#Higher ground

[scottsbarringer]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Scott Barringer

Higher Ground 1.17 — Daised and Confused

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒baby daddy scott! (part two to this)﹒⌅

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.03.28

The day you gave birth was simultaneously the most eventful and non-eventful day of your life ─ hours of labor, some pushing, and the most excruciating pain you'll probably ever feel in your life, all culminating into the reality of your situation.

Scott arrived just after you delivered the baby, so the adrenaline had already died down and you didn't have the energy to curse him out. He had been ghosting you for days, knowing your due date was soon. Text after text, call after call ─ and the only text that got him to respond was 'Scott, I really need you.'

Now, he's standing over you and the tiny little newborn girl in your arms.

Your mother, his stepmother, and his father are all chatting out in the hall, letting the two of you have your own time together with the baby, whom you've decided to name Lily, after your favorite flower.

Sitting there, eyes fixed on the swaddled baby laying on your chest, her tiny cheek squished against you, Scott gets a sudden realization. He has a child, now. He's helped bring another human into this world, and he's going to have to help take care of it. He's a father.

"Lily," he murmurs, making you turn and look at him. "Yeah, Lily," you respond in the same hushed tone. He shifts his chair as close to the bed it'll go. The distant sound of medical personnel outside the room, the little coos of the baby, and the beeping from the heart monitor beside the bed all add to the oddly serene atmosphere.

You look from your daughter to your boyfriend ─ if he can be called that ─ giving him a tired smile. "How are you feeling? About being a dad, I mean?" He leans back in his chair and rubs his eyes, looking at his sneakers. "Nothing, I don't know," he murmurs into his palms, hands now fully covering his face. "I don't know how I feel." He stands up, hands grabbing onto the dark green sweater hanging off his skinny frame. "I hate this, I hate you,"

Watching him walk off into the hall, all you can do is just that ─ watch. Watch as he walks out, just like he did when he first found out that he got you pregnant, like he did when you first asked him to go shopping with you . . . Scott has never been good with firsts, and he's once again solidifying the pattern.

Maybe he'll come back in, maybe he left with his parents, who knows. With or without him, you're going to raise your baby to be better ─ better than her father.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

SCOTT MONROE's weight pressed you harder into the mattress, hand covering your mouth as his hips kept moving against yours. The cheap bed frame creaked under his rough pace, sound echoing just too loud with your whimpers following

“Keep it down,” he droned, eyes burning into yours, catching every flicker of your desperate expression. “You want my mom to walk in here and see her sweet little boy fucking someone like you?”

Your muffled whimper vibrated against his palm again, fat tears pooling in your eyes as shame loomed your mind for feeling heat bloom deep in your belly. His other hand moved to grip your hip hard enough to leave a bruise, anchoring you as he slammed into you again and again, stretching your hole in a ways that made you want to scream

“Look at you,” he sneered, lips going down to brush against your ear. “Such a fucking mess. You couldn’t wait, could you? Had to come crawling into my bed like the needy little slut you are.”

His words stung, hurt, yet they sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, as bad as it may sound. Your nails scraped along his back, desperate for something to hold onto while he was in the middle of wrecking you, cock hitting that devastating spot with every thrust.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Scott snapped, pulling his hand from your mouth to wrap it around your throat instead. Thumb pressed lightly against the side of your neck, where your pulse was, just enough to make you gasp and your fingers claw at his wrist. “You’d let me do this anywhere, yeah? Against the wall, in Sam's car--hell, maybe even in the fucking living room if I told you to.”

You really tried to respond, do anything, but your words came out as a broken, choked moan from the pressure of his hand and the strength of his movements.

“Pathetic,” he muttered with a grin crossing his lips. His free hand slide down your body to where you were soaked and slick for him; fingers circled your clit with such precision your body arched up to him, a cry escaping your lips before you could even stop it.

And who would have known, that through the smallest gape at Scott's doors, a pair of eyes were watching his twin brother treat you as if you were nothing but the dirtiest slut ever

Scott froze, hand letting out from your throat to, surprisingly, gently smack your thigh “What the fuck did I just say?” voice a harsh whisper. “You want her to hear? Want my mom to know I’ve got you spread out, dripping all over my cock like this?”

Your lips trembled, head shaking as tears slipped down your flushed cheeks. The humiliation, the pleasure--it was way too much, and obviously Scott could see it all screaming over your face. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, a quiet groan slipping free despite trying to hold himself.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head dropping down as his rhythm faltered. The mean, sharp tone in his voice cracked, and he whimpered, dick pulsing around your walls “I hate how fucking good you feel.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his skin as a gasp left his swollen lips “I--hate it--I hate how much I fucking need you.”

His voice broke, low whimper slipping from his lips once more as he buried himself deep one last time, trembling with the force of his upcoming release.

And for a moment, when it was all over, as his lips brushed against yours, soft and shaky, Scott wasn’t mean or cruel. He was just a boy who wanted you to stay.

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[cloverina]

HIS JERSEY..

warnings: porn with a plot??, creampie, (soft) dom!scott, sub!reader, tummy bulge and i think that’s it !!

summary: the popular cheerleader stole scott’s jersey off you.. so he got it back and gave you a surprise:3

The stadium lights blazed overhead, casting a warm glow over the sea of faces in the stands. The air had anticipation and the smell of freshly cut grass. You nervously clutched the hem of the oversized jersey that hung from your shoulders, the number 10 proudly displayed across the back. It was the first time you had ever been to a football game, but tonight was different; you were here to support your boyfriend, Scott.

You felt the weight of a hundred eyes as you made your way to your seat, the whispers of the other students trailing after you like a ghostly echo. You had always been a quiet presence at school, the kind that blended into the background. The jersey was your silent declaration of support for Scott, your way of showing him you were there, even if you weren't ready to shout it from the rooftops.

As you took your seat, the cheerleader's glossy smile turned into a sneer. She strutted over with the confidence of someone who had never felt a moment's doubt in her life. "What do you think you're doing wearing that?" she snarled, her voice a knife cutting through the air. "You're not one of us."

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain that the jersey was Scott's, that it was a symbol of your love and support. "It's... it's my boyfriend's," you murmured, feeling the fabric cling to your sweaty palms. "He asked me to wear it tonight."

Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she stepped closer, her breath a toxic cloud of mint gum. "Your boyfriend? Scott? He's mine. He's always been mine," she spat, her fingers wrapping around the material of the jersey. "Now give it to me."

The stands grew quiet as the whispers turned into a hush. Your cheeks burned, and you felt the heat of embarrassment crawling up your neck. You knew Scott had noticed the commotion, his eyes flickering in your direction every few seconds, but you couldn't meet his gaze. You were trapped in a nightmare, and the only escape was to hand over the jersey. You slowly pulled it off, the fabric sticking to your sweaty skin, and handed it over. She took it with a triumphant smirk before flouncing away, leaving you in your t-shirt.

At half time, the cheerleader was signing autographs, basking in the attention she so clearly craved. Scott's eyes searched the crowd, and when he saw you sitting there, shivering without his jersey, something in him snapped. He marched over, his expression a storm cloud of anger and protectiveness. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, unsure of what was happening but sensing the tension in the air.

He grabbed your hand, his grip firm but not painful. "Come with me," he said through gritted teeth, pulling you through the throng of people. You followed, your heart racing faster than the players on the field. The cheerleader looked up, her smile fading when she saw the determination in Scott's eyes. "What's the problem?" she asked, her voice laced with false sweetness.

"This," Scott said, pointing at the jersey she had draped over her shoulder like a trophy. "It's not yours. Apologize to her, now." His voice was a thunderclap that echoed through the now-silent stadium. The cheerleader's eyes widened, and she took a step back, suddenly aware that she might have crossed a line.

You felt a rush of warmth and gratitude flood through you. Scott's hand was still wrapped around yours, his grip a comforting anchor in a stormy sea of emotions. You watched, frozen, as he faced down the person who had just humiliated you. His eyes were like steel, and you could see the muscles in his jaw tensing.

"Apologize." he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down the cheerleader's spine. The air around them crackled with tension, and the crowd held their breath, waiting for her response. She looked from Scott to you, then back again, her expression a mix of surprise and something akin to fear.

Her grip on the jersey tightened for a brief moment before she realized she was outmatched. She peeled it off her shoulders, the fabric sliding down her arms like a shed skin. She held it out to you, her head bowed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, the words barely audible over the murmurs of the watching students.

You took it back, your hands trembling. You didn't know how to feel, torn between anger and relief. Scott's hand didn't leave yours, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," he murmured. "You’re okay.”

And just like that, the moment was over. The crowd dispersed, and Scott led you away from the field and into the dimly lit school hallway, his hand still entwined with yours. The echo of his footsteps seemed to bounce off the lockers as he pulled you into an empty office. The door slammed shut behind you, and before you could process what was happening, he had you bent over the desk, the jersey pooling around your waist.

You gasped as he entered you, his hands firmly on your stomach, pushing you back onto his thick cock. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, punctuated by your muffled moans. You had never been so turned on by a display of dominance, the way he had claimed you in front of everyone, the way he had made it clear that you were his. The smell of sweat and desire mingled with the dusty scent of old textbooks and stale air conditioning.

Scott's rhythm grew more intense, his grip tightening as he watched his cock disappear into your tight pussy. You could feel every inch of him, the head of his dick brushing against your g-spot with each thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and you bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming out his name. The desk beneath you creaked and groaned with the force of your passion, a testament to the power of your love.

As his hands slid up to your stomach, he felt the unmistakable imprint of his cock, the deep indentation it left as it claimed you. The sensation sent a new wave of desire crashing through him, and he began to fuck you harder, his hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that left you trembling. The feeling of his dominance was intoxicating, and you found yourself pushing back into him, eager for more.

He leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body. "Like a glove made for my cock." Each word sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your pussy clench around him, begging for more. You could feel your orgasm building, a delicious pressure that grew with each of his movements.

Scott's words grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he lost himself in the moment. "You're perfect," he groaned, his voice a mix of wonder and possession. "Made for me." His grip on your hips tightened, and he pushed deeper into you, filling you completely. The sound of your wetness was a symphony in the quiet room, a testament to how much he turned you on. You bit down harder on your lip, the pain mixing with pleasure, creating a heady cocktail that made your head spin.

You put your hands on your stomach, to feel the imprint of his cock for yourself as it stretched and filled you. It was a strange sensation, one you had never experienced before, but it sent a thrill through you. You whimpered again, the sound a silent plea for more. Without thinking, you reached back and grabbed his hand, guiding it back to the spot where his cock was buried deep within you. He responded “I know baby.. i know.” he whimpered in your ear, before a wicked smile spread across his face.

Scott took your hand in his and placed it back on your stomach, his own large hand covering yours. He began to move it in time with his thrusts, showing you the power and intensity of your union. The sight of your hand moving with the rhythm of his hips was erotic, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each movement. His eyes never left yours in the mirror, a silent communication passing between you that needed no words.

You were so close, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. With each stroke, his cock hit that spot inside you that sent sparks flying through your body. You felt like you were teetering on the edge of something incredible, something that would consume you whole. And then he whispered it, the words like a dark spell. "I want you to cum all over my pretty cock."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you felt yourself tighten around him, the walls of your pussy clamping down like a vice. You moaned, the sound echoing through the empty room as you gave yourself over to the feeling. His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, and you could feel him swelling inside you. It was like he was trying to reach deeper, to claim every inch of you. And then you did it, you let go.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, drowning out the world. Your body convulsed, your muscles spasming as you came all over Scott's cock. The sensation was so intense, you thought you might pass out. You felt him tense, his grip on your hips almost painful as he buried himself deeper inside you. And then he was cumming, too.

His warmth flooded into you, filling you up in a way that was almost overwhelming. He groaned, his head thrown back as he emptied himself into your pulsating pussy. His cock jerked and spurted, painting the insides of your gummy walls with his release. It was like experiencing a live porn scene, but it was happening to you, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced. You felt like you were the star of the show, and Scott was your devoted audience of one.

A/N: this is my second time writing, reblogs are appreciated!! thank you for reading<3

[anakinsfavwife]

ok so you know how people have that sam and scott twin brother au?

hear me out…

THEM GROWN??

(scott being aj and sam being james, obviously with their same names but yk)

and it could kind of have the same plot as american heist (loosely) where scott wanted to impress y/n after their breakup by being a ‘bad boy’ and actually fell into some bad things causing him to run from the law most of his life, relying on his brother who changed his ways for the better since he was a teenager but always ends up in trouble for his twin

i’m cooking 🧑‍🍳

[skyguys-princess]

Spooning with Scott

Not that he would admit it, but it wasn't rare to see Scott in a cuddly mood. At least in private that is. He wasn't all that good with words so he resorted to expressing his feelings through touch. Resulting in a lot of your heart felt moments together being shackled up in bed.

Clinging to you like a koala bear, his vice like grip on you ever present. Like he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. You could tell instantly if he had a bad day, he'd curl up to you and refuse to speak. His head buried in your chest, nuzzling between your clothed breasts. While your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. Giving him time to unwind and get comfortable before eventually opening up to you about what had bothered him that day.

Other times, if he felt up to it. This was the time when he'd tell you what was on his mind. While your fingers run through his hair, encouraging his walls to come crumbling down. As he curled himself further into you like a cat, savouring your warmth. His hands sliding around your waist to pull you as close as humanly possible. "You're so soft," he says while burying his face between your plush breasts. Grabbing at you holding you to him, like his own personal pillow.

If he's to tired when you ask if he's okay, then he doesn't actually bother to lift his head out of your breasts. "M' okay," he replies. His voice coming out muffled from your skin against his.

When you rake your fingers ever so gently through his locks. His eyes would well up, depending on the day he might release a few tears. And you'd feel them falling from his cheeks onto your chest as soft sniffles escape him. Apologising profusely, ashamed of crying. "M' sorry, m' so sorry..." He repeats, hiding his face in the safety of your chest. You'd have to tilt his head up to see the evidence, his pretty eyes leaking salty tears. That streamed down his cheeks, he tries to turn out of your grip. Ashamed for his emotional reaction, but after soothing him.

Rubbing soft circles on his back, and caressing his cheeks. He lets up, allowing himself to openly cry. While clinging to you for comfort...

Requests: open

Tags 🏷️: @enchant5d

(dividers by @starovis + @chilumitos)

[jaxsontrimaldi]

IM BOUT TO START TWEAKING IN THIS BITCH BRUH /ref

Credits to the editor darthmauled

[darkskyangel]

raw i mean aww

[skywvlkersgrl]

Sick bf! Scott

Paring: Scott Barringer x reader

a/n : this one’s short because of course i lack motivation when I actually have time to write.

“Scott?” You say softly, entering the cabin that was bathed in darkness. After Auggie had dramatically announced to all that your boyfriend was “dying”, whatever that meant, you had decided to check up on him, dying or not.

You call out his name again, a little bit louder and a muffled groan greets your ears. You creep closer to the bed where you can briefly make out a little lump buried under blankets.

“Scott?” You call out, crawling onto the bed, with a concerned expression.

He stirs under the blanket before peeping his head over to look at you, the sigh making your heart ache in sympathy. He had dark circles under his eyes and his nose was all red and raw. He suddenly sneezes, twice, making you jump.

“Oh dear, you’re all sniffly.” You grin almost teasingly as you come closer and sit down on the bed to inspect his condition. He just glared his usual glare at you from his position.

“My head hurts.” He whines, burying himself under his blanket once again, his blonde curls sticking up adorably

You stroke his head soothingly, before trailing your hand lower to feel his temperature. Not good at all. He was burning hot yet shivering.

You crawl closer and push yourself under his blanket “Let me in.” You demand.

He turns away, mumbling incoherently about how he was dying and he didn’t want you to get sick too. Strangely considerate in his own grouchy way.

However, you ignore him and continue to crawl into bed with him. “God, you’re burning hot.” You murmur, stroking his hair back out of his face.

He turns back to face you and buries his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You rub his back soothingly, wrapping your other arm around him protectively.

“It feels like someone’s jackhammering into my head.” He grumbles, pressing himself tighter into you, “And I’m cold… so cold.”

You didn’t even mind that he was getting your shirt all gross and snotty. Leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, you ask “want me to get you anything? Water? Tea? Painkillers?”

He says nothing for a minute and just pulls you impossibly closer to him, “I want to sleep for a week,” he mumbles “or a tranquilliser?” He asks, his lips twitching into a smile. It’s a rare sight when he’s well, even rarer now that he’s got a cold.

You just shake your head at him fondly and press another kiss to his forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You say, giving him a squeeze

You both lie there, curled up together in a comfortable silence for a while, until you slowly attempt to untangle yourself from him. He whines and pull you closer, his tired eyes gazing at you pleadingly.

“Stay?”

[anakinsbunny]

So high School

MDNI!!! 18+!!!

I know this sucks, please bear with me, i do not know how to write smut but i wanted to at least try

Summary: Scott hates studying so he decides to go down on his girlfriend.

Scott absolutely hated studying, he would rather be playing football than stare at some stupid book, but here he was sat with his girlfriend who forced him to study for the history test that was coming up, he wasn’t paying to anything that was being said, he was too busy staring at her, that was until she snapped her fingers in his face to catch his attention. “Earth to Scott, are you even listening to me? Ugh, of course you’re not.” she rolled her eyes. 

“Oh come on, babe, don’t be like that, you know I am listening to you.” He smiled trying to convince her, but all he got in return was a glare. He sighed, “Alright, fine I wasn’t listening to you, I’m sorry I promise I’ll listen now, please don’t be mad at me, baby.” He kissed her cheek, trying to cheer her up, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. 

Scott began to kiss down her jaw to her neck, sucking on her sensitive spot. He was aiming to distract her from the stupid book, “Let’s forget about the test for now, let’s focus on us, please, sweetheart?” He murmured against her skin, pushing the papers to the ground of her dorm room. His hands began to roam her body, his hand went underneath her skirt while the other cupped the back of her head. She wanted to protest but the way Scott was sucking on her skin, made her mind hazy, she bit on her lower lip, trying to stifle her noises. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers gripped his shirt as he started making her way down, nipping at her collarbone, “Scott, keep going.” She whispered.

Scott lifted his head up, “You want me to keep going?” He asked with a smug grin on his face, once she nodded, he laid her down on the bed, pushing her skirt up revealing her panties. He leaned in, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, his face inching closer to her core, he licked his lips as he pulled down her panties, throwing them on the floor. Scott dove straight in between her legs, inhaling her scent first, “Smell so sweet, baby.” He whispered, before licking at her swollen clit, making her let a small gasp out.

He gripped her thighs, keeping them apart as he licked circles around her clit, teasing her. He loved going down on her, he enjoyed hearing her moan his name and tug on his hair, he let go of her thigh, and pushed a finger inside her, adding even more pleasure. He felt her fingers pull his hair, making him groan against her pussy, he moved his finger in and out of her, loving the sounds she was making for him. 

He licked and sucked on her clit, pushing another finger inside her. “You taste so fucking good, baby, I could spend hours down here and never get tired.” He muttered, feeling her pussy squeeze his fingers, he knew she was close. Scott sped up the movements of his fingers, and licked at her clit faster, “Cum on my tongue, sweetheart, let me taste even more of you.” He encouraged her, looking up at her, taking in the sight of her body, the way she was squirming, the noises she was making, her eyes were closed, she bit on her lip hard almost drawing blood as she came, her thighs shook, she shuddered, “Scott, fuck…” she moaned, tugging on his hair as he sucked her jucies into his mouth.

Scott lifted his head up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Do you still wanna study or shall we continue with other activities?” He smirked, already knowing the answer to his question. 

a/n: scott is so underrated, more people need to write about him!!

[scottsbarringer]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Scott Barringer

Higher Ground 1.14 — The Kids Stay In The Picture

[sassyenthusiastfart]

I want to slap his stepmom SO BAD

Edits are made by myself!

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Scott crying and sobbing for you to stay with him forever after you ask to break up due to his rude behaviour after Sam encouraged him too.

He begs he’ll do better and it leads to makeup sex and he shows you as much love as he can, you wake up in the middle of the night to go pee show you hear Sam sobbing in his room, whispering your name.

- 🌺

Author's note: NONNIE YOU'RE BACK AND SLAYING LIKE ALWAYS

"I don't wanna do this anymore, Scott." Your voice cracked as you said it, standing in the doorway of his dimly lit room. All his arrogant smirk and zero attention quickly shifted into concern and fear

"No. No, no, you don't mean that." He stood abruptly, his chair screeching against the floor, hands already reaching for you. "You can't mean that. What the hell, babe? What did I do?"

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat a little too quickly, trying not to let the tears that blurred your vision escape. "You know what you did, Scott. You don't treat me like you used to. You've been so -" You pause right word. "Mean. Rude.. like I'm nothing to you"

He froze, the accusation hitting him harder than you expected. "Mean?" voice cracked as if he couldn't believe it. "I'm not- No. Babe, come on. I didn't mean anything. You know me-I'm just..." sigh leaving his lips, eyes closing for a brief moment "I don't know, I get stupid sometimes." voice dropped into a desperate whisper. "Please don't do this."

You shook your head, trying to step back, but his hands found your arms, almost dragging you closer right at his chest "Don't go. I'll fix it. I swear I'll fix it. Just-please, don't leave me."

You were stunned by the sudden wetness in his eyes. SCOTT BARRINGER never cried, at least not like this, not in front of you. "You say that every time," voice trembling, lower lips shaking. "And every time, you go back to being cold. Sam tells you to push me away, and you listen to him, like I don't even matter."

"Sam doesn't know shit about us!" Scott hissed out of frustration "He doesn't know how much I love you-how much I need you." as if it was the right response to your accusation

He sank to his knees in front of you, clutching at your thighs, head pressed against your stomach as he sobbed. "You're all I have that's good. You're the only person who cares about me. If you leave, I-I don't know what I'll do."

His words shattered you. You felt his desperation in the way he held onto you like a lifeline, fingers digging into the pushiness of your skin, lips beginning to leave trembling kisses on your clothed lower belly "Please, baby, please, don't leave me. I'll do better. I swear to God, I'll be better for you."

"Scott, please get up. Don't do this."

But he shook his head, intensifying his actions "No. Not until you promise you're not gonna leave me. I'll do anything-anything you want. Just tell me what to do."

You didn't realize you were literally crying until he pulled back to look at you, thumb brushing away your tears before he cupped your face, kissing you with the deepest desperation "Please let me show you. Let me show you how much I love you."

His hands trembled as he lifted you onto his bed, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was messy and urgent, like he was trying to pour every ounce of his love and regret into it. "I'll do better," he murmured against your mouth, already fumbling with his belt "I'll make it up to you."

You didn't respond with words, just a soft gasp as he gently pushed you on the bed, moving over you, hands trailing down your sides, with touch so gentle it felt like a begining of his prayer.

"Let me make you feel good," he whispered, voice breaking as he pressed kisses down your neck. "Let me make you stay."

You could only nod, the lump in your throat too thick to speak. His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head, eyes roaming over your curves in appreciation "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, lips going down to trace every spot of your body as if he was committing you to memory.

He didn't rush, didn't take you like he usually did. Instead, he worshiped you, his lips, hands, and body moving with a tenderness that brought tears to your eyes. Something he barely did on day basis. He kissed away your tears, being so gentle in everything you've done..

Later, as you lay tangled in his arms, his chest raising and falling beneath your cheek, you felt the soft press of his lips against your hair. "I meant it," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I'll do better." but why it felt..weird? As if you just sold yourself from something you wanted to run away from?

Hours later, you woke up with the need to use the bathroom. So, turning gently to the side, you quietly left the bed where Scott was dead asleep, wandering on your tip toes through the house

And that's where you heard it, right when you passed through Scott's twin brother room

A soft sob.

You froze for a moment. You've never really heard Sam cry..what was wrong with these brothers to not show any emotions? You stood there for a moment, eavesdropping on Sam's behavior

Sam's voice was quietly whispered as your name left his lips between broken gasps and choked cries as if he was in mental pain.

Your eyes widened at the realization

What the f---

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[enchant5d]

God how I wish that FUCLING FEDORA NEVER EXISTED!!

[johnbassplayercutie]

😭💀 he's such a brat but i live for it

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[starrdream]

Favorite ex

Scott Barringer x f!reader summary: Seeing your ex after a breakup neither of you wanted includes: SMUT!!, head(m receiving), bathroom sex cross posted on ao3 disclaimer: I did NOT watch higher ground yet so apologies if I got anything show related wrong lol😭😭

After 2 long years of dating Scott the two of you broke up. You simply had to.

Getting caught smoking weed was too much of a big deal to your parents so they sent you to Mount Horizon. Even though Scott and you were basically all over eachother, there was no saving you this time.

Four months later and you're talking to Shelby when you catch a glimpse of a familiar face walking around rather cluelessly.

„Oh do my eyes decieve me" You stand up, leaving Shelby confused before notices Scott herself.

"You two gonna have a quickie?" She jokes.

"Who knows?!" You shoot back, already halfway toward Scott.

"Holy shit-" He curses under his breath. Once you reach him he pulls you in by the jaw, pouring all pent up emotions into the kiss

"What the hell are you doing here?" You smile brightly as he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer.

“Got caught smoking again, parents were ‘kind’ enough to let me pick my own rehab center as they call it." Scott smiles down at you.

“How'd you know I was here?" You question happily, hands coming up to rest on his arms.

“You’re absolutely right gorgeous, they didn’t." He shakes his head, face inching closer.

"I saw your pic on the website" He chuckles. “Parents questioned absolutely nothing " Scott murmurs, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“Really?" You pull away to look at him “Yes, really." He confirms. " And you know what's the best part?"

“Tell me.”Your hand tangles in his hair as he nuzzles his face in your neck again.

“It was a beautiful picture... made me miss you so much... So much that I jerked off to it every night..."

“What?" You chuckle amused.

"Mhm," He nods. "Every night. Imagining it was your pretty hand or your lips..”

"We can arrange that" You answer, a hint of mischief in your voice.

Pulling you to the nearest bathroom and locking the door, Scott pulls you into him, kissing you all over while you tug on the waistband of his jeans teasingly.

"Mmh" He chuckles „Easy baby".

He gently pushes your hand away so he can unbutton and unzip his jeans easily. The second his pants are on the ground, he kisses you again, dick pressing into your thigh.

Slowly, teasingly, you drop to your knees in front of him, brushing your face against his evident erection, making him groan. You take his underwear off, sliding it down and freeing his rock hard cock.

Scott's hand sneaks to the back of your head as your thumb flicks over his tip a few times. Inching your head closer, you take his length as much as you can, stroking at the access you cannot fit in your mouth.

He sets a steady rhythm, pushing your head down and pulling it back up. “Damn it," he curses, his hips bucking slightly.

Scott continues to guide your head, his grip tightening as he gets closer. He's not usually one for words during sex, but he finds himself whispering "Good girl" as he nears the edge. He pulls your head down further, hitting the back of your throat

You whimper at the pet name, the sound vibrating against his length, sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling your whimper vibrate against his dick. With a final thrust, he spills himself down your throat, his body shaking with pleasure.

His cock pulses and twitches as he shoots his load down your throat, holding your head in place, making sure you swallow every last drop.

After a few seconds, he slowly pulls you off his cock, leaving your lips coated with his release.

With a satisfied smirk, he wipes the excess from your cheek with his finger and pops it into your mouth. He leans in close, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as he murmurs.

“So good baby, so good..”

You moan again, pulling his finger out your mouth with a soft pop sound.

“Love you Scotty.” You feign innocence, looking up at him with big eyes.

“I love you too..” He helps you stand as you pull his jeans up with you, grinning like a kid who just got candy.

“We should probably get back before anyone notices..” You say, wiping some stray cum off the side of your mouth before washing your hands in the sink.

“Whatever you say beautiful..” He kisses your neck a few times.