making scar hold his bladder while you watch his favorite star wars movie with him. he's not allowed to go until the credits are all the way finished.
Scar has mentioned before how he watches movies on his ipad cause going to the living room, transferring to the sofa, and sitting there the entire time is just a whole process. And I quote: "God forbid I have to go to the bathroom!"
So what if he... doesn't get to :3
You decide to have a marathon one day, and you wanna cuddle on the sofa, so he hooks himself up to his feeding tubes and settles in with his arm around you.
By the end of New Hope he's complaining about needing to pee, but you pull out the puppy dog pout and he rolls his eyes with a fond smile. He could never say no to you, and that would soon be his downfall.
After Empire Strikes Back, he can Feel how full his bladder is, and it's a conscious effort to hold back every time you shift next to him. He's about to voice his growing need, but you snuggle in closer, telling him how excited you are to keep watching- and how could he leave now?
About halfway through Return of the Jedi, you've slipped lower to rest your head in his lap. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, but doesn't protest, biting his lip when you nuzzle your head back against his tummy- an action you repeat far too many times for his comfort.
You're awake the whole time, of course, but you let Scar think you're asleep, innocently snuggling into him as you use his little muffin top as your pillow.
He whimpers with each leak that trickles out, desperately trying to use what little muscle strength he has to hold back from wetting himself.
You can hear his breath getting shakier with every small burst of warmth you feel against your cheek, and it only makes you settle in more firmly- rubbing your head back against his bladder torturously just to hear him whine.
He starts growing truly desperate, whispering your name and gently trying to shake you awake before it's too late- but you roll back, resting the full weight of your head against his crotch.
Scar gasps as his body gives in, warm piss spreads beneath your head as you feign sleep in his lap, nuzzling back into the feeling with a content sigh.
He's whispering a quiet chant of "nonononono" as his hips involuntarily buck into the feeling of finally, finally getting relief. He moans softly as the stream spills out faster, soaking through his sweats down into the cushion he sits on.
When he's finally finished, you blink your eyes "awake," looking up with a mumbled, "Scar? Wha's goin on?"
And tears well up in his eyes as he sobs into his hands.
