#scott barringer drabble

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: teen dad!scott barringer x teen mom!reader

Author's note: this a request but my internet was playing jokes on me and it got deleted :// also the baby girl is called ava, as you wanted but I just feel in my bones that scott would affectionately call her mitsy..

FLUFF ❦

SCOTT BARRINGER’s head was half cuddled in a pillow when he felt the first in this hour poke. It was a soft little jab against his exposed cheek, then another, before tiny fingers became more insistent to catch his attention..at 2am. His sleep was already threading through thin ice, causing Scott to easily wake up and let out an exhausted groan, barely managing to crack one eye open. After that, he was immediately met with a pair of wide, bright blue eyes and a messy mop of curls tousled from sleep (or rather lack of it).

“Dada!”

The enthusiasm was off the charts for such early hour

Scott blinked, trying to make sense of the chaos. His brain slow to catch up. “Missy?” he rasped, voice rough.

Beside him, you were half-sprawled over the blankets, one hand fisted in the sheets, still very much unconscious. Your cheek was smushed into the pillow, a tiny snore escaping every few breaths. You were out.

Meanwhile, the little gremlin you two had somehow created last year was squirming happily between you both, chubby hands patting Scott's everything.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Babe,” he mumbled, nudging you hopefully awake. “Your daughter’s insane.”

You just grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like your daughter, rolling over with a groan. Scott snorted.

“Dada!” the baby insisted again, more excited this time, little legs kicking wildly against the sheets. Tiny fist closed around the collar of his t-shirt, trying to tug at it to somehow pull him closer, if possible.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, sitting up. “I’m awake. Jeez.”

She beamed, gummy smile stretching wide and being all bright, eyes crinkling at the corners—just like Scott’s. His chest ached, although he won't admit it to anyone really.

Another glance at the alarm clock told him it was a quarter past two. Great. Perfect. Just perfect. But then his daughter squealed happily, smacking a tiny hand against his jaw, and Scott couldn’t even find it in himself to think of much bigger complains.

So he scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “What’s got you all excited, huh?” he whispered, voice soft and fond. “It’s way past your bedtime, missy.” she just giggled of course, grabbing at his face with both, greedy hands, babbling some kind of happy gibberish that Scott was pretty sure was a baby curse word. He grinned, shaking his head. “You are crazy..but that's okay, it's not your fault you got mommy's genes” he murmured, rubbing a thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

You whined from your spot on the bed, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “You’re both banned from the bed,” you grumbled, words slurred and exhausted, though your voice was all fondness and sleep. "I love her, but—please. Please.”

Scott just rolled his eyes, scooping the baby higher on his hip. “C’mon, trouble,” he murmured to her, smiling. “Let’s give momma some peace.”

So that’s how he ended up on the living room floor at 2:30 a.m., surrounded by a tsunami of pastel toys and fluffy blankets, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips while the baby girl flailed around like a feral toddler. She had to make it a habit, and smacked a stuffed bunny into his face, squealing happily. Scott sighed, catching her tiny hands in his, watching how she drooled over her own smile. Thumbs run over the pudgy soft skin before he did something bold (for someone like him) and pressed kisses to her chubby fingers until she would dissolve into giggles, wiggling around in his lap. He was tired. So tired. A good amount of coffee won't fix that exhaustion. But damn, was it worth it..

And when she finally wore herself out, tiny fists rubbing rather clumsily at her eyes, head drooping against his arm, Scott melted a little. He scooped her up, tucking her beneath his chin, fingers carding through her messy, thin nest of hair. She let out a tiny sigh, cheek smushed against his skin.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Thought you were a big girl, huh?”

She just grumbled something that sounded suspiciously (for Scott who made it his job to analyze her baby language) like ‹dada› and nuzzled deeper into his chest, fingers burying in his shirt, making sure he still will be here when she'll wake up.

Scott smiled, eyes crinkling, thumb brushing over her back in gentle circles. “Love you, little missy,” he murmured, voice low and tender. “Love you so much..”

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[ysrjune]

whiny sub scott supremacy another one THANK YOUUHH

today was not a good day for scott. everyone was pissing him off. Peter sent him all around campus to run his errands, jules and shelby bickering over which one he liked more (when he was a thing with them), the boys (moreso david) being annoying and telling him all kinds of stuff. it was all too much. way too much. he was so mad when sitting down at the tables with everyone. he didnt want to be spoken to, he just wanted to listen in.

"and then stupid scott SLIPPED across the grass!!" david laughs in his face, pointing at him with one hand while the other slapped his knee. scott glared at david, fighting the urge to punch him right in the nose. "saw when he dropped all those papers and crumbled them up, too." auggie chimed in and looked at scott with a smirk, thinking it was hilarious how mad he was getting. "shut up dude, it wasn't my fault. stop talking about it." scott rolled his eyes. "nah, you're a total fuck up." david said. that was it for scott. "you know what? have your jollies. im done." he shoved david off the table from where he was sitting and took off into the girls cabin where you were.

he locked the door and went over to your bed. "hey," he tapped you to take your headphones off. you open your eyes and give him a confused expression. "what're you doing in here?" you ask as he sits down next to you. he just started yapping about how everyone outside is a stupid nobody with parents who dont love them. he didnt stop at that, though. he was pissed, so he went as far as going deep into their problems. "hey, hey stop. you're being a dick." you attempt to pull him in, which he doesnt allow. "I dont care! they deserve it!" he whines. hes obviously overwhelmed.

"I dont wanna be here. I just.. I'd rather be at home than here." he suddenly lays on top of you, burying his face in your cleavage. "wish everyone would dissappear." you felt a few wet drops fall into your chest. it was uncomfortable, but he was having a moment. "i hate all of them, they're so damn annoying." he whimpers and starts to actually cry. he kept saying all kinds of stuff while sobbing. he calmed down quickly, but his sniffling didnt stop. you noticed his eyes were puffy and red the moment he looked up at you. "I got your shirt wet." he states, looking down at the tear drops, then perving over the way your shirt made your tits look good for a second, then dropped his face back down and sniffled. "its okay, it'll dry." you tell him and mess with his curls.

for the next hour, he pouted into your chest, talking about other things to get his mind off of what happened earlier. "I want popcorn," he says and groans. "but we dont have popcorn." he rolls his eyes and looks up at you. "yeah, we dont." you tell him and boop his nose. "maybe you can ask if they have regular corn so you cant eat that." "thats not funny. i want popcorn." he mumbles and pinches your cheek. "skittles sound good too." he continued listing all the candy he wants to eat. he was fine now, but at the cost of not shutting up about junk food.

@erosmutt @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @literally-izzy @valloos @alexlovesysrjune @anisangeldust 🤫🐈

[darkenedseraph]

Sleepy Makeout

Summary: a very fluffy makeout with Scott

Author Note: this is the first drabble I’ve done in months so bear with me.

You're laying underneath Scott mind riddled with sleep. It's past ten and you've both gotten ready to hit the hay.

But you know just how he works, no matter how tired he is. He always loves to have a sleepy loving full make out.

Scott softly hums, planting a loving kiss onto your lips before diving in to give you a deeper one

Your back presses into the mattress as he moves on top of you still giving you deep and loving kisses.

"Give me your tongue, Angel." He mutters against your lips with, and you're too sleepy not too.

He cups your face with his large calloused hands, tilting your head up so he can keep kissing you while gently rubbing his left thumb over your cheek.

His lips are warm, soft, and he keeps coming back for more.

It's were moments like theses that you would never take for granted as you know this was another one of his ways to show you how much he loved and cared for you.

Scott then moves to lay on his back pull you into his arms letting you lay your head on his chest as he starts to pull the covers over your guys.

You had your arms loosely around him as you guys continue to sleepy make out before pull apart to catch a breath.

He leaves a small gently kiss on your forehead and rubs your back.

You start to slowly fall asleep as Scott starts to softly hum rubbing your back.

[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.

[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.

[mvst4far]

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Scott's lips moved against yours with urgency─matching your tempo. It wasn't the first time you two have decided to ditch kitchen clean up and make out in the storage room instead. It was becoming a routine at this point.

His hands roamed freely around your fabricated body, occasionally looping his fingers through the belt loops of your jeans─tugging you closer. Meanwhile, your arms were wrapped tightly around the back of his neck to keep him somewhat close. Scott was extremely tall─a whole head over you. He would tease you about your height, but would also have no problem having to slouch down to kiss you.

When one of your hands moved to the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft, blond lochs, Scott basically melted. That was definitely his weak spot─and you knew it too. Especially with the soft whimpers leaving his lips, it was evident he was vulnerable.

"Shit─keep doing that," He murmurs breathlessly against your lips, his hands sliding down over your ass, to the back of your thighs.

Hoping to pick you up, that was quickly forgotten once the storage door swung open. Revealing─Peter.

A/N: i lowkey want to make this small little drabble into a cai bot.. so if anyone wants it to continue the story yourself, please let me know and i'll put this into cai!

[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.

[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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[ysrjune]

FWB!SCOTT BARRINGER 🌸

[ girl I haven't been writing. I miss it sm but I have no ideas or motivation, but here is the poll chosen thingy yay!! ]

sort of nsfw 🧐 MINORS.. FUCK.. OFF.. #jklol

ENJOY ! ♡

"and then she told me—" you pause kiss down his neck, making him suck in air as he tries his best to actually focus on the story you were telling him. you stop and look up at him to continue. "that apparently Ezra likes Daisy, but Daisy likes David?" Scott nods his head, resting his hand on the small of your back. "Uh-huh," he didn't care very much, but if listening to you meant you'd stay all over him, then that's what he'd do.

"It probably is true. you ever seen the way he looks at her?" he sighs, already missing your lips on his neck. "he could be the gomez to her morticia. he sure looks like a freak.. like her." he chuckles. you on the other hand weren't amused. Daisy was your friend, and you don't like when Scott makes jokes about your friends. "that's not cool," you roll your eyes and pull away from the crook of his neck. "what? come on. take a joke. I didn't mean it." oh yes he did. "yeah right, okay."

"can you just.. continue?" he asks, making your eyes light up, thinking he wanted to hear more of the gossip you wanted to tell. that was until he pulled you back in to his neck. not that you minded, but you thought he actually wanted to talk this time. his hand rubs up and down the small of your back soothingly as you suck on his pale neck. he didn't care that anyone would see. more so because nobody knew about this. outside of his cabin, you were just friends. not even friends, really.. just someone you talked to. thats what everyone else thought.

"are you even really paying attention to me, scott?" you ask him. "what? yeah. I've been listening to you this whole time." he scoffs. "I know it might seem like I just wanna.. you know." bone? makeout? definitely, he wants to, but hes not that big of a jerk.. not usually. "but I actually like listening to what you have to say. how else would I know everyones secrets?" he says playfully. A lot of people at horizon trusted you. especially the ones in your group. they told you everything going on. and who did you tell? scott.

"I just wanna feel you all over me while you talk my ear off. is that really so bad?" he mumbles as his fingers drfited down to the waist band of your jeans. "keep talking. I like your voice." he says and kisses your cheek.

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• FWB!SCOTT who started this whole thing with an argument. He was mad that you were chopping wood the wrong way. He was actually worried that you'd end up slicing one of your body parts off with the way you handled that axe. You told him that you didn't need him hovering over you the whole time and you eere doing just fine, but he wasnt having it. you yelled in eachothers faces for a whole minute. you were just getting so annoying and he didnt know how to shut you up, so he pulled you in for a kiss. then what? he kept asking for more. making out in the trails, him leaving marks all over your body in the equipment shed.. a lot happened.

• FWB!SCOTT who doesn't give you special treatment when everyone else is around. yeah, he has a little less attitude with you, but he seriously doesn't want anyone to know about you and him. hes not embarrassed, he just wants to keep it private since everyone is so nosy. But once you get him all alone, he does whatever you ask.

• FWB!SCOTT gets jealous when you talk to other guys. 《she's not mine.》 he thinks. but he just can't help it. Ezra isn't a huge problem, but auggie and the other guys.. he knows they're into you just as much as he is. he hears what they say about you when they're all in a group, hanging out. He's great at pretending he doesn't care, but he's always getting angry in his mind when auggie talks about how he'd let you do anything to him.

• FWB!SCOTT who loves feeling your hands all over his body. he acts high and mighty until you start scratching his warm back with your grown out nails. it turns him into putty. he'll have his arms wrapped around you, shirt lifted/off and face burried in your chest.

"little more to the left." he says, his tone full of sleepiness. your nails scratch right where he wanted, making him groan in pleasure. "yeah, there." he sighs. "you have no idea how soothing this is for me." Scott mummbles, kissing your cleavage.

who would he be if he said he didn't also love your hand in his pants? a big liar.

"mm-mm, stop it." Scott's hips rock up in your hand. "someone's gonna walk in." he says but makes no move to stop your hand from stroking his hard cock. "probably," you whisper into his ear. "I dont think you'd care very much though. would you?" you asked him, earning a whimper and a shake from his head. "no, I wouldn't. I don't care." he gasps, feeling your thumb brushing the slit. "oh my God, dont do that. dont fucking do that." his head falls against your shoulder. his hips stopped moving, letting you take full control. "im gonna.. hhuh," his hot load coats your hand and the bottom of his black shirt.

Oh, does he love taking you in the cold forest at night. "shut the fuck up. you're the one who wanted it." he thrusts into you at a fast pace. your legs were spread for him, shirt riding up your stomach. the way you looked at him under the moonlight was such a turn on. his flannel under you and the dirty ground underneath that. he was on his knees, fucking you in the middle of the damn forest at who knows what time. That evening you were being such a tease, asking him to take you exactly like this, but not clear about when.

so when everyone was running their last few errands at night, he pulled you by the wrist and led you atleast a mile away from everyone into the forest. then this happened. "no self respect? you're letting me fuck you over here? seriously?" he says through a shaky sigh. "I kinda like that," he smirks. "I love it, actually.. you're such a fucki–uhh!" he whimpers. "slut." his thrusts slow, but somehow it just felt better. "you're so wet, baby." his tone is higher now that hes so close. "Scott," you bite your lip, watching his cock pound into you. the way he had already made you finish 2 times. your sticky release coating the base of him. the lewd sticky noises that were made everytime he inserted his dick back in. You finished a little earlier than him, and he kept going so you'd ride out your high. luckily that was quick. he pulled out, now thrusting the tip of himself into your puffy clit. he finishes with a whiny moan.

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[darkenedseraph]

Unplanned

Pairings: Teen dad!Scott Barringer x Pregnant! reader

Warning: mentions of past trauma. Abandonment. Pure angst

Scott’s face goes blank the second the words leave your mouth. Not shock. Not confusion. Just… nothing.

The kind of nothing that comes right before the storm.

For a long moment, he just stares at you, like if he waits long enough, the words will rewind themselves, like this conversation will just disappear.

“You’re lying,” he says finally. His voice is flat. Hollow.

Your chest tightens, but you force yourself to stand your ground. “I’m not.”

His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. He looks away, shaking his head, like he’s trying to shake the truth right out of existence.

“This isn’t happening,” he mutters, pacing the tiny cabin, fingers threading through his hair. “No. No.”

You can feel it coming the moment he shuts down, the moment he locks himself behind all that anger and pain and refuses to let you in.

You should be used to it by now.

But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s not just his own demons he’s running from.

“It’s happening, Scott.” Your voice is quiet, but firm. “And I don’t—I don’t know what to do.”

For a split second, something flickers across his face. Something vulnerable.

Then, it’s gone.

He lets out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Well, that makes two of us.”

That hurts. More than it should. More than you’ll ever admit.

You swallow against the lump in your throat. “I know you’re scared.”

“Don’t.” His voice is hoarse. A warning.

But you don’t stop. “I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own blood.”

That makes him freeze.

Your hands are shaking, but you force yourself to keep going. “You think I don’t understand? You think I don’t hear that voice in my head, telling me I’ll be just like them?” Your voice cracks, and you hate it. “You know what it was like for me, Scott. What they did to me.”

His breathing is uneven now. He won’t look at you.

“I wake up every night wondering if I’ll ever be free of them,” you whisper. “If the things they did to me will always be there. If I’ll ever be anything more than what they made me.”

His hands are shaking now, too.

“But I have to believe I’m more than them,” you say. “And so do you.”

Silence.

Then, he exhales sharply, stepping back like you just shoved him.

“I can’t do this.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

The words slice through you, but you don’t react. Not yet.

“I won’t do this,” he says, louder now, more desperate. “I won’t bring a kid into this world just to ruin them the way I was ruined.”

You flinch.

Scott sees it. And for a second, his face twists with something that looks like regret.

But only for a second.

You take a shaky breath, nodding like this was the answer you always knew you’d get. “Then go.”

His head snaps up. “What?”

“You heard me.” Your voice is steadier than it has any right to be. “You don’t want this? Fine. I won’t beg you to stay.”

Something flashes in his eyes. “That’s not—” He stops himself, exhaling harshly. “You don’t get it.”

“I do.” Your voice is tired now. “I do get it, Scott. You’re scared. And I get it because so am I.” You swallow hard. “But the difference is, I don’t run.”

That lands like a punch. His entire body tenses, eyes flashing with something dark and raw.

For a moment, you almost think he’ll fight for this. For you.

But then, his walls slam back up.

And he walks out the door.

This time, you don’t stop him.

Because you know—deep down, you always knew—Scott never learned how to stay.

And maybe he never will.

[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.

[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

[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 ♡

- sucking Anakin off ♡

➻❥ 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 ♡

- sex Ed w/ 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⌝

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Lorenzo Di Lamberti

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Scott Barringer

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