#scott barringer drabble

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PARENTING AN EGG..

The biology class was filled to the brim with laughter and groans of your classmates as the teacher handed out eggs, each delicately marked with a student’s name. The assignment? Care for your «child» for a week. No cracks, no breaks, or it’s an automatic fail. And, of course, you had been paired with one of the most unpredictable boys in school—making it a great challenge to make it through

Nerd!Anakin

Anakin’s face lit up when he was handed your egg. Working with you was his dearest dream. He adjusted his glasses and immediately cradled the small, fragile «child» like it was made of gold. By the time class ended, his mother had already texted him asking for updates, and he proudly told her about the assignment, and you. The next morning, she’d sent him to school with a knitted egg-cozy, complete with a little handle so Anakin could wear it around his neck like a baby carrier.

"This is Eggwin," Anakin announced when he met you outside the classroom the next day. "Named after Edwin Hubble, the astronomer. I think it’s fitting, don’t you?"

You nodded, biting back a smile as he carefully unwrapped the little package to reveal Eggwin nestled in cotton. He’d even drawn a tiny, smiling face on it. You'd kiss Anakin's cheek, knowing that he would protect that egg's life more than his own.

Yet, Ani was impossible. He refused to let you carry Eggwin anywhere without a carrier, claiming that it was his duty as a father to protect him. He brought it to lunch, set it on a napkin beside him, and even whispered soft reassurances to it when the class got too rowdy. By the third day, he’d started asking you things like, "Do you think we’re doing enough tummy time? I read it’s important for motor skills."

And, of course, Eggwin came with him to sleepovers. When you teased him about how seriously he was taking the assignment, he pushed up his glasses, cheeks pink, and muttered, "I just want to do this right."

SAM MONROE

Sam took one look at the egg and groaned. "This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen." So, it only made you more confident that you'd be the one to take care of this delicate egg. But after all the classes, he was waiting for you by your locker, actually asking you to give him the egg. To which of course you agreed, after threatening him if he ever dared to break the egg.

Yet, by the end of the first day, your egg had jet-black sharpie hair and eyeliner streaked down the sides. "If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way," Sam grumbled, spinning the egg between his fingers like a drumstick. He named it ‘Gerard’ after Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance and refused to let you wipe off the eyeliner because "it gives him personality he desperately needs"

Gerard spent most of his time tucked into the pocket of Sam’s hoodie, head peeking out just enough to give the occasional emo glare. But Sam had a soft side. You were sure of that. You’d catch him frowning when the egg rolled too far, muttering under his breath as he adjusted its "hair."

One afternoon, Gerard slipped out of Sam’s pocket and nearly cracked on the pavement. Sam’s eyes went wide as he snatched it back with shaking hands. "Shit," he muttered, cradling the egg like it was actually alive. After that, he made a little cardboard box with foam lining and carried Gerard everywhere in it.

“Don’t tell anyone I actually care, okay?” he said one night, handing you Gerard so carefully you almost melted.

Scott Barringer

He couldn’t care less about an egg—at least at first. He spent the entire first day flipping it in the air, catching it with one hand while you yelled, "Stop! You’re going to break it!" And he just smirked, catching it effortlessly.

"Relax, I’ve got this," he said, tucking the egg into his jacket pocket like it was a set of car keys.

The second day was worse. You found him bouncing it like a basketball, and it took every ounce of willpower not to strangle him. But when he saw how stressed you were, how you looked like you were about to kill him, something shifted in his brain.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try,” he sighed, setting the egg down gently on the table.

By the third day, Scott had named the egg "Junior" and started carrying it in an old beanie he tied around his neck like a sling. He didn’t take it as seriously as you wanted, but when you caught him in the library Googling "how to care for an egg baby," your heart softened.

When the week was up, Scott handed you the egg, a rare seriousness in his voice. "We did good, huh?"

Anakin Skywalker

Anakin’s reaction to the egg assignment was a mix of amusement and determination. He twirled the egg between his fingers, cocky as ever. "This? Easy. I’ve built droids from scraps—I think I can handle an egg."

But by the next morning, his competitive streak kicked in. He showed up to class with a hand-crafted egg stroller he’d made overnight. It had wheels, a harness, and even a tiny canopy.

"Meet Leia," he said proudly, gesturing to the egg sitting snugly in the contraption. "Named after—well, none. And before you ask, yes, I already installed stabilizers so she won’t roll off a table."

Anakin insisted on doing everything perfectly. He wouldn’t let you touch Leia without giving you damned instructions. And heaven forbid someone bump into him in the hallway;

"Careful! You almost took out Leia!" he snapped at a classmate, pulling the stroller closer to his chest.

At home, you found him tinkering with the stroller, adding, for you, unnecessary gadgets. "What if she needs, like, a cooling system? Or headlights for nighttime walks?" he said, not noticing your fond smile as you watched him obsess over a literal egg.

Clayton Beresford

Clayton handled the egg assignment like it was a corporate deal he would got in the future. He took one look at the egg, adjusted his shirt, and nodded solemnly. "We’ve got this,"

By day two, the egg—now named "Clara"—had its own custom pillow made from silk scraps Clayton claimed were "gentle on the shell." He carried Clara everywhere in his breast pocket, peeking in every now and then to make sure she was "comfortable."

"Parenting is about being prepared," he explained when you caught him writing a schedule for the egg’s "feeding times." He was so serious about it you didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t necessary.

But for you, the most hilarious thing was Clayton’s driver started calling Clara «Miss Egg», and even the household staff began tiptoeing around her. Clayton's mother literally giving him advices and supporting all his parenting delusions. One night, you found Clayton reading an article titled, «How to Raise a Balanced Child», nodding along like it was the Bible.

"If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right," he said, handing you a spare silk pillow for "Clara’s nap time."

James Kelly

James took one look at the egg and smirked, already thinking of ways to mess with the assignment, not taking it seriously like the rest classmates. "This is dumb. What’s the point of raising an egg? It’s not like it’ll grow into something."

But then he caught your unimpressed glare, and his teasing softened. "Alright, fine. I’ll try."

The next day, he showed up with the egg—now named «Spike»—stuffed into his leather jacket pocket. He claimed it was "protection," but you noticed how often his hand lingered over the pocket, like he was making sure the egg was still safe.

"Don’t get any ideas," he warned when you commented on how careful he was being. "I just don’t want to hear you complain if it cracks..and I want to pass this stupid biology.."

By midweek, James had drawn a skull tattoo on Spike and started referring to it as "the toughest egg in class." But he also brought you coffee every morning from school's automaton, casually sliding it across the table with a muttered, "Figured you’d need it after staying up worrying about Spike all night."

When you teased him about how soft he was secretly being, he would just roll his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Spike’s not cracking on my watch, alright?"

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[starrdream]

hey there !! i really liked your scott barringer fic, and was curious if you would be wanting to maybe write a part 2 + some extra fluff please ??

Sleepy

Scott Barringer x f!reader summary: Falling asleep on your date's shoulder. includes:fluff

Bright lights and louder sounds of the TV ended up with you falling asleep on Scott's shoulder. He was still awake, eating away at the popcorn that was 'held' in your limp hands.

It was supposed to be a date. He liked you and you agreed to watch a movie. Now what?

It had been at least an hour before he noticed.

"Y/n this movie is not scary at all, I don't know how you can watch this." He chuckled, expecting you to do the same.

You didn't.

That's when he began to panic.

But the date was going good, right? She laid her head on my shoulder that is a good sign! Did I mess up by insulting the movie? What if it was actually her favorite?

That's when he noticed, breathing a sigh of relief.

Should he wake you up?

Should he let you sleep like this? But he was uncomfortable..

With no other choice, Scott wrapped his arm around your shoulders, placing the almost empty bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He held your sleepy body carefully as he adjusted you, leaning your head on his chest.

Then, he gently lowered himself back on the couch, laying his head on the armrest and tucking you under one of his arms.

Smiling, he muted the TV and played with your hair until he fell asleep.

The next morning, he was the first to wake up.

Scott being Scott, forgot that you were on top of him and almost screamed when he tried to get up and felt your weight on him.

With a sleepy sigh he sat up, pulling you with him and praying you wouldn't wake up.

Relief washed over him when you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest instead of waking up.

For the next half hour Scott enjoyed having you in his arms. He'd play with your fingers, smile at your sleepy face, even slip a cold hand under your shirt and rub mindless patterns on your back.

Scott was content. More than content, really.

If someone had told him last week that he’d be sitting on his couch with you curled up against him, he wouldn’t have believed them. Yet, here you were, warm and soft in his arms, letting out the occasional sleepy sigh.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there just admiring you, but eventually, his stomach grumbled, reminding him that the popcorn wasn't exactly the most filling meal.

He glanced at the clock. 9:03 AM. Way too early to be thinking about moving, but his hunger was persistent.

Scott hesitated before carefully shifting his weight, trying to get more comfortable and distract his mind from hunger.

"Mmm…" You stirred slightly, and Scott froze, holding his breath.

To his utter horror, you peeked one eye open, your brows furrowing as you took in your position.

It was obvious the moment you realized where you were. Your face heated, your body stiffened, and Scott could literally feel the exact second you stopped breathing.

“Oh,” was all you managed to say, voice laced with sleep.

Scott panicked. “Oh-uh-I-” He scrambled for an explanation. “You-fell asleep. And I-uh-just, you know… didn’t wanna wake you.” He could feel his ears burning.

You blinked at him. Then, slowly, a sleepy smile tugged at your lips.

“That was nice of you,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest again.

Scott’s heart stopped. You weren’t moving away. You were still close.

You were… okay with this?

His mind short-circuited for a solid ten seconds before he hesitantly rested his chin on top of your head. “Y-yeah. Of course.”

You glanced at him, cheeks slightly pink, before stretching your arms above your head. “Well, thanks for not shoving me off the couch.”

"Good morning to you too." Scott let out a chuckle. “And just for the record-I thought about it.”

You playfully smacked his arm. “Wow. Rude.”

Scott grinned before sitting up and stretching. “Alright, since I let you drool on me all night-”

“I did not!” You smack him again.

“-I think you owe me breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do I?”

“Yep.” Scott smirked, heading toward the kitchen. “And I expect pancakes. With extra syrup.”

You rolled your eyes but followed him anyway. “Fine, but if I’m cooking, you’re setting the table and cleaning up this mess.” You gesture at the living room.

Scott gasped dramatically. “What am I? Some kind of maid?”

Laughing, the two of you set to work-Scott clumsily brewing coffee while you handled the pancakes.

Tysm for the request, hope u like it!! <33

Probably won’t do a pt.2 sorry :(( I have a lot of school work to do I barely get to write these days

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

SCOTT BARRINGER loves to finger. He knows he’s a big guy, it’s practically the first thing girls point out about him when they’re trying to flirt. Mention his height, his shoulder width, how strong he must be— strong enough to carry them. Ask him for his jackets, point out how oversized his hoodies are on them, how they swim in ‘em. Compare hand sizes— oh, compare hand sizes. That was always the dead giveaway. Every time a pretty girl has placed her hand on his palm, proving just how much larger he is, how his fingers stretch over hers… he immediately thinks about how fucking big they’ll look stuffed inside her cunt. You are no exception. Your hand against his and he curls his digits around the tips of yours, just to show you he’s got more than a knuckle’s length on you. He can see it in your eyes, the moment of realization: you’re thinking about what they’d feel like inside you. He’s thinking about it too.

Thinking about how they’d bully your guts. Only two fingers and you’re freaking out like a little prude. They’re too long, too long to bottom out. Barely gets past the second knuckle on his middle finger when he shoves them in as far as they can go. You clench around him when he talks shit about how short your cunt is. “Can’t take these, just how are you gonna take my cock?” Big fucking words for a big fucking guy. And he says ‘em with pride. He kinda likes that it’s gonna hurt. A dick like his, he knows is one of a kind, and you can’t even keep it together for some fucking fingers.

He likes seeing your back arch when he curls them, likes seeing your fluids drip down his wrist. He likes shoving them in more and more until you can’t take it, and he likes messing with your little clit with his thumb. He fucking loves fingering you.

[st4rfckerz]

what if like scott was ur bf and sam was like ur stepbro and they both fight for your attention😩omg

ive just been thinking lately of two different haydens characters being into you at the same time and its driving me crazyyy

that would be so hot but having to choose between them would be SO HARD

they're both equally as jealous when it comes to you so they'll do anything they can to get your attention. you begin sneaking around with sam, but scott eventually finds out so they'd probably both end up fucking you :)

[skyguys-princess]

Baby boy’s so adorable!

𝜗𝜚 .River's Edge

PAIRING: Scott Barringer x F!reader SYNOPSIS: Tension is heavy between you and Scott and the others thought of a bonding exercise to help you make up. WARNINGS: first post!, established relationship, jealous Scott, slight angst?

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You simply could not understand why Scott was so mad. Raking your mind of the past few days, you were almost positive you hadn't done a thing.

It didn't take long for the others to catch on to Scott's behavior, especially towards you and anybody who tried to talk to you. So the group decided to orchestrate the perfect little getaway for the two of you.

It was a difficult task to find a way for the staff to fall blind to two students disappearing for a few hours, but the plan was almost perfect.

The next morning, the plan was put into action. The Saturday sun beamed down on you as you hiked the trail through the woods, Juliette just ahead of you, leading you to a spot she was telling you about at breakfast.

You were suspicious of her as you follow, there was no chance Juliette had a spot in the woods that she found.

The sounds of calmly flowing water got louder as you walked, the nearing river drowning out Juliette's ranting.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Out of the years you had been at Mount Horizon you weren't very close to the girl in front of you, so the confusion hadn't left you since you both split from the cabin that morning.

"You're so impatient," Juliette rolled her eyes, "We're practically there." You didn't get the chance to respond as you freeze at the sight in front of you.

Scott and Auggie stood on the river's edge, and the confusion grows further through your chest as Auggie shoves Scott further towards the canoe resting on shore.

"Juliette, what exactly is going on?" Your voice was low, but the sound of your footsteps must of alerted the boys a couple ways down the small hill as they both snap their heads in your direction.

"Just give it a chance," The girl drags you towards the pair on the shore, "Please."

You roll your eyes, letting her lead you towards the last person you wanted to see right now.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Auggie smirked, watching the way your eyes narrowed at the three people around you.

"Can somebody just tell me what's going on?" Your chest tightened as you noticed Scott's annoyed glare on you and Auggie.

"Well," Juliette grins next to you, her shoulders straightening, "The group thought it would be good to let the two of you have some time together."

Scott scoffs, "We spend time together."

Auggie shakes his head, bringing his hand up to the boy's shoulder, "Well, now you get to spend more together. Now get in the damn canoe."

Juliette was quick to also push you in the same direction.

Soon you found yourself in the middle of the calm river across from your boyfriend, void of any paddles to be able to get yourself back to shore. Auggie said it was to make sure we actually spent the time together, or whatever.

It was silent for a while, you were stuck in your thoughts. Why hadn't Scott been talking to you lately? It did actually feel like forever since you hung out. Maybe you did something wrong? Did you overstep on any boundaries?

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Scott's voice startled you, your eyes jumping up to meet his as he sat across from you in the narrow canoe.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Your voice was quiet, and you felt small under his stormy blue eyes.

It looked as if he was struggling to form the right words as the corner of his lips tugged down.

"Do you like Auggie?" The question took you completely off guard as your eyes widen in surprise, a confused laugh ghosting over your lips.

"Auggie? God no, he's so in love with Juliette, it's honestly comical at this point!" Despite your attempt at lightening the mood, Scott still seemed ticked off.

"Really? He seemed to be real into you the other day at the bonfire," He turned his gaze away from you, refusing to meet your eyes again.

"Scott," you try to meet his eyes, sighing as he doesn't make any movement, "I was helping him with ideas for asking Juliette out."

You watched as his hands tightened into a small fist, "You were practically on top of him!"

You scoffed, crossing your arms, "Juliette was a couple feet away from us, he didn't want her to hear us!"

He didn't say anything, just flexing his hand in annoyance, still refusing to look at you. "Scott."

It all made so much sense now, Scott was jealous.

His blue eyes slowly turn towards yours again, a frustrated glare making them appear darker than usual.

"I love you. You are the only person I want to be able to know me the way you do. The only person I want to see me how you do."

That was the first time either of you had said those words to the other.

In the flash of an eye Scott closes the distance between you, catching your lips in a love filled kiss.

"I love you." He grinned into the kiss, and you would never complain about his switch up in moods in this moment.

You push him away gently, smiling sweetly as you stare into him, feeling the relief flowing through his veins.

You lean back but the sudden movements rock the canoe and in the blink of an eye you find yourself submerged into chilled water.

Hands find your waist, and as you open your eyes, the dark water is brightened by beams of light around you. The blue eyes in front of you are like a saving grace as they peer into yours.

Breathing feels like a distant thought as his eyes search your own, and with a wide, closed-lipped smile you tug his face towards you, this time it's you bringing him in for a kiss.

He responds immediately, wrapping his arms further around your waist, the cold water long forgotten as your lips move in sync.

Letting this moment sink in for as long as possible, the internal fight for air wins as you drag your bodies up, breaking the surface and separating for breaths.

The two of you swim to shore, tugging the canoe in tow.

Logically, you knew you probably didn't have a lot of time left, knowing the group can keep the staff distracted from your disappearance for only so long.

But you ignored that, instead choosing to sit in comfortable silence with your head on Scott's shoulder as you sat on some rocks on the river's edge.

With the affection from your boyfriend back, you both complied ideas to pitch to Auggie about how to win over Juliette.

[erosmutt]

ok like i dont expect you to write this or anything its more just food for thought- which hayden characters, including hayden, would be a boobs guy, a butt guy, or thigh guy or something else lmaooo

ugh i luh yew for this. disclaimer, most of them are ass men <3

☆ HAYDEN : ass

I'll be real... I don't know. All his exes are flat skinny girls... KIDDING! Hayden is an ass man! He's not one to objectify, but he can appreciate a nice ass when he sees one. He's the type to give your ass a swat in passing, just because. Or because he likes to see it jiggle. Either way, he likes to touch it. Fills his hand nicely.

☆ SAM : boobs

Sam... just objectifies girls. All the time. He's a horny teenage boy, and nothing gets him off quicker than a nice rack on a girl. His favorite pastime is watching the volleyball girls play, and all he can imagine is grabbing at their tits, or burying his face into them.

☆ SCOTT : boobs

Scott'll stare at your tits shamelessly. Especially since Horizon's activities call for so much hard labor, you're constantly moving and working up a sweat. You mostly wear camisoles and tanktops, so he has an amazing view of your cleavage. Plus you sweating usually equals a see through top, which is an amazing perk.

☆ ANAKIN : boobs

Anakin hates that he can't see your body well in your Jedi attire, but he can see your breasts a bit because of the fabric straining against them. He gets distracted during training watching your tits bounce while you swing your saber about.

☆ JAMES : ass

ass man. ASS. MAN. James' favorite position is doggystyle because he gets to watch your ass ripple and jiggle when his hips smack into it. he'll do double takes when he's walking down the street after seeing a girl with a fat ass. bonus points if you're chubby - fatter ass and a whole lotta whole lotta for him to grab onto!

☆ CLAY : thighs

Clay loves your thighs because they make such a comfortable resting spot. After a hectic day at the office, all he wanted was to bury his head in your plush thighs to relax. The way you'd play in his hair while he rested was also even better.

☆ BILLY : hips

No matter what, Billy always has his hands on your hips. he loves to stand behind you, loves to feel you up. whenever you try and step away, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back into him. he likes the sense of power it gives him.

☆ LORENZO : boobs + waist

Your body was what initially drew Lorenzo in, but your resourcefulness was a plus, so he said. Totally not your cleavage and waist. He helped you get dressed one morning (he was squatting at your place hiding from Gerbino, go figure) and he refused to get his hands off your waist. Just constantly roaming from your tits to your waist, back and forth. He kept saying it was to adjust your undergarments which you knew was NOT true but... it felt good, so you didn't make a move to stop him.

☆ LUKE : ass

For the same reasons as James and Billy. He loves to worship your body, loves to touch on you, just to be near you. He loves you, but the thing that really made him fall in love was your ass in the jeans you wore on your first date together.

☆ KURT : ass

He just loves your ass. Just does. He loves eating it too. He'll absolutely fiend for you, antsy for you to come home so he can worship your ass. Spank it, grip it, fuck it... any and everything. If it can be done, he'll do it to your ass.

☆ DON : thighs

Don likes to rest. He's content with just sitting. Napping, reading a book, just nothing too strenuous. One day you came and sat on his thigh after washing the dishes, and the way your thighs squished and spread had him curious. Despite being married for a few years, you two had only been intimate a handful of times, which meant he hadn't paid your body much attention. So he began to invite you to sit on his lap, and one hand would idly caress your thighs while the other would jot down notes as he prepped for his next sermon.

☆ VADER : hips

He feels like he has control over you when he holds you by your hips. Plus his hands are so large, it's hard for you to get out of his grasp... generally.

☆ AJ : ass

AJ can appreciate any woman's body, but it's something about a girl's ass that always gets him. He's always at fancy gatherings courtesy of his job, so there are always women wearing fancy dresses - most that accentuate their figures. Also, strip clubs. Can't forget those. His favorite thing about the clubs is the dancers bending over right in his face. All he wants to do is give their asses a good, firm smack. He wished they had a bit more, though. Why do they always hire skinny, flat girls to be dancers?

☆ LEO : hips

You two went to dinner after getting engaged, and the dress you wore had him in a frenzy. It wasn't a skimpy dress or anything either, it just accentuated your natural curves. While he was guiding you around, his hand was on your hips at all times. He'd occasionally give a slight squeeze, not to tease you, just because he needed to have a feel of you constantly.

☆ STEPHEN : thighs + boobs

Stevie likes anything about a woman that's maternal. Or, what he considers maternal. Big breasts, thick thighs... those are all things he associates with a mature woman. So naturally, he wants a woman with those physical attributes!

[vilemorals555]

hey there, i was wondering if you would be interested in a scott barringer x selective mute!reader where she kind of only tends to speak rarely and mostly to scott alone ? i was just thinking it could be cute, i loved your scott one where they made bracelets it was so cute and he still felt in character 💚

a/n: aaahhh i'm so happy to hear you liked it, anon! 💗 to be honest, i haven't watched higher ground yet, so i'm not very familiar with what's in character for scott and what isn't, but i'm glad i managed! i hope you like this one as well :) i tried my best for you.

୨୧ scott barringer x selective mute!reader

contains: fluff, scott is a persistent cutie

Mount Horizon was your worst fears coming true. It was everything you so desperately wished to avoid — kids your age, social interaction with kids your age, being perceived by kids your age.

No matter what, you couldn't seem to fit in. Not that you tried, of course, your brain turning off each time someone tried to talk to you. It made you feel like an idiot, but it felt something so deeply out of your control. Truly irretrievable. A lost cause you were, according to everyone.

And when you thought it couldn't get worse, Scott Barringer found you.

The first time he tried talking to you was during a group project that was forced upon all of you. It was like talking to a wall. You did your part quietly, all while avoiding eye contact with everyone. You thought it would be enough to keep him at arm's length. After all, most people deemed you rude and unapproachable after their first try at conversating with you.

To your utmost horror, Scott Barringer was unlike anyone you'd ever met before. He seemed completely fine with only having you as a pair of ears to talk off. He would join you during lunch, find you whenever he got into an apartment with someone. Somehow, he kept going until you found yourself expecting his company at every corner.

The first time he actually heard you speak had him doing cartwheels in his head. It wasn't much, but it was a start and it made him feel so many things he couldn't even name.

You were sitting under the welcoming shades of the old oak tree that you'd grown quite attached to, a book in your hand. You were almost fully emerged in the story, until you heard the sound of an unmistakable voice.

"Hey, Bambi." Scott greeted you, taking a seat across from you without any questions. You lowered the book into your lap, raising an eyebrow at him. He gave you a warm smile as your eyes met his.

"What are you reading?" He asked, trying to sneak a glance at the cover of the book. You raised it, allowing him to read the title. "I've never read that before." He replied, and you couldn't help but let out a quiet scoff. "'Course you haven't." You mumbled, so quiet he almost missed it.

Once your words registered, his eyes widened slightly. He could feel his heart beating a little faster, out of pure excitement. He was almost convinced you were completely mute, but look at that. His grin stretched further across his face. "Was that a sentence I just heard coming out of your mouth?" He teased, and you regretted opening your mouth at all.

It took you another week to say anything at all to him. He didn't seem to care too much. Scott was over the moon over the fact that you even spoke at all, and he understood it must've been a big step for you, to talk to someone relatively new.

Slowly, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable talking to him. You were quiet, most of your answers consisted of one or two words, but Scott was all ears, hanging onto every word, no matter how few they were. He was proud of you either way.

[rafesslxt]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 🎃🍂✨

my first kinktober ever! yay! here‘s my list of the story‘s I‘ll post. Come check the list every day for a new story 🎞️

will include: oneshots, drabbles, thoughts, headcanons and moodboards

characters: slytherin boys, anakin skywalker, sam monroe, scott barringer, Stephen Glass, rafe cameron

nsfw | multiple fandoms | masterlist

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⊹₊ ⋆ october 1st ꜜ

sexting / phone sex - Slytherin Boys Headcanon

⊹₊ ⋆ october 2nd ꜜ

lingerie / leather & latex - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 3d ꜜ

nipple play

⊹₊ ⋆ october 4th ꜜ

threesome / group sex - Slytherin Boys

⊹₊ ⋆ october 5th ꜜ

sex pollen - Anakin Skywalker

⊹₊ ⋆ october 6nd ꜜ

face sitting & fucking / 69 - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 7th ꜜ

praise kink - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 8th ꜜ

cockwarming - Lorenzo Berkshire

⊹₊ ⋆ october 9th ꜜ

breeding / spanking -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 10th ꜜ

handcuffs / tied up -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 11th ꜜ

begging / voice kink

⊹₊ ⋆ october 12h ꜜ

car sex / public sex - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 13th ꜜ

dry humping - Anakin Skywalker

⊹₊ ⋆ october 14th ꜜ

erotic photos / sextape - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 15th ꜜ

daddy kink -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 16th ꜜ

outdoor sex / getting caught - Scott Barringer

⊹₊ ⋆ october 17th ꜜ

masturbation / sex toys - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 18th ꜜ

drunk sex / mirror sex - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 19th ꜜ

overstimulation / orgasm denial - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 20th ꜜ

morning sex - Theodore Nott

⊹₊ ⋆ october 21th ꜜ

table sex / teacher - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 22th ꜜ

Love bites/marks - Theodore Nott

⊹₊ ⋆ october 23th ꜜ

Food play -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 24th ꜜ

sub and dom switching - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 25th ꜜ

cheating / affair - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 26th ꜜ

best friends with benefits - Lorenzo Berkshire

⊹₊ ⋆ october 27th ꜜ

belly bulge

⊹₊ ⋆ october 28th ꜜ

blindfolded -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 29th ꜜ

29. workplace sex - Stephen Glass

⊹₊ ⋆ october 30th ꜜ

30. hair pulling -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 31th ꜜ

31. mask kink / ghostface / costumes

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i‘ll tag every post on here so take a look each day ;) i also haven‘t decided on which character i‘ll write about for what kink, will decide spontaneous if theres no name behind it already.

───⋆⋅🦇⋅⋆───

like mentioned at the beginning, this won‘t just be storys but also drabbles and stuff like that bc i won‘t be able to write that much for every day to post a story per day <3 this will be my little come back i guess hehe

xoxo sarah <3

[anakinstwinklebunny]

hear me out what about a scott barringer x gf/pregnant!reader fluff ???

PAIRING: scott barringer x pregnant!reader

FLUFF ❦

SCOTT BARRINGER’s eyes flicked down to your growing belly. Then went back up to your face. Then back down to your swollen flesh.

And you can see it. The judgment. The hesitation. His classic internal struggle where his brain tries to tell his mouth not to say something stupid.

But.

He’s Scott. And he's a man. So obviously, he says it anyway.

“…You’re really letting it get that big, huh?”

Silence - you blink. Slowly. You have to make sure you really just heard what you heard.

Scott shifted. Cleared his throat nervously. “I mean—”

Your eyes cut right through him, which made him worse. He suddenly got goosebumps, felt like a devil just touched his soul, like you were crawling through his skin, getting under it, digging into his insides and--

“No, please,” you said flatly, crossing your arms, cutting off his thoughts “Elaborate.”

Scott actually gulped. “I—uh—”

You took a single step forward. He instinctively took a step back.

“Oh, no. Stay right there,” you said, voice smooth. “I want you to be real close when I remind you that I currently have the strength of two.”

Scott visibly pales and you just take another step, and another, till his back hit the nearest wall.

“You got something to say about my body, Barringer?”

Scott is actually sweating. “N-no,” he stammered. “No, I was just—I was just saying—”

You raised an eyebrow. Waiting. Scott exhaled, he knows he made a freaking bad decision in his life. Damn, probably the worst. Then, he closed his eyes for a second. And in a very meek, very humbled voice—

“I’m sorry.”

Your head tilted. “Huh?”

“…I’m sorry.” he says louder

You stare at him a second longer. Just to watch him squirm. Watch him get smaller by your side. Watch him actually be terrified of your so called 'strength of two' (you kind of lied about this but he doesn't have to know). Then, finally, you stepped back. And Scott immediately let out a breath like he just survived a near-death experience. Which honestly? He kinda did.

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[anisangeldust]

˖⋆࿐໋ Christensen-Verse M.list

Smut- ♡ ︎fluff- 𐙚 angst- .ᐟ

Hayden Christensen

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

- prone bone ♡

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

Anakin Skywalker

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

- Office Hours ♡ Pt 2 ♡

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

- daddy!Anakin + the force ♡

- edging sub!anakin ♡

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

- Santa, baby ♡

➻❥ Headcanons

- NSFW alphabet ♡

Darth Vader

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

-tba

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

Sam Monroe

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

- edging whiny Sam ♡

- Sam masturbating ♡

- subby brat Sam ♡

- cnc with Sam ♡

- Sam + lesbian porn ♡

- choking sub!sam ♡

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

- Cupids arrow ♡ 𐙚

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

Clayton Beresford jr.

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

-tba

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

Stephen Glass

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

-tba

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

James Kelly

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

-tba

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

Lorenzo Di Lamberti

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

-tba

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons 

-tba

Scott Barringer

➻❥ Series ⌞ <1 part⌝

-tba

➻❥ drabbles ⌞1k or less⌝

-tba

➻❥ fics ⌞1k or more ⌝

-tba

➻❥ Headcanons

-tba

[hanasnx]

uhh if this is open for more scott thirsts..? but you have big nerd like glasses and he’s always calling you four eyes and shit but he eventually gets what he wants and you’re on your knees sucking him off and as much as he wants to cum all down your throat he has a different idea, he pulls out and cums all over your face but mainly your glasses, that shit eating grin as he admires his handiwork..

MINORS DNI 18+

There's something about making fun of a girl with a lot to prove. SCOTT BARRINGER plays the game well. He sees a chick with fat glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a high-and-mighty attitude, and he knows she's due for a chance to show what she's made of. He did it all the time back at home. Nerd girls always put out, always eager when a guy like him shows some interest. It's a formula, make her feel bad about everything that society deems unattractive, and then she'll fall all over herself when he finally admits she isn't all bad.

You would loudly correct him in classes, demonstrate your superiority or ability to follow rules better than him. Hell, you were basically a TA, it was fucking annoying. Acting like being a little teacher's pet was better than sex. It's no big deal, he'll teach you later.

"Four-eyes." he addresses you on the courtyard, and you know who's talking to you. You turn, clutching your books to your chest and adjusting your glasses further up your nose by pinching the corner of them.

"Barringer." you reply curtly. "Are you going to ask me for the notes again? 'Cause you should've been there taking them yourself."

"Ooh," He sucks breath through his teeth with a brief frown. "That stings."

"Sarcasm. How refined." you note as he approaches you, lumbering over to you in all his layers that make his wide shoulders look broader.

"You don't look bad today." he muses, rounding you slowly as he scans your figure. "Almost distracts from that thing on your face." Lazily, he gestures to the glasses.

"Can you be any less original? It helps me see." You try to ignore the burning in your cheeks at being so scrutinized. Sure, you've had conversations with Scott, but he's never paid you even a backhanded compliment before. You don't like how it makes you feel.

"Yeah, well. I'm gonna swing by the janitor's shed later. Maybe you'll surprise me you're not such a prude and be there."

"Oh— oh, fuck—" Broken noises of pleasure utter from his lips in between chewing them with his rows of perfect teeth. You could hate how pretty he is, brows twisted in near anguish over sensitive tissue stimulated by a wet tongue and warm throat. The glasses you wear have slid down to the tip of your nose from the effort of bobbing your head. Frustratingly, Scott Barringer is hung, and your neck cramps from sucking it off. "You really are a freak, Four-eyes." He enunciates the word, and a wicked smile creeps onto his handsome features, watching you take every inch.

You glare up at him, and you retract intent to tell him off for calling you that right now, but his big hands at the back of your neck keep you from escaping, shoving you back down with a wet sputter. "The guys were right." he exhales. "Dorky girls like you are so easy." You brace on his thighs, and you're mad at yourself for being as slick as you are. An ache between your legs you wish the star football player would handle for you. As if you want to please him, make sure he can't forget you, you try harder, swirling your tongue around him. A low groan vibrates from his throat as he tips his head back, lazily bucking his hips into your face. "You want a mouth-full of cum or something?"

You make a noise, and he snickers. He rolls his neck so he can see you again, and a hand cups the underside of your chin, curling his body around you.

"Nah, I know what you want. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." With that, he pulls out, yanking you off so he can grab his base, giving himself a few furious pumps as his dick twitches in his hand. Thick spurts of finish spout from his tip, landing on your unsuspecting face. The panes of your glasses are coated in cum, unable to be seen through, and drops slide down your forehead from his clumsy aim.

You shove at him, which only exacerbates his cruel laughter. "You're such a jerk, Scott!" Your fingers pinch carefully at your glasses to extract them from your face without touching your hair. To inspect them, you turn them towards you, squinting at them as you assess what could safely remove cum from their delicate nooks and screws.

All the comfort you receive in return is, "Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad. Quit bitching." Which earns him a sharp hit on his chest.

[oopsyoufoundme]

Get to know me! ౨ৎ

i don't use tumblr to post at all, but i thought id start a small account just posting Hayden pics and reblogging fics etc!! (maybe some drabbles eventually 🤭)

my fave Hayden role is Scott Barringer and i swear we need more Scott fics because i never see enough (and plus, he's such a cutie)

my fave Hayden film in general is either AOTC or vanishing on 7th street (again, i film i don't see people talk about which honestly baffles me because i think its amazing!)

i have a fan account on TikTok- if anyone can find it ill be incredibly impressed lolol

my dad actually met Hayden in his 2003/4 ROTS era so I'm super jealous 😔

I've watched every single film of Hayden's except trapped in a purple haze because it isn't available on illegal sites 😔 (don't come for me pls i cant watch them on anything else)

side note- i have loads of fic recommendations and AU Anakin ideas so ask and ill share some! x (i also have like every single Hayden/Anakin role and AU bot on c.ai- again if you want one just ask x)

random stuff- i listen to like every single genre of music and its hard to find something i don't like! my current fave artists are Sade, Madison beer (who i saw in concert recently yay!) and TV girl (but i love metal and rock and literally everything). My all time fave film is The Virgin Suicides- don't even get me started on it because i will talk forever and ever about it (not to mention Hayden is in it!!).

anyway, that's all for now! if you read this all, i love you mwah ⋆୨♡୧⋆

[mrschristensen]

Scott Barringer Masterlist

REQUESTS: OPEN -> click here for rules

💋 = smut, 🫶🏻 = fluff, 🥀 = angst

FICS

--- coming soon!

ONE - SHOTS

--- Twins (ft. Sam Monroe) 💋

--- Conflicted (ft. Sam Monroe; requested!) 💋

DRABBLES

--- coming soon!

OTHER

--- Gangbang (ft. Sam Monroe + James Kelly; Kinktober '24) 💋

--- Marking (Kinktober '24) 💋

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒brothers! scott & sam + teacher reader﹒⌅

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 24.03.30

𖦹 age gap (sam and scott are 18, reader is in her 30s), mida rana!reader, sub scott and sam

"you two have repeatedly gotten yourselves into trouble. acting out, being caught with drugs and alcohol, skipping class. what do you two have to say for yourselves, hm?"

the two students - Sam and his brother Scott - stand before you in your classroom. you had called them after school, at precisely 5 o'clock, knowing no one would be around. "i should send you to the Dean tomorrow, shouldn't i?"

the two immediately perk up, but Scott was more in a panic than his brother. "no! no, Miss, please! if he finds out, i could get kicked off the football team!" he pleads, tugging at the hem of his sweater anxiously. you look over at Sam and raise an eyebrow. he just looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets, making the chains on his shorts jingle. he gives you a shrug. "whatever, i don't care. tell him."

this sends his brother into a worse panic. so, you intervene.

"how about this, boys," you begin, getting up out of your chair. your heels click against the floor, making Scott step back. "i'll let you two off the hook, if, you come to tutoring sessions after school." that earns you a groan from Sam and a whine from Scott. "no." they say at the same time.

"oh, but yes! or would you rather i tell the dean about your little escapades during passing periods?"

Scott, desperate to save his ass, nods his head frantically. "yes! yes, fine! we could start now if you want! just please don't tell!" you smile and reach up, gently pinching his rosy cheek between your thumb and forefinger. "good boy! you're setting an example for your brother, aren't you?" he nods, looking down at you. "mhm, example."

Sam rolls his eyes and looks at you and his brother. "you're such a fucking pushover." he tells Scott, drawing a scoff from him. "no i'm not!" you just smile, gently stroking Scott's bicep, tracing the contours of his muscle with your fingertips. "well Sam?"

he sighs heavily, then rubs his hand over his face. "fuck it, fine."

The next day, you and Scott were sitting across from each other in the classroom. you thought it'd be nice to arrange the desk a different way and sit at one with him to make it more comfortable, and to not make him feel as if he was getting talked at, but mentored 1-on-1. also to lull him into a false sense of security.

"i think Sam flaked, Miss." he murmurs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. you lift your leg, resting your foot on the chair between Scott's legs, teasing his crotch with the toe of your black pump. he shifts in his seat, and just as he opens his mouth to speak, the classroom door swings open. it slams against the wall then closes as Sam walks in. he slides into the desk next to you.

"sorry," he murmurs. you give him a smile. "no worries Sam, your brother and i were just chatting." he shrugs and pulls his notebook out of his bag, slapping it onto the desk. meanwhile, Scott was biting his lip as you rubbed your foot over his now half-hard cock.

Sam opens his notebook to a clean page, clicking open his pen. he titles his paper, completely oblivious to what was happening to his brother underneath the desks.

[vilemorals555]

ʚĭɞ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

pairing: scott barringer x reader

contains: a little bit of angst, romance sweet enough to make your teeth rot. heh.

Thunderstorm were never easy on either of you. With the appearance of the first stormy cloud, Scott was already preparing himself for the inevitable. He sat on the wooden floor, knees to his chest as he tried to remember everything he's learned over the months to try to distract himself: 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch..or whatever that was.

However, images of his past continued to torture him each time he dared to blink, as some sort of mockery for all his efforts that went into forgetting. It was cruel, it made him feel stupid for even trying.

The door creaked open, and you poked your head through hesitantly. As soon as you saw the first raindrops hitting the glass windows, you knew where to find him. Now, you still had no clear explanation for his reaction to something that seemed so little and irrelevant to you, but you knew better than to pry. Whatever it may be, it was significant enough for him to run for the hills and shut the world out. That was enough.

You silently kneeled down in front of him. He didn't look up, but you didn't miss the tears falling onto the fabric of his sweatpants.

"I brought some beads. Thought we could make bracelets together." You spoke, voice barely above a whisper as if you were trying to talk to a scared kitten.

He finally looked up, and you swore you could feel your heart breaking at the sight. His lips were puffy, eyes and nose red as tears soaked his cheeks. Even now he was the prettiest thing you've ever seen, but that's for another time.

You gave him a small, encouraging smile as you held up the small packet of bead — one pink and the other blue. He only nodded his head, shifting into a different sitting position.

"Should we make one fully pink and fully blue, or have both colors in each?" You asked, handing him one of those stretchy beading wires that came with the kit. He thought your question over for a moment, before he spoke up — so quiet, you almost missed it.

"One pink and one blue. But we should have one blue bead in the pink one, and a pink bead in the blue one."

Your smile stretched further at his sweet explanation, and you gave him a small nod before you reached for the first blue bead.

You both worked in comfortable silence. There was no need for words — not for Scott at least, to understand the depth of your care for him. Maybe a year ago, if someone told him he'd be making matching bracelets with a girl he'd known for a couple of months at best, he'd scoff at them and tell them to fuck off. But he found himself oddly comforted by such childish activity, and all his concentration went into making the perfect bracelet for you.

It didn't take very long to finish them, but long enough for the storm to pass silently. As the first sunrays broke through the clouds and danced across the silent room, you took his wrist in your hand and slipped the blue bracelet on. He did the same with yours, giving your knuckles a gentle kiss as his eyes met yours for the first time today. You took the chance to lean closer and press a small kiss against his lips, both of you exchanging quiet 'I love you's and for the first time, he felt at peace.

a/n: this isn't very long but i hope you like it, dear anonymous who asked! :]

[aew-regression-cove]

જ⁀➴ ♡ — my wip list

(R) → Requested.

(pls bare with how rough/messy these are typed lol 😅)

the hunger games:

Regressor Annie Cresta headcannons

Valentines day CG Finnick drabble

CG Johanna headcannons

Breakfast with CG Finnick drabble

CG Finnick with Regressor Peeta Moodboard

outerbanks:

Making a mess with cg jj Maybank drabble

Anxiety with cg jj Maybank drabble .

Energy drinks with CG rafe Cameron drabble

Braiding hair with CG JJ Maybank drabble

Beach day with CG rafe Cameron fic

First time regressing with cg Rafe Cameron drabble

(+ many more but I really couldn't be bothered to type anymore bcs there are SO many, sorry!!! 😭🙏🏻)

djats:

CG Camila baking with little daisy drabble

dc:

CG Jason Todd with biting drabble

CG Jason Todd headcannons

Flip Lego Batman headcannons

CG Jason Todd cookie jar drabble

CG Bruce Wayne headcannons

marvel:

Regressor Natasha Romanoff stimboard

CG frank castle headcannons

CG Hank McCoy headcannons (R)

twister 1996/twisters:

CG Tyler Owens watching stream drabble

Doodling on CG Tyler Owens

Washing stuffie with CG Tyler Owens drabble

topgun/(maverick):

CG goose headcannons

Regressor bob headcannons

Topgun classifications

CG Mav gets Rooster Christmas present drabble

Mav regresses after comment from rooster drabble/fic

CG Ice and Mav bedtime drabble (R)

miscellaneous:

CG Hannibal drabble play food/cooking

CG Hannibal headcannons

CG Carlisle going to the doctors drabble

CG Christian headcannons (moulin rouge)

CG tadashi hamaha headcannons

CG Neo stimboard (matrix)

CG Spike headcannons

CG Christopher Robin headcannons

CG Ethan hunt stimboard

☁️ → Completed & waiting to be posted!!!

the hunger games:

CG Annie and Finnick Moodboard

outerbanks:

CG rafe Cameron stimboard

CG John B Routledge headcannons

marvel:

CG Agatha Babyre Moodboard

CG Erik lehnsherr headcannons

CG Bucky Barnes headcannons

CG Logan Howlett headcannons

CG frank castle stimboard

CG Bucky Barnes Moodboard

CG Peter maximoff stimboard

Xavier's school stimboard

Stuck in a tree, CG brother Peter maximoff drabble

CG brother Peter maximoff Moodboard

dc:

CG Bruce Wayne Moodboard

CG Clark Kent Moodboard

CG Alfred Pennyworth stimboard

topgun/(maverick):

CG iceman Moodboard

Little Bob Moodboard

CG goose, regressor rooster Moodboard

twister 1996/twisters:

CG jo & bill harding headcannons

CG Tyler Owens teenre Moodboard

CG/babysittier Boone drabble (twisters)

horror:

CG Eric draven Moodboard

CG Ellen Ripley Moodboard

CG Mike Schmidt Moodboard

CG Tate Langdon headcannons

CG David powers stimboard (the lost boys)

miscellaneous:

Flip Scott McCall Moodboard

CG Hannibal Moodboard

Little Bella swan Moodboard

CG Carlisle Cullen Moodboard

CG Christian Moodboard (moulin rouge)

CG baymax Moodboard

Little Drusilla and Caregiver Spike Moodboard

CG Giles Moodboard

CG Luke alvez Moodboard

CG Derek Morgan headcannons

Stimboard based on my mum

CG archangel Gabriel stimboard (supernatural)

CG obiwan Kenobi headcannons

CG Lucifer headcannons

Regressor Scott Barringer headcannons

CG Eddie Munson Moodboard

CG Ian Malcolm headcannons

Regressor Ellie Williams Moodboard