinkle some plot in my porn as an added spice.

Once read a fic that really delved into the biology of an avian, working out the metrics of mfing cloaca sex! That’s the weird shit I’m here for!

Breeding and knots strange refractory periods and pheromones and behaviours and all of that stuff is right there to play around with and it feels criminally underused.

#noodle posts #noodle rambles #c.onvex #g.rian #hybrids

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Scar showing off his muscles on stream, another one for the compilation.

#reblogging isn’t enough I need to SINK MY TEETH INTO HIS BICEPS GOD DAMN

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Scar showing off his muscles on stream, another one for the compilation.

#I have some sinful things to say.#s.car #RPF #???#I am such a homosexual #<- says the thing with no gender

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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Not to be dramatic or anything but I am salivating I am feral I am clawing at the walls

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS CLIP

‘Don’t look at him.’ The way Jimmy’s eyes go between Ren and the ceiling, the way they both jolt, SKIZZ AND GRIAN?????

I’m. Insane. The writing potential, the dynamics, oughhhhh

#noodle posts #rpf #J.immy #R.en #S.kizz #G.rian #chewing on them

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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I’ve only recently become incredibly fond of allay Grian x insert your fav(s) here but oh how it drives me wild.

This mf wants to be hunted for sport and I support it whole heartedly. There has been at least one instance where he’s thrown off a scene with his vex partner because he got too excited and forgot he was supposed to be ‘scared.’

And I cannot blame him I’m afraid when else do you get the opportunity to be bred by your ecological predator, twirling his hair and kicking his feet as he’s being threatened and manhandled.

Please bully me into writing a fic of this because gosh I have been in such a domestic smut mood

#noodle posts #g.rian #h.ybrids #a.llay g.rian

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noodlesndsoup · 2 months ago

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When the Camera cuts Away

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Scarian (RPF!) Words: 3,458

[Read it on AO3]

Preview: Grian wants to screw his eyes shut, to toss his head back in bliss and let himself get lost in the feeling of his best friend's mouth around his cock- the first cock the man’s ever tasted... but how could he possibly tear his gaze away from the rich pools of emerald that stare up at him- a gorgeous set of eyes he’s known for years… years of friendship, of pining,, of longing…

Tags: first time, mutual pining, love confessions, cum swallowing, blowjobs, idiots in love <3 takes place during the charity stream

When the camera cuts away, Scar's attention immediately shifts to the bulge that's been straining against Grian's jeans ever since he joined him behind the desk. He shoots Grian a knowing look, smirking as the blonde blushes.

Grian bites his lip, face dusting pink as he makes up some excuse about "needing to show Scar something" before they're racing out into the hall together.

They find an empty office and slip inside. The second the door shuts Scars hands are on Grian's forearms, tugging him down to connect their lips.

Grian melts into the kiss with a moan as Scar wastes no time tonguing into the shorter man’s mouth, hands finding his crotch and palming him. Grian fumbles with the zipper, unbuttoning his trousers and slipping his boxers down just enough for Scar's lanky fingers to pull him free.

Scar draws back from the kiss with a smirk, licking his lips as he stares at Grian's cock with a hunger that makes the man shiver. Scar leans down to take Grian into his mouth when the strap of his wheelchair stops him abruptly. His expression falters, insecurity creeping through as his eyes shift away, moving to unbuckle the strap.

Grian makes a noise in protest, hand resting over Scar's to give him pause. He scans the room, finding a (thankfully empty) desk to hop up on, and does just that. He spreads his legs as much as he can in his jeans and motions for Scar to come closer.

Scar's gaze goes dark with desire as he cracks a grin, each push on his wheels full of an intent,, a sense of purpose that leaves Grian breathless. He easily slips in place between his legs, breath ghosting over Grian's cock as it twitches.

Grian hands grow sweaty as he grips the desk, nerves alight with anticipation. He's dreamt of this for years... so many late nights jacking off together on call, so many pictures and videos saved to private folders on their computers, so much planning and preparation for this exact moment... he can hardly believe it's actually happening.

Scar’s pupils are wide as his shaky hands trail over Grian’s thighs, he looks up for a nod of approval before he wraps his fingers around the shaft. He tentatively begins to stroke, watching the way the shorter man squirms and bites his lip, whining softly.

Grian's heart beats faster and faster as the sight he's gotten himself off to countless nights is suddenly real. He’s watching his best friend learn how to give a hand job and he couldn’t look away if he wanted to, watching in awe at Scar’s every move.

Scar brings his other hand up to help tighten his grasp and Grian can't hold back the moan that escapes his lips. Scar's hands are huge around him, his cock practically disappears inside his grasp, leaving just the head poking out.

Scar lets his mouth hang open in a silent question and Grian instantly nods, fingers threading through wispy, chestnut strands to guide him. Scar's beautiful, forest-green eyes lock with Grian’s as he moves closer. His cheeks are warm and rosy, lips soft and pink as they wrap around him.

Scar gives a firm lick to the head and Grian jolts- toes curling as he squeaks out a moan. Scar gathers the pre that drips in a steady stream from Grian’s cock and his eyes flutter closed, softly groaning as he savors the taste on his tongue. He lets out a shaky exhale, the air ghosting over Grian’s sensitive flesh and making him shiver.

Scar steadies himself,, and swallows- pulling a pitiful whine from the shorter man. He arches an eyebrow, a teasing glint to his gaze as he smirks around the dick in his mouth before swallowing again, and Grian sobs.

Scar begins exploring with his tongue and Grian feels like he might pass out. He teases the foreskin, drawing it up and down the spongy head as he sucks on the pre that dribbles onto his tongue, moaning out at the sweet, salty taste, drinking every last drop.

Grian wants to screw his eyes shut, to toss his head back in bliss and let himself get lost in the feeling of his best friend's mouth around his cock- the first cock the man’s ever tasted... but how could he possibly tear his gaze away from the rich pools of emerald that stare up at him- a gorgeous set of eyes he’s known for years… years of friendship, of pining,, of longing…

Scar suddenly remembers he has hands and starts to squeeze, jerking the shaft in short, sharp tugs as he pulls Grian closer and closer to the edge he's been teetering on all day.

Grian was so pent-up, so stressed from organizing and managing the event for the past few months. But he knows how much this means to Scar, he's poured his heart into this charity and the fundraiser is so important to him. Whatever anxieties he's felt, whatever fears he's been dealing with, they're all worth it to see the joy in Scar's face as that donation number goes up and up.

And Scar certainly recognizes Grian's efforts, he's incredibly grateful for all his work- but the poor man needs a break, and Scar is more than happy to give him one.

Scar picks up the pace and Grian nearly doubles over, pleasure overwhelming his senses as he cries out. Large, warm hands envelop his shaft as the wet heat of Scar's mouth sucks and licks at his head, consuming him whole.

It’s the way Scar looks that does him in- sparkling eyes overflowing with gratitude, appreciation, and a desperation that silently begs Grian to let go and show Scar what he’s been dreaming of for years…

And he does so, barely able to grunt out a warning before he's cumming with a cry of his best friend’s name.

Scar gasps and lets his mouth hang open, eyes fluttering closed in bliss as Grian watches his cock twitch and spill rope after rope of his cum on Scar’s tongue.

Grian’s breathless, he can't believe how beautiful Scar looks like this... soft eyelashes rest against dusty pink cheeks, wispy strands of chocolate brown hair stick out between Grian’s fingers, all while a pool of clear, white slick collects in his mouth.

When his cock finally relents he slumps back, one hand propping him up on the desk as the other keeps its gentle hold on Scar. The taller man pulls his hands away, giving him a sultry, hooded gaze as he swirls his tongue around in the shiny pond of Grian’s seed, moaning at the taste…

God he’s gorgeous.

Grian tries to tilt Scar’s head up to meet his eyes, but the man doesn’t follow- trying to explain around his open mouth, “I ee, oo ii, ii ou.”

Right- Grian remembers- he needs to spit it out. They’d discussed this, deciding Scar was probably safe to swallow his pre, but his cum would too risky- feeding tubes and medical complications and all that.

Grian tucks himself back in as Scar rolls back from the desk to let him hop off. He looks around for a trashcan- before his eyes settle on Scar, getting an idea. He leans down to Scar’s eye level and cups his face as the brunette flushes. Grian studies his expression carefully before he surges forward, connects their lips, and sucks.

The bitter taste of his own cum fills Grian’s senses, swallowing mouthful after mouthful from Scar, sucking the taller man’s tongue into his mouth and pulling a broken noise from his throat. Scar’s hands feel their way up Grian’s biceps to his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Grian follows, thumbs gently running against the stubble on Scar’s cheeks as he swallows the last dribble of his seed, running his tongue along Scar’s to make sure he’s got it all.

Scar takes the opportunity to dominate the kiss, slipping inside Grian’s mouth and easily drawing a whimper from the blonde man as he gently pushes down on his shoulders. Grian takes the hint and falls to his knees, hands finding Scar’s thighs and running over the fabric covering them.

They pull apart and Scar’s lips are a soft, beautiful shade of red, quirking into a smile as he wipes his mouth off on the back of his sleeve- which should not be as hot as it is.

Scar unties his sweats and looks to Grian. He nods, and Scar is lifting himself off the seat of his wheelchair just enough for Grian to grab the waistband of his pants and boxers and slip them down to his ankles.

Scar shivers at the cool air hitting his legs, but Grian’s hands are soon warming him up, radiating heat as they reverently roam across the pale expanse of his scrawny thighs.

Grian bites his lip, he longs to trail dark marks across his skin, to decorate his best friend with bruises, blooming in the sensitive flesh for weeks to come,, a reminder of this special moment in time they get to share…

But he knows he can't. They can't leave any trace,, this has to be discreet. Grian settles for pressing kisses instead, nosing and licking along the inside of Scar's thighs as he trails closer and closer to the need hanging between his legs.

Above him Scar is trembling, hands gripping the arms of his wheelchair as his breath speeds up to an alarming rate. Grian stops, sitting up to look at Scar directly. There’s an uncertainty, a hesitation in his eyes as meets Grian’s gaze.

“Hey,” he starts softly, “do you still want this?”

Scar nods, “Yeah,, yes…”

Grian’s eyebrows knit in concern, “Are you sure?”

Scar nods, his hand finding Grian’s and holding tight, “s’just…” he swallows, trailing off.

Grian finishes his thought, “it’s a lot, I know,” Grian’s warm smile relaxes the other man.

Scar shrugs, “That,, and uh,” his voice slips to something deeper, glancing between his crotch and Grian, “I’m like, embarrassingly close already.”

Grian snickers, eyes crinkling up in a smile as Scar chuckles, face pink. “Finishing quickly might not be a bad thing with the schedule we’re on,” he remarks.

Scar sighs, “I knooow,” he runs his thumb along the back of Grian’s hand, voice quiet, “I just don’t want it to be over so soon…”

Grian’s heart aches in his chest, he knows the feeling all too well... He brings Scar’s hand to his face and places a kiss to his palm, “This won’t be the only chance, or even the last chance during this trip,” he smirks, “we’ve got a whole day tomorrow to sneak some more ‘good times’ in.”

Scar grins, cocking an eyebrow, “is that a promise?”

Grian mirrors Scar’s gaze as he looks him over, “I’ve waited 7 years to be with you like this, ain’t no way am I gonna miss any opportunity we get.”

Scar smiles, his hand sliding up to tangle in Grian’s hair, who leans into the touch. Grian takes a moment to slide his glasses off, folding them and hanging them off the collar of Scar’s shirt before he’s guided down.

Every part of the man is long and skinny, and his cock was no exception. Grian had seen it plenty of times, had an entire gallery saved to a secret folder on his phone, but it seemed so much bigger in person. He swallowed thickly, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intimidated by the 7 inches hanging between Scar’s legs, but he was never one to back down from a challenge.

He slips just the bright red tip between his lips and teases the head, gathering the pre that’s leaked and swallowing. Scar groans above him, fingers tightening in his hair and pulling him down, Grian follows easily. It's been a long time since he gave head like this (most valuable skill he learned at college) but it was like riding a bike.

Grian let Scar set the pace, shoving him further and further. It might be painful for Grian, but he’d be dammed if he wasn’t gonna give Scar the best blowjob he could. The man deserved it, after all. They haven’t had a chance to get off together in at least a month- far too busy with event preparations. He had no doubt the stress had been building up for Scar as well, and he wanted to give him the most mind-blowing orgasm as possible to help all that tension melt away, wanted to suck all the anxieties and fears right out of him from the tip of his dick ‘til he was relaxed and sated.

At least, sated ‘til the next opportunity they got.

Grian’s about 5 inches deep when he feels a tickle in the back of his throat and nearly gags- but he forces himself to relax, taking a deep breath before sinking down the rest of the way, burying his nose in a bush of chestnut curls.

He can feel tears pricking at his eyes as he prays his voice survives the encounter, but it’s worth it to hear the wrecked noises that spill from Scar’s mouth. The broken whimpers and moans he muffles with his sleeve, the quiet little chants of “y-es, please, Gri-!” as he begins to bob up and down on Scar’s cock.

His fingers tug on Grian’s hair in a wonderful way, little pinpricks of pain that drive him to work harder- to satisfy him further, to please. Grian moans around his cock and Scar shivers, squeaking out, “c-close!”

That’s Grian’s cue. He sinks all the way down again- wincing in pain, but determined- and swallows.

Scar’s orgasm hits him like a truck- ripping a sudden cry of, “Griaaaaaaan!” from his throat.

Hot ropes of cum shoot out against Grian’s uvula and he gags, pulling back and letting his hand replace his mouth. His lips don’t leave Scar’s cock- he wouldn’t dare- he sucks him through, hand massaging the base and squeezing load after load of his seed onto Grian’s eager tongue.

It might be the best thing he’s ever tasted. The perfect mix of salty and sweet- just like the man himself,, he’s instantly addicted to it. Above him, Scar’s breath is stuttering, choked-off gasps turning into long moans as he gets the life drained out of him. Grian swallows it all, moaning as he savors his new favorite taste. He greedily squeezes out as much of Scar as he can before a hand is batting him away, gently shoving his mouth off Scar’s softening cock.

Scar catches his breath, panting as tears trail down his pink cheeks. Grian moves up to cup Scar’s face, holding it tenderly as he presses their foreheads together. Scar’s eyelashes are soft and fluttery as he blinks, meeting Grian’s gaze with the prettiest eyes, full of appreciation, of longing, of need.

Scar glances down to Grian’s lips before pulling him in to reconnect them. This time- tenderly. There’s a softness to the slow glide, the gentle movements as their mouths slot together perfectly,, Grian pours as much adoration and lo- care into the kiss as he can- and Scar does the same.

They wish the world could stay like this forever.

They part, foreheads still pressed together, a quiet moment is shared, but then a tension slowly sets in that neither will acknowledge, both experts at avoidance. This was supposed to be easy, effortless, natural,, just like it’s always been. But there was something about being in person, about being able to touch, to taste,, to be with the other so intimately… it finally felt real,, and suddenly there were three particular words hanging in the air like an anvil on a string.

Grian feels like he can’t breathe. Every instinct tells him to push it down, to ignore it like he always has, to refuse to acknowledge it’s even there…

But deep in his chest lies a tiny glimmer of hope- a flickering candle with a flame that’s only grown brighter the closer he is to Scar’s warmth. The warmth of his smile, his eyes, his hands,, everything about Scar was warm, comforting, familiar… safe.

Grian held onto each glance he was given, the looks that held no underlying tone of lust and desire- just pure adoration,, just for him. He savored each touch, each brush of fingers against his, silently longing to reach out for more contact. He treasured each laugh he got to hear, from small chuckles to the ones that ended with Scar coughing, face red as he wiped tears from his eyes. It filled him with a sense of purpose to know he could make Scar this happy, he’d to anything to see him smile that big, toothy grin,, eyes crinkling at the corners and radiating pure fondness…

He needed every moment to be like this.

He knew the risks, knew how badly this could end, lord knows he’d spent countless nights playing it out in his mind. But right now, with Scar’s hand in his, foreheads resting together,,, Grian can’t go another moment not knowing- not if this is what he’s been missing out on.

“……..hey, Scar?” his voice shakes.

Scar meets his gaze, “,,yeah?”

Grian pulls back to face him, gently squeezing Scar’s hands as takes a breath, blood rushing to his ears. He freezes, managing to stutter out, “I- I.. c-care,, about you…” and the rest gets caught in his throat.

Grian swallows, praying that his eyes can say the rest, that his gaze alone can tell Scar how meaningful this moment is to him, how much he treasures their over half a decade of friendship, how much he cherishes him… how long he’s loved him.

He searches Scar’s expression for any trace of understanding, any sign of recognition,, and he finds it in the way Scar’s lips quirk up into a small smile, a quick little nod and a whisper of, “yeah,” as he returns Grian’s gaze with just as much adoration,, just as much love.

Grian breathes out a sigh, feeling faint as he chuckles in disbelief. He feels the world shift under his feet, feels everything change in an instant… and he never wants it to go back.

Scar grins, laughing along with him and pulling the shorter man in for a hug. They hold each other close, fingers running through hair, hands soothing each other’s backs, constantly touching and feeling each other now that they finally can.

Scar presses a kiss to Grian’s temple, whispering, “I care about you too, so much, Gri,” and hugs him tight.

Grian feels like he’s floating, like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders as he’s grounded by Scar’s embrace. He giggles despite himself, giddy with excitement, and he can hear the grin on Scar’s face as he joins him in his laughing fit.

They stay there, clinging to each other and grinning like idiots in love (which they are) as they hold onto the moment as long as they can.

Eventually they have to part, and when Grian stands, he takes a moment to really take in the sight of Scar, his award-winning smile, his gorgeous eyes, the softness of his hair… He looks him over entirely and snickers, “Scar, put your pants back on.”

The taller man laughs at the reference, slipping them back up with Grian’s help, “What are we, back in the desert?”

“I don’t think we ever left,” Grian smiles fondly.

Scar unfolds Grian’s glasses from his shirt collar, holding them out for him. Grian leans down and lets Scar put them on him with a smile, taking the opportunity to straighten out his hair. Grian returns the favor and gives Scar a kiss to his forehead before stepping back to smooth out his clothes.

Grian glances at his watch, then to the door, “Right,, I reckon I slip out now,” he turns to Scar, “give it about… 10 minutes or so? Then you’re probably good to sneak out without raising any eyebrows.”

Scar nods, pulling Grian down for one last kiss. They part and he grins as Grian turns towards the door, “Get back out there, permit master.” He gives Grian a smack on the ass and the shorter man squawks, shooting Scar a flustered glare.

Scar is unashamed, beaming, “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”

Grian snorts, rolling his eyes, “You’re a menace,” he smiles fondly.

Scar just giggles, waving Grian bye.

Grian’s heart flutters with warmth, and he waves back before slipping out the door. Pausing for a moment to breathe before making his way back down the hallway.

He doesn’t think he could’ve fallen harder for this man.

#have I ever mentioned how much I love rains writing #because. explodes #RPF #noodle reblogs #s.car #s.carian #g.rian

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Thinking about beautiful women (t-fem mumscarian) and how unique their transitions and gender expressions are for each of them

Grian really started to figure out her identity through clothing and realising how comfortable she was in feminine attire. Pre-transition, she still rocked skirts and fishnets and heels because she could. She enjoys playing around with makeup, with extensions, with nails, with the capacity to change how she looks with just a few good makeup brushes. She doesn’t mind toying around with more revealing looks, she adores the attention and knows she’s hot shit. E didn’t do too much to her chest, just small, pretty and perky. And she adores it. Loves her chest to death - touches, tastes, giving tit-jobs, outfits that accentuate them, anything to show off. I think she’d be quite drawn to vagino for herself, just another part of her she’d love to makeover.

Mumbo was shier to begin with. She indulged herself with long skirts worn in private, the occasional clumsy brush of eyeliner that she’d wipe off before going outside. But gradually, after a while on E, she becomes more comfortable exploring her external presentation. She loves her moustache, even if she shaves her other body hair, and gosh if it isn’t cute to have a soft makeup look accompanying it on her face (makeup courtesy of Grian, who insisted on sitting in her lap the entire time she did it). and of course, when she finally figures out her personal style, it’s something softer, cozier. Modest, but there’s suggestions to it. (I just constantly think about that one pastel girl skin from HC10). E does a lot for fat redistribution in her body. Any weight she gains begins to settle more at her hips and her chest, and she finds herself nearly constantly blushing every time she looks in the mirror. Her boobs are soft, squishy, and more than she ever expected. Grian will be finding any excuse to grind her chest against Mumbo’s because again, she’s a tits girl. (And Mumbo always blushes so sweetly, so sensitive every time Grian pinches her nipples and can you blame her for constantly wanting to saddle up to Mumbo? Mumbo is adorable!) She is content without any bottom surgeries, not minding atrophy as a result of E. She blushes to no end, would never admit it out loud, but she does love the look of her thighs squishing together and leaking out of her clit when her girlfriends tease her.

And Scar my beloved, ough I love women gang. The tits are out any chance she gets. She’s been body confident since day one and while she was probably the happiest with her body out of all of them pre-transition, it was the euphoria that came with presenting femininely that set her on her transition journey, as opposed to predominant dysphoria. She loves an excuse to get dressed up, though skirts and dresses aren’t quite her thing. She’s really big on jewellery though, and I think she would love shaping garments like corsets that let her play around with interesting silhouettes. And while I am partially of a mind to say she has had an interest in bottom surgeries along her transition process, my heart says she’s a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous cock and I stand by that, did the work to avoid atrophy and now gets to fuck her gorgeous girlfriends.

Mumbo is only interested in bottoming (though on occasion having one of her girlfriends suck her clit has her seeing stars), very much a soft sub. Brings her a lot of euphoria to let herself feel smaller and give up that control. Pre-op, Grian only bottoms, but I think post-op she deserves to have a pretty pink glittery strap-on to fuck Mumbo with, as a treat. Very much a brat, loves playing into a snarky, mean girl persona on occasion. Scar is a very top leaning vers, but for practical purpose with her girlfriends she only ever tops. Her main goal is always pleasing those two as much as she possibly can, and Grian fucking her with a strap wouldn’t do as much as Scar simply fucking Grian. She just wants to make her girlfriends feel good!

Sigh. I love women. You might hear more of this soon!! I have so many thoughts about their dynamic

#noodle posts #noodle writing #s.car #g.rian #m.umbo #m.umscarian #g.rumbo #s.carian #r.edscape #transfem #headcanons #surgery talk #?

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