#scott barringer drabble

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PARENTING AN EGG..

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

Nerd!Anakin

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

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

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

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

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

SAM MONROE

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

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

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

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

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

Scott Barringer

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anakin Skywalker

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clayton Beresford

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

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

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

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

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

James Kelly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ysrjune]

Idk why my asks keep disappearing but..

Fuckboy Scott smutt pretty please..? Hate sex 🥹

PWEASE JUNE GRACE ME WITG A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN

Scott plow me into the headboard please and thanks

—🫧

* THAT BOY IS A REAL PUSSY PLEASER .ᐟ

I love u Nicki🥰🤞🏻 it's not ovulation week but I'm acting like it is #needsomedick #jokebutnotajoke

"mhm, you like that?" The dirty blond calls from behind you. Your back was arched, ass meeting his hips with every thrust. "no!'' you pant, shaking your head. "Really? are you sure about that, mama? 'Cuz the way you're fuckin' me is sayin' otherwise." He smirks pulling on your head. "You know you fuckin' love this." He bends down to whisper in your ear. "'S okay to admit it. Just for right now."

"Shut the fuck up 'n just keep doing what you are." You shake your head, reaching behind yourself for him. "Aw baby, you wanna hold my hand?" Scott holds onto your hand and caresses your knuckle with his thumb. "Yeah, you love me. I know you do." With the other hand, his hand smacks your ass, leaving his handprint.

"Turn around, I wanna see that cute face." He pulls out.

Now, he was fucking you and staring right into your eyes. "I fucking h-hate you." You suck in a breath right as he pulls out to run his length right between where you wanted him. "I don't exactly like you either, baby, but this pussy's just too irresistible. maybe your face, too." his eyes shift down to your shirt. "fuck. how is it that I've fucked you almost three times already and I've never seen your titties, mm?" his hands shoves the fabric up.

"even better than I imagined." He holds onto one, caressing the hardening peak. "right back in there.." He holds the base of his dick and slides back in with ease. "Auhh yeah.." He moans. "Yeah, give it t'me." His throws his head back for a second, biting his lip. He was so fucking annoying, rude, self-centered, and overall just a red-flag.. but damn, he was so damn hot.. literally. His bangs were messed up, a few strands glued to his face by sweat. And speaking of sweat.. the way it was dripping down his chest and neck.. my God.

That drop of sweat heading all the way from his Adam's apple, down to his chest as he rolled his head back down to stare at your tits was so attractive. He watched them bounce, making him whimper. Feeling your tight cunt squeezing him and watching your bouncing titties? he was in heaven. "You stupid whore." His voice was raspy and sounded tired. "Mmn.. uh.. auh-mn," He makes sweet noises while pounding into your wet cunt.

"are you gonna cum already?" you tsk, rolling your eyes. "thought you said you could last like an hour." You try and tick him off. "Oh, I could.. I just.. fuck.. you feel too good, angel." He pants, throwing your leg over his shoulder, reaching in deeper. both of you moan, staring at each other's chests.. well, you were looking at his abs. the way they flexed and the way his chest went up and down as he moaned.. #getmepregnant

"I'm so close, don't stop." You hold your hand to his chest. "cum all over my dick, sweetheart, there's nothing I want more right now." He keeps his speed the same. "maybe except for Stacy. Fuck, you don't know how nice her tits are. big 'n squishy." Of course he had to try and ruin the moment by pissing you off. He always does. You would've stopped this right when he said that if you weren't so close to your orgasm.

"I can't wait to hook up with Vince later.. his dick is pierced, ya know? thought it would hurt, but it actually feels really good when he's fucking me." You rile him up in return. If he was allowed to talk shit so were you. "Cherry has her nipples pierced.. you should ask her to show you." He furrows his eyebrows, trying to concentrate on his and.. maybe your orgasm.

Continuing to make each other mad, he finally whined about it. "shut up! I'm the one making you feel good, not Vince." He connects your lips desperately. "please cum for me, baby, yea—mmn.. please. fuck, I wanna make you cream all over me. Wanna see it." He begs, now staring at the place where you two connect. He spits and loses his mind over how his saliva strings from his cock to your clit with every thrust.

Just a couple more stokes, and you were finished. He pulled out a second before he came, sliding himself through your folds to help him through it. "fuck.." He rolls over on the bed and whimpers into a pillow. "You always make me so tired."

"I'm not tired." You sit up and grab klinex from his bedside and clean yourself up and change back into your clothes. "Good job, I guess. I have to go. I need to meet someone." You wink and leave his dorm.

Is she fucking serious? He thinks.

stupid bitch.

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[hearts4sammonroe]

Please please please do a grumpy x sunshine with Scott 😭🙏🏼🙏🏼

pairing: grumpy!scott x sunshine!reader

contains: fluff!

a/n: hope you like it anon <3 I’ve never written this trope before so I hope I did it right!! divider credits are in my masterlist, pics are from pinterest :)

It took what felt like a million sleepovers and hours of begging to convince your boyfriend, Scott Barringer, to wake up and watch the sunrise with you. Last night, he promised you that he would wake up early and watch the pretty sunrise after all of your begging and convincing.

You gently shook him awake, already hearing his sleepy groan as he snuggled his head farther into the pillow. “Wake up, Scott.” You smile, shaking him awake. “We’re watching the sunrise, remember? Come on, you told me you’d get up and watch it.”

“I lied.” Scott grumbles, pulling the covers farther up his torso.

“Scott.”

“No.”

You frown, letting out a sigh. You knew that he would be grumpy, but he did promise you that he would wake up early.

“No, no, don’t get sad… I can’t stand to see you sad.” He says more nicely this time, still annoyed but never wanting to upset you. He rolls over onto his back, patting his thighs for you to sit. You straddle his waist, trying to get him awake and moving.

“Just give me a minute, I’m defrosting.” Scott says, voice raspy from sleep. He rubs your thighs comfortingly.

“You’re so grumpy in the mornings.” You smile, shaking your head.

“‘M just defrosting.” Scott repeats. After a moment, he got up and walked outside with you. He was extremely tired, but he would do anything to see you happy like always.

“Y’know, you’re the only one I’d do this for, right?”

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[padmesweetheart]

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 you carefully as he adjusted you. He leaned your head on his chest.

Then, he gently lowered himself back on the 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 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 :)

[corvoqueen]

Baby boy’s so adorable!

𝜗𝜚 .River's Edge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scott scoffs, "We spend time together."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[erosmutt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀thinkin'⠀ ﾉ⠀bout

firsts w/ stepson!Scott and milf!reader⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.05.03

Scott was about sixteen when his father remarried to you. It was, unfortunately for him, very evident that he was attracted to you. His poor hormonal body just had to have himself pitch a tent every time he saw you. Even when he finally turned eighteen, it was the same. He just got better at hiding it, but you had such a keen eye that it was impossible for him to truly hide himself, no matter how well he thought he was.

Scott's first kiss was with you, when he was sixteen. Scott's first time touching a pair was with you, when he was seventeen. Scott's first time getting a blowjob was by you, when he was eighteen. He always felt weird about it, like he was doing something wrong, and he was - no, he is, because right now, he's letting you guide him through his first time fingering a girl. Well, a woman.

God, you're such a woman. With your smile lines, with the way you guide and nurture... whenever he gets around you, he doesn't know what to do.

After the very embarrassing fingering, you're helping him with the most important first of all of them - losing his virginity.

"What do I do?" Scott asks, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides. You sit on the bed before him and lean back on your hands. "You've watched videos, haven't you? What do the guys do?" He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Um, like-" "no no, don't tell me, show me."

Scott nods, swallowing down his fear before crawling over you. "Lay down ," he whispers. You oblige, the thin robe you're wearing falling open almost ceremoniously, putting your tits on display for him. He shudders, taking them in his hands. "Uhhn..." he might cream himself right there. His stiffening cock is beginning to strain against his sweatpants annoyingly.

You smile. His fascination with your breasts never fails to amuse you. The first time he got to see them, he was all over you, kneading and squeezing and murmuring about how big they are, about how he can't imagine they could get any bigger - until you mentioned the possibility of pregnancy, which made him actually cream his pants for the first time. Two firsts in one.

"Okay, I got it," he reassures himself more than you as he gets himself out of his sweatpants and boxers, kicking them off and leaving them on the floor. He turns back so he's over you, and he pushes your legs apart, his self-restraint going out the door as soon as he sees your cunt. "Oh shit," he whispers, hurriedly grabbing his shaft and guiding himself into you. Once his tip is inside, he lets out a low whine. "Mommm..."

"It's okay, you're okay. Keep going my love." You coo, stroking his biceps. "Okay?" He nods. "Okay." He takes a deep breath and pushes himself all the way in. When he sheathes himself inside you fully, he lets out a pathetic cry as he cums inside you prematurely, his arms trembling. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry mom, I didn't mean to, I- I couldn't stop," he rambles, his face and neck growing red out of embarrassment. "Oh my god!"

You shake your head, reaching up and running your fingers through his curls. "It's alright, we can always try again another time, yeah?" Scott nods. "Mhmm... another time... but, this one... this one was pretty good for a first time, too."

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[judasprieist]

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.

[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]

please i am begging for a teen dad! scott barringer x gf!reader where they go to the farmers market or something when their baby is still a toddler like 1 1/2 and just some super cute fluff with scott holding the baby and just adorable moments in general please 🙏

I've never been to a farmers market, so I chose the grocery store ANDD added other scenarios for u. Enjoy 💜

You insisted that your boyfriend just take the baby carrier with you guys inside the store, but he wasn't for it. "I can hold him. Plus, there's a seat meant for kids on the carts, so if I get tired, I'll just put him in there." Scott tells you.

Thank God that you had made a list of what you needed. Neither of you could remember from the top of the head what was missing back at home. "Milk, cereal, fruit.." You side eye Scott as you're about to read the next thing listed. "4 bags of goldfish?"

Scott looks at you and nods. "Who put that ther-Was it you??" He raises his eyebrow at the baby boy. The baby covers his mouth with his small chubby hand and then shoves it in there. "Yeah, Leo did it." Scott tsks and looks back at you. "Little trouble maker already, aren't you?" He removes the baby's hand from his mouth. "Don't do that. That's disgusting." Scott sighs and pulls a napkin from his hoodie pocket and wipes off the drool.

You roll your eyes and cross out the goldfish. Maybe one bag was okay, but you needed to stick to the actual list.

At your parents' house, there was no room for you and the baby, but luckily, Scott's house was way big enough. 2 stories and had a guest room that they turned into a nursery. You switched to online school during the middle of your pregnancy, and to 'pay back' your in-laws, you cooked and cleaned around the house while they were at work and Scott was at school.

Scott had Leo in the cart seat, pushing the cart as he followed you around. He was talking to the baby about how he was gonna switch schools next month.

"That school I'm enrolling in after winter break is supposed to help me graduate faster if I have enough credits." He tells the baby. "And it's allll because of you. Thanks a lot, pal." He grins and plays with the babies hair. He ran into the back of your ankles a few times, and everytime, he blamed Leo. "He was distracting me, babe. Honest!"

He ended up just carrying Leo the rest of the time as he helped you shop. "Oh, we need bacon and chicken legs. Can you make those again? The legs? Like, fried but not with flour? It's really good. I like it." Scott was daydreaming about what you would make for dinner the next week. He thinks your cooking is so good. Before you moved in, he had to deal with his mom's weekly spaghetti, un-well seasoned porkchops, and whatever frozen food was in the freezer.

"Your brother is so cute!" The cashier lady tells Scott with a sweet smile. He knew she meant well, but it still bothered him. Hell, it bothered him being a dad. A teen-dad at that, but it was all worth it because he loves you and Leo. Even if it's hard here and then. "Thanks," Scott mutters and takes his dad's card out of his wallet to pay. Yes, his dad pays.. it's groceries.

—

When Leo was 5 and actually able to talk, Scott's life got even better. He could actually have a whole conversation with him now, even if Leo was sort of.. annoying sometimes.

"Daddy," Leo rubs his eye with one hand, standing in front of the TV. "Yeah, buddy, what's up?" Scott asks, moving his head around to catch an angle of the TV where he could see the whole screen while his son was in front of it. "Hey man, you mind moving really quick, please? I'm watching the game." Scott says, still trying to catch that angle.

"Daddy, you know I watch the kangaroo song after I nap." Leo pouts. "Yeah Leo, I know that, but look, we can watch it after daddy watches the game, okay? This is a really good game so far and I really wanna-" "Kangaroo song. Kangaroo song, Kangaroo song," Leo says while jumping up and down. "KANGAROO SONG!" Leo yells. "ALRIGHT!!" Scott yells back in frustration. It doesn't scare the boy, though. He just laughs.

Scott groaned and went to go fetch the dvd for it and then inserted it into the dvd player. "Ya little brat." He rolls his eyes, flopping on the floor, listening to the damn Kangaroo song. He hated it so much, but if Leo didn't hear it after his naps, he'd get into a mood. Worse than Scott's.

Leo was hopping around to the song with a big smile on his face, singing along. Scott knew Leo was gonna replay it over and over again, so he turned to his side and decided to tune it out and take a nap. It was finally summer, and he thought that it'd be a chill one, but no. You were either out with your friends or parents (which was well deserved since you always took care of Leo while Scott was busy with school, football, and going out when appropriate) And Scott was here dealing with the 5 year old.

—

It was finally Scott's 21st birthday, and his parents threw him a surprise party after coming back from running stupid unnecessary errands all day. "No way, you guys did all this?" Scott smiles and hugs you, his mom and then his dad. "We did. Your dad just bought the stuff." His mom laughs. "Happy birthday, honey." She smiles and kisses his cheek.

Obviously, there was alcohol, music, dancing, drinking games, friends and family.. and kids. The backyard was really big, so there were activities out there for them. A bouncy house, toys and playhouse, swings, and everything kids like.

After running around for a while, Leo came back thirsty. The first thing he saw on the table where you and Scott were sitting was a cup half filled with an amber liquid. In Leo's mind, it was apple juice. You both didn't register your son reaching for the cup, too engaged in a conversation with a few friends from highschool. Once you heard a gag and noticed the cup drop to the floor, you looked at who dropped it. "LEO! What're you doing!" Scott reaches for his crying son.

"Leo, what were you thinking?!" You open a water bottle and give it to him. "I'm sorry mama, I thought it was juice!!" He cries, thinking he was going to be spanked. Upon hearing that, Scott starts to laugh. "Juice? Dude, you're totally insane." He keeps laughing and now stroking the boys head. "It's okay, you made a mistake. The juices are in the cooler over there. Go get one." Scott says, calming the boy down while also pointing to the blue cooler.

"I'm sorry daddy." Leo apologizes again. "It's okay, buddy." Scott replies and kisses the boys forehead. "Go play around for a little while before it's time for bed." He takes him off of his lap and gently pushes Leo to go over to play

"That was hilarious." Scott begins to laugh again. "Poor baby. He was so scared." You frown, now watching how Leo was drinking a caprisun and walking over to his cousins and friends. "He'll forget about it in an hour." Scott shrugs and holds onto your thigh. "Trust me he's gonna be okay."

—

Leo has an obsession with dinosaurs and gorillas. Like, he watches every movie he can that has them. So ofcourse his favorite movies are Ice Age: Dawn of the dinosaurs, and Tarzan. Scott actually likes Tarzan. He thinks it's sort of stupid, but either way, his eyes are always glued to the screen. His favorite character is Tantar.

His favorite in Ice Age is Buck and Rudy. He thinks Rudy is so badass. Well.. he likes all of them, actually. Especially Crash and Eddie. Again—they're so stupid, but he can't take his eyes off the TV.

Leo liked Tarzan so much that he always asked you or Scott to sing him the lullaby that the mom sang to Tarzan at the beginning. It put him right to sleep, so your answer was always yes when he wanted you to sing it to him. Scott never let you around when he'd sing. It was only for Leo's ears.

—

• Scott has a photo of you holding Leo in the hospital in his wallet.

• Leo is a perfect mix of you and Scott.

• Leo is such a sweetheart. He's very nice but he can also be a handful sometimes.

• Scott carries Leo around all the time or holds his hand.

• Leo is such a mommas boy, but he loves his daddy too.

—

When Leo was born, Scott held him in the corner of the room while you were asleep. He was in a chair, a blanket on his lap. Leo was staring at his dad through half lidded eyes. "I can't believe this." Scott thinks to himself. "I'm a dad. A 16 year old dad in 10th grade. Should've used a condom."

He admired the way the baby looked so soft and warm (he was) and felt his heart ache when Leo would yawn or begin to let out small whines. Scott wasn't the best at knowing what to do right off the bat, so he just assumed that Leo wanted to be rocked. It worked, thankfully.

—

People at your school knew you were pregnant and they knew who the dad was, but when you stopped coming to school, they sort of forgot about it until they tried to stalk yours and Scott's social media for updates. The only thing they saw was Scott's profile picture which was you and him at your baby shower.

He keeps things private. He doesn't even really talk about it with his friends unless they ask, and even then, he keeps it simple and short. He gets stares all the time around campus when somehow everyone found out that you had given birth. Must've been one of his 'friends' that said something. It was really annoying because even the teachers knew.

"So how's the baby?" Mr. Justin asks in front of the whole class one day. Scott looks up from his lab table and shrugs. "He's good."

"Oh, so it's a boy? What's his name?"

Scott wanted to roll his eyes so bad but he kept himself from it. "Leonardo." He says, not loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear. But the teacher repeated it. "Leonardo Barringer. Cool." The man nods. "How's dad life treating you?"

"I like it." Scott shrugs.

"You take care of the baby?" Anorher damn question? When will this guy shut up?!

Scott decided to lie because he didn't want everyone to know his business. "No, I go over to my girlfriends house during the day and then she takes care of him at night and I go home."

"Makes sense since she's the mom." Mr. Justin nods. "Well, you're lucky you don't have to wake up to a crying baby all the time." He chuckles and goes back to the lesson.

Scott could feel everyone staring, but he just kept writing notes in his notebook. He knew they were judging, but he didn't care because what he said wasn't true.

big daddy reference lol also sorry I couldn't think of anything else is like 2am rn and I'm getting sleepy

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[hearts4sammonroe]

Could you do something with Scott watching reader sleep and just thinking how greatfull he is for her and he’s just tracing his finger all over her face and whispering how much he loves her

You could do whatever you want with it in the beginning or end I just desperately need some fluff for Scott

pairing: scott barringer x f!reader

contains: fluff!

a/n: that’s so cute, anon! hope you like it <3 sorry it’s so short!

divider credit: @aquazero

Scott Barringer was cuddling you happily and sleepily. You two were taking a nap together, and he woke up first. You were still knocked out. He actually woke up because you kicked him in your sleep, but he didn’t mind. He was just admiring you right now, one arm wrapped around you tightly, the other tracing your beautiful features while he stares down at you.

Gosh, he’s so grateful for you. He’s so glad he’s got you. Without you, he would have fallen into a dark hole that was too hard to crawl out of. He was falling into that dark hole when he met you, but you pulled him out.

“So, so beautiful.” Scott whispers, his fingers gently tracing over your brows and down your nose.

“Beautiful… you make me so happy.”

“I’ll never let you go.”

He starts counting your freckles, that soft smile staying on his face.

“I just love you so much.”

“I love cuddling you… even if you kick me.”

His fingers traced the curve of your cheek and that’s when you woke up, groaning sleepily but cuddling into him further.

“Have a nice nap?” He grins.

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[padmesweetheart]

Them With A Girl Who Likes To Sing HC

If you want a full imagine of this! let me know!

Sam Monroe:

•Sam loves listening to the girl sing, especially in the mornings when her voice is soft and melodic, bringing a sense of calm to his usually chaotic life.

•He often teases her about singing in the shower but is secretly proud of her voice and encourages her to sing in front of others.

•When she sings for him, Sam is all smiles, his heart swelling with affection as he sees how passionate she is about it.

•He’s always up for a spontaneous duet, even if he doesn’t have the best voice. He just loves seeing her happy and hearing her laugh at their attempts.

•Sam enjoys singing along to her favorite songs, even though he may not get the lyrics right—he’s more focused on making her smile than hitting the perfect note.

•He sometimes surprises her with a serenade, strumming his guitar (or any instrument he can play) to accompany her singing, though he can be a bit nervous about his skills.

Scott Barringer:

•Scott finds it incredibly attractive when his girl sings, particularly when she’s completely absorbed in it and unaware of anyone watching.

•He enjoys sitting back and listening to her sing with a dreamy look on his face, admiring her talent and feeling like the luckiest guy.

•Whenever she’s stressed or anxious, he asks her to sing to calm herself down, offering a gentle, reassuring presence while she belts out her favorite tunes.

•Scott is very supportive, helping her with lyrics or suggesting songs that he thinks she might like. He finds joy in exploring new music together.

•Sometimes, when they’re out with friends, Scott encourages her to sing in front of a crowd, secretly thrilled by her ability to captivate everyone with her voice.

•If she’s ever self-conscious about her singing, he’s there to remind her of how beautiful it is, assuring her that he loves every note she sings.

Anakin Skywalker:

Anakin is absolutely captivated by her singing voice, often getting lost in it to the point where he forgets where he is or what he’s doing.

•He admires her for her talent, and when she sings, it feels like everything around him fades into the background, leaving only her and her voice.

•He loves to listen to her sing when they’re alone, finding peace in her voice, especially during the stressful moments of his life as a Jedi

Anakin can’t help but be protective over her, especially if she’s ever nervous about singing in front of others. He encourages her, telling her that her voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

•He sometimes serenades her with soft, intimate songs, often choosing music that reflects his feelings for her.

•If she’s ever in need of comfort, Anakin will softly ask her to sing for him, believing that her voice can ease his troubled soul and help him forget the weight of the galaxy.

[mvst4far]

౨ৎ

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!

[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.