#s.car x reader

[scar-rain-on-me]

Good Ol' Stress Relief

Rating: E Pairing: Scar/reader (AFAB) Words: 1,377 [Read it on AO3]

Notes: I've had this in my drafts for over 6 months but I finally got around to finishing it. Enjoy!

Tags: penis in vagina sex, rough sex, objectification, scar is kind of a fuck boy, implied polyhermits

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You were just coming to say hi, to check in with Scar to make sure he was taking enough breaks and not getting too dehydrated while working on the zoo, but the sight you come across when you land leaves your mouth dry.

He's gorgeous, spotlighted by the midday sun that makes the sweat on his body glisten. His shirt is unbuttoned down to his waist, exposing his glorious pecs for all to see. His head is tipped back as he downs a water bottle, not caring for the way it drips down his chin and cascades across the ridges of his abs.

His Adam's apple bobs with each gulp, and you lick your lips as you watch him wipe the sweat off his brow on the back of his arm, groaning as he rocks his hips up into the friction of nothing.

That's when you notice the large bulge straining against those sinfully tight shorts...

You've seen it before, of course. Nearly half the server has taken his cock at one point or another. The man's sex drive is rampant, and he has this magnetic energy about him that effortlessly seduces anyone he comes across.

No one is immune to Good Times, not even you, and you feel a spark of arousal as Scar begins to unbuckle his belt. He palms himself with a low moan, and when a whisper of his name leaves your lips, his gaze snaps towards you.

You're not wearing anything remotely revealing, just a loose-fitting t-shirt and some old jeans. But you might as well be naked with the way he eyes you up- undressing you in his mind and licking his lips.

There's only one thing that look can mean-

He wants sex.

And by god is he gonna get it.

He nods towards the train car, lifting an eyebrow in a silent question, but you've already taken off towards it before he can speak.

You land on the bed, frantically kicking off your shoes and tugging your jeans down. You grab a bottle of lube from a nearby barrel, knowing damn well that when Scar needs it this bad? He has no patience for any sort of prep.

Scar throws off his wings and pulls his cock free the second he lands. You rush to close the distance, giving him a couple strokes to slick him up so the glide will be nice and smooth.

He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for a heated kiss. You melt against him as he backs you up against a chest, hiking your leg up and pressing forward til you're laid out on the surface for him.

Scar tugs the crotch of your panties to the side, and you know by now to spread your legs further so he can-

You nearly shout when he bullies his way inside, already halfway in with one quick thrust. A low, guttural moan is ripped from his chest as he bucks his hips erratically, sinking further and further in to your tight heat.

His head falls to your shoulder when he bottoms out, and you don't think you'll ever get used to the sensation of being split apart on a cock thicker than your own wrist.

Scar doesn't give you time to adjust- He's impatient, and wants to get to the fun part already. He pulls out to his tip, and you whine at the loss- crying out when he immediately slams back in.

A satisfied groan rumbles from his chest as he pauses on a deep thrust, "Oooooh yeah,," he rolls his hips into yours, "Fuck- that's a good cunt."

A whimper of, "Please-" falls from your lips and he grins, gripping your waist with large, calloused fingers before setting a sharp, staccato pace. His eyes screw shut, and he grits out curses between breaths as he slams into you.

Sharp pangs of need pulse through your core as he uses your hole for his own pleasure, but you don't care if you feel good or not, you're just happy to get a chance like this,, to have his sweaty, muscular, ruggedly handsome form hovering over you, face contorting in pleasure as he chases his orgasm with your body.

He presses your waist down against the chest to hold you firm as he gets rougher- pounding hard enough to bruise as he aims for your g-spot over and over and over again- just to feel you clench around him.

Your vision is nearly black from how far your eyes have rolled back in your head, and your brain melts from the sheer bliss of this absolute sex god fucking you like his life depends on it.

He looks at you, and you could cum from the dark gaze in his hooded eyes. He tugs your shirt up, and you arch your back to unhook your bra and expose yourself for him.

Scar grins as your breasts fall free, pausing this thrusts to dig his fingers into your ass. You know what comes next, and you brace yourself as Scar grips you tighter and pulls you up and down his cock, jostling your head and using your body as a fleshlight.

And to him? That's all you are.

You know this means nothing to him. You're just here for his pleasure- a convenient hole for him to shove his cock inside. But by god, you're gonna be a good hole for him. You'll do anything to keep him coming back to you,, dragging you away whenever he has an whim, calling you to come over at ridiculous hours of the night, bending you over the second he sees you cause he just can't stop thinking about your incredible cunt...

You're determined to be Scar's favorite hole.

So you moan louder, meeting his thrusts and clenching hard as he bites his lip, damn-near growling as he watches the way your breasts shake and bounce with each movement.

His breaths get heavier, and sweat beads on his forehead as he picks up the pace, grunting out, "Fuck.. m'close, baby doll."

You tremble when he practically glares down at you, and all he has to do is grit out the word, "Cum," and your body obeys.

Your vision whites out as your orgasm hits you like a train- walls pulsing and fluttering around his cock as he speeds up impossibly faster.

Curses spill from his lips, and he's a constant stream of the sexiest noises you've ever heard, chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" as he pulls you hips flush against him, shouting when he shoots rope after rope of white-hot pleasure deep inside your cunt.

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His body is warm against yours in the afterglow, and you savor Scar's hot breath against your neck and the beat of his heart against your chest. His hips twitch, shallowly bucking into you until he feels his cum leaking out of your hole, letting out a satisfied groan.

He pulls out once he's soft with a pleasant hum, "Holy shit.." he chuckles, "You're always such a great fuck."

You whimper at his words as he lightly smacks the side of your ass.

"Just what I needed!" he stands, stretching his back and grinning, "Some good ooool' stress relief!"

You rise on shaky arms, shirt falls down to drape over one boob as the world slowly comes back into focus. Your hips are aching, bruises already blossoming as the pain begins to set in. Your cunt pulses in the aftershocks, still sensitive and needy as you whine softly.

Scar lets out a satisfied sigh, tucking himself back in his boxers- not bothering to zip up his shorts. He gazes out the train car window at the slowly setting sun. "Welp! I gotta take a shower," his gaze trails down to your cunt, wet and leaking as his cum drizzles out of your spent, loose hole. He giggles, "Seems like you probably should too!"

You weakly chuckle, your mind slow as you come down from your high. You blink and suddenly Scar has his wings on, rockets in hand as he prepares for takeoff.

He smiles, giving a two finger salute, "See you next time!" before flying off.

You smile hazily as the words linger in your mind, "next time."

[kaot1kal]

Ahem.. reader (or hermit of your choosing) asking Scar prompt 38 :)

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Will do another one of these with Grian!! But I do want to get better at writing other things lol

> afab reader, gender neutral pronouns!

It's dim, the couch barely soft enough to be comfortable below you, as Scar crowds your space with his- caging you in with strong arms and gentle hands. He's slow and deliberate with each kiss and whisper, and God, it's intense.

You've done this before. The kissing, the heated touches and sensual caresses. It's familiar to you, in the same way tracing the pale raised lines on the back of Scar's palm is. Still, your breath hitches as he smooths his hands over parts of your body that nobody has touched before. His touch is soft, reverent, worshipping.

Your first instinct is to shy away from it- whine, push his hands away. He pulls you closer, asks in a hush tone, "please, pretty. Please, let me make you feel good?"

And God, how could you ever say no to that? To him? You nod jerkily, one of your canines catching on your bottom lip. Scar speaks up- still soft, but more coaxing now. "Words, sweetheart."

...You'd love to. Really, you would. Though, despite the familiarity of Scar and his touch, his lips, his voice- this is all so new. You've never done this before. "Scar, I've- um," you take a moment, darting your tongue out over your bottom lip as nerves dry your mouth out. "I've never done this before."

One of his hands that are on you, somewhere between your inner thigh and your knee, squeezes for barely a second. You raise your knee a bit, almost instinctively covering yourself up. He squeezed again, more intentionally this time. "Never? Really? You're this perfect, and you've never done this?" He's not meaning to make fun of you in any way.

He's not making fun of you, or teasing you, or- or whittling you down to the amount of times you've had sex. And he's not meaning to put so much emphasize your body, but...

"Sweetheart, you're perfect. I think about you, beneath me like this, a lot. Y'know that?" He leans in close when he speaks, lips brushing against your neck, the feeling of his warm breath eliciting a shudder from you.

It emboldens you, the praise, the feeling of it all, and so you gently raise a hand to cup his face.

Smoothing your thumb up and down his cheek, you whisper to him- "will you be my first?"

His breath hitches, and you watch him bite his lip for a few seconds. It's a pretty reaction out of him, one he usually gets out of you instead. His response is quiet and breathy, but to you it's loud and clear, "I'd do anything for you."

Minutes fly by and quickly, somehow with both your eagerness, clothes fall onto the floor and the back of the couch you still lay on. Scar's fingers work you open from the inside, kissing and touching up and down your body all the while. Again, he's painfully soft and deliberate, worshipping. Your hand is buried in his soft brown hair, twisted gently to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.

He says something about needing to open you up more, get you wet and dripping (as if you aren't already) and ready for his cock. The permission you give him is immersed in high whines and moans, turning higher and louder when he brings his mouth to your lovely cunt, fingers still buried inside of you. Going from kitten licks at your clit to smooth swipes of his tongue in and over your hole, you've gotten so close, you're almost there. "Please, Scar- please, please, 'm so close, so good, so close...!"

You come on his tongue, clenching and fluttering around his fingers as your hand tightens in his hair, drawing out low groans from your partner that only pleasure you more, creating a feedback loop for a few moments.

You still need more, when you come down from your high. He's right there, out of his clothes, and you're so close to getting his thick cock buried deep inside you. You need it.

"Scar, please, I- I need you-" he cuts you off, just momentarily, to steal a kiss. You continue after pulling away, undeterred. "Need y'r cock, please..."

And of course, like he said, he would do anything for you. You're wet and open for him now, stretched on four of his fingers and his tongue. He grasps his cock in his right hand, dragging his wet fingers over it up and down for not even five seconds, already achingly hard.

Still, when he lines up his cockhead to your cunt, he meets resistance when he first pushes in. You push your hips onto him, and the head pops in with a stretch. "Fuck, you're tight..." The swear catches you off guard, only serving to get you wetter as you take in the fact that it's you, taking him apart like this.

He pushes in inch by excruciatingly slow inch, wanting nothing less than to make this perfect for you, not hurt you whatsoever. Of course, it still burns, the stretch. He's big, of course it burns.

When he thrusts in that little bit more at the end, finally pushing in to the hilt, your breath leaves you in one high gasp as the tip of his dick pushes against your cervix. He's so deep, and you'll be feeling it for days, you know that. Still, you want more.

...will finish this on ao3!

[scar-rain-on-me]

Don't you think Scar is really good at fingering? He always has his nails trimmed, has long and thin fingers...

(I'm making this a direct follow-up to this post)

They're snuggling in bed that evening, sharing kisses, whispering sweet words... but slowly their kisses last longer, grow more heated, and Scar's partner starts guiding him through the motions of making out. He's new to all this,, he wants to learn- and they're more than happy to teach.

They show him just how they like it, find a rhythm for moving their lips together, encourage him to use his tongue, and suck it a little deeper just to hear those damn noises he makes.

They rest a hand on his thigh absentmindedly, and he lets out a broken whimper that draws their attention to the tent he's pitching in his sweats.

Scar gets a little self-conscious at how sensitive he is, but he'd never even been kissed before today... can you blame him? They assure him it's nothing to be embarrassed about, and they honestly feel flattered knowing they can work him up so easily.

They lean close to his ear and whisper a question of consent. His breath hitches, and they pull back to see the lovely way his pupils have dilated at the idea.

He almost can't believe they want him like that,, but he pushes down the self-loathing thoughts, and nods. His mind floods with all the things he wants to do with them- before the reminder of his limitations hits him like a truck.

His chest falls, and he braces himself for the rejection he'd been fearing all this time, but before he even gets a chance to speak- they're taking his hand in theirs, and confessing that ever since they saw how long his fingers are, they'd fantasized about what they'd feel like inside them.

...Oh.

Oh that's something he can certainly do.

He nods, "Y-yeah, I caAn," he swallows his voice crack, "I can do that..." he breathes.

They bite their lip and shuffle onto their knees, and he swears his heart skips a beat when they slowly roll down their bottoms to reveal the pretty, lacy underwear they're wearing.

They toss off their shirt to show him the matching bra, and it frames their chest so beautifully that it takes all of Scar's willpower to not reach out and grab their breasts immediately.

They tell him they wore it "just for him" and he thinks he must be in heaven as they tug their panties to the side and spread their lips to show him how wet they already are.

His heart is beating out of his chest as they bring his hand to their mouth, slipping one of his fingers between their lips and swirling their tongue around the digit. It has Scar's cock jumping where it's trapped in his boxers, and he goes breathless as they add a second, then a third.

When they finally pull away, there's a string of saliva connecting their lips to his fingertips, and Scar shivers as they slowly bring his hand down to press against their entrance.

Scar admits he has no idea what he's doing, but they assure him they're more than happy to show him. They guide his index finger to slowly sink inside, and they instantly clench around him, rocking their hips into the feeling with a soft moan. They pump his finger in and out to show him what pace they like, before stilling their hips to let him try on his own.

Scar's timid at first, but he slowly gains confidence with each beautiful noise they make,, each soft word of encouragement and whisper of praise.

When he pauses inside them to let them adjust to the stretch of another finger, they ask him to curl his digits a bit, to gently rub up into-

"Fuck!"

Their walls cling to him for dear life as they grind down on his hand, telling him to do it again and again. Scar follows their every word, watching as they shudder, legs trembling as they grip onto his shoulders for stability.

They groan out a plea for him to add another finger and "go as deep as you can, baby" so he listens, like any good boyfriend would.

He stares at the way they stretch around his digits, and he still can't believe he's actually making someone feel this good... He almost gets all the way to his second knuckle, but he stops when he feels something. He looks to them as he gently rubs it, brow slightly furrowed in confusion.

They let out a breathy chuckle and explain, "That's my cervix, sweetheart... fuck, you're so big,," they pant, rolling their hips into his hand, "you fill me up so good."

Scar's eyes blow wide at the realization of just how deep he is,, of how deeply he's connected to them...

They clench down and groan, "Need you to move, please!" Scar nods, going back to his gentle pace, but they whine, "Harderrr..."

He swallows, "I-I don't wanna hurt you.."

"Please," they whimper, "need you so bad,," their eyes meet his, and the sheer desperation in their expression leaves him breathless, "need you to fuck me, Scar."

The words go straight to his cock- that aches to be inside them- but he stays focused on making them feel good. He pulls out and pushes back in faster and faster, shifting 'til he finds the spot that has their toes curling, and aims for it each time.

His ears fill with the obscene squelching noises of their slick leaking out around his fingers with every thrust. He watches the way it trails down his palm and onto his wrist that's starting to cramp- but with the way his partner is begging him to go "Faster, faster!" he can't find it in him to care about the pain, it's all worth it to hear the desperate chant of "Yes, yes, yes!" that falls from their lips.

With his speed he fumbles a bit, and his thumb brushes against that odd little nub over their folds. He doesn't think anything of it, which is why he's so surprised with the way they gasp, sinking down on his fingers and begging him to do it again.

He brushes his thumb over it, and a pulse of desire shoots right to his core at the sight of their eyes rolling back as their mouth hangs open on a silent moan.

Scar's amazed at just how strongly they react to the slightest touch, so he toys around with it a bit, until he figures out just how they like it. And when he does- he starts curling his fingers again, massaging that special spot, determined to give them the best orgasm of their life.

Their noises get higher and higher, whining out a mix of praise and pleas for more, and Scar gives them everything he has.

It's not long before they're tossing their head back with a cry of his name, clenching hard around his fingers as their muscles seize up and a new gush of slick coats his hand.

Scar stills inside them, but they gasp out, "Don't stop!" and he picks right back up where he left off. His thrusts are looser with their cum coating his fingers, and his head rushes with adrenaline and pride knowing that he's making them feel so good.

He wants to make them feel even better, so he digs his thumb into that magic button until they're hunching over, whimpering and bucking their hips into his hand as a string of praise falls from their lips.

His cock jerks in sympathy when he feels them pulse around his fingers again, reminding him how painfully hard he is. His head feels light from all his blood rushing south, and he knows he can't last much longer.

When they're worn out, they fully slump forward onto him, resting their head on his shoulder as they nuzzle their nose against his neck and press kisses along his collarbone.

Scar shivers, letting out a desperate whimper that brings their attention back to the poor, neglected cock between his legs. They barely get the words, "Can I-" past their lips before he's nodding and begging them to please touch him.

His eyes screw shut with a groan when their hand slips under his waistband to pull him free, and he tips his head back as they gently fondle him. It feels so overwhelmingly good to be touched by someone else, and he gets so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't even realize they've moved until a pair of lips wrap around his sensitive head and suck down his pre.

A pitiful noise is pulled from his throat as his eyes fly open to meet their gaze, and they're wearing a look he's never seen before.. one of pure lust and desire as they sink down further and work their magical tongue against him.

He can't even get out a warning before he's cumming down their throat, letting out a string of broken moans as his life is drained from his tip, his partner eagerly swallowing all that he has to give.

He's shaking as he comes down from his high, and all he can do is watch as they pull off with a wet "pop" and tuck him back in his pants.

Scar doesn't have the energy to reach out for them, but they come back to his side immediately, connecting their lips and letting him taste his own seed from their mouth.

He's all soft whimpers and cute little noises as his partner strokes his cheek and runs a hand through his hair, parting to whisper, "that was amazing, honey," and they can't help but grin at the sleepy smile that grows on his face.

Scar manages to mumble out a sleepy, "love you" before his eyes slip shut. A kiss is pressed to his forehead, and the last thing he processes before falling asleep is his partner's gentle whisper of, "Love you too."

[scar-rain-on-me]

Lowkey hate that you can only do asks with your main account, i have a side blog meant for my more horny thoughts but it won't let me ask with that one. Anyways just throwing my horny hat into the ring. I'm hardcore inserting right now since i'm tired but CC!Scar and reader having sleepy/tired sex, since imo sex doesn't always have to be energetic or intense. I'm thinking Scar and Reader are both tired from a long day at a convention of some kind or just a really active day, they don't really have much energy and when they get in bed it's really soft and lazy touches at first but since Scar and Reader can't help it they're touching gets lower and lower until they're both groping and rubbing each other since that's all they can do. Both Reader and Scar are nodding off but they keep each other from falling asleep with small sucks and bites that drag them back from the brink of sleep, maybe Scar or Reader orgasms but eventually they both pass out in each other's arms maybe Reader falls asleep with Scar's cock in their hands. IDK if you'll see this but i am trying my best to write since i'm sorta new to sending asks and i hope this is sexy. Probs gonna fall asleep after this.

(ngl i just about had a heart attack seeing a long ask open with "Lowkey hate that you-" skdjfh i thought this was gonna be a hate anon.)

What if i told u i had Literally just saved a draft about sleepy scar x reader sex when you sent this in, lol.

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The room is dark, save for the moonlight shining in from the windows. Sheets rustle, the bed creaks, and soft moans are exchanged between your lips as you gently rock together.

You can feel how hard he is through his boxers, and the warm pressure of his cock rubbing against you through the layers of fabric has heat pooling in your core.

You want him, oh god do you want him,, filling you up so deep that you can’t think,, but you're both far too tired for anything more than this.

Thankfully, this is more than enough.

Scar's large, calloused hands gently squeeze the fat on your waist, savoring your warm weight against him. Shaky palms roam down to your ass and squeeze, drawing a low hum from your chest.

You roll your hips in deep circles, tipping your head back when you find a particularly good spot. Scar takes the opportunity to trail sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and neck, and the graze of his stubble against your skin has you shivering as sparks flow through your veins.

Scar runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your cheek, resting your foreheads against each other as he pants softly. His other hand trails lower to press down on the small of your back, and just the slightest suggestion of pressure has you clenching around nothing, moaning out as you grind deeper.

It's messy and uncoordinated, but neither of you care, it's good. You're not sure how long you've been going at it like this, but you’re enjoy the closeness and intimacy of slowly rocking together, hands and lips roaming, sweet nothings whispered in the quiet of the night...

There's no big push over the edge that sends you into a mind-blowing orgasm. It's a slow, sweet buildup that eventually has you gasping and shuddering as pleasure pulses between your legs.

You hump Scar's clothed cock as you ride out your high, and he groans low in his chest. You can feel him twitch and spill in his boxers as he tucks his face into your shoulder. His arms wrap around your back, holding you close as he whimpers softly.

You fall asleep just like that- half laying on top of him, limbs entwined, surrounded in each other's warmth.

[scar-rain-on-me]

5am. He was up until FIVE AM. What is he DOING? 😭 "Oh I need to stop going to bed at 3am :3", he said WITH HIS LYING TONGUE. You are right, correct and valid someone really does need to crook their finger, and get him off to get him off that computer.

[context]

yes!!!! I can imagine his partner coming up behind him and running their palms down his chest, taking off one of the ears of his headphones and purring "Scarrrrrr~ why don't you come to bed, sweetie?"

He sighs, groaning and running a hand down his face, "I need to finish this for my episode tomorrooooow."

"Mmm," they hum, bringing their fingers up to rub his nipples through his shirt just to feel him shudder against them, "But you've been working so hard lately... I think you deserve a break, don't you?"

His hands are frozen on his keyboard as he whines, "But.. I- ngh-" his back arches up against his chest strap when their hand slips lower to rub the inside of his thigh.

They trail their lips up his neck til they're whispering in his ear, "I've been so empty..." he swallows a noise, "My fingers aren't enough,, I neeeed your cock, honey.." they whimper, "Please?"

Scar throws off his headphones and closes out of Minecraft, and his partner just stands back and smirks as he races over to the bed, almost bumping into his bookcase in the process.

They help him transfer onto the mattress, get him all nice and settled against his pillows, and tug his waistband down to give him the sloppiest, most mind-blowing head of his life.

He passes out right after he cums, and his partner just wipes off their mouth on the back of their arm and smiles, tucking him in before returning to his computer to properly save and close out of everything.

They soon join him under the covers, pressing a kiss to his forehead before snuggling up next to him and falling asleep.

The next morning he'll wake up and realize their "scheme," playfully pouting about having been "tricked."

And his partner will giggle and give him a sweet kiss, moving to get out of bed before Scar insists that he returns the favor for them.

Then they'll have soft, sweet morning sex <3

[scar-rain-on-me]

Possessive Scar? 👀 I imagine he's someone that probably likes to be a little subtle about it. It's less a an open display and more of a reminder for you. Like if you're both out somewhere/ talking to someone he'd sling his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him. Maybe slowly lifts his hand up so it's juuuust beneath your top so he can graze the slightest suggestion of bare skin there with his fingers. It's just enough to bring your attention away from everything else and back on him.

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absolutely

Scar's allll about those little displays of physical affection, he loves having his hands on any part of you he can reach. He knows Exactly how to touch and tease you to get you all worked up,, he loves brushing his hand against your thigh or squeezing your ass or just grabbing your arm to keep you close when you start to wander too far away for his liking.

He definitely "accidentally" slides his hand a little bit too far up your skirt, flashing your ass to the world (suddenly his insistence that you wear a thong today makes a Lot more sense)

And when you blush furiously and whip your head around to glare at him, Scar's just smiling innocently like, "oh sorry! meant to do this-" and he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer like he did nothing wrong.

(exhibitionism, public sex)

Maybe you're at some kind of convention party where the lights are dim and the music is loud. You're nestled in a corner, wearing a dress with high slits on the sides to hide the way his hands roam the expanse of your thighs as you sway back and forth to the music.

Scar tugs the crotch of your panties to the side, mumbling something you don't hear that sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless. You gasp as he swipes a finger between your lips, teasing you about how wet you are for him. You blush and whine and press your thighs together, but he makes you keep a wide stance for him, wide enough to slide a looong finger in and out, just to tease you.

He wipes your slick on the inside of your thighs and moves his hands to your waist like nothing happened. Giggling at the frustrated look you give him.

Occasionally he'll wait til you least expect it and slide his hand down to thrust his finger in just once or twice- enough to make you moan out- only to take all sensation away the second you start enjoying it.

Eventually Scar takes pity on you, the desperate look in your eyes is so adorable, so he stuffs three fingers deep inside you and tells you to dance, so you bounce around to the beat, shallowly fucking yourself on his fingers in a dark corner of the loud, crowded party, working yourself up and up and up until mercifully, finally, he lets you cum.

He grins and tells you how good you've been for him, then wipes off his fingers on your legs and tells you you're gonna be walking home like that. You whine, but you catch sight of the bulge in his sweats and nod obediently.

You shiver as the cool night air brushes against your still-exposed cunt, cum drying to the inside of your thighs and reminding you of just how good Scar is to you.

When you get in the hotel room you know Exactly what to do, falling to your knees as Scar takes himself out of his pants. You swallow and suck just the way he likes it, and his fingers tangle in your hair as he groans out a low, "Yessssss," and shoves your head further down. You take it all, just like you're supposed to, moaning and swallowing around his length as you press your thighs together.

You taste the first drops of pre and double your efforts, but he pulls you off, biting his lip at the sight of your flushed cheeks, swollen, red lips slick and shiny with saliva, and your hooded, slightly confused look.

Scar pats his lap, "Hop on, princess."

You scramble to kneel over him, lining yourself up and crying out as his tip presses inside your entrance. Large hands slide up your thighs to squeeze your ass and tug you down, and you go breathless as he seats you in his lap, punching all the air from your chest as he fills you completely.

You wanna be good, so you squeeze and bounce and ride him hard and fast in his chair, fucking yourself on his cock and moaning about how good it is- how lucky you are to be fucked by him, and how kind he is to give you this gift.

Scar digs his fingernails into your ass and groans, "Ssssuch a good slut for me... letting me mark you up, show you off,, let everyone know you're mine."

You whimper, "All yours, sir!" as you find a really good angle and aim for it each time.

He groans, "Fuck, baby... m'close,, you wanna be filled up? Huh?" He gives you a dark, hooded gaze, "Is that what you want slut?"

You nod quickly, barely able to breathe out "Yes-" before he's holding you down in his lap, pumping you full of his cum and marking you inside and out.

You cry out and whimper as your cunt clenches and convulses around his cock, whispering a constant stream of "Thankyouthankyouthankyou" as you rest your head on his shoulder.

When you come down from your high Scar's pumping three fingers in and out of you with a smirk, stretching you wider and enjoying the way your combined pleasure leaks out of your hole and onto his lap.

You whine and bury your face in his neck, weakly bucking your hips into his hand. You don't tell him to stop, so he keeps going- properly fingering you and savoring the small, cute noises you make as he massages your g-spot and brushes against your poor-neglected clit.

The cute little string of "Ah!" "Mhhnn" "Mm!" that you moan into his collar has him speeding up and rubbing your clit more firmly. It's not long before he's whispering some low, gravelly command in your ear that you're too fucked-out to process, and tipping you over the edge yet again.

When you sit up to face him again, Scar's wearing a grin- looking you over and muttering, "My good girl."

[scar-rain-on-me]

God bless all these pervy Scar asks 🫡 It's good to know there are more of us out there. It's SUCH a fun au idea. Also, I am going to have to politely request more info on that mini family friend au you mentioned please and thank you.

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hehe tyyy

so the basic concept is that you're a family friend of Scar and you're staying at his house for a week for some plot-convenient reason.

Maybe he's always had a thing for you, maybe he's only just now viewing you in sexual light cause he hasn't seen you since you were a teen, (you're in your early twenties now.)

Maybe you notice a piece of underwear go missing, maybe you notice Scar's gaze lingering on you for a bit too long, or maybe you don't notice at all.

But one night, you get up to grab a snack, and you see a light shining through the glass door attached to Scar's room. You look inside, expecting to see him working late, maybe planning to tease him about his poor sleep schedule- but he is doing Nothing of the sort.

He's staring at his computer, watching porn of a woman that looks... kind of like you? But you don't focus on that for very long, you're eyes are quickly drawn to his lap. His arm is moving rapidly, and even though you can't see anything- what else would he be doing while watching porn??

His hand falters as he switches tabs, and you're shocked to see your instagram pulled up on his screen. Scar moans as he zooms in on your breasts and ass, staring long and hard at swimsuit photos that have his arm shaking with the force of his strokes

Maybe you tap on the glass to get his attention, or maybe he notices your movement, but his head snaps towards you- and he's caught like a deer in the headlights.

The shock only lasts a moment though, before he's groaning low in his throat, hand returning to its rapid pace as he undresses you with his eyes.

Maybe you flash him your tits, maybe you pull your shorts down to show off your panties, or maybe you just stand there in shock, still in disbelief that Scar is actively jerking off to you.

He gives a hazy grin as his pace falters, mouth hanging open as he shudders, small noises punched from his chest as he shakes in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

If we go the route of you playing into it- you try the handle on the door, but it's locked, and Scar makes no move to let you in.

If you don't- you stand there, gobsmacked at what you just witnessed, and you're not sure why you keep watching as Scar wipes his hand down with tissues and tosses you a wink before rolling off to his bed.

[scar-rain-on-me]

Stretching the Limits

Rating: E Pairing: Scar/third-person male reader-insert Words: 1,691 [Read it on AO3]

Summary: Scar is desperate for some action while stuck in the hospital, and he tricks a nurse into fingering him under the guise of "helping him pass a stool" but this nurse isn't as naive as he thinks...

Note: No actual scat is present in this fic whatsoever, and any mentions of it are brief and vague. Also, the name of the nurse has no significance and was entirely chosen at random.

Tags: anal fingering, scar being a pervert, dubious consent, rough sex, medical things are involved but it's not necessarily a medical kink fic.

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It’s been a whole week since Scar’s been able to properly fuck himself. There’s not a lot of privacy in hospitals, and it’s kind of hard to sneak a dildo in past medical staff. That, combined with his limited mobility while recovering, has left him desperate for any kind of stimulation back there.

Lucky for Scar, he’s a charmer- he’s got a silver tongue, and he can talk anyone into just about anything. No one is immune to Good Times, and he fully plans to take advantage of this.

He waits until it’s close to a shift change and calls in a nurse to help him use the bedpan. He asks her to thoroughly clean him up back there, and he has to bite back a moan when she dips the wet rag just slightly inside his tight, needy hole.

When she’s done, Scar can’t help but wink and make in an inappropriate comment about how, “That’s the first time a gorgeous woman’s touched me there in years.”

The nurse blushes, chuckling awkwardly before hastily cleaning everything else up and exiting the room, with her patient’s eyes fixed on her ass as she goes.

He gives it about 15 minutes before calling for assistance again. His nurse happens to be male this time, a handsome young thing,, large and buff with muscles straining against his scrubs… good fingers, too. Scar grins at the "student" card on his lanyard- those were always so much easier to pressure into things like this...

The nurse greets him with a smile, “Hello, sir! My name is Marcus, I’m gonna be your nurse for the next couple hours. I just need to take your vitals real quick.” He goes to grab the blood pressure cuff, but Scar reaches out and weakly brushes his hand against his toned arm.

“A-Actually, um,,” he wears a bashful expression, faking a wince as his other hand comes to rest over his lower stomach, “I haven’t been able to have a bowel movement all day.. it’s um,” he clears his throat, looking off, “stuck… could you help me?” he flashes the man a pair of pitiful eyes.

“Of course!” Marcus answers cheerfully, “I’ll go get you some Miralax and-”

“No, that dehydrates me too much-” Scar interrupts, “I need,, ugh, this is so embarrassing to ask…” he hides his face in his hands, “Could you like,, break it down? And help. I dunno… coax it out?”

The student tenses up, fighting back a grimace before nodding, “Of course, if that’s what you need, sir,” and he moves to retrieve a small bottle of lubricant from the medicine cart.

Scar can feel his hole flutter with excitement as he nods, keeping up the bashful act, “Thank you, I know it’s not exactly,, a fun task…”

Marcus waves him off before guiding him down to the edge of the bed, “Hey, it’s the line of work I signed up for,” he smiles, “It ain’t always pretty.”

Scar smiles appreciatively, shivering when his nurse pulls up his gown until just his anus is exposed, and slips a towel underneath his butt. His legs chill in the cold air- hanging off the hospital bed as they’re gently spread further to give his nurse better access.

Marcus coats his gloved fingers with the lube, “This may be a cold at first,” he warns, before gently brushing against his rim.

Scar’s breath hitches, body instinctively tensing up as warmth begins to pool in his core.

"Try to take deep breaths to relax if you can, sir, I know it feels weird.”

And relax he does- he lets out a short, involuntary moan as just the tip of Marcus’ finger slips inside.

He pauses at his first knuckle, “Is that ok, sir?”

Scar nods absentmindedly, nerves alight with the first sparks of arousal as he whispers, “More...”

The man swallows a noise, and Scar can feel the curl of the other fingers against his ass as Marcus pushes in as deep as he can, wriggling his digit around to search for any obstructions.

When he finds none, his brow furrows, “I’m not feeling anything, is it possible you could be having gas?"

Scar shakes his head fervently, "No, 's in there...” he whimpers, “hurts so much,,” faking a sob for good measure.

Marcus gives a sympathetic frown and nods, rolling his finger in shallow circles, carefully prodding and curling, trying to locate the source of his pain.. but it’s not enough.

Scar licks his lips, "M-maybe.. if you stretch me open, it'll pass easier?" he whines- silently praying his impatience isn’t giving him away.

His nurse hesitates for a moment before nodding, “Of course.”

Scar muffles a moan into a whimper as he’s stretched wider, eyes rolling back as the pair of digits pump in and out agonizingly slowly. And when they brush against his prostate, a noise is punched from his chest as his cock twitches under his gown, “Ngh- there!” he fights not to cry out too desperately.

"I think that's just your prostate, sir," Marcus chuckles awkwardly, pointedly avoiding the spot and sinking deeper before gently beginning to scissor his patient open.

Scar groans softly, eyes fluttering shut as a pair of strong fingers press against his inner walls in a way that feels downright addicting- god he’s missed this… he could lay here like this all day.

Marcus is going far too gentle for his liking,, but he can’t exactly beg him to go harder or he’ll catch on to his scheme.

But… maybe if he slips a hand under his gown,, maybe if he’s really subtle about it.. he could at least rub his tip to get just a tiny bit of stimulation... though he's definitely stretching the limits of what he can get away with.

Scar swallows, and his fingers begin their journey, shifting his gown up slightly as he slowly, carefully inches closer and closer to his cock.

He could make up some excuse, surely. Claim he’s “just trying to help relax my body.” Yeah, that’ll do it. Marcus is naïve enough to-

A strong hand grabs his arm and pins his wrist to the bed.

Scar’s eyes fly open on a gasp, and he shrinks inside himself as he’s met with a scathing glare.

Marcus’ demeanor has shifted entirely- his brows are furrowed, a grimace to his face as he glances at the ports on Scar's abdomen. He speaks plainly, "Tube-fed individuals don't have solid bowel movements."

His face goes pale as fear grips his heart. Is he about to get assaulted? Or worse- reported??

Scar can feel blood pumping in his ears as his nurse stares him down… but then he’s smirking,, leaning closer and speaking with a low tone, "Now, if I didn't know any better-" he thrusts his fingers harshly, startling a cry from Scar’s throat, "I would think you just wanna get fucked."

His whole body shudders, cock jumping against his stomach as he squeaks out a desperate, “Please!”

Marcus chuckles, pulling his fingers out entirely, "You know," he raises an eyebrow, "I could report you for sexual harassment."

"B-but you won't,, right?" Scar nervously laughs.

His nurse glares at him for a few, agonizing moments... before the smirk returns to his face, "Nah."

Scar lets out a sigh of relief, head falling back against the pillow. There’s a moment of quiet- before an all-too familiar sound... A broken moan erupts from his throat as he watches Marcus rapidly pumping himself to full hardness.

His gaze is lidded and intense as he murmurs, “...cause you could just as easily report me for fucking you.”

An almost nauseating wave of arousal hits Scar like a tidal wave, and he feels like he might pass out when strong hands grip his waist and a deliciously thick cock bullies it’s way inside his tight hole.

A sob is punched from his chest when Marcus nearly bottoms out in one thrust, and a low groan rumbles from his nurse as he snaps his hips forward, setting a quick, harsh pace.

The steady plap of skin against skin fills the otherwise sterile and quiet hospital room, but Scar’s mind is far from quiet. His head is spinning, and he feels like he’s on fire as jolts of pleasure spark through his every nerve as Marcus nails his prostate with every thrust.

He’s a babbling mess, letting out a constant string of cries and wails as his every sense is overwhelmed with sheer pleasure at an intensity he’s never felt anything close to before.

He uses whatever muscle strength he has to weakly clench around the massive cock splitting him in half, and Marcus seems to reward him by impossibly speeding up- holding Scar firm against the mattress as he chases his release.

He doesn’t care how light his head feels,, he doesn’t care how hard it is to breathe or how much he’s gonna hurt tomorrow. He’s dreamed of getting fucked like this as long as he can remember. And at age 37- he’s finally, fucking finally getting railed.

Scar can barely register the way Marcus' noises grow louder, or the way his hips stutter,, but he definitely feels the gush of warmth that floods his insides and leaks out of his hole.

He’s not even sure when he came during all of that- but at some point he realizes his body is trembling, his fingers have curled in the bed sheets, and there’s a warm, sticky substance pooling on his stomach.

Scar doesn’t remember much beyond that- there’s a wet rag running over his privates, a steady set of hands moving him further up on the mattress, and the pressure of a blood pressure cuff around his arm as the flow of his oxygen is increased.

He blinks his eyes open just as Marcus finishes his vitals, and the nurse gives a polite smile and wave before turning to exit his room.

As Scar comes back to reality, he wonders if it was all just a fantasy… but when he shifts in bed, he winces at how sore his ass cheeks are,, and a smile slowly creeps onto his face.