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anakinsdove · 9 months ago

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

pairing: scott barringer x ditzy!fem!reader

summary: Scott proves you he’s not so bad, soft of.

c/w: sfw, fluffy, a small awkward moment, Scott has a crush, a little bit of angst.

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

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Scott is not that bad right? That’s a question that has been in your mind for too long, every other kid in the camp say he’s an asshole, arrogant and too much of a jerk, that he should get his head out of his butt. All of them are right.

It’s unfair… you’re supposed to be crushing on him, not the other way around, you’re supposed to stutter, not him! It’s driving him insane, that stupid smile of yours and your honey covered voice, he hates that he always has to catch you when you trip, how clumsy you are, he hates that he finds it endearing… you’re supposed to be annoying, not cute.

It’s getting harder and harder and harder to deny it every second however, the thing that he hates the most is how unaware you are of other people flirting with you!

I mean have you noticed at all how Auggie looks at you? How Ezra literally hits on you? No of course not, only he has.

“Dammnit!” he looks up from his magazine to see you holding your elbow in pain “What’s the matter?” He asks “I wasn’t looking” “You’re never aware of your surroundings…” “Hey! I was distracted… didn’t mean to” your voice gets smaller as you finish your sentence. “Oh no…” you say as you notice that your elbow is actually bleeding… it’s nothing bad, as bad a paper cut can be, but Scott wants to make a big deal out of it, looking for an excuse to touch you.

“You’re bleeding” “here” he says taking a band-aid out of his backpack “thanks” you hold out your hand to take it but he retreats “let me… you’re probably not smart enough to do it yourself” “sure…” you say confused.

Scott placed the band-aid over the non-existent wound and you smile muttering a small “thanks” he nodds. “What happened here?” Scott touches your cheekbone lightly with his fingers “Shelby opened the door… I was behind it” Scott can’t help it but laugh at this “And here?” He bops your nose “huh?”

“Why are you being nice?” You ask, it comes boldly, not the way you meant to say it “I’m not being nice, I’m being polite” Scott shrugs at this… “You’re being nice” “Whatever” “it’s nice” “Yeah but I’m not being nice I’m-“ “What’s that stuff in your hair?” You interrupt him…

“Huh? What?” Scott is taken aback when you touch his hair softly, pulling some dry leaf stuck in there, Scott realizes what you’re doing and grabs your wrist gently “I got into a fight” “With the ground?” He chuckles “Yeah…. Something like that” “You’re all disgusting” you say without any bad intention behind your words, his clothes are covered in dirt “thanks” you nod.

“When I played football… I got more bruises than when getting into fights” “I thought they give you protection for that” “Yeah well, not always works” “You should probably walk with an armor by the way… It’s the only way you won’t get hurt” “They’re just accidents” you say. “Small… meaningless accidents”

“This…” Scott starts, he was about to make a comment of the bruise on your cheekbone “This is- this…” he can’t finish the sentence he started, his blue eyes look intensely into your own, he swallows… he can’t help it but look at your lips..“what?-“

Then he kisses you, Scott kisses you, your stare is interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours, he cups your cheek and leans in before you can react, he closes his eyes and enjoys this moment while it lasts… Scott can’t feel your lips moving or doing anything at all, he feels you push on his chest lightly, you’re not kissing him back.

He backs up slightly and looks at you, noticing that you look displeased by the kiss. “What's wrong?" He asked with concern as he lets go of you, worried that he may have crossed a line. “No kiss” you say with a small voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, backing up again "I, uh, got the wrong idea." He seems embarrassed that you didn't like the kiss "I, uh, I should probably leave" he mutters nervously.. Scott has never been rejected by a girl before…. He was really shocked by your reaction, he couldn't believe that you rejected his kiss. It was his arrogance taking control of his thoughts but, he just couldn’t understand, you must not feel the same way that he does. He can't believe that he read the situation wrong, and that you don’t like him like that. "Alright, I'll just go then" he mutters nervously as he backs away further, looking down at the ground embarrassed

You stand there in shock of what just happened… you like Scott, no- you don’t like Scott, he’s mean and arrogant and he said you were pathetic once, you’ve seen the way Shelby looks at him and Juliet and well every other girl in the world, you don’t like him, definitely, he stole your first kiss because his arrogance and ego got the best of him….

Then why do you want to run after him?

Scott walks to the bonfire, he’s pissesd… pissed at himself for misreading the situation, for liking you, because he had humiliated himself, because he likes you and you don’t like him back… he looks at the ground and behind that anger there’s sadness too…

Your legs move in automatic running to your door, you sprint in direction of the kitchen, tripping at least 3 or 4 times, bumping into Shelby, she gives you an angry look “Scott” you say breathlessly, “I’m Shelby, what do I look like him?” She says with her usual snarky tone you’re unable to catch “Yeah a little bit” you say…. she rolls her eyes and continues stirring the pizza dough, you make a quick mental note it’s pizza for dinner. “Wait Shelby, where’s Scott?” You try again. “I haven’t seen him” you leave disappointment written all over your features, leaning against the door and sighing… until you spot golden curly locks, again your legs take you to him before you can stop it.

“Scott!” He looks up from his already burnt marshmallow, he wants to be indifferent but he can’t, he’s hurt and mutter a quiet “Yeah?” You sit next to him and the look in his face switches from confusion to curiosity…

“It was my first kiss” your sudden blurt out catches him off guard, “I’m sorry” he says, “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting it” he looks down again. “Why did you kiss me?” He’s honestly surprised you had the audacity to ask, he’s not really good with words, that why he’s impulsive rather than not to. "Well" he said nervously, he didn't really know what to say exactly, "I uh-" Scott paused for a minute, and felt his cheeks get red as he thought about the true answer to your question, "I guess I just..." Your pretty eyes look up expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. “I guess I just felt something and I I got carried away” and impulse…. That’s it, there’s nothing benhind it but pure hormones.

“So you don’t like me then?” Now it’s his turn to look up at you, he’s flushed, and he’s so pretty up close, he has pouty lips, it makes sense, his lashes are long, his blue eyes look unfamiliar now, it’s because his staring is soft instead of the usual frown he has… “Why does it matter?”

“It’s important, please” he wants to look away but you hold his face and unconsciously nuzzles against your touch.. your gaze switches between his eyes and lips “I want to kiss you, but I don’t know how” you confess… Scott wastes no time in closing the gap between your lips, he holds your arm gently to keep you in place, his lips move softly against yours, it last no more than 5 seconds but it’s enough to leave you breathless

“Alright I do like you” he confesses

“No way!” You say sarcastically.

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hearts4skywalker · 5 months ago

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please please please 𐙚 scott barringer

❝i beg you don't embarrass me, mother fucker.❞

𐙚

warnings: whiny scott, established relationship, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n, scott calls you baby.

wc: 0.5k

SCOTT BARRINGER is by far the clingiest boy you've dated. and the whiniest. he was constantly asking for you. saying stuff like 'baby please stay here.' or 'i don't want you going out today.'

but you put up with it for whatever reason. so you already knew when the girls at horizons planned a secret sleepover, scott would insist he had to go with. to ensure you didn't miss him too much. obviously.

you had to go get scott, of course. he refused to leave his room by himself. it was dark outside, and you already in your pajama shorts, the pink ones with the tiny bow obviously, and a cliffhanger sweatshirt.

you walked towards the girls room, scott's hand in yours. "baby, why are you mad at me?" scott whined, feeling you tug on his hand, very clearly irritated. you stopped walking to turn around and face him. "i swear to god, scott. do not embarrass me."

scott whined the whole rest of the way there, obviously. it took every ounce in you to let him stay. he sat down on your bed while you sat on the floor with everyone else.

everything was going well for a while. you, shelby, jules, and daisy sat on the floor of the room, talking about random things. you thought scott had fallen asleep because he hadn't complained the whole time. until a groan was heard from your bed.

you rolled your eyes, standing up. "what is it, scott?" you looked at him, slightly irritated. the one thing you'd asked was for him to not embarrass you. and look where you were.

scott held one of your pillows to his chest. "i'm bored." he whined. and why wouldn't he be? you're attention was not on him. he was pouting. fucking pouting. you rolled your eyes, walking over to the little stand next to your bed. you handed him a magazine, then sat back on the ground.

that kept him occupied for a solid eight minutes. a record. "baby i'm bored." scott whined from your bed again. "get another magazine." you told him, not looking at him.

scott groaned at your words. "i don't wanna read a fuckin magazine." he complained. of course he was complaining. you chewed the inside of your mouth, clearly irritated with your boyfriend. "m'kay. 'scuse me." you mumbled, standing up.

you grabbed scott's arm, dragging him outside. scott's hands went to your hips, but you so rudely swatted his hands away. "bab-" he started to whine but you cut him off.

"scott, i asked you for one thing. one tiny thing. why are you being difficult?" you called him out, waiting for him to say something. he didn't. he just pouted. you sighed. "if i let you lay your head in my lap will you stop bitching?" you did not have to offer that to scott twice.

so that's how you ended up back on the floor. scott laid on his back, staring up while you played with his hair, still talking to your friends. and that's what scott wanted.

and scott barringer, being as spoiled as he is, got whatever he wanted.

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delqcate · 7 months ago

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hi angel!!! im aware of how super busy you are rn, but I can't get like frenemies scott barringer and reader out of my head, imagine it, like he's so annoyed by everything she does, she's the total opposite of him, sweet and kind, but also the sarcastic angry feminist, and he's the self-righteous football captain arsehole.

But no matter what he does, she's constantly stuck in his head, and it's kinda like the song "you look so pretty, pretty like the sun, i could watch forever while you shine on everyone" and he's so in love and a little insecure, which he covers up with this pompous arrogant fboy persona

anyways, you're writing gives me life more than anything! when i first discovered your flannel shirt fic on scott, i became obsessed and stalked your profile and obsessively read through all your fanfics, hayden characters or not, I read them all, and im head over heels in love w u :) you genuinely write the best fluff ever, like your my favourite blog for fluff, like don't get me wrong smut is cute and that, but god i would kill for some forehead kisses and hayden fluff

because i love you.

scott barringer x reader

anon you own my whole heart ilysm!!! you're soso incredibly sweet and being your favorite fluff writer??? such an incredible honor 🥹 i'm sorry it took me a while to get to writing this and i feel so bad cause i feel like i just didn't have enough inspiration for this so it's all messy but I hope it's still good. scott and shelby don't get together here but they're still good friends

summary: you and scott don't necessarily hate each other, but you can't tolerate both that much either. after a plan gone wrong, turns out there's a reason why.

warnings/cw: swearing, kissing (i don't know if that's warnings but yeah), fluff fluff fluff

word count: 1.9k

Where does Scott even begin with you? The Cliffhanger's sweetheart, the epitome of the sun in this hell hole, is his friend. Well, sort of.

Because every time he was near you, it felt like he was constantly basking in the sun, yet at the same time, he was warmed up by everything you did, from your smile to your voice. It was almost like he was constantly taunted.

He couldn't get enough of you, though. You were everything he's ever wanted—the warmth and love of another—and yet he still seems to be pushing you away.

But then that all changes when a little surprise is left on one of the class boards one morning when Scott and the other Cliffhangers are called to meet up with Peter and Sophie.

Scott walks into the classroom, wearing a sweater he just threw on due to the cold, and looks at the board in confusion. "Morp? Wh-what's a morp?" His brow was furrowed, and he frankly didn't care too much about decoding it until Auggie followed from behind him. "Oh, cool, a prom?"

Scott looks at Auggie, realizing everyone else is inside already. His eyes land on you, and he suddenly can't focus on anything but you. Everyone was taking a seat, and it took him a moment to realize you sat with him until a hand waved at his face.

"Scott, y'there?" Your voice rings out, and he looks at you, his face brooding as always. "Why? What's up?" He clears his throat and focuses his gaze on you. Despite hating you, he seems to be interested in what you have to say. Probably just sucking it up so it would be over.

You look at him, and suddenly you find yourself drawn to his eyes. Do they seem more blue than usual lately, or have they always been this way? But you don't have time to ponder about that because now it’s his turn to snap you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, are you there?" He gives you a small smirk, and you playfully roll your eyes. “Yeah, sorry,” you say, clearing your throat and resting your head on your palm. “Sophie and Peter paired us for morp planning.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he immediately covers them up with his emotionless stare again. “Why us? ," he asks, sounding annoyed. “Dunno,” you reply. “Probably ‘to build a stronger relationship between us’,” you say, playfully mocking what Peter constantly tells everyone whenever there’s a team activity.

He let out a soft scoff but couldn't help but let a smirk form on his lips. He was starting to let his guard down, something he rarely does around people; besides Shelby, she relates to him more than anyone. "Yeah, all that bullshit."

You nod and chuckle, watching as he bounces his leg, a habit you share with him. "All we have to do is plan the music, so it shouldn't be too bad. They're letting us use Peter's office and a couple more gadgets, I think." You shrug, but all you could think of was Scott.

Spending time alone with him in a room for days on end sounded both eventful and terrifying. But at least it was him instead of anyone else; at least you could get some peace and quiet for once.

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It had been days since you and Scott were assigned to make the playlist, and despite the bickering and constant grogginess you two would feel the next day, it was bearable. It caused something in Scott to brew—something he thought he could keep in, but it was just waiting to burst.

Scott dragged Shelby away to a corner in the common room—not the best place to have a private conversation, but it'll do.

"Let me guess," Shelby starts, her gaze landing on Ophelia talking to Peter and back at Scott. "You need advice to ask her out?" Scott scrunches up his face, annoyed but thinking about it. "Well, yeah," he says after a moment.

She chuckles and looks over at you again, trying to think of anything. "Morp's tomorrow, Scott. How are you sure Auggie or someone else asked her out?" Scott suddenly seemed upset at the thought, however. "You think Auggie has more of a chance than me?" His angry question was a little too loud, loud enough to catch your attention, at least.

Shelby quickly looks away and narrows her eyes at Scott, slapping his arm playfully. "Will you keep it down, you idiot?" He whines and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at you from afar. "How am I ever going to ask her out? I'm just the cocky football star, a pompous asshole fuckboy. Every bad thing you could think of."

She sighs and moves closer, taking his hand and watching his expression before continuing, "Sure, you can be a complete asshole." He scoffs and looks at the floor. "Great way to start that off," he muttered. She rolls her eyes and continues with, "But all that matters is what they think of you. You wanna go all out and be stupid with your promposal? Go ahead. I'll be there every stupid step in the way."

He moves his gaze on her and mutters, "Stop calling me stupid. But, thanks."

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The plan was perfect. You and Shelby would be hanging out together, saying some good stuff about Scott, and Scott would play football with Auggie. Auggie would throw the ball at you, and he would save you. He would tie that to some smooth way to ask you out, but he would worry about that later. What was the worst that could happen?

Scott watches nervously as Shelby and you sit at the bleachers, taking a deep breath as Shelby discreetly nods and Scott starts to play. Your gaze moves to Scott, and a small smile grows on your face. Seeing Scott play football was cute to you. Despite being an ex-football captain, he still never lost his love for the sport, and you admire him for that.

Shelby notices your stare and chuckles, looking at Scott and back at you. "You eyeing Scott?" Your cheeks heat up and your eyes land on her, shaking your head as your face gets all flushed up. "No- well yeah, but not in that way! He's my friend; I just want to watch him."

Your gaze moves back to the two boys playing, and you swear you saw Scott wink at you, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you; he probably got something in his eye.

But you didn't even have time to think because the football started flying towards you, and Scott's amazing plan came crashing down as soon as the ball hit him right in the face.

"Scott!" You yell out and rush down to him with Shelby. He lets out a loud groan and covers his face. He's never felt so much pain and embarrassment before. "Auggie, fuck!" He groans out. "I didn't mean to, I- I'm sorry!" Auggie frowns and looks at the two, watching as you take Scott into your arms and prop your leg up for him to rest on.

"Shit- Scott, move your hand." You frown and try to move his hand, watching as a crowd of people form, someone rushing to grab Peter. Scott whines and shakes his head, saying something about how it really hurt, but it's muffled from his hands.

"C'mon, please? I swear the pain will be gone soon; I need to see how bad it is." You were trying to stay calm for the both of you, and after a moment, he moves his hands away to reveal a bleeding nose and some tears.

You wince and help him stand up. With the help of Shelby and Auggie, you guys safely bring him to the girls rooms and onto your bed, hurrying off to the bathroom while the two find something that could help Scott besides a wet rag.

You return to him on the bed and move his hand away. A small hiss escapes you, and you start to clean him up. The silence was killing you after a while, so you mumbled out, "That was stupid, y'know?"

He looks at you with an annoyed expression and scoffs, trying not to move too much as you clean his nose and check if it is broken. "Well, I'm sorry for saving your life," he says sarcastically, clearly upset that you didn't appreciate him saving you. Maybe his plan was just stupid.

"I mean, I appreciate it, but look at you now." You frown and place the rag on your side table, grabbing some tissues to clean the spot better. "Why'd you do it? Ruin your oh-so-perfect face for me?" He smirks and looks at you. "You like my face, huh?" You roll your eyes, and he lets out a small laugh as you punch his arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He lets his laughter die down and listens to the two of you breathing. It calmed him down to hear your breath, especially because he definitely needed to calm down. He took a deep breath and calmly let out, "Because I love you."

You stop your arm and move your gaze from his nose to his gaze, which was locked onto yours. You couldn't tell if it was because he was frozen in embarrassment or because he wanted to show you he really meant it; either way, it left you shocked.

How does he like you? He's made it very clear that he has some hatred towards you , so it didn't make sense. "But the way you act around me—" he quickly interrupted you. "It's because I'm insecure." He sighs and looks down at his hands, feeling the embarrassment creep up on him.

"You're just so- so gorgeous. You make everyone smile and laugh; it's like the goddamn sun. You shine so bright, and I can't help but feel this jealousy towards you because everyone gets to experience all of that." Although he didn't outright say it, it was clear to you that he was jealous, and it was incredibly adorable.

You let out a soft laugh, and at first he thought you were laughing at him, but a small smile formed on his lips when he realized you were laughing with him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel like I shine brighter when I'm with you. You make me sparkle, I guess."

He chuckles and moves a little closer, sensing the change in tension, and he was sure you did too because you moved closer. "Sparkle, huh? What are you, a vampire?" He smirks and wraps his arm around you, making you roll your eyes and cup his cheek. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." He smirks wider and kisses you gently, immediately crash-landing into heaven as soon as he feels your lips. They were soft and felt heavenly, just like he imagined. The kiss grew deeper but didn't last too long as someone threw a box of bandages at them.

Scott pulls away in annoyance but quickly gets flustered as soon as he sees Shelby and Auggie; he completely forgets they were coming back. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" Shelby smirks and moves her gaze between Scott and you. "But do us all a favor and get a room, will you?"

You let out a small chuckle and quickly helped Scott clean up, hearing the pair's footsteps as they headed outside. Despite both of you being complete opposites, Something told you it would all work out in the long run.

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speaknow-sw · 21 days ago

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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦

24/10/2024, Prompt : Crossdressing, Sex Toys & Spanking with Scott Barringer

A/N : mdni, consensual non-con, spanking, sex toys, crossdressing, slight mindbreaking, feminization. Fourth fic guys, this one is FUCKING LONG but that bratty sub Scott deserved his fic too ! Poor baby, he just need to feel safe and and loved :(

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜

Scott lounged against the back of the chair, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He had been testing your patience all evening, pushing boundaries, his remarks sharp and teasing. You stood in front of him, arms folded, your gaze unwavering, no longer entertained by his little game.

"You think this is funny?" Your voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it that made him glance up, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Scott shrugged, his smirk widening. "What? You’re the one getting all worked up."

You took a slow step toward him, your eyes never leaving his. The room seemed to grow smaller, the tension thickening as your presence filled the space. He straightened slightly, the shift in your demeanor finally catching his attention.

"You’ve been acting like a brat all night, Scott. And I think it’s time you learn why that’s not going to work with me."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the look in your eyes silenced him. You stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you. Your voice dropped lower, firm and controlled, as you leaned in.

"I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with."

For the first time that night, Scott’s smirk faltered. His pulse quickened as the air between them shifted. Whatever game he had been playing was over now. You weren’t angry—no, this was something else entirely. Something far more commanding.

He swallowed, unsure for the first time how to respond. You smiled then, slow and deliberate, leaning even closer.

"Now, are you ready to behave?" You asked, your voice silk over steel, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

« Take your costume. Panty, bralette, stockings and garters included. I want everything » You snarled

Scott's breath caught in his throat as he heard your command. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes widening in shock. The room suddenly felt stiflingly hot, the air thick with tension.

He glanced down at his hands, clasped tightly in his lap, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Swallowing hard, he met your gaze, his blue eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Y-you want me to... to put that on? Now?" His voice was barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The idea of wearing women's lingerie, of exposing himself like that, made his heart race.

But even as his mind reeled, he found himself nodding, almost imperceptibly. There was a part of him that craved this, that wanted to submit to your every whim. He had always been drawn to you, to your strength and confidence. And now, here you were, demanding his complete obedience.

"Yes, miss," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I'll do whatever you say."

He reached for the bag containing the lingerie, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled out the delicate garments. The panties were sheer and lacy, the bralette barely more than a scrap of fabric. The stockings were silk, with intricate garters to hold them up.

Scott stood slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he faced you. He held the lingerie up, his eyes meeting yours questioningly.

"Where... where do you want me to change?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

Scott stood there, holding the lingerie, his body trembling slightly as he awaited your response. The sheer material of the panties and bralette felt foreign in his hands, a stark contrast to the clothes he was used to wearing. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment and anticipation.

He glanced around the room, searching for a place to change. The bed, the dresser, even the closet door – everywhere he looked, his eyes kept returning to you, taking in the intensity of your gaze. It was as if you were seeing right through him, reading his thoughts and feelings.

"In front of you, miss?" he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. The thought of stripping down in your presence, of revealing himself completely, made his heart race even faster. But he knew better than to disobey your command.

Slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his pale, smooth skin, and tossed it aside. Next, he unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Now clad only in his boxers, Scott felt more exposed than ever before. He stood there, vulnerable and uncertain, his eyes locked on yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, the hunger that made his body ache with longing.

He shimmied out of his boxer, his cock already semi-hard from the thrill of submitting to you. He stepped into the lacy panties, pulling them up his thighs and settling them around his waist. The material was so sheer that he could feel the air against his skin, making him shiver.

Next, he slipped on the bralette, adjusting it so that his chest was pushed up and displayed for your viewing pleasure. As he reached for the stockings, his hands shook slightly, the anticipation building within him. He rolled each one up his leg, fastening the garters to hold them in place.

Your eyes racked in his body hungrily. « Such a good girl » You purred as you pushed him on the bed « Now, now, now… you were acting like a little brat earlier. Being mean, being provocative, swearing …doing anything you wanted. » You chuckled taking out a box. « Now, choose some sextoys for your punishment. »

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the bed beneath him, his body sinking into the soft mattress. He looked up at you, confusion and excitement swirling in his gaze. Your words washed over him, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Being mean? Swearing ?" he repeated, his voice uncertain. It was almost too easy, too tempting. The brat in him, the rebellious streak that had gotten him into trouble all night, surged forward.

"Fuck that," he spat, his blue eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not your fucking doll, you know. I don't want to be punished."

He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest, the movement causing the lacy bralette to shift slightly. The sheer panties rode up his thighs as he moved, exposing even more of his pale, smooth skin.

"You can't make me do shit," he continued, his voice growing louder, more aggressive. "I'm not gonna be your little bitch, no matter what you say."

Despite his words, there was a glint in his eye, a hint of mischief that belied his true feelings. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power dynamic shifting between you.

His gaze fell to the box in your hands, and he licked his lips unconsciously. He knew what was inside, knew the kinds of toys that could bring him to his knees. But he wasn't about to admit that.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to be?" he sneered, gesturing towards the box. "Some kind of sick punishment? Well, I don't fucking want it. I'm not into that shit."

Even as he spoke, he could feel his cock twitch in the confines of the sheer panties. The thrill of defying you, of pushing your buttons, was intoxicating. He wanted to see how far he could go, wanted to test the limits of your patience.

"You know what? Fuck you," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I'm done being your little puppet. I'm not gonna do what you want, no matter how much you try to make me."

You gripped his hair pushing his head against the mattress. « Choose some toys » You snarled angrily « Brat » You tsk-ed

Scott gasped as you gripped his hair, forcing his head against the mattress. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending a jolt through his body. He could feel the roughness of the sheets against his skin, the cool air hitting his exposed flesh.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He knew he was pushing you, testing your limits. But the thrill of it, the danger, was too intoxicating to resist.

Reluctantly, he reached for the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it. Inside were an array of toys, each one more intimidating than the last. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, and restraints all stared back at him, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.

He picked up a small vibrator, turning it over in his hands. It was sleek and black, with a tapered tip that looked like it could bring him to his knees. He tossed it onto the bed beside him, reaching for something else.

Next, he chose a pair of leather cuffs, running his fingers over the soft material. They were adjustable, with a sturdy buckle that would keep him restrained no matter how much he struggled. He set those aside as well, his mind racing with the possibilities.

As he rummaged through the box, he could feel your eyes on him, watching his every move. The intensity of your gaze made him shiver, made his skin prickle with goosebumps. He knew he was putting on a show, knew that every toy he chose was another step towards his own punishment.

But he couldn't stop himself. The brat in him, the part that craved attention and control, refused to be silenced. He continued to select toys, each one more daring than the last. A paddle with raised bumps, a dildo that looked impossibly large, a blindfold that promised to take away his sight and leave him at your mercy.

When he was finished, he tossed the box aside, the contents scattered across the bed. He looked up at you, his blue eyes defiant, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"There," he said, his voice rough and challenging. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? To see me becoming your little bitch ?"

Scott's heart raced as he lay there, surrounded by the toys he had chosen. He could see the anger in your eyes, the frustration that radiated from you like a physical force. But he couldn't bring himself to apologize, couldn't find the words to take back his defiant actions.

He knew he was playing with fire, knew that his behavior would only lead to more intense consequences. But the thrill of it, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, was too powerful to ignore.

As you loomed over him, he could feel the heat of your body, the tension in the air between you. His skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert. He wanted to know what would come next, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance.

"Go on then," he taunted, his voice low and husky. "Show me what happens when I'm a bad girl."

He arched his back slightly, pressing his body against the toys scattered across the bed. The cool metal of the vibrator pressed against his cheek, the leather cuffs brushing against his wrists. He could feel the weight of the paddle, the promise of pain that it carried.

"I'm ready," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "Do your worst."

"Little bitch." You spat taking his wrists and cuffing them behind his back. Next, you took the blindfold and wrapped it around his head. "I don’t like this. You choose things too easy. Let’s spice it. I bet you can take it like the good little slut you are." You seethed taking a spreading bar out of the box and clasped it to his stockings-clad ankles, making it impossible for him to close his legs. "Which gag do you want, beautiful ? The ball one or the ring one ?" You chuckled.

Scott's breath hitched as he felt the cold metal of the cuffs click shut around his wrists, binding them tightly behind his back. The sudden loss of mobility sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

He squirmed slightly as you knotted the blindfold around his head, plunging him into darkness. The lack of sight heightened his other senses, making him hyperaware of every touch, every sound. He could hear your breathing, feel the heat of your body as you moved around him.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice muffled by the blindfold. The word was barely audible, but he knew you heard it. He knew you could sense his fear, his anticipation, his desperate need for more.

As you attached the spreading bar to his ankles, he let out a soft whine. The cold metal against his skin made him gasp, his body instinctively trying to close his legs. But the bar held them apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

He could feel the cool air on his most intimate parts, could feel the dampness beginning to form at the top of his cock, soaking the thin panty. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of embarrassment and arousal that made his head spin.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling slightly. " Fuck, none of them."

He didn't want to admit it, didn't want to give in to the desire that coursed through him. But he knew that the ball gag would muffle his cries, would keep him from begging for mercy or pleading for more. It would leave him completely at your mercy, completely under your control.

He knew he was powerless to stop you, knew that he had brought this upon himself with his bratty behavior. And yet, a part of him reveled in the submission, in the knowledge that he was completely at your mercy.

You shoved the ball gag in his mouth and clasped it behind his head, patting his head. "Good girl," You purred before gripping his hair. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?"

Scott's eyes widened as he felt the ball gag press against his lips, his mouth stretching wide to accommodate the intrusion. The taste of rubber filled his mouth, the flavor foreign and slightly bitter. As you fastened the straps behind his head, he let out a muffled whimper, the sound barely audible over the thundering of his own heart.

He could feel your hand on his head, stroking his hair in a way that should have been comforting but only served to heighten his anxiety. Your words, spoken in that sickeningly sweet tone, made his skin crawl.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to shake his head, to pull away from your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy.

As you gripped his hair, tugging sharply, he couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain. The sensation shot through him, making his toes curl and his body arch involuntarily. He hated the way his body responded to your touch, hated the way his cock twitched in the confines of the sheer panties.

"Nmph!" he whined, his voice rising in pitch. He knew he was being a brat, knew that his behavior would only earn him more punishment. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't stop the needy whimpers and pathetic pleas that spilled from his lips.

He wanted to beg you to stop, to release him from this torment. But he also wanted more, wanted to feel the full force of your dominance, your control. He was caught in a cycle of pain and pleasure, of fear and desire, and he couldn't see a way out.

You shook his head I asked you a question. "Aren’t you a whiny little bitch ?" You snarled. Scott's head snapped back as you shook it roughly, the motion sending a jolt of pain through his neck. He let out a muffled whine, the sound barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.

He knew what you wanted to hear, knew that you expected him to admit his own weakness, his own submission. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't utter the words that would seal his fate.

"Mmph!" he protested, his voice rising in pitch as he tried to shake his head. But the cuffs held him firmly in place, his movements restricted, his body completely at your mercy.

He could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes, could feel the humiliation burning in his cheeks. He hated the way you were treating him, hated the way you were making him feel. But he also knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment.

As you continued to hold his head, your grip tightening, he felt a wave of panic wash over him. He was trapped, helpless, completely at your mercy. And he had no idea what you had in store for him next.

He tried to speak, to plead with you, to beg for mercy. But the gag muffled his words, leaving him unable to communicate, unable to express his desperation.

"Nmph!" he whimpered, his voice breaking as he struggled against the restraints. He wanted to break free, to escape this nightmare. But he knew it was futile, knew that he was powerless to stop you.

As the tears began to fall, trailing down his cheeks, he finally understood the depth of his submission, the extent of his own weakness. He was a whiny little bitch, just as you had said. And he would pay the price for his bratty behavior, no matter how much it hurt.

You saw him cry "Shhh, no babygirl, don’t cry. Don’t waste your pretty tears. Please, sweet things…" You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott's body trembled as he felt your lips on his skin, your gentle kisses a stark contrast to the rough treatment he had received moments before. He was confused, torn between the desire to push you away and the longing to give in to your touch.

As you continued to kiss him, your soft words washing over him like a soothing balm, he felt his resolve crumbling. He wanted to believe you, wanted to trust in your kindness, in the love you claimed to have for him.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He tried to turn his face away, to escape the tenderness of your touch, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. He was trapped, forced to endure the onslaught of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

He could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. But he couldn't stop them, couldn't control the flood of emotions that surged through him. He was tired, exhausted from the constant battle between his desire for submission and his need for control.

As your lips found his, he let out a soft moan, his body melting into yours despite his best efforts to resist. He knew he was giving in, knew that he was surrendering to your dominance. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't fight the magnetic pull that drew him to you.

In that moment, he realized that he needed you, needed your guidance, your love, and your control. He was your little girl, your whiny little bitch, and he would embrace that identity, no matter what it cost him.

As you continued to kiss him, your hands roaming over his body, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was safe, protected, and loved. And he would do anything to keep that feeling, to stay in your good graces.

"Mmmmph," he moaned again, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted you to take control, to show him the depths of his submission, to make him feel alive.

He knew that he had brought this upon himself, that his bratty behavior had only earned him more punishment. But he also knew that he deserved it, that he needed to be reminded of his place

"I’m gonna take care of you baby, this is a punishment but it’s also my way to love you. I love you baby, you’re safe…" You cooed, stroking his cheek. You took the paddle and slowly turned him on his stomach. "The punishment is almost finished sweetheart, almost. I just need to spank you for you to understand the extent of my forgiveness. Ten little slaps and it’ll be over, try to count okay little one ?" You crooned.

Scott's heart raced as he felt your hand on his cheek, your soothing words washing over him like a warm embrace. He knew that the punishment was coming, knew that he had earned it with his bratty behavior. But in that moment, he also knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that the pain would be worth it in the end.

As you turned him on his stomach, he could feel the cool sheets against his skin, the roughness of the fabric a reminder of his vulnerability. He tried to brace himself for the impact, to steel himself against the pain, but he knew it was futile. He was completely at your mercy, and he would have to endure whatever you had in store for him.

"Mmmph!" he whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for mercy, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew that it was too late. The only thing he could do now was accept his punishment, to count the slaps and hope that they would be enough to satisfy your anger.

He felt the paddle against his skin, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat of his body. And then, without warning, the first slap landed. The pain was sharp, intense, and he couldn't help but gasp, his body arching involuntarily.

One.

The second slap came quickly, the sting even worse than the first. He bit down on the gag, trying to muffle his cries, but it was no use. The tears flowed freely, his body shaking with each blow.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

By the time he reached five, his bottom was throbbing, the pain radiating throughout his entire body. But he didn't dare stop counting, didn't dare disobey your command. He knew that he had to see this through, had to prove to you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

With the final slap, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had done it, had endured the punishment and counted each blow as you had instructed. He knew that he

Scott's body trembled as the last slap landed, the pain coursing through him like a wildfire. He wanted to collapse, to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. But he knew that he couldn't, that he had to stay strong, to show you that he could handle whatever you threw at him.

As he lay there, his face pressed against the mattress, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, the saltiness stinging his eyes. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, but he also felt a sense of relief, a sense of accomplishment. He had done what you asked, had counted each slap, and had proven his devotion to you.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice raw and hoarse from the gag. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, but he still couldn't help the way his body shook, the way his heart raced.

He could feel your presence beside him, could sense the warmth of your body, the tenderness in your touch. And as you gently stroked his hair, he felt a wave of love wash over him, a love so deep and profound that it brought him to tears once more. "You’re so…beautiful, all dolled up for me. Pretty little thing." You whispered, caressing his curls.

In that moment, he knew that he would do anything for you, that he would endure any punishment, any pain, just to feel this way, to know that he was loved, cherished, and protected.

Scott's body relaxed as you unclasped the spreading bar and removed the cuffs from his wrists. The sudden freedom was overwhelming, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew that the punishment was over, that he had been forgiven, and he couldn't help but melt into your embrace as you cradled him in your arms. The blindfold went out too, but he chose to keep his eyes closed.

He whimpered, his voice soft and vulnerable as you stroked his hair and hummed softly. He could feel the love and tenderness in your touch, could sense the affection in your words. And as you called him a sweetheart, praised him for his obedience, he felt a sense of pride swell within him.

He had done it, had endured the pain, the humiliation, and the fear, all for the sake of your love. And now, as he lay in your arms, feeling your warmth and protection envelop him, he knew that it had all been worth it.

As you continued to stroke his hair, your fingers gently massaging his scalp, he felt his eyes growing heavy. The exhaustion of the past few hours was catching up with him, and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep, safe and secure in your embrace.

Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard your voice, soft and soothing as you praised him for his beauty. "Shhh, sweet girl, you were so good, so good for me. Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Look at you, all pretty."

You took a pink dildo and a little one with a jewel. "You deserve a reward sweet girl. Choose one to go inside." You purred.

Scott's eyes fluttered open at the sound of your voice, his gaze falling upon the two dildos you held in your hands. He couldn't believe that after everything he had endured, you were offering him a reward, a chance to find pleasure in the midst of his pain.

He looked from one dildo to the other, trying to decide which one he wanted. The pink one was larger, thicker, and he knew that it would stretch him in ways he had never experienced before. The other, with its sparkling jewel, was smaller and more delicate, but no less enticing.

"Mmmph," he whimpered, his voice muffled by the gag. He wanted to ask for your guidance, to let you choose for him, but he also knew that this was his reward, his moment to assert his desires.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he reached out and took the pink dildo, his fingers wrapping around the smooth, silicone shaft. It was heavier than he had expected, and he could feel the weight of it in his hand, the promise of the pleasure it would bring.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, silently asking for permission, for your approval. He needed to know that he had made the right choice, that he was still worthy of your love and affection.

As you smiled down at him, nodding your approval, he felt a surge of excitement course through his body. He was ready for this, ready to experience the pleasure that only you could give him.

He laid back on the bed, his legs falling open in an invitation, a silent plea for you to take control, to guide him through this new experience. He trusted you, believed in you, and he knew that you would make this moment unforgettable.

With the gag still in place, he could only whimper and moan, his body already trembling with anticipation. He was yours, completely and utterly, and he was ready to embrace the pleasure that awaited him.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea for more. He wanted to feel you inside him, to be filled and stretched and claimed by you. He wanted to feel safe, to be your little girl. You stroked his ass. "On all fours, ass up, sweetheart."

Scott's body trembled with anticipation as he heard your command, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He wanted to please you, to show you just how obedient he could be, and he knew that this was his chance to prove himself.

With a soft whimper, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, presenting his ass to you as you had requested. The cool air on his exposed skin made him shiver, and he could feel his hole clenching in anticipation.

He heard you move behind him, could sense your presence, and he waited, breath bated, for your touch. When your fingers finally brushed against his entrance, he let out a soft moan, his body arching into your hand, desperate for more.

You teased him, your fingers circling his hole, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. He could feel his arousal growing, his cock twitching and hardening as you worked him over. He wanted to beg you for more, to demand that you fill him, but he knew that he had to be patient, to wait for your signal.

And then, just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, he felt the dildo pressing against his entrance. He braced himself, his muscles tensing, as you slowly pushed the toy inside him. The stretch was intense, but not painful, and he could feel every inch of the dildo as it slid deeper into his body.

"Mmmph," he moaned, his voice muffled by the gag. He could feel the weight of the toy inside him, the way it filled and stretched him, and he knew that he was exactly where he belonged.

As you began to move the dildo in and out, he could feel his body adjusting to the sensation, his walls clenching and relaxing around the toy. He loved the way it felt, the way it made him feel so full and complete.

He looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for more. He wanted to be used, to be taken, to feel your dominance over him. And as you continued to fuck him with the dildo, he knew that he was getting exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed.

You unfastened the gag. "Here, you can whimper and moan all you want, sweet girl." You smoothed his stockings and strapped the sleek black vibrator on his cute little leaking cock. "Now, just enjoy little one."

Scott gasped as the gag was removed, his mouth suddenly free to express all the whines and moans that had been building up inside him. He couldn't contain himself, letting out a series of high-pitched chirps and whimpers as you stroked his stockinged legs, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

"Ahhh! Mmmph! Ohhh!" he cried out, his voice raspy and needy. The vibrations from the toy against his sensitive cock only heightened his pleasure, making him squirm and writhe under your touch.

He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, with the dildo buried deep inside him and the vibrator buzzing against his most intimate parts. But instead of feeling ashamed, he reveled in it - in being your plaything, your little girl to use and pleasure as you saw fit.

"Please, Miss! More, more!" Scott begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about his pride. "I need it, I need you!"

His hips bucked involuntarily, trying to grind against the vibrator. The dual sensations of fullness and stimulation were driving him crazy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Ahhh! I'm... I'm gonna..." Scott panted, his face flushed and eyes rolling back. He was so close, teetering right on the brink of a mind-blowing climax.

But he hesitated, remembering his place. He couldn't cum without your permission.

"Please Miss, can I? Can I cum for you?" Scott whined desperately, looking back at you with big, pleading eyes. "I wanna be a good girl!"

"Do you, really ? Are you a good girl ? Develop your answer, sweetheart, I want a whole fucking essay." You stroked his white inner thighs.

Scott whimpered and squirmed under your touch, the sensation of your fingers gliding along his frilly stockings making his skin tingle with need. He wanted to be a good girl, wanted to please you in every way possible, but the temptation to let go and give in to the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

"Y-yes, Miss," he stammered, his voice breathy and high-pitched. "I want to be your good girl. I want to make you proud."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words to express the depth of his desire. "I know I've been bad, I know I've disobeyed you and caused trouble. But I'm trying, Miss. I'm trying so hard to be better, to be the perfect little girl you deserve."

Scott's hips twitched, the vibrator against his cock making it difficult to focus. But he pushed through the haze of pleasure, determined to prove himself to you.

"I want to be good for you, Miss," he continued, his voice growing stronger, more resolute. "I want to follow your rules, to do as I'm told, to make you happy. I know I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it. Every day, I'm trying to be the best version of myself, the version that deserves your love and affection."

He looked back at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Please, Miss. Tell me what I need to do to be your good girl. I'll do anything, endure anything, as long as it means I can please you. I just want to make you proud, to be the perfect little girl you see in me."

Scott's body trembled with the effort of holding back his orgasm, the vibrator pushing him to the brink. But he knew that he couldn't cum until he had your permission, until he had proven himself worthy of such a gift.

"I'm trying, Miss," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm trying so hard. Please, tell me I'm doing okay. Tell me I'm being a good girl."

You couldn’t resist how cute he was being. "Shh you’re a good girl. You can cum, sweet thing." You cooed kissing all over his face.

Scott felt a wave of relief wash over him as you praised him, your words like a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He knew that he had done well, that he had pleased you, and the knowledge filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

And then, when you gave him permission to cum, his body responded instantly. The coil of tension that had been building inside him for so long finally snapped, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Ahhh! Oh god, Miss!" Scott cried out, his voice high and breathy as the orgasm crashed over him. His cock twitched and pulsed, the vibrator sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his entire body.

He could feel his cum spilling out onto the sheets, his hips jerking and twitching with each wave of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, his body trembling and shaking as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.

Through it all, he could feel your lips on his face, your kisses soft and gentle, a contrast to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He knew that he was safe, that he was loved, and that he was exactly where he belonged.

As the orgasm finally began to subside, Scott collapsed forward onto the bed, his body limp and spent. He could feel your arms around him, holding him close, and he knew that he was home.

"Thank you, Miss," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for everything I’m sorry for being a brat earlier."

He knew that he would never be able to repay you for all that you had done for him, for all the love and care you had shown him. But he also knew that he would spend the rest of his life trying, that he would do anything and everything to make you happy.

Because that's what good girls do. That's what he was, and always would be - your perfect little girl, your devoted and loyal companion, ready and willing to serve you in any way you desired.

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