#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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[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!

[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.

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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

[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) 💋

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Okay imagine Scott’s first time spending new years with someone apart from himself, you invited him over to your house and everyone’s celebrating and when the clock strikes 12, you quickly kiss him (your first kiss) as soon as he turns to wish you a happy new year and you giggle when you pull and see this pretty boy all flustered and red. Safe to say he hasn’t stopped holding your hand since that kiss.

Also happy new year bunnyyyy, hope you have the best ‘25 ever pooks! Love ya!💗

- 🌺

Author's note: dear beautiful nonnie, as always, you're slaying with requests - never disappointing me :) thank you so much for wishes, I hope you'll have the nicest, the sweetest year ever‼️ love you too, 🌺 Nonnie

SCOTT BARRINGER wasn’t really one for big parties. He usually preferred to spend New Year's in his own quiet way, alone in his room. But tonight was an exception. You had invited him and somehow he just couldn't say no, not to you. So now he was here, at your house, surrounded by your friends - mostly. And somehow, it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as he thought it would.

Even though he wasn’t used to being part of a crowd like this, he found himself drawn to you. There was something easy about being around you. You made it feel like he belonged.

The countdown finaystarted, the whole room joining in unison. “Ten… nine… eight…”

The countdown continued that he tried to distract himself with, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of your eyes on him. “Three… two… one…”

He moved his gaze around the room before turning it on you, catching your eye. You were smiling, your cheeks flushed with excitement, or something he wasn't quite able to name. He quickly turned his gaze away, pushing his hands deeper into his pockets

When you pulled away, you burst into giggles (out of nervousness since Scott was kind of unpredictable) and Scott, on the other hand, was frozen for a second, face going bright red. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He’d never been the type to get flustered, but now? He was a mess. He stood there, blinking at you, trying to find proper words that would really describe his feelings.

Before he could even think about what he was doing, you were suddenly there, your lips pressing to his. It was soft, quick--nothing too crazy--yet still, it sent a jolt of electricity through him.

A kiss.

On New Year’s.

With you.

“You--” he started, but his voice caught in his throat. He cleared it. “That was--um--wow.”

You laughed again, squeezing his hand. “Yeah?”

He nodded, still a little stunned. “Yeah, that was... definitely not what I expected for New Year’s.”

You grinned “I thought you might just say that.”

Scott looked then down at your hand, then back up at you, like he was trying to figure out how to act properly so there wouldn't be much awkwardness, just that little softness between you. Slowly, his fingers curled around yours, pulling your hand into his.

And he didn’t let go. Not once.

“Guess I’m not spending New Year’s alone this year"

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[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.

[wizardofahz]

Finding Okay

A/N: This Criminal Minds / Higher Ground crossover was prompted by anonymous. 

Content warnings: child trafficking mention

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“If you’re going to be angry at anyone, it should be me,” JJ says. She waits for Jack to look at her before she approaches. When he makes no signs of objection, she sits beside him.

Jack scoffs. “I’m angry at everyone. Haven’t you heard? Anger management problems. That’s why Dad is sending me away.” 

"But I’m the one that suggested Mount Horizon to your dad.” 

Jack’s surprise is quickly overtaken by a scowl.

“You’re going to hate it at first,” JJ tells him before he can yell at her. “They like talking about feelings a lot. It’s going to sound stupid. They’re going to tell you they can understand. Everyone there is more than a little messed up, but everyone’s messed up differently, you know? So really, who’s going to understand? But one day, you’ll realize you don’t hate it, or at least, you don’t hate everyone. It’ll sneak up on you. You’ll find that one person, maybe two, that seem tolerable, and then it won’t be so bad.”

Jack is as skeptical and dismissive as she expects him to be. “What do you know about it?”

JJ looks into the distance. “More than I’d like to admit.”

...

Jack gets assigned to the Cliffhangers. 

The leader of the Cliffhangers is herself a former Cliffhanger. Her name is Kat Cabot. She has a very calm energy and encourages him to be open about his feelings. JJ is right. Jack hates it.

The headmaster of Mount Horizon is also a former Cliffhanger: Scott Barringer. After playing football professionally, he now uses his connections to fundraise for scholarships and to keep Mount Horizon afloat. He helps Kat out with the Cliffhangers sometimes. Maybe it’s the nostalgia.

Jack’s fellow Cliffhangers are a diverse group. Their personalities range from quiet to bombastic, all of them facades hiding anxieties, depression, pain, and trauma. Jack brings anger to the table.

They speak of another former Cliffhanger. A legend. Shelby Merrick. 

Word is that Shelby was the hardest nut to crack. She was a loner. She was angry. She was a fortress with solid walls ten feet thick. No one could get in.

Until someone did.

And if they could get to Shelby Merrick, they could get to you.

... 

"You’re not supposed to be out here.”

Jack looks up from where he’s seated at the base of a bear statue to see Tuan, a fellow Cliffhanger, and the night sky behind him. “Well then, neither are you.”

“Touche.” Tuan raises a bottle in his direction. “Want some? Great for forgetting.”

Tuan is known as the school "pharmacist.” He doesn’t need more than some cleaning supplies or some local mushrooms to whip up someone’s drug of choice. Tuan is loud, popular, but he mostly leaves Jack alone. Jack respects him for that.

“I don’t want to forget,” Jack says, surly, hoping Tuan will take the hint and go away.

But he doesn’t. Instead Tuan tilts his head and focuses on Jack even more intently. “Interesting. What’s that like?”

“What?”

“Oh, come on. You must know my dirty little secret. Open secret, more like. I was rescued from a child trafficking ring before getting sent here, so I have never had anything worth remembering. Forgetting is what I’m all about.” Tuan raises the bottle in Jack’s direction again before taking a swig. 

“I’m sorry,” Jack says. “That sucks.” He may be angry at the world, but he isn’t devoid of compassion.

“Sorry is a useless word,” Tuan responds. “If you were to tell me your story, and I responded with, ‘I’m sorry’, what would that do for you?”

“Good point.” Jack hasn’t told many people the reason behind his anger, but he can imagine getting that answer and how hollow it would sound.

“So are you going to tell me?” Tuan asks. “Let’s make it a challenge, see if I can come up with anything better than ‘I’m sorry.’”

Part of Jack wants Tuan to piss off, but the rest of him is curious. What is the response he’d like to hear, the one that would make him actually feel better?

Jack nods, and Tuan sits beside him. Jack’s grateful for that. It’ll be easier to talk without having to look him in the eye.

“My mom was murdered when I was four,” he begins.

Tuan whistles. “Damn.”

“My dad is an FBI agent, the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Basically it means he hunts the worst serial killers in the country. One of them decided to get back at him, and he came after our family. I was too young to realize what was happening. I thought we were playing hide-and-seek. I hid while my mom was being murdered.”

Tuan doesn’t respond as if sensing there’s more. It makes things easier for Jack. He’s on a roll.

“I’m angry because I can barely remember my mom. My dad and my aunt talk about her sometimes, but it’s not the same. I don’t want to forget what little I have left of her because that’s the only little bit of her that feels real. I’m angry because kids are stupid,” he says even though he and Tuan are also kids. “Did you ever go to a regular school?”

Tuan shakes his head.

“Trauma is enlightening. It teaches you what pain really is, what really matters in this world. Kids are stupid,” Jack says again. “They used to make fun of me for not having a mom and then cry about their hamster dying. They’d make fun of me because none of them could understand my anger and then cry because their crush doesn’t like them back. They laugh at pain because they have no idea what it really is and then act superior because of it.”

“They sound like idiots,” Tuan finally responds. “That would piss me off too.”

“Yeah.”

They sit in silence for a while. 

Jack’s heart feels a little lighter. Tuan’s response did make him feel better. True commiseration. It’s been a while since he’s had that.

JJ is right. Maybe some people here aren’t so bad.

... 

By the time Parents Week approaches, Jack has settled in. He gets along with everyone now even if he still only feels really comfortable with Tuan. He’s more comfortable in his own skin, and that makes all the difference.

Tuan doesn’t have anyone coming for him, so he sits with Jack as they wait for his dad to arrive. They sit on a bench outside. Somewhere to their right Scott is talking to someone else’s parents.

Finally, a familiar black SUV pulls in. To Jack’s surprise JJ is sitting in the passenger seat.

“Okay, I know your mom’s dead,” Tuan says, "so who’s that?”

“That’s JJ,” Jack replies. “She works with my dad.”

Jack greets his dad with a hug and then turns to JJ. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Scott's shocked voice cuts in before JJ can respond. “Shelby?”

Jack’s jaw drops. “You’re Shelby?”

Hotch frowns. “Who’s Shelby?”

JJ doesn’t move, and yet somehow she visibly retreats inside herself. 

...

Scott’s office is uncomfortably silent.

Scott, Hotch, and Jack are settled into chairs around the office, but JJ stands by the door, looking ready to bolt at any second.

“So you’ve been in DC all this time?” Scott asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” JJ replies.

“I played there for a while.”

“I know. I went to one of your games.”

“I guess that explains why they’re your favorite,” Hotch says. “I never could figure out why someone from Pennsylvania would be a Redskins fan.”

Scott raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything.

The awkward silence falls again.

Jack can tell his father is curious who Shelby is, but he doesn’t ask, probably to respect JJ’s privacy. He’s always been good about that.

“I need some air,” JJ says before slipping out the door.

...

JJ doesn’t return until nightfall. Jack finds her by the bear statue, staring at it and lost to the world.

“You were right about this place,” Jack says as gently as he can.

JJ jumps slightly, but when she turns, she is the epitome of composure. “You doing okay, then?”

“Surprisingly yeah,” Jack replies.

JJ nods absentmindedly. “Good. I needed to be sure. That’s why I came.” When she begins talking again, it’s almost more to herself than to Jack. “You settled in faster than I did.”

If there’s any truth to the Shelby rumors, that’s not surprising.

“Sorry about the Shelby thing,” Jack says. “You’ve become kind of a legend around here.”

JJ scoffs. “Only a place like this could take Shelby Merrick and turn her into a legend.” She shakes her head. “The rumor mill must be crazy.” 

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Jack says quickly.

“You sound like your father,” JJ murmurs.

There’s such an air of sadness around JJ that Jack can’t help asking, “What about you, JJ? Are you okay?”

Jack knows JJ well enough to know that “I’m fine” is her customary answer, so he’s shocked when she says, “No.”

She smiles at his surprise. “I think you deserve that much of the truth, but I won’t burden you with the rest."

“Okay,” Jack says simply. He wouldn’t consider it a burden, but he’d meant it earlier when he said he didn’t expect her to tell him anything. She also deserves that much.

“I’m glad you’re doing okay,” JJ says.

“Me too,” Jack says. “Thanks for telling Dad to send me here.”

[hanasnx]

honestly the most i could ever wish for with scott is to be pinned against the wall by him in some dark corner, while he unzips his pants just enough to slide in. he'd be fast and messy because finding moments alone at horizon is next to impossible with peter's careful eye monitoring his students behaviors every waking moment.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Quiet." SCOTT BARRINGER chides, murmuring it against your lips as you mouth hangs open. So close together, panting in unison, you breathe each other's air, clumsy pecks intermingling. "You wanna get caught?"

"Uh-uh, no," you answer his pointless question, brushing your nose against his when you shake your head.

His hand, wedged between the two of you, has the base of his length in his grasp, prodding it around until he feels the give. You angle your hips to give him more access, and he slides in. In the rush, you didn't have time to prepare yourself. Even though you're slick, you still experience that delicious sting of the stretch. He's not the thickest you've ever taken, but certainly the longest.

To swallow your little noises, his plump lips wrap yours, massaging your mouth and quieting you as he pushes his way inside you. Everything's heightened, every sensation, every nerve. The adrenaline of doing something wrong, the thrill of doing Scott... it's all so much. It's like you can feel the veins lining his shaft, the lip of his head inside you.

"You feel... fucking good..." he speaks against your mouth, spreading spit stained lips on the skin past it. A shiver of tingles goes down your spine, loosening you up, and there's a visible difference in how he thrusts in, less resistance this time. "Yeah? Is that what you like?" A rare grin graces his handsome features as he whispers to you, you can see his pretty teeth in the dim light. Apparently pleased to have learned your affinity for praise.

You nod, even with your faces pressed together, bumping him softly. "Call me a good girl and you'll see." you exhale. A damp, chaste peck is placed against your parted lips.

"Doing this in the kitchens? With me? Nah, you're not a good girl." he snickers, slowly pulling out that draws a whimper out of you along with it. It's like your cunt hugs him, and by the sound of his grunt he wouldn't have it any other way. "You're a bad girl."

[hanasnx]

Tbh, Scott would fuck you out in the woods bc he knows that you're too damn loud for the cabin or the shed, doesn't want to get his ass caught. It's probably also cold as balls outside, but he still needs that pussy ❤️

MINORS DNI 18+

SCOTT BARRINGER’s big hand clamped over yours leads you further and further away from the warm confines of Horizon’s campus.

“Scott—“ you gasp, cut off by losing your footing against the uneven ground. Rudely, he yanks you back up in his version of aid without skipping a beat. “Scott!” you whisper, “Where are we going?” The steam of your breath rises over your nose.

“C’mon.” he tells you, throwing the word over his shoulder as he glances at you. Finding yourself in the outskirts of the woods, you realize what he’s doing as soon as your back hits the trunk of a tree. “You’re too damn loud, had to get you all the way out here to do anything to you.” Your response is interrupted by his lips silencing you, muffling your “mmph!” of surprise.

Any protests regarding the temperature are met with his agreement, “Yeah, it is fucking cold. But it’s better than you promising you’ll shut up only to wake up my bunkmates again.” while he’s heating you up with his body, nailing you to the tree with his long cock beating your insides. Layers of clothes moved out of the way just enough so he can get at your pussy.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“The ass on her, huh?” Auggie remarks, licking his bottom lip as he glues his eyes to the subject.

SCOTT BARRINGER steals a glance at you, allowing his gaze to linger on your swaying hips, at how your figure fills out your jeans. “Yeah, s’alright,” he replies, but bows his head down to redirect his attention to his essay. A thousand words on what friendship means to him due in less than a week. One of Peter’s creative punishments.

Auggie notes the disinterest, but is determined to get a rise out of Scott, scooting closer to him on the bench. “Ah, more of a tits guy, right?” Obnoxiously, he looks over Scott’s shoulder, and snickers to himself.

Scott casts him a glance in his general direction. “More of a ‘drop it or drop dead’ guy.” As his gaze sweeps back to face forward, he lets it pass over you again, idling just a split second. He tells himself it’s to make sure you can’t overhear this conversation.

Vaguely more threatening than his other tone, Auggie raises his hands in surrender, once again mockingly. “Woah, big man, easy. Just gaugin’, is all.”

That grabs Scott. Now fully invested enough to pivot his head to look at Auggie head on. A wry curl to his lips as he scoffs at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Aug knows he’s got him. “I dunno,” He shrugs. “she’s cute. Planning on talking to her, you know,” Suggestively, he shuffles his shoulders. “see where it goes?” He stands from the seat, and pats Scott’s back firmly when he passes him. “What?” Once he rounds him— and Scott’s eyes follow him— he purses his lips in calculation, taking great joy in the bewilderment Scott conveys. “You like her or something?”

Scott rolls his eyes in dismissal, clicking his tongue, going back to his task. “Shut up, man.”

“So you won’t mind?” Auggie outstretches his hand in a gesture, “Not that care, jus’… you won’t mind? I know she’s been looking at me, man, I don’t think you had a chance to begin with.” Something about this issue makes Augusto want to press. Scott’s one of the most volatile guys here, and it’s a fun pastime to try to set him off.

“Yeah, right.” a simple and sarcastic answer is disappointing, but not unexpected. When things get too heated, there are times Scott checks himself out, using that soft-spoken voice and removing himself from the situation. But when Auggie spins on his heel, he overhears another phrase, a touch louder than the one before. “We’ll see about that, Aug.”

A grin tugs at his lips, emitting a snort as he symbolically pops his collar using his unzipped jacket. “Yeah, guess we will.”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

...dare i ask for a teen dad!scott barringer character ai bot 👾

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[hanasnx]

Like, he'd be a dick all day, whining and complaining about how you're stuck with him or how you're too slow for his pace on a hike. But in reality, Scott LOVES that you're stuck with him. The more time you spend together on this stupid 2 day quest, the more he thinks about your pussy. Like how it would feel around him, even better... How it tastes.

Scott is an oral man, he loves giving AND receiving. Just imagine him teaching you how to give head, trying desperately not to fuck your face because he knows it'd would overwhelm you, "pick up the pace, would ya?", Scott grumbled in a hushed tone, trying to keep the noise down to not raise suspicion around the small campsite. With one hand clutching his half-discarded sleeping bag and the other fisting your hair gently, Scott couldn't help but slowly thrust up into your mouth. He's being greedy and he knows it.

MINORS DNI 18+

SCOTT BARRINGER loves complaining. it’s all he ever uses that mouth for. besides eating you out, of course. he’ll bitch about how slow you hike, how pathetic you are when you get nicked and he’s the one chosen to bandage it, how you’ve got nothing going on in that head of yours because you’ve been here a couple days and he’s been here a couple months. he’s seasoned compared to you, adjusted to the tolls of mountain life and endless chores. you, not so much. and he’ll take every opportunity to tell you that. unless his big mouth envelopes your pussy. how warm and wet it is on your lips as he traces your folds with his tongue. he overproduces saliva, drooling all over you, dribbling down his chin, letting it string out when he pulls away. he likes to look you in the eyes when he does it. for him, giving oral is a big thing. he never liked doing it before you, he might think it’s demeaning getting on his knees for someone— so to speak. so the least you could do as look at him in the eyes like an equal. he wants to see your pupils dilate, your eyelashes flutter. he doesn’t think he’s good at eating you out, so little compliments like that matter, letting him know he’s doing alright. you might be pathetic, but he thinks you taste fine enough.

between giving oral and fingering you, he prefers fingering. long, slender fingers stuffed inside your pussy. barely to his third knuckle because you’re so tight. if he’s got the time he’ll lean down and tongue your clit while he curls his digits inside you, loosening you up in a pinch.

it’s not the first time he’s had to teach someone about sex related acts, he’s taken a few virginities, been with a few celibate girls. he prefers ‘em that way, but he doesn’t care about the meaning of taking a virginity. he doesn’t go crazy for it like some guys on his old football team did. talking about how much they like virgin pussy or whatever. he’s not one to get all worked up about it, he mostly just tries things out til something works. it’s annoying to have to teach someone about their own body, he’d like it better if they just knew. if they just told him. mystery doesn’t belong in sex for him.

however, he didn’t mind teaching you how to give him head. big hands palming your head as he draws you into him, lifting his hips to meet your mouth. the sound you make when you gag, the lurch, is what drives his actions. makes him wanna do it again, but he can’t overwhelm you. not when there’s people around. you try to pull off because of your own insecurity, but he’s quick to assuage you, “shh, you’re doing great.” his winded and whispered words encourage you, relaxing your hands on his thighs. he remembers the time you could barely fit his head into your mouth without freaking out. the taste, the foreign texture, the meaning of the act, it was all too much for you back then. you had to take baby steps, and it didn’t bother him to show you what he liked, but fuck you took forever to get to where you are now. more than halfway down your throat, his cock loves it in there. all safe and warm, he knows your esophagus is all gunked up with his thickened pre-cum because he pushed it down there. “you’re alright,” he soothes your hair when your lurch again, an influx of saliva drooling down your chin, the wet noises too loud for comfort. “i’m gonna cum, okay? can i cum in your mouth? i’m close.” as soon as you nod, he takes the initiative, jamming your head down on him before you’ve caught your breath. you squeeze your eyes shut and try to take it, take it for him just long enough for him to finish. “yeah, yeah, that’s it. that’s what i like. you’ve got it. just one sec, one sec, i’m right there… fuck. fuck, i’m cumming. fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” his panting evens out as he slows your bobbing on his cock, hot spurts spraying in your mouth. his vein twitches against your bottom lip, and he keeps you there for a second. it’s the first time he’s ever done that, finished in your mouth. slowly he pulls you off, and he jerks when your lips pass over his hyper sensitive tip. “are you…” he gulps hard. “gonna swallow?”