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hanasnx · 6 months

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"capable of love."

WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: scott barringer x gn!reader SUMMARY: an injury brings you closer together. WARNINGS: injury | size difference | romance | mentioned: withdrawals

SCOTT BARRINGER has a lot of anger to work out. He makes that clear every time you witness one of his famous temper tantrums. If something doesn't go his way, he's the first to leave. The first to kick something over. To yell, to scream, to cry. It's bratty, and annoying. It's natural, from your side of things, to wish ill-will upon him. He expresses what you're never allowed to express, you wish it'd be his downfall.

Lo and behold, he has another one of his emotional outbursts. His instability becomes everyone's problem. He's large, and he's loud. Of course you'd flinch, drop whatever's in your hands, hide from the source. It stirs resentment within you— that dissipates right before your eyes when your wish comes true.

A jarring slam, and a resounding: "Fuck!" Has you rushing to the origin, to see him doubled over clutching his own hand.

"What happened?" your instinct is to say. At the sound of your voice, he straightens, a sheen of fresh tears on his eyes as meets yours. Delicate, pink features twisted in anguish as he glances between you and his injury.

"Shut my fucking hand in the door." he replies hoarsely, angrily. Like it's your fault. He can't keep still, pacing, bending over, torn between looking around or at his brittle fingers. A string of curses start out strong from his lips, stringing with saliva, and feather out to a whisper. Dealing with the pain manifests in throwing his body around.

Once you get over your shock, guilt takes root. Is this your fault? Did you cause this? You blink away your disbelief, rushing to his side to settle soothing hands on his back after he rests his elbows on the counter, rocking back and forth. Frantically, he massages his palm as if to get his mind off of the actual location of the injury.

To your surprise, he jerks away from your touch. "Go away! Go, I don't need you." The back of his head is far less intimidating, golden locks curling around at the nape of his neck in a most endearing way. Unfortunately, you have no time to idle, hovering your hands over the fabric of his hoodie, wary of his boundary.

"At least let me see it." you tell him firmly. You hear a faint whimper and he shakes his head. So you toughen up, "Scott. Let me see it."

Reluctantly, he stands and you back up, so when he faces you you're not as close as you once were, concealing your former proximity. The shade of his face has deepened. "I think I broke it."

You outstretch your palm, inviting him to let you see. His wound is kept close to his chest, as if he hasn't decided to trust you with it yet. In the light, getting a good view of his skewed countenance, you notice the damp trail lining his cheek. It's not a good time to mention it, and you see his hesitance slowly melt away as he carefully releases his hand, and extends his arm to you. His knuckles rest on the heel of your palm, and you inspect him with extreme prejudice. Exacerbating the pain would be cruel, but violating his fragile trust in you would be worse. You can feel the red hot pulse of it, and chew your bottom lip worriedly.

"Well?" he snaps you out of your examination impatiently, tilting his head into your eye-line to recapture your attention.

You turn it over, his large appendage about the length of your two overlapping ones as you hold it. Blue blooms underneath his fingernails, he must've burst the blood vessels on impact. "Can you bend them?"

"What?" he sighs incredulously, narrowing his gaze at you to scrutinize you.

"If any of your fingers are broken, we'll know. Can you bend them?"

"What? No!"

"Just try!"

He opens his mouth to speak, to object, but it closes. Moistening his lips, he throws a look to the side in exasperation before stepping closer to you, bowing his head to concentrate hard on his twitching digits. You try to ignore how fast your heart is beating. Daring a glance up at him, he does not return the favor, but you witness the adorable way his tongue peeks out as he focuses, how his sharp jawline is defined by the gesture.

Tentatively, his fingers move in the shortest bursts, like little cracks of motion. "It hurts."

"It's gonna." You both watch as he cautiously wiggles his fingers. As a former football player, you're sure he's no stranger to injury. Your guess is he was already overwhelmed, and experiencing withdrawals. Something like this was enough to set him off, but he's... a lot calmer now. Breathing has evened out as he intently carries out the task you gave him, fingers move back and forth in a leisure wiggle. You're not sure why you did it, why you're feeling so nurturing, so drawn to him, but your hands envelope his, massaging the tissue for him. His wide palm and thick wrist are worked by your affectionate touch.

It stuns him. Flashing his gaze between you and his sore appendage.

"What are you doing?" he questions quietly. It's unclear if he's averse or puzzled.

"Helping." Your thumbs dig into the meat of his hand, sensing the kinks there. "You have rough hands." On the inside of the knuckle, where his fingers meet his palm, there are calluses. Probably from holding that stupid football. You meet his awaiting eyes, the twinge of red still lines his lids, lashes dark and wet from lachrymal essence, exquisite cheek bones budded with a frail pink. There's a comfortable silence as he draws his bottom lip through his teeth. His larynx bobs with a swallow.

Electricity. It has your baby hairs stand on end. An invisible force beckons you, as if tied together and the string tightens, you incline into each other. Your surroundings fall away with each inch. Tepid, parted lips graze yours, a minor delay to purse yet. He searches your eyes at first, and your mirror his actions, coming to meet in the middle with a subtle pucker. A peck. Innocent, soft. His hand remains relinquished in yours.

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erosmutt · 1 month

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ⵌ ꜰᴀᴡɴ ⨾ 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

bratty!sub!scott x dom!chubby!milf!teacher!reader, semi-public sex (in a classroom), reader is referred to as 'Miss', reader is kinda sorta manipulative if you squint, mentions of his bitchass stepmom. 1.3k words.

“God, why do you always have to make this so hard for me?!” Scott whines, pacing in front of your desk. You sit at your desk, hands folded with your chin resting on them, your eyes following him as he goes back and forth.

He was always a brat. Always, without fail. His father requested you to give him some tutoring after school so he could keep his grades up and, in turn, stay on the football team.

“You’re so stupid! Do you even know what you’re doing?! Why can’t I get another teacher? Why can’t Mr. Scarbrow tutor me?! At least he acts like he cares!” he continued, making you roll your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, your hands going to massage your temples. He was such an insufferable student. He was never not complaining about something. Without fail, Scott found something to complain about. The temp of the room, the other students being annoying, something.

“Scott,” you begin, and your tone makes Scott stop to look up at you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Yeah?” you give him a warm, maternal smile, and the poor boy’s entire body racked with a shudder. “How about we move onto another problem, hm? Here,” you stand and walk to the board. He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes stay fixed on your ass in the ungodly tight pencil skirt you decided to wear as you move around, the sound of your heels clicking against the linoleum fading into the background of Scott’s little world. You pick up the marker and begin writing.

“So we have your preimage, and your image. Now, when you move it, you’re translating, like so…” and now your voice fades into the background. All Scott could focus on was your wide hips and thick legs, your white blouse letting him faintly see the band of your sapphire blue bra. He slides into the desk at the very front of the class, shifting around and bouncing his legs to distract him from the growing tent in his sweatpants.

With his hands gripping the front edge of the desk, he licks his lips once more and swallows, his tummy coiling. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away with it…

So he tries. As your back is turned, Scott trails his hand down, shoving it into his sweatpants. He rubs his shaft over his boxers, fingers fiddling with the opening. Once his hand makes contact with his shaft, he whimpers. “Oh…”

You turn to look at him. “Scott?” He freezes, and slowly looks up at you, his baby blues wide with shock. You set the marker down and walk up to him, a warm smile on your face. “And what do we have here, hm~?”

Scott was absolutely fucked. How would he explain this? ‘Sorry Miss, I got horny and was jacking off to your ass’?

“Uh, I uh, uh,” “Shh,” you respond, reaching down to gently caress his cheek. “Shhh, it’s alright Scotty.” You give him another warm smile, making him whimper. You reminded him so much of his stepmother, but better. He didn’t feel gross, he felt fulfilled.

“Can you stand up for me Scott?” He nods, removing his hand and standing up. You led him to your desk, then took a seat atop it, leaving Scott there, standing before you like a lost child. “Um, Miss?” He murmurs to you, all his brattiness gone. “Miss,” “ah-ah, this entire time you’ve been acting out, Scotty. You have to listen to me now, alright?”

He nods. “‘M listening.” He watches as you reach forward and brush your fingers through his curls. “Good boy, come here, come closer.” You coax him forward as if he was an animal you were attempting to befriend. He leans into your touch, stepping closer until he’s flush against you, standing between your legs. His hands come to rest on your thighs, kneading the flesh, making his cock twitch.

All of you - your whole body made Scott writhe with need. The stretch marks on your inner thighs, the pudge of your stomach, your plush breasts making a few buttons of your blouse look like they were holding on by a thread, literally. You lean back on your hands, allowing Scott’s hands to roam your body. “Miss, can I?”

You give him that same warm smile. “Of course.” Wasting no time, Scott pushes the front of your skirt up, and his knees nearly buckle at the sight of your lace panties that were the same sapphire color your bra was. Like the teenage boy he was, he quickly shoved his bottoms down in one go, tugged your panties to the side, and guided his cock into your hole (after missing a couple times).

As soon as his tip is engulfed by your gummy walls, he whines and plants his hands flat onto the desk. “Ohh god,” He whimpers out, hips stuttering. Poor thing couldn’t even handle it! You reach up and stroke his rosy cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Shh, good boy Scott.” He leans down and rests his forehead on your shoulder, his abs flexing as he tries to not look like too much of a little bitch.

You reach down and gently wrap your free hand around his shaft, guiding him into your pussy, your legs wrapped around his waist to aid in moving him towards you. “There you go sweetie, there you go.” Once Scott was finally bottomed out inside you, he bucks his hips subconsciously, needing some sort of stimulation. “Hnn,”

Letting out a soft laugh, you reach up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Keep going Scotty, you can do it,” you murmur into his ear. Your voice was so gentle and maternal, he couldn’t take it. He reaches up and fumbles with your buttons, tugging at the thin fabric of your blouse. You let him figure it out, watching as he tugs it apart, finally getting access. He lifts his head and when he sees the plush fat of your chest, he lets out a sob.

Scott was so incredibly overstimulated - his cock buried inside you, the sight of your matured body, raging hormones. He tugs at the cups of your bra eagerly, pulling them down. “Scotty,” you coo, your hand now resting on the back of his neck. “You can move for me, yeah? You can move for Miss?”

Hearing you refer to yourself in third person made Scott let out a half-groan half-whine. He nods eagerly. “C’mon, use your words, love.” He swallows and tries to catch his breath. “Nnh, yeah, uh-huh, gonna…”

You give him a fake pout. “Poor baby,” Scott nods. He wasn’t even really coherent anymore, he was just trying to keep from falling to his knees. Finally finding the strength, he begins to buck his hips forward, rutting instead of thrusting properly. He babbles incoherently, his brows furrowed and voice strained. He leans down and buries his face in your tits, his hands squeezing at them as well. “‘na, gonna, ha, ssss, oh,” Scott slurs.

He cries out, hands finding your biceps for support as he spills his load inside you without warning. You just run your hand through his hair, raking your nails along his scalp. “Good boy, Scotty.” He murmurs something incoherent in response. “Did so well sweetie.” He murmurs a repetition of your praise, drawing a soft giggle from you, and earning him a kiss on his warm forehead.

It was rare that Scott was able to earn praise from anyone. His father, his stepmother, not even his coach would make him feel this special. You knew full well you had no business doing this, but seeing him so pathetic and brought down off his imaginary high horse filled you with satisfaction. Knowing he had no one else to cry to (besides Mr. Scarbrow, but you would make sure Scott kept his mouth closed!) except you made you shiver with a perverted sense of power. In due time, Scott would act up again - you would just have to put him back in his place.

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biggestsimponhere · 5 months

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‘Tis the damn season - Scott Barringer x f!reader

Warnings - Slight angst, this should be a full angst only angst fic but i can’t handle that rn 😭 Also sorry it’s not gender neutral i try to keep most of my fics gender neutral but Horizon only has boy/girl cabins 🙁

Christmas at horizon has always been the same. They take all the kids to see the lights in town on Christmas Eve, then everyone comes back and we drink Hot Chocolate (One of the only special things allowed) and watch a christmas movie. On Christmas day everyone opens whatever their parents sent them and if they didn’t get anything from their parents then Peter and Hannah would make sure they had something. You’ve been here several years. Three to be exact but that doesn’t matter. This year a new kid joined. You didn’t know who it was because you had been off on a trip with another group when he came.

You were sitting on the bench next to the window looking out at the snow, admiring it, then he walked in. The new kid. Scott barringer. You glanced up them back out the window before doing a double take. “Scott?” You said moving away from the window. Scott looked up at the sound of his name. You were right. That’s scott. Your Scott. Your childhood best friend and love of your life. “Y/n?” He said as he moved towards you. Tears formed in your eyes as he wrapped you in a hug. You breathed him in, holding him close. “What’re you doing here?” It only takes you a moment to register that he must be the new kid. “Scott, why are you here? What happened?” You said pulling away to look him in the eye.

The rest of the cliffhangers stood slightly behind you two, all of them looking confused as they’d never seen either of you so happy. “I got into trouble back home, drugs, so dad made me come here” He said smiling softly. “If you wanted to see me so bad you could have just visited y’know?” You say teasing him. He laughs before pulling you back into his arms. You two stood there for another minute before Peter walked in. “What’re you two doing?” He said laughing. “Hugging, whatre you doing?” You said pulling away from Scott. “Wondering why you’re hugging him if you don’t know him?” Peter said looking between the two of you. “I’ve known Scott since we were like four” You say looking back at Scott who’s smiling, content, looking at you.

“What do you mean?” A voice came from behind you all. Juliette. “What? Was the sentence not clear enough?” Shelby said nudging jules. “We grew up together” Scott says turning to jules. Juliette stops speaking after that. You and Scott move to the window and continue talking about all you missed. You talk long into the night, you smile as you realize peter must have told the others to just leave you two. You looked around the cozy room, your gaze stopping on the lit fire place. You were about to speak again when you noticed someone at the top of the stairs. You tapped scott and motioned with your eyes towards the stairs.

He followed your gaze towards the stairs but whoever was there left. “Who do you think it was?” Scott asked when you told him what happened. “I don’t know, how close are you with jules?” You ask quietly. He pauses clearly thinking of an answer. A few minutes go by before he speaks. “We’ve kissed… a few times” He says softly. You nod, slowly pulling your hand away from where it was resting on his knee in between yours. “We should get to sleep” You say standing up quickly. “Why?” He says reaching a hand out towards yours. You pull away. You don’t mean to it just happens. “Peter. He’s a real stickler for the rules and he’ll be by to make sure everyone’s asleep soon” The lie slips past your lips before you can stop it.

Scott nods and watches as you turn away. You put out the fire, tears silently streaming down your face. You brush past Scott quickly and head back to your cabin. When you got there the only person awake was Grace. “Hey” She said as you walked in. “Hey” Your voice comes out wobbly. Grace quickly looked up from her book. “Come here” She said setting her book to the side. “What’s wrong?” She says as you climb into her arms. “Scott” is all you manage to breathe out between sobs. “Your best friend scott? What happened?” She said stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. “He’s kissed jules, and it’s not even like it’s his fault, we’ve never had something, it’s not his fault i’m in love with him” You say curling further into a ball.

“I’m sorry, why don’t you get some rest?” She said softly. You smile slightly and return to your bed. You fall asleep rather quickly after losing all your energy to crying. You wake up the next day and turn over to face the clock on your bedside. You then realize you’ve slept in for half the day. You quickly get up and get dressed. You walk into the main cabin and the cliffhangers turn to look at you, your eyes drift to Scott who’s sitting next to Juliette and you quickly avert your gaze and move to your group. “There she is, good morning sleepyhead” Peter said as he looked up from where he was helping another student. “Good morning peter” You say quietly.

He quickly picks up on your bad mood and offers to go find Hannah. The two of them had basically been family since you’ve been here. You shake your head slowly. “I’m okay peter” You say leaning against Grace who was currently coloring next to you. “It’s not like you’d say if you weren’t” Daisy said from your other side. “Come talk, please” Peter said moving over to you. You let peter lead you towards his office and ignoring scott’s eyes trailing after you. You talk with peter for a solid half an hour before finally being able to go back to group. “Can we talk?” Scott says approaching you. Before you can say anything Grace cuts in. “I think you’ve done enough haven’t you?” She says sharply. “It’s okay grace, promise” You say standing up.

You follow Scott out into the snow, he leads you slightly into the woods so you two can sit on the bench peter set up. “What did i do? Please tell me, i didn’t mean to hurt you” He says quickly. “It’s nothing Scott really” You move to stand but he reaches out and holds you in place. “That’s not true” He says firmly, “I did something and i want to fix it” He says softer than before. “I’ve been in love with you scott, for years. You’ve never shown any interest in me and to hear you kissed jules it hurt” You say, tears falling down your face again. He wipes them away, slowly, softly, as if you were made of glass. “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i never meant to make you feel that way, i mean you had to know i love you” He said quietly.

You smile softly at him. “Really? Y-you love me?” You say, trying to figure out if this was real. “Yes” That’s all you needed to hear. You bring your hand up to his cheek and pull him into a kiss. The two of you spend the rest of the day doing things together, Snow angels, hot chocolate. “Come on we gotta get back to the cabin, it’s time for christmas lights” You say pulling scott off the ground. The two of you quickly run back to where everyone was loading into the cars. Peter smiles at you seeing the light practically radiating off of you. The two do you load into the cars and hold hands secretly as you drive through the mountains and back to town. “The lights are so pretty this year” You say smiling.

“Not as pretty as you” He whispers softly. You grin at him and nudge him. “You’re cheesy” You say laughing. “Only for you” He says reaching for your hand. The two of you walk around the cold, snow covered town, smiling like two idiots. “I love you” He says brightly. “I love you too” You say wrapping your arms around him. You hold him close under the glittering christmas lights of town and you finally feel at home. Peter and Hannah watch you two from a distance, smiling broadly. “Aren’t we supposed to be stopping this” Hannah says laughing. “Maybe, but they’re happy” Peter says back. They stand close together as they watch the love continue to blossom between you two beneath the bright moonlight cascading down to the christmas lights.

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undercovernationalsuperstar · 6 days

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He's so pretty when he cries

#anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #scott barringer #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut

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maevesversion · 1 month

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Birthday Gift

Sam Monroe x Fem!Reader

A/N: This was inspired by this post! I recommend checking out their user! NOT PROOFREAD

it was your eighteenth birthday and you had invited your boyfriend sam to your small birthday party.

your family and friends gathered around the dining table, you were pretty excited to say the least. your car had been stolen a few months back and you had been wanting a new car for your birthday.

sam watched as you opened your presents with enthusiasm, your smile was everything to him, though the your mouth around him was even better.

“open mine doll.” sam smirked, placing his hand on your shoulder. you knew his smirk never meant anything good.

“where is yours?” you asked cautiously, you never knew with sam, one moment he could be an angel, the next he’s the embodiment of satan.

sam handed you his small brown bag proudly, it was almost as him he was giving you a prized possession.

you looked up at him meekly. you slowly took out the white tissue paper, spotting a bracelet & necklace at the bottom.

“what is this?” you ask, picking up the necklace with a tiny jar full of an unknown red substance.

“my blood.” sam grinning ear to ear, earning a surprised gasp.

“sam!” you shrieked, throwing the necklace at him.

“baby you didn’t even get to my cum bracelet!” sam whined.

★dividercredits- @chachachannah & @plutism

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#hayden christensen #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #life as a house #sam monroe x you #no use of y/n #blurb #im so lazy #fanfic #anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker #star wars #scott barringer #james kelly #i’m bad at tagging #i hate this lowkey

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sswiftiestars · 6 months

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my girl

scott barringer x reader

tws/cws: fluff, drabble, mentions of gore, a little angsty if you squint. fem! reader, misogyny, slight spoilers for higher ground, MENTIONS OF SCOTTS SA, DO NOT READ IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO THAT TOPIC!!!!!!

summary: when david, the new student at horizon, makes a remark towards you infront of scott; scott doesn’t take too kindly to it.

David scoffs as he watches you chop wood from afar, and he turns his head towards scott. “Shouldn’t she be working in the kitchen instead?” David laughs, “It’s where she belongs, after all. a job like that belongs to a man.” he grins.

Scott glares down at him, tongueing the side of his cheek. in no time, scott towers over david, looking at him threateningly. “Don’t talk about her like that.” he grits.

“Or what? you’ll fight me?” david laughs, “Oh wait, you can’t do that. after all, you failed to fight off your stepmother when she—“

crack

Scott swung his fist into david’s face, a loud crack coming from david’s nose. “what the fuck, man?” david yells, holding his nose in pain as blood spills out of his nose.

“Talk about me or y/n again like that, i’ll kill you.” scott growls. david starts to cry and he backs away.

“I’ll tell peter about this! y-you’ll get 2 months worth of kitchen duty!” david cries.

“Whatever, david.” scott rolls his eyes, “anything for my girl.” he says quietly.

#scott barringer #scott barringer x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen #higher ground

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delqcate · 7 months

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-–— FLANNEL SHIRTS : FLUFFTOBER DAY 3

i was supposed to post this yesterday but i was incredibly tired, anyways this is shorter and personally not one of my favorites so far, but i hope you guys still like it 🤸‍♀️ | flufftober | navigation

summary: nothing sounds better than being wrapped around in scott barringer's flannel shirts

warnings/cw: no y/n

word count: 0.5k

paring: scott barringer x you

Flannel shirts were his brand at this point. You see a tall, dirty blonde boy wearing any type of flannel, it was most likely Scott. Whether the season or weather, he would be wearing one.

It was something you noticed when you first met him, his blue flannel shirt just seemed like a style choice until a couple of weeks later when you noticed he had almost every color imaginable. And as you grew closer to him, the thought of wearing one of them sounded like one of the best comforts right next to his warm embrace.

The bell that rang throughout the wooden walls of the classroom snapped you out of your thoughts and started to pack your things alongside everyone. "I was thinking, since we have to do that reading over the weekend, why don't we just read it together? At least the first few pages."

His raspy voice was always something you loved about him. "It's not a bad idea. How about after classes tonight in the common room?" You move closer to him as the both of you walk, not too close to cause stares. He nods and looks into your eyes, a silent look that you understand despite it saying a thousand words.

It was late at night, and you and Scott were curled up on the couch together surrounded by the other Cliffhangers who were reading or just talking with each other. But you couldn't focus as Scott read the book aloud so the both of you could be on the same page, your gaze was focused on his flannel shirt.

It was a darker color than his other flannels, but it complimented him well, especially at this time of the year. You didn't even realize that he had stopped reading until he spoke. "You still there? I feel like you're not as interested in my reading." He chuckles out, adjusting his position.

"Hm? Oh- Scott, you know I could never be tired of your voice.” You smile softly and yawn. It had been a long day of assignments, classes, and cleaning duty in the kitchens after all.

"Yeah, alright that may be true, but are you sure you're not focused on anything else?" He wraps an arm around you, your body is starting to feel even warmer, like a fuzzy type of warm. "I promise." Your gaze moves back to his flannel and a smile forms on your face.

"You know, if you really wanted to borrow it, you could've asked me in the first place." A small grin was forming on his face as he put the book down and slipped his flannel off, draping it over you. You feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment but also as a way of showing your gratitude.

"It was obvious, wasn't it?" You bite your lip and rest your head on his shoulder, sighing softly. "You've been looking at me more than usual whenever I wear them. How much more obvious could you get?" He smirks and sighs, opening the book again and staring to read.

You couldn't tell what was more comforting in this moment, his voice as he read, his flannel around you, or maybe just him in general. Maybe it was all three. Either way, it was a nice feeling that got you even more all warm and fuzzy.

#★ — ﹙flufftober . . . 🍁﹚#★ — ﹙daydreaming . . . 📜﹚#scott barringer #scott barringer fluff #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer imagine #hayden christensen #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen imagine

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erosmutt · 24 days

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Write pt 2 to scott and sam RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I have an exam in 2 days and the only thing i can think about is that fic AND I BLAME YOU. brain rot.

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . brothers Scott and Sam x teacher!reader (PART TWO)

𖦹 age gap, dom!teacher!reader, reader has a mida rana complex, sub!scott & sam, anal fingering (m!receiving), orgasm denial, scott refers to reader as 'mama' a few times

𖦹 accompanied by Control ⋆ Puddle Of Mudd

𖦹 i hope your exam goes well bby!

A handful of tutoring sessions with your beloved little boys had gone by. Scott, ever the obedient of the two, was there everyday. Sam, on the other hand, was absent the majority of the time. It was about 5:30 in the evening, and you and Scott were sitting alone in your classroom, as usual. Except this time you weren’t simply tutoring him, no. Scott was bent over one of the desks, babbling as you slowly circled his rim with the tips of your fingers, casually humming while you did so. There was a worksheet based on last night’s assigned reading in front of him, only his name and the date at the top of the page.

“Miss,” Scott whines, grabbing at the desk. “In-inside!”

Per his request, you push your middle finger into him first, drawing a loud whine and a shudder from him. You smile and stroke your other hand up and down his back to soothe him. “Shh, easy, Scotty,”

You knew he hated that nickname - he had confided in you about his mother, about what she does, and how she always calls him Scotty. You couldn’t help yourself. He was always so pathetic when he whined to you, telling you to not call him that. ’It makes me feel gross’ he would tell you. ’Like she’s right here with me’. Every time he would cry into your chest about his horrendous home life, you would just comb your fingers through his curls and murmur sweet nothings to him until he calmed down.

He lets out a soft sob at the nickname, arching his back as your fingers press against his prostate. You were always so gentle with Scott compared to his brother. Scott was a compliant boy, whereas you had to break Sam in. He was so aggravatingly defiant, always challenged authority and made a point to break every goddamned rule that was set. You had no choice but to ‘tame’ Sam.

“‘S too- haa,” you just smile as Scott slurs his words, continuing to massage his prostate. As you do so, the classroom door slams open. You look up and smirk at the flabbergasted look on Sam’s face. When his brother realized what had happened, he tried to explain himself. Alas, it was all for naught - it wouldn’t have made Sam forget this sight. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide. “Sam!” Scott says, catching his breath.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Sam yells. You smile and make a ‘come here’ motion with your finger.

Not knowing what compelled him to do it, Sam stepped forward to the two of you. His brother’s cheeks were flushed pink, a tiny streak of drool making its way down his chin, dropping onto the paper below him. “Sammy- Sammy,” Sam shudders, gripping the strap of his messenger bag. “Don’t fucking… I don’t know. You sound like a little bitch, man.”

Scott squirms about on the desk, and you pull your fingers out of him. Knowing what to do, Scott opens his mouth with his tongue out like a good boy, and takes your fingers into his mouth. Sam grimaces. “Fuckin’ ew…”

You smile at Sam. “See what happens to your brother? He gets treated well. He’s a good boy.” You look down at him. “Aren’t you Scotty?” The poor boy nods, pulling off your fingers. “A good boy, mama.”

Upon hearing his brother refer to you as ‘mama’, Sam rubs a hand over his face and makes noises of frustration. He was conflicted - the sight of his sexy teacher domming someone was one thing, but it was his brother. But at the same time, his brother was a little bitch, and that made it all the more hot.

“Come here, Sammy.” You coax, your words honeyed. “I want you to watch. Take your brother as an example. Let him teach you.”

Sam hesitantly shuffles closer, setting his bag down onto a desk nearby. “What the hell, dude?” he whispers to himself, sitting back on the same desk he had his bag on. He watches, unable to look away from the scene before him.

Scott turns over, now sitting on the desk, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek, hand wrapping around his shaft. "Let's show Sam what a good boy you can be, Scotty."

He nods, beginning to squirm again as his sensitive cock is stroked. Sam scrunches his nose, his eyes fixed on your hand pleasuring his brother. It's not like he hadn't seen his brother's privates before - and Scott had seen his too. Both results of an unfortunate walk-in on the other's 'alone' time.

“Mama,” Scott murmurs to you as your other hand gently brings Scott’s head down to your chest. He doesn’t move to remove your breasts from the confines of your button up, he just buries his face in them. Sam shifts on the desk, swallowing. He was most definitely envious of his brother’s current position. “Gonna cum,” Scott continues, his hands gripping your biceps. When you abruptly stop stroking him, Scott bucks his hips up, seeking friction. “You can’t!” he whines, lifting his head to look at you. You place your hands on his thighs to keep him steady. “I think we’ve demonstrated enough for Sammy, don’t you think?”

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . brothers Scott and Sam x teacher!reader (PART ONE)

𖦹 age gap, teacher!reader, reader has a mida rana complex, sub!scott, sub!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.

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hanasnx · 3 months

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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.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: scott #indy: drabbles #scott barringer smut #scott barringer drabble #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer x fem reader #scott barringer x you #scott barringer x y/n #scott barringer imagine #scott barringer fic #scott barringer fanfic #scott barringer fanfiction #reader insert

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hanasnx · 4 months

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i finally caved and started watching higher ground bc of you and i’m so upset i didn’t watch it sooner. i spent the entire first episode thinking of how much i wanted to stick my tongue in scott’s mouth. i would have fucked him in that little private room at the beginning of the episode. i finally both understand and enjoy your scott thirsts 🫶

while he’s still wearing the handcuffs 🫨

i really enjoyed that show tbh like genuinely entertained me and i thought the concepts were more or less accurate to my journey as a “troubled kid” especially when i was taken to a place kinda like that. i really identified with scott.

but yes.

stick your tongue in his mouth and he’ll push you off by your shoulders with a little disgusted twist on his face, “ugh. where’d you learn to kiss like that? jesus. go slow, okay? slow.” talking to you like you’re stupid because he lacks a kind filter.

you both snuck into the private room after hours so y’all can get down and dirty with a door. no one in bunks that could wake up at any second, no patrolling staff that can catch you in the act while your most sacred parts are exposed. they’ve locked this door for the night, it should be all good.

and it is all good. all good for you. bouncing up and down on him while he keeps a big hand over your mouth, shutting you up because he knows your ass is loud. brows pinched, breathing through his mouth or biting down on the skin past his lip. “that good? huh? that good, baby?” meeting your gaze for a second to gauge whether or not you nod and your eyes roll into the back of your head. “w’gotta be careful, yeah? yeah, fuck, i missed pussy.”

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hanasnx · 5 months

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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.

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౨ৎ SCOTT BARRINGER.

⋆ SCOTT'S PLAYLIST.

౨ৎ DRABBLES.

ᯓ★ virgin!Scott

ᯓ★ two-timing teacher (starring Sam Monroe)

ᯓ★ two-timing teacher PART TWO (starring Sam Monroe)

౨ৎ FICS.

ᯓ★ ꜰᴀᴡɴ

౨ৎ BOTS.

ᯓ★ [c.ai] you're Scott's counselor

ᯓ★ [c.ai] panty snatcher Scott

ᯓ★ [c.ai] emetophobia comfort

ᯓ★ [j.ai] brat student Scott (and milf!teacher!USER)

#૮ ˙ⱉ˙ ა 내가 이야기 !#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's fics!#૮( ꩜ ㅅ ꩜)ა bnuuy loves scott barringer #scott barringer smut #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer #scott barringer x you #scott barringer x y/n #higher ground #hayden christensen #higher ground smut #higher ground scott barringer #scott barringer higher ground #scott barringer imagine #scott barringer fanfic #scott barringer x chubby!reader #scott barringer x reader smut

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hanasnx · 6 months

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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."

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hanasnx · 6 months

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scotts the kind of guy to sit you on his cock and cover your mouth with his hand because he doesn’t want to hear you whine

SCOTT BARRINGER hissing, “Shut the fuck up.” when he claps his hand over your mouth shouldn’t make you as wet as it does. Slick and slobbering all over his long cock drilling into you, your pussy stings from the stretch. You can’t tell him to stop, not when you’re so close. You watch him as he works, thrusting up into you as you straddle his lap, his tongue moistening his bottom lip and it bobs back out. Plump and pink, you wish you could lean in and capture it, but his palm remains over your mouth. Those intense eyes of his lay on the spot where your bodies connect, a ring of cream forming at the base of his dick and stringing in his pubes. His gaze flickers up to meet your fluttering one, listening to the little sounds you emit through the labored exhales of your nose. “I like you better this way.” A dark curl forms on the corner of his mouth, bowing his head to watch your reaction through his brows. “Like it better when you can’t say shit. You want to, right?” his words feather out, the pleasure getting to him, but he wants to elicit a reaction out of you. “You wanna tell me how it feels good?” he whispers, “I can tell it feels good, I don’t need you to whine it at me. I’m in you, aren’t I? Can’t hide a thing from me.”

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