🌈 Hello! I'm Rain! I'm an autistic, disabled smut writer who's absolutely insane about GoodTimesWithScar 💗
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The main focus of my works is RPF of Scar. I aim to write smut that accurately depicts Scar's disabilities without romanticizing or fetishizing them. I want to capture the reality of what it's like to have sex while disabled, and show people that it can be just as- if not more- hot as able-bodied sex.
...I'm also just extremely horny for Scar and think every part of him is sexy as hell- so I try to write his disabilities as realistically as I can to add to the immersion in my fics, lol.
💌Asks are always open! Send me your prompts, ideas, and confessions!
I wanna get better at writing a wider variety of disabilities in smut, so if you have any requests or feel comfortable describing personal experiences for research/accuracy purposes, feel free to send them in!
💗Things I LOVE to write:💗
ScaRPF
Scar x reader (both c and cc)
disabled sex
piss, omorashi, watersports
semi-public, exhibitionism
breeding
animal hybrids, monster fucking
heat/rut cycles, omegaverse,
scent/sweat kink
somnophillia, plushophillia
first time, virginity loss
complex emotional fucking
filthy smut that may or may not turn into the most tender love confessions
❌Things I won't write:❌
rape/non-con (will write dub-con depending on context)
extreme power imbalances, extreme bdsm dynamics
vore, gigantism, inflation, feederism, stuffing, etc.
gore or anything with blood, scat, or vomit
🧙♂️Characters I write:
I'm most comfortable writing for Scar, Mumbo, Cub, Grian, Jimmy, and Joel.
I'm not comfy writing for Tango, Impulse, or Skizz (they're too much like my dad) and I'm sometimes comfy writing for Gem, Pearl, and Cleo (I feel like they would Know).
I also won't write Grigem/taylie. Nothing wrong with it, just personal preference.
🔎Tag Guide:
Characters/people: I put period after the first letter of their name
(ex. s.car, g.rian)
RPF: I put "cc!" before the standard tag for people's names
(ex. cc!s.car, cc!g.rian)
Ship names: I put a period between each name
(ex. gr.umbo, mum.scar.ian)
#🌈rain writes -fics
#🌈rain rambles -small drabbles/informal writing
#🌈rain speaks -just me talking
#🌈favs- my favorite posts
The makers of Kinktober 2025 are back again with a brand new list! The graphics are once again created by latte-cucumber. Check out our AO3 collection, or keep reading for more information.
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Kinktober is a kinky October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.
If you have any questions, check our FAQs. Unfortunately, due to personal commitments, we won't be opening our askbox for questions this year. We've made it as rules-light as possible, though, so if your question is "Can I do this?", the answer is almost certainly yes!
There did end up being a lot more kink submissions sent in. While there were few enough dialogue prompts that voting isn’t needed, there were too many for the other categories to include.
With the amount submitted, things will be narrowed down to two kink prompts and one situation prompt per day. Most other prompts got sorted into the situations category.
There were few enough dialogue prompt submissions to add all, there were too many for the overall categories to include. The aim will be two
sorry for how inactive i've been writing-wise. depression has just been hitting me Really hard these past couple months. i'm hoping to finish a fic in time for scar's bday though.
The makers of Kinktober 2025 are back again with a brand new list! The graphics are once again created by latte-cucumber. Check out our AO3 collection, or keep reading for more information.
More information
Kinktober is a kinky October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.
If you have any questions, check our FAQs. Unfortunately, due to personal commitments, we won't be opening our askbox for questions this year. We've made it as rules-light as possible, though, so if your question is "Can I do this?", the answer is almost certainly yes!
Thinking. Specifically thinking about Scar eating someone out. He does such a good job that they squirt in his face taking them both by surprise.
It turns him on more than he thought it would, the liquid dripping down his chin. He just stares at his partner spellbound.
The next time they have sex, Scar tries so damn hard to make them squirt again. But it doesn't happen. They assure him that it's fine! It never happened before, and it doesn't matter to them if it never happens again. He always makes them feel incredible, and that's more than enough.
Scar feels incredibly selfish, as it's just as much for him as it is for them. Possibly more so. So he ends up doing some research to see how squirting works, why it happens, how he can make them feel that good again.
Then he reads people arguing about it - is it or isn't it considered piss? It has urea in it so of course it is, some purport.
Scar just sits there staring at the screen. He expects himself to be put off by this. He isn't. He feels arousal build just imagining the squirt being something else.
Rain reminded me that I actually wrote a small continuation to this! However, there's some additional warnings here:
cw: dubcon, implied degradation kink
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There's the initial denial and shame of course - he can't possibly be turned on by this. It's unsanitary. As someone who is incredibly meticulous about cleanliness and hygiene, it's impossible.
He tries to push those thoughts back in his mind, but it doesn't work. Anytime he's under his partner, lapping at them, he can't stop thinking about it. About how good it would feel if they just let go.
Then one time, as Scar licks and kisses their clit, his partner warns him that they're going to have to stop in a few minutes. They need to go to the bathroom, but he feels so good they just want to stay a bit longer.
This does something terrible to Scar, shivering at the promise of something he'd been denying himself just within reach. Awash with desire, Scar sucks and licks with such fervor that they get dangerously close to coming.
Aside from teetering on the brink, his partner can feel something else. They warn Scar as they try and get up, but his fingers are digging into their thighs, pulling them in as hard as he possibly can. One good suck on their clit, and their muscles start clenching hard as they topple ever the edge. But something else is flowing other than slick - horror and humiliation start to set in, but they can't seem to move as their thighs continue to quake.
Scar feels it. Feels as the warm stream stops and starts as they try to stem the flow, but it's no use. It's pouring down his chin, his neck, pooling just above his collarbone. A deep moan rumbles from his chest as his eyes close in bliss. It feels even better than he thought it would.
The feeling of being under his partner using him in such a degrading way is more than he can bear. He hasn't even been touched yet and he can feel himself fall to pieces, shivering and shuddering, cum hitting his stomach as he finally gets what he wants. He continues to lick at them delicately and lovingly, encouraging more twitches and pulses until he coaxes every last drop from them.
does scar constantly playing with his tits means he has sensitive nipples or he just wants someone to touch him and he's making mating rituals on stream? I think it's both
god i hope so
i wanna make a compilation of all the times he's touched his tits/rubbed his nips on stream
playing along is literally hot. I love you suggestive comments and pretense and plausible deniability. covert and unspoken power exchange, the kind of moments and poses and games that are mutually dubious in what they could mean. what we say they mean and what we hope they actually mean. the guilt of suspecting this is deliberate teasing rather than innocent play. girl I'm bored let's blur the lines between nothing and something. if you ever name what's happening here you'll shatter the tension and you'll never scrape it back. is certainty worth that much to you?
Actually wanted to finish that ScarCleo fic, but I got stuck, so I finished this one instead? Anyone else have like, seven unfinished fics they just juggle like a clown? No? Just me? 🫠
cc!ScarxAFAB!Reader - Explicit - 2.3k
Jealous and insecure Scar anyone? Also I think he'd be a guy fixated on wanting to be wanted. Just sayin'. May or may not post to ao3 later
I Only Have Eyes For You
Pulling the taxi door shut, you lean back against the passenger seat and close your eyes with a pleased sigh. From your right, you can feel long fingers intertwine with yours before giving a gentle squeeze. For the past four days, you, Scar, as well as a few other hermits had been on vacation. Something the group had been considering for a while but had never quite got around to. No event, no convention, just some fun, relaxation and wandering around like tourists. You had been together with Scar for some time at this point, and, naturally, you went together as a couple. But now it was time to head to a hotel for a night before taking a plane the next day. Some time for just the two of you.
The taxi ride there was terribly quiet. Uncharacteristic for the usually chatty Scar, but you supposed he must be tired, so you both sat hand in hand listening to the driver whistle tunelessly along to the radio. The silence persisted through check in and loomed oppressively as you passed through the hotel room door. Placing your suitcases to the side of the dresser, you look at Scar who is gazing at you intently, a hand worrying at the foam of his wheelchairs arm rest.
"Is... Is something wrong?", you venture.
Scar's eyebrows fly up, his expression changing to adopt a more easygoing smile. "What? No, no. Everything's fine! Everything's fine."
It was very obvious things were not fine. It was impossible to divine what that look was trying to convey, but you weren't going to push if he wasn't ready to discuss it. Tonight was time for just the both of you, and you were going to enjoy it. Suggesting watching a few episodes of Star Trek seemed to brighten his mood as you both got ready to snuggle up in bed.
By the time you'd finished brushing your teeth in the bathroom, Scar was already in bed setting up the iPad. Upon seeing you, he pats the blanket beside him. "Are you ready to go explore strange new worlds?" He announces in his best Picard impersonation before ending with a wink.
You couldn't help but laugh. He was so terribly silly. Settling down beside him, you cuddle in close, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and giving a squeeze. Barely ten minutes into the episode, and you could feel his nose graze the side of your cheek before kissing your jaw tenderly. You weren't going to complain, but usually if Star Trek was on, that was the thing that he was focused on to the exclusion of everything else. He was behaving so strangely today, and finally, curiosity got the better of you.
"Not paying attention to 'Darmok'? Are you even a TNG fan? What's up with you today?" You turn to him and his face is wearing the same searching look as before. Evidently, Star Trek wasn't enough to shift the odd mood as Scar pointedly places the iPad on the side table.
"Do..." Scar pauses, seemingly considering his words, "Do you know how beautiful you are?"
Blinking in surprise, you could feel heat rise up your neck. Not really what you had expected. Scar had complimented you before of course, but not really posed as a question. Apparently, your look of surprise was enough of an answer as he continued on "You're incredibly beautiful. Everyone can see that."
You open your mouth to answer, but Scar cuts across, a dam seeming to burst, "I see the way others look at you. That guide at the museum couldn't take his eyes off you." He shifts slightly to face you fully, his arm that was so casually draped across your shoulders now drawing you closer towards him, faces just a breath apart. "And it wasn't just him either." Scar was very obviously agitated by this, and had been all day, though you couldn't understand why. You only ever had eyes for him. What's more, you highly doubt these people were doing anything other than looking curiously at the, very obvious, gawking tourists. He had less than nothing to worry about. Gently, you cup his face in your hands, thumbs grazing over the stubble on his jaw - a movement that usually had him melting into your hands. Not so tonight, however. Vibrant green eyes were boring into yours full of intent.
In one swift movement his mouth is on yours, kissing you feverishly. It's warm, it's sloppy and full of desperation as he presses you down into the bed, his body pressed flush against yours. Hands wander over your waist, your stomach, your chest, grabbing and kneading and caressing. Moaning appreciatively, your own hands wander down to his boxers before you feel your wrist being grasped firmly.
"Not yet." Scars voice is soft against your ear. Tender kisses are lavished upon your neck as you feel his hand run down your side and trail across the band of your underwear. Muscles in your stomach tense in anticipation from the light touch.
Those touches dance over the fabric as his hand trails down lower, grazing over where you're most sensitive before starting to move in small circles. Canting your hips slightly, you try and lean into the sensation, attempting to make his touch firmer. Scar stops kissing your neck to look you in the eye as his hand pulls back to the same teasing pressure as before. Frustratingly, he simply smiles, before resuming kisses across your collarbone.
The kisses slow as he moves down your chest then further to your stomach, occasionally softly licking at your skin. By this point, you're more than eager, shifting to remove your underwear for him, but his hands stop you before moving to part your legs for him. Clearly he has something in mind, so you relent, choosing to instead run your fingers through his hair. Scar sighs in contentment at the touch as he resumes small feather light kisses to your clit, but in his eagerness, these kisses change to small licks and gentle sucking through the thin fabric. It's almost tempting to push your luck again by grinding into him but, by the firmness of his grip on your thighs, he wants you to stay put. Instead you're resigned to blissful torture.
Scar leans back momentarily, and gazes down at the damp patch left by his mouth, before looking into your eyes with a very satisfied expression. He tugs downward at the bands of elastic and you sigh in relief as you raise your hips slightly for him. As he removes your underwear you half expected him to immediately return to you, always eager to eat you out, but instead he displays the garment to you.
"Did you like that, sweetheart?"
The gusset is soaked entirely through. No wonder he looked so pleased with himself. You can feel yourself flush as you nod in embarrassment, at a complete loss for words.
"Would you like some more?"
"Please..."
Tossing the ruined fabric aside, he resumes his position between your legs. You can feel your cunt pulse weakly in anticipation, a movement that doesn't go unnoticed by Scar. His fingers gently circle your entrance, and you can hear the almost imperceptibly quiet wet noises as he trails through the slick there. You need more, you want more. Scar can see it, he can feel it, but still with the torturous teasing. A fingertip breaches your entrance and you let out a whimper. The second joins soon after, but he never goes any deeper. Something is fraying within you.
"God, just- more. Please."
At the order, Scar lowers his head and begins lapping at your clit, all the while using his fingers to circle gently just inside of you, the sensations sending jolts of pleasure through you. It was maddening, not having those long fingers any deeper, but you couldn't deny that his tongue was getting you there. The rhythmic lapping and circling of his tongue was starting to draw humiliatingly loud whimpers from you. As you look down at him, the sides of his eyes are creased into a smile you cant see. Just as you can feel yourself draw closer and closer to the brink, his touch was becoming lighter, his tongue slowing. "Please, please don't stop! I need you, please..."
Scar rests his cheek against your thigh, his smile visible now, chin sheening with your slick. He takes his hand away completely, your hips involuntarily jerking weakly at the loss. "Show me. Show me how much you want me."
You blink in surprise at the words. "But, I always -" Scar moves up towards you, and a finger presses upon your lips, silencing any protest. Faintly, you can taste yourself on his fingers.
"Show me."
You needed him. Badly. And from the looks of it, he was now letting you do whatever you want. Something you were all too eager to do. Drawing him close, you kiss him desperately, tongue sweeping over his. Scar practically purrs at this, the sound rumbling in his chest. You roll him over gently and finally you have him under you. Something he looks all too pleased about.
There's really no point in trying to hide your desperation as you shuffle back, impatiently pulling down his boxers just enough so you can get to him. He's hard and slightly slick from precum, and you can feel the need rush through your veins.
Carefully positioning yourself above him, you slowly sink down onto his cock. After all the teasing, it feels heavenly having him fill you. Part of you almost wants to get revenge. Reduce him to total incoherence. Make him a whimpering mess. But when he's fully sheathed inside, that idea is quickly dispelled. All thoughts seem to trickle away, replaced with simply marvelling at how good he feels. You rock gently at first, just to appreciate how fully he fills you, before starting to pick up the pace. Calloused hands roam up your thighs, to your hips and stroke your skin reverently.
"That's just what you need isn't it?", his voice has a noticable shake in it as you move against him.
You attempt a response, but only a deep groan leaves you as you keep rolling your hips. It is precisely what you need. From the look on Scars face, it's what he needed too. His eyes are raking over you, breaths coming out in short shuddering bursts as you ride him. Just the sight of his face tinged pink and suffused with pleasure is bringing you closer. He looks too good like this - all disheveled and lovely. You lean forward to kiss him, but you feel a warm hand on your chest pushing you back gently.
"No, sweetheart. Let me see you. I want to see that beautiful face as you come on my cock." His voice is strained and you can feel him twitch inside as you continue to thrust against him. You're so, so close - you just need a bit more. Usually, Scar would be rubbing and caressing you until you got there, but he was making you work for it today. Grabbing his hand you bring it down to your aching clit and place your hand over his, puppeteering him, moving his fingers against you frantically. A satisfied smile blooms on Scars face whilst drinking the sight in. "Can't finish without me can you?"
Your face is burning. It's not hard to imagine exactly how desperate you must look like this, but you've been teetering on the edge too many times this evening. "No. Please..."
Scar is clearly not too far behind, his breathing harsh and fast, but his face is beatific as he looks at you, "Please what? What do you need?"
"Please, I need you. Please, please, I need you to make me come."
Scar sighs in satisfaction. Gently, he removes your hand from his and you squirm at the loss of sensation, but this time he's moving his hand against you, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles. A needy whimper is pulled from you as you rock your hips. Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the feeling - delicate but firm fingers beckoning you ever closer to the edge.
"Oh god, I'm-"
You feel Scars other hand urgently grab your arm and your eyes fly open. His eyes are pools of black and his mouth is open mid moan.
"Look at me. L-look at me when you come."
A few deft strokes later from his fingers and your thighs are shivering as your cunt pulses hard around his cock. Scars eyes slowly become lidded as he stares at you, his own shuddering moans joining your own. He's close, and you need him to be here with you. Your legs are still quaking, but you manage to continue moving against him, earning a broken whine from him.
"Come inside me... come for me..."
His hands are immediately at your hips, holding you tightly against him as he comes with a shudder, groaning deeply. You can feel him throb inside as a warmth fills you and a pleasant shiver runs up your spine at the sensation. Scar's fingers dig into your hips, guiding you lazily as he rides out his orgasm. His face is a haze of bliss, his gaze firmly locked on you.
As moans and gasps fade into sighs and smiles, Scar's arms reach forward, pulling you into an embrace. Your head safely tucked under his chin and his arms encircle you tightly as you lay together on the bed.
A little something for the "Thinking About Scar Masturbating" foundation. This line about 'shameful porn' infected my brain. (Just read the entire thing it's amazing)
This is left intentionally vague, so you can imagine Scar is looking at whatever you want. Personally, I imagine it to be a sort of continuation of the piss thing I wrote, as it has similar negative self-talk. Or you could even imagine something incredibly vanilla for a laugh. But first and foremost, he thinks of himself as a reprehensible pervert no matter what it is. Because I like pervy!Scar c:
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It was simple curiosity that brought him here. Usually, when Scar was feeling like he needed to 'deal with things', he had a few favorite videos he bookmarked on a browser he only used for porn. But occasionally he would drift down to the recommended section. Most of it he wasn't interested in, but sometimes he would look anyway. Simple curiosity. Most times, he simply returns to his favorites, gets off, and gets on with his life.
Not this time. As he looks at the video on the screen, he can feel arousal sweep through him quickly and decisively. Even as he turns his head away in shame, he can feel as he grows hard just thinking about it. If anything, the shame just makes the excitement more acute. He pulls his boxers down and looks at himself. The undeniable proof that he wants this. That he likes this.
There's no one here in the dark bar him, but he can feel eyes on him, judging. The light of his monitor a spotlight glaring at him. Disgusting. Depraved. He can almost hear them say. His cock throbs at the words, pre beading on his tip. Bringing a hand down, he sweeps over the tip, collecting proof of his perversion on his finger tips.
He's sensitive, far too sensitive for how little has happened, how little he's seen. Nerves are alight and straining for even the slightest bit of stimulation. He won't last long like this. Experimentally, he brings his moistened fingers to his tip once more and touches lightly. He could cry from how good it feels.
Looking back up at the monitor, he gazes in accusation at the filth on screen. Look what it's done to him. He never liked the phrase, but 'curiosity killed the cat' comes to mind here. Watching it killed something decent within him. He knows he'll be coming back to this regularly now. Nothing else will compare.
He continues to touch, soft and light as possible, rubbing his tip with precum in small circles wondering how little it would take for him to come. There's the temptation to just stroke as he always does, but he knows he doesn't need it. Not like this. It's never been like this.
His fingers travel down just beneath the head and he sucks in a sharp breath. His cock bobs hard at the sensation, shaking the drooling precum free onto trousers. Good. If he's going to come to something disgusting, this is what he deserves. He deserves to be a disgusting mess. He is one.
In small movements, he strokes the same small area and he can feel something quake at the core of him. Heavy breaths descend into ragged groans before he finally cries out, the delicate touches finally undoing him as cum sullies his trousers, thick long ropes soaking into the fabric.
Pleasure possesses him, shivers progressing to full body tremors as his orgasm seeps into every part of him. When the tide recedes, shame is the only thing left ashore. He can't even bring himself to look at the browser as he jabs the power button, force shutting down the computer.
