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1000night · 1 year

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DILF HP AU

Ravenclaw time!!!

Warnings: smut, polyamary, don't like don't read

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Ravenclaw

You don't quite know why you'd be sorted to Ravenclaw. You might have some clever or intelligent, but you sure you're not enough to enter this house.

You think this is some fault or bug. But your housemates don't think so.

Yes, your behaves are usually clumsy, and your knowledge or the ability of insight may not as sensitive as normal or 'classic' Ravenclaw.

But you can focus on searching and make notes for your fanfics and stay in the stacks of books and datas for several hours. You are willing to sit and dare to ask people those things to understand yourself.

And you'd always look up at them with the eyes of admiration, shyness and sparkling joy.

Always make them so hard.

So, for helping their clumsy Chika, they designed some games to help her to study.

Your hands are tied up above your head, your legs parted and tied up, the silk is bind to different sides leg of your bed.

“Tell me, Chika. What does Reparifarge do?”

You whimper and your walls clench when you heard his low and deep voice. You tries to recall what is the book write in.

“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”

“Correct” You can feel the dildo speed up and pressing the special spot. You moans and squirming.

Two hands palm your breasts and squeeze them. And someone pets and strokes your clit.

“You've answered 10 questions correctly, Chika. Now you'll have some bonus rewards.” you recognise this voice is belong to Bucky. He kisses your nerve bundle and message your clit.

“Tell me what do you want to do and who?” And this is Scott.

“Ung...Jake and Ran...” Your legs are shaking and your hips move themselves.

“And what do you want us to reward you, Chika? You know Barber won't let us take the fucking dildo out and replace our cock inside your perfect hole before your test finish. I know you miss the feeling we fuck you take turns, angel. I miss that old times too.” Ransom stroke your hair and tug some behind your ear.

“Want you...use my boobs and my pussy to jerk off, and cum on my puss or my stomack.” you bubbling and they all curse when they see your smirk smile

“Shit, Chika. You just read those smut fics again huh? Tell me, how many times the reader cums?” Jake rubs his heavy mushroom head against your clit and the small bundle, your body shrinks and limps.

“She...she doesn't renember because she pass out.”

“Aww, then your challenge time would be extended, Lady Bird.” Andy winks at you while he gives you a smugly smirk

Ransom squeeze your breast and shoves his length between them and groans.

“Ahhh...I fucking love these soft tits. The fourth place of my favourite part of your body.”

“I bet the top one is her thighs, you prick.” Bucky teased and grunt when he watching Jake and Ransom use your tits and pussy while one dildo in your pussy already.

“Ha! That's you, Barnes. That's why she let you fuck her thighs and cum in her mouth. You're a creepy...ohshit! Chika this feels so good! I support your bad girl behaviour about reading smuts. Ugh...yes...ohhh...”

“Who can blame me? Her plum thighs are inviting me all the time, did I ever told you I want to fuck you when I see your bare legs show up in front of me, Chika?”

You nod and roll your head to lick Andy's harden member.

“Naughty girl, you still want to seduce me when you have two men pleasure you? Huh, I am not complain at all, Lady Bird.”

Andy touches your cheeks and uses his thumb to brush away your tears on the corner of your eyes.

Several minutes later, Andy shoots his loads down your throat while the others cum on your body.

Jake and Bucky choose on your pussy and inner thighs; Ransom choose on your tits, and Scott choose on your stomach.

And you, your climax hit you when they all cum with the animalistic roars.

The dildo is pulled out after your body recovers from your high. And the next moment, someone turns you to the left side, you face Andy and just when you blinks to him with your confused eyes, someone thrusts into you without warnings.

You yelped and arch your back, you feels like your head against a broad, hot chest.

“Time to continue the test, Andy.” It's Scott.

His hands holding your waist, pull until nearly out completely, and slams back hard, your eyes start teary again.

“Don't worry, Lady Bird. We have a lot of time to help you gained those knowledge and train your body.” Scott chuckles, and just when you lift up your eyes, you can see their hungry eyes staring at your swollen pussy is opened up by Scott's big, fat cock, and the foams of your body fluids linger on your soft skin.

Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

“We will continue until you answer those questions correctly but forget them instantly after you cum so hard that you can only remember our names.”

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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hear me out... dark charles blackwood or scott huffman

charles blackwood is already kind of a dark character. but scott huffman? dad and husband of the year? let’s make him dark.

Dark!ScottHuffman x Reader

His large hands are splayed on the back of your thighs, pressing them as far into your chest as they’ll go, exposing your holes for his personal use. He’s not even married, he told you as much when you interviewed for the PA position he had open, but the gold band on his left ring finger is cold against your skin all the same.

It isn’t until then, with your fists balled, that you realize you’re wearing a ring too, silver with a singular diamond and you can’t reach it with any of your other limbs to get it off. “You’re gonna look so beautiful when your belly grows, honey,” he whispers, his silk tie grazing your sternum as he bends over you. “You’re gonna glow, a goddess if there ever was one.”

His touch is reverent against your cheek, a stark contrast to the ropes that bite into your stomach and ankles.

“Scott, untie me,” you spit, wriggling against your restraints while he casts an elated smile down at you. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Your struggling only turns him on. He’s always wanted a spitfire of a little wife, a mama bear, protective and beautiful. He knows he’s found it in you.

From somewhere out of your line of vision you hear a buzzing, the breath in your chest stuttered when you watch him produce a body wand. “I know it only takes if you feel good. So, I’m gonna make sure you feel good until you can’t feel any better, and then I’m gonna keep going.” The bulb of the wand presses against the apex of your sex, powerful enough to rattle your bones.

It’s too much for your sensitive and exposed clit, your core muscles screaming with tension. You feel like you can’t breathe, the uphill climb to your inevitable orgasm so fast it makes you dizzy. Before you can crest, he pulls it away, the unmistakable sound of his zipper coming undone and his trousers pooling at his feet coming next.

“I just want to feel how you squeeze me, honey.” He takes hold of himself, carding the head of his cock through your delicate folds to coat them in your slick before pushing into the wet resistance of your cunt. He thumbs over your clit, adding light pressure to keep you up high while he works himself into the caverns of your body.

“Let me go!” you wail, your arms shaking against the ropes that bind you.

“That’s not what you want,” he counters, gruff and guttural, roughly pinching at your clit in retaliation. It bows your back off the table, the ropes burning red into your stomach. “What you want is to carry our children, bring life that we made into this world, be a mother and a wife. I can’t wait to spoil you.”

His words make tears spill over your lash line, down your temples and into your hair. “No,” you reply weakly, your lower half still trying to writhe away from him even though he has you tied down and stuffed full.

“No? That’s not what she’s telling me.” A soft, sinister smile spreads on his face, the wand buzzing back to life as it’s pressed against you. This time you can’t hold back your scream as you’re catapulted violently into your orgasm, your silken walls fluttering around Scott where he’s buried inside you. “That’s it, honey, just give in to it.”

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The room spins, the only thing you’re sure of is that you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come against your will. Scott stands between your still spread legs, the head of his cock brushing the deepest parts of you as he adjusts his stance, but he doesn’t thrust, just brings you to euphoria over and over again with the body wand while your pussy clenches around him.

“Just a couple more, give me a couple more and then I’ll give you a baby.”

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 96

Welcome to Week 96

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & Header by @chaotictarlos

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Second Chance - Chp 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Peace & Love - Chp 7 - Chp 8 - Chp 9 - (Bucky x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Gone, baby - Part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

I am His and He is Mine - (Andy x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 1- (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Home at Last - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @lokislastlove

Icarus - Chp 2 - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing

Sweet Nothings - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

An Unexpected Matchmaker - (Jensen x Reader) - @writercole

Repopulate (Epilogue) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

I Really Love Being Your Friend - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

True Friends Stab You in the Front - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki

Where Love Blooms - (Sam x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Never Enough - (Ari x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Boys in Bed with Books - (15) - (Lee x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 4 - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

I Will Be Your Last - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Dites "Je T'aime" En Multiple: parfois, vous avez besoin d'un public - (Steve x Reader x Peggy) - @imanuglywombat

Boys in Bed with Books - (16) - (Ransom x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You didn’t notice me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 24 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

gimme an M, gimme a U - (Ari x Reader, Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Double Trouble - (Steve K x Reader, Nick x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

The Birdcage - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Debauched, Deranged and Defiled - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

When Two Become Three (Part 2) - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @myfictionaldreams

Your Filthy Heart - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis

Matters of the Heart - (Scott x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

Two Bosses - Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Yenzy’s - fucking - shirt - (Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Goldilocks & the Three Men: Prologue - @georgiapeach30513

Kiss my skin - (Steve x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Sunrise - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

No Judgements - (Andy x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Home At Last - Part 4 - (Steve Rogers x reader) - @lokislastlove

Nemesis - Part 2 Chp 3 - (Frank C x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Title: Canvas of Love

Pairing: Scott Huffman x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,168

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), biting, marking, age gap, praise kink, maybe a slight itty bitty hint of dom/sub, dirty talk, crying, forced confession of feelings, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I’ve covered everything, but if you see something I should add please let me know!

Written For: @sebastianstanbingo, @kinktober2022, and @anyfandomangstbingo

Squares Filled: Drawing a Crush for Sebastian Stan Bingo // Age Gap for Kinktober // G1 - Boss/Employee for AFG Angst Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: Since this one shot features an Age Gap, I want to make clear that Scott Huffman is 37 and the reader is 18. I couldn't find what the character's actual age was, so I just went off of how old Sebastian was when the movie was released.

"Excuse me, Mr. Huffman?" You knock on your boss's door and wait a couple of seconds before peeking your head in. "You have a call on line two."

Scott looks up; his light blue eyes that were reading one of the many articles on his desk are now trained on you. They're kind as he offers you a soft smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Thank you, Y/N. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Scott?"

He gives you a look that seems almost dominant, but that can't be right. He wouldn't ever see you that way. Your gaze moves to your chipped nail polish. Even though he looks almost the same age as you, your boss is nearly twenty years your senior.

Normally, it's unheard of for a woman your age to get a job as an assistant to one of the most respected men working at the Pentagon, but you were lucky enough to know the right people.

To your friends, it's no secret that you harbor feelings for Scott. He's extremely kind, understanding, respectful, and very, very handsome. Of course, he has no idea how you feel … well, at least you hope he doesn't. It won't bode well for your office relationship, not to mention your career if he finds out.

You realize he's waiting on you to respond, and you nervously return his smile, answering him the same way you always do. "At least once more, Mr. Huffman."

Your eyes close, and you let out a long breath as you carefully shut his door. Honestly, it's a miracle that he hasn't figured out your crush on him. You catch yourself staring all the time, and if he knew what was in your sketchbook locked in your bottom desk drawer? There's no way he'd be able to look at that and not know you have feelings for him.

The folders on your desk catch your eye, and you sigh. If you want to leave at a decent time this afternoon, then you need to get through all of the case file notes from the past week.

You sit down and smooth out your pencil skirt before grabbing the top file from the stack. There are several different things that you're tasked to do for Scott, but this one is by far the most time-consuming.

Transferring the handwritten case notes into the computer system is a bit tedious, but you know what a big opportunity this job is, and you're more than happy to do it.

A couple of hours go by, and you've made it about halfway through the pile. You're munching on a carrot stick when Carlton Stanton, one of Scott's colleagues, taps on the top of your desk impatiently.

"Hey! Do you know where Scott is? I've been looking for him for an hour."

Even though he gives you bad vibes and is rather rude, you still give him a warm smile.

"Mr. Huffman has been in his office all morning to my knowledge, Mr. Stanton. I can let him know you're waiting for him if you'd li-"

He waves you off dismissively, "no, thanks. I can let him know myself."

You frown and watch as he barges into Scott's personal space like a bull in a china shop. He shuts the door rather harshly, and you can hear them having a heated conversation.

Moments later, a seemingly annoyed Scott emerges with Carl. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and stops in front of you. "Hold all of my calls for the rest of the afternoon, please. And can you also reschedule my four o'clock for tomorrow?"

Your eyes meet his and you nod, "of course, Mr. Huffman. I'll do that right away, sir." You watch them leave and can only hope he isn't angry with you.

Even though he's gone for the rest of your shift, Scott is still fresh in your mind. He always is. As embarrassing as it is, you often conjure up scenarios of the two of you in your head.

A picnic in the park, both of you sitting on a blanket as you share a nice meal. And afterward, Scott holds you with your back to his chest while the shade of the trees shelters you from the harsh sun.

Another time, it was you and him snuggling on his couch or what you picture as his couch since you have no idea what it looks like. There's a bowl of popcorn between the two of you, and the latest action movie plays on the TV.

The latest one, however, was the both of you laying in the bed of his truck watching the stars. The crisp, cool air nips at your skin, but Scott has his arm around you, so you stay warm. The moonlight makes his eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and it's the most intimate moment you've experienced.

Well, not really… more like it's the most intimate moment your inner conscience has experienced.

You blink and refocus; the last folder is open, revealing the final notes you need to copy over. The thought of leaving them for tomorrow crosses your mind, but the hard worker in you outweighs it, and you begin typing.

By the time you're done, you're the last one in the office. After making sure you've secured the files and locked everything up, you head home to finish out the remainder of your night.

Once again, you try to think about something other than your boss and your unwavering feelings for him, and once again, you fail. You begin to fall asleep and remember how Scott always looks at you when you refer to him as Mr. Huffman. His piercing, blue eyes are the last thing you see before sleep takes you.

The next morning, you wake up ten minutes before your scheduled alarm, so you decide to go ahead and shut it off. You couldn’t go back to sleep even if you tried. Wednesdays are your new favorite day. Not because it’s the middle of the week, but because Scott and you have lunch together. He makes sure to take the time to do that with you once a week just to ensure you’re not having any issues.

A bright red and white sundress from your closet catches your eye, and you pair it with some white flats before styling your hair. A bit of light makeup finishes your look, and you’re happy to see that you have enough time to stop and grab Scott and yourself some coffee. Of course, you’ve memorized the way he takes it because why wouldn’t you? You loved seeing him smile, and you’ll take advantage of being the cause of it every chance you get.

You’re running about fifteen minutes late once you pull into the staff parking lot, but hopefully, the coffee gesture qualifies as a get-out-of-jail-free card. By the time you make it to the hallway that your office is in, you can hear Carl talking and you try not to let the fact that he’s already probably starting his usual shit sour your mood. What you weren’t prepared for was him sitting behind your desk, flipping through your sketchbook, and about ready to show every single one of your drawings to Scott.

You freeze in the doorway, unable to even breathe as you listen to what he says. They haven’t seen you yet, and you’re hoping that they won’t. “I told you that little girl’s got a thing for you, man. Just look at what I found inside her bottom desk drawer.”

Scott whips around, venom laced in his tone as he fires back at his colleague. “First of all, Y/N isn’t a little kid. She’s eighteen, and she does amazing work for me that I would never be able to accomplish without her. Second of all, leave her things alo-” He stops, words dying on his tongue as he takes in what he’s seeing.

Drawings.

Multiple pages of drawings and they’re of him.

It’s then that they both look up and see you standing there with humiliation and sheer terror all over your face. You still haven’t taken a breath, and you pray that the floor opens up and swallows you whole.

Carl sneers, “see that? Just look at her. She was too scared to tell you how she felt, and now that her dirty little secret’s out, she still can’t own up to how inappropriate this is.”

You finally suck in a breath, but your throat still feels like it’s closing up. Tears sting your eyes, and you begin to shake as the coffee falls from your hands and spills all over the carpet. Scott shoots Carl a death glare and starts towards you, but before he can get close, you turn on your heel and take off running.

“Y/N, wait!” Scott calls after you, but it’s no use. He’s lost sight of you in the sea of people still coming in to start their morning shifts. That’s it. He’s had enough of the way Carl bullies everyone, and he’s especially had it with the way he treats you. He storms back into your portion of the office and snatches the sketchbook out of his hands.

“Get. Out.”

Carl chuckles, “aw come on. I was just teasing her.”

Scott grabs him by the front of his shirt and slams him against the wall, his eyes narrowed to thin, perilous slits. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t fucking funny, Stanton. Y/N is a wonderful woman and an even harder worker that I go out of my way to make feel welcomed and valued here. I’m sure she already catches shit for how young she is, but that doesn’t mean she needs to get it from you, too. You’re a fucking bully, and I never want to see so much as one of your goddamn toes step foot in this office again. Get. The. Fuck. Out!”

Once Carl’s gone, Scott grabs his suit jacket and makes sure to lock up the office before going to find where you’d gone. He finally finds you crying in your car and gently taps on the glass,

“Y/N”?

You wipe your eyes and roll down your window, “if you’ve come to mock me or tell me that I’m fired, save it. I just want to leave with what’s left of my dignity.”

He frowns, “what? You’re not fired, and I’m not going to mock you. I’m flattered that you’d take the time to draw me of all things.” He opens your door and holds his hand out. “Can we go talk? It is Wednesday, and you know I always treat you to lunch.”

Everything inside of you wants to refuse, but you also don’t want to disappoint him, so you reluctantly take his hand and let him pull you to your feet.

You're close, more so than you've ever been, and even though his face is blurry from the tears in your eyes, you can see the concern in his. Scott tries wiping your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, but fresh ones immediately take their place. It's so hard being in this moment with him, knowing that he's just going to let you down easy. Why would he, a thirty-seven-year-old man, want anything romantically to do with you, an eighteen-year-old woman?

“I wish I knew how to get you to stop crying,” Scott says softly. “Would you want to go sit at one of the picnic tables around back instead of going somewhere more public?”

You nod because you don’t quite trust yourself to talk yet and walk with him toward the side of the building. The two of you stay quiet, other than your occasional sniffle, and eventually take a seat at a table in the shade. He’s watching you, studying your demeanor, but it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. You’re still too nervous to look him in the eyes, so you pick at the varnish on your nails instead.

A few minutes pass before he sighs, “I’m sorry about Carl. He’s an ass and had no right to treat you that way. I want you to know that I made him leave, and he won’t bother us again if he knows what’s good for him.” He hesitantly reaches across the table and gently grabs your hand. “Will you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you blush furiously.

He called you, sweetheart!

You lick your dry lips and wipe your eyes with your free hand before looking up at him. It’s hard not to get your hopes up when he’s looking at you like this. “Well, I…there’s um…there’s a lot on my mind right now. For starters, you’re now fully aware of my feelings for you. How are you okay with this? I mean, no offense, but you’re technically old enough to be my father. Not that you look it. If I’m being honest, you look my age. I just find it hard to believe that someone like you could ever be interested in someone like me.”

Scott scoffs, “seriously? Do you truly believe that I wouldn’t be interested in someone as smart and as talented as you? Not to mention beautiful.” He leans across the table, and his free hand cups your cheek, so you stay looking at him. “Just like your drawings, you too are very beautiful, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you, and yet, I’m the lucky one you chose to have feelings for.”

His eyes move to your lips, “can I kiss you?”

You swallow thickly, suddenly aware that anyone could see you two like this. He doesn’t seem to mind, so you throw caution to the wind and nod, “yes.”

His lips press to yours, slow and tentative, and you’re half expecting him to change his mind. He doesn’t though. He sighs and deepens the kiss, his other hand threading softly through your hair as he tilts his head to the side to gain better access. He kisses you like he wants to like he’s longed to be able to, and it makes your core throb at the thought of him wanting to do more with you.

Scott pulls away, but he doesn’t go too far. His lip curls up in a slight smirk as his thumb grazes your lower lip. “Do you wanna get outta here?”

You stare at him with wide, unsure eyes. “What about work? Won’t we get into trouble for leaving after only being here part of the morning?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “honey, I’m your boss. You’d only get in trouble with me, and well,” he bites his lip, “I don’t plan on reprimanding you…yet.”

“And what about you?” The concerned look on your face is the polar opposite of how your body reacts to his previous comment. If he only knew how your panties were soaked through at the thought of him choking you…spanking you… possibly even restraining you. Scott doesn’t seem like the type to be into such things, but you’ve always been told that it’s the sweet and quiet ones that are the most dominant in the bedroom.

“I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off.” He stands and holds out his hand to you for the second time that day. “Shall we?”

Scott strives for your comfort; of that much you’re sure. You fully believe that he would have offered to take you back to his place, but instead, he drives to yours, and you’re thankful that you took the time to clean up.

It’s weird seeing your boss standing in the middle of your living room. He’s taking everything in, smiling at all of the artwork on your wall, and it’s then that you remember the piece you’ve been working on the nights that you couldn’t sleep.

“I’ve um… I have something for you. I just finished it last night.” He follows you to your desk, and you watch as he carefully picks up the canvas. “I hope you don’t mind that I made you my official muse. I just… drawing you comes so easily to me and not to mention you’re really beautiful and I-”

Scott slips his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The intensity of his gaze renders you speechless. “I love it, Y/N. You don’t need to explain yourself to me.”

He kisses you again; only this time, it’s more passionate, and you can sense his urgency as his mouth moves with yours. Scott blindly sets the artwork down and backs you up until your legs hit the foot of your bed.

“Is this okay?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and searches your eyes for any uncertainty.

“Yes, it’s more than okay.”

Scott captures your lips once more and gently lays you down. It amazes you how, at this moment, he looks even more beautiful, towering over you with the look of pure, unaltered desire in his eyes, and it’s all for you.

His gaze rakes over you, taking in the way your sundress is bunched up around your hips, the way your chest rises and falls as you breathe heavily, but mostly it’s how you’re looking up at him. There’s so much adoration, so much trust that he’ll take care of you, and that, combined with the little bit of innocence in your eyes, is his undoing.

"God, you look so damn gorgeous, baby."

You reach for his belt to get it undone and he chuckles at your haste. “You don’t have to rush this, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

A needy whine leaves your lips just as you get his zipper down, “But I want you.”

“And you have me, Y/N.” Scott pushes his dress pants down and kicks them off and his shirt joins them on the floor a moment later. Then he’s on you again, his teeth nipping the skin on your neck while his right hand pulls your panties to the side for better access.

“You’re already so wet for me. I can’t wait to hear you scream for me while I make you cum on my cock, baby. I bet you’ll sound so pretty.

Hearing him talk to you like this shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but you’ve thrown caution to the wind at this point. The way he’s grinding himself against your thigh makes it clear that he wants you just as bad anyway.

“Scott, please…”

He moves down your body, leaving a chaste kiss in the valley of your breasts. His big hands hike up the bottom of your dress over the swell of your ass and he finally rests on his stomach between your spread legs.

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

Scott’s fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties and he slowly slides them down your legs. He tosses them somewhere behind him and grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward him. Starting at your ankle, he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses, each one a claim that leaves you more breathless the closer he gets to where you want him most.

One of his hands holds you in place while the two middle fingers on his other one move slowly through your soaked folds. He pushes them in just as his lips close around your clit and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Scott! Oh, my god!”

He flicks your bundle of nerves with his tongue and moves his fingers slightly faster. “Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ good, baby. God, I could eat this pretty, little pussy all day. I swear.” He’s taking his time with you and although it feels sinfully good, you want more. You want to come undone on his tongue.

His movements are precise and calculated as if he’s trying to map out every place that makes you cry out for him. Scott’s grip tightens, his thumb slotting in the divot of your hip to allow for better leverage as he devours your pussy.

Your hands tangle in his short, dark locks, desperately trying to pull him closer to your core as you grind against his mouth. The sensation of the way his tongue rolls across your clit is unlike anything you’ve ever felt and when he curls his fingers to rub the rough patch inside of you, it makes your eyes roll back.

“Oh, my fucking god! Scott! Baby, please!”

His eyes lock with yours and he groans, the vibrations making your legs start to shake. The determination to make you fall apart for him is unmistakable. His pupils nearly cover all of the blues of his irises, and the way he’s looking at you makes you clench around him.

“Oh, fuck… fuck you’re gonna…I’m gonna…”

Scott adds a third finger and you arch your back. You feel your walls begin to flutter and with one careful drag of his teeth, you shatter into a million pieces. He works you through it, slowly pumping his fingers while the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple over you in waves. Finally, he pulls off of you and you smile blissfully at him, the feral look on his face telling you that he’s not even close to being done with you.

“I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum, babydoll.”

He moves up so he can kiss you, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you whimper as he lines his cock up to your entrance. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you, pretty girl.”

The stretch to accommodate him is a pleasure you’ve never known. He begins to move and you wrap your legs around his waist so he’s flush against you every time he slides home. He leans on his forearm so he can kiss you while the slow drag of his cock makes you moan his name like a prayer.

“Scott! Oh, god, baby, you feel so good…”

“Yeah? Do you like that, Y/N? You’re bein’ so good for me, honey.” He peppers kisses along the column of your throat before sucking a reddish, purple mark in the same spot. “Fuck, your pussy’s so good…taking me so well. None of those boys your age know how to make you feel this way, do they baby? Come on, tell me. Tell me who fucks you this good.”

You cry out, the kindling of your second orgasm sparking into a red, hot flame. “You do! Fuck, baby, only you do!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Only I can make you feel this good.”

Scott said he was going to ruin you, and he’s done just that. No one you’ve ever been with before has fucked you like this, and you’re convinced that no one else ever will. It doesn’t matter anyway because you can’t imagine wanting anyone else. You knew you were attracted to him from the beginning, but it took you until now to realize that you belong to him.

“Scott! Oh, god, please! Please, I want you to make me cum! I wanna be a good girl and cum for you again!”

His eyes gleam with lust as he looks down at you. “My sweet girl,” he coos. “You’re so polite. Asking me for permission and wanting to be my good little girl. Is that what you need? Do you need to cum all over my cock, baby?”

You only nod, because it’s all you can do. He’s fucking you harder, the flared head of his dick hitting your spot at an angle that makes your vision go white.

“That’s it, Y/N. Come on, honey. Let go for me.”

And so you do. You scream his name and nearly sob as pure bliss flows through your body like a tidal wave. Scott isn’t far behind, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as he paints your walls with his cum.

You’re still shaking in his arms and you plant a soft his into his sweaty hair. He sighs and turns his head to the side so he can look up at you.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but I swear you’re even more beautiful.”

You blush and shake your head, “Thank you, but you’re the beautiful one.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re stunning.”

You smile, but it doesn’t meet your eyes and Scott frowns. “What do I have to do to prove it to you, pretty girl?”

You smile and lightly stroke his arm, “I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He closes his eyes and feels himself begin to drift off. He’d already decided the moment he realized you felt the same way he did. No matter what it takes, he’ll make sure you always know how much he cares for you. His reply comes easily, and even though it’s barely audible he knows you hear him.

“I promise to tell you at least once a day for the rest of our lives.”

#j snow writes #sebastianstanbingo #kinktober2022 #anyfandomangstbingo #afangst #sebstanbingo #ssbingo #scott huffman #scott huffman x you #scott huffman x reader #scott huffman x y/n #scott huffman smut #scott huffman fluff #scott huffman angst #the last full measure

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jbreenr · 2 years

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Perfect Gift

Pairing: CEO!Scott Huffman × Reader

Summary: What do you give to someone who has everything?

Word count: 1,237

Warning: None that I know but I would like to add some in a second part. 🤔

A/N: I decided I'll be posting some drabbles (mhm) throughout the week till Saturday. Hope you like 'em at least a little. Happy holidays, everyone! As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ

Why? Why, out of all the people you worked with, did you have to buy a gift for the boss?

It's not that you didn't like him. On the contrary, you liked him more than you were willing to admit.

And still, that was not the problem.

When you agreed to be a part of the gift exchange that was organized at the office, you expected to be buying a tie, a Radiohead album, a shadow palette at Sephora… Never would you imagine you'd pick Scott Huffman's name to be his secret Santa.

So, here you were, scrolling through the fifth, maybe sixth website, looking for something good enough to give to your boss. There was a hard fifty dollars limit, and you had no idea how you'd make it work. His suits were made of the finest materials, the little accessories he wore were worth more than all your jewels together, and luxuries were not a problem for him.

Snapping the screen of your laptop shut, you let out a long groan of frustration. What were you going to get him if he already had everything and more?

Good news was, you still had two days to decide on something.

There was always a reunion at the office on Christmas eve. A little party for coworkers to hang and have a pleasant time before heading home to their families and abundant dinners.

It was also tradition to exchange presents as a way to get along with more people and break the routine at least for a night.

“Alright, people!” Sarah, the self-assigned coordinator of the dynamic called, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. “I hope you all have your gifts ready because the game starts… now.”

And as soon as she said that, everyone was in motion, looking for the person they had to give their present to.

You looked for Mr. Huffman, hands behind your back to hide the bag, even though it wasn't necessary.

“Y/N.” You were a couple of steps away from his office when you heard him, freezing you. Panic running through your veins, realizing now how disappointing your gift could be for a man like Scott Huffman. “I was looking for you.” With a head movement, he asked you to follow him inside the office. From the desk, he took a small white bag with a cute ribbon and handed it to you. “Merry Christmas.”

You took the bag, peeking inside to get a look at whatever it was he got you. “Thank you, Mr. Huffman.”

Smiling at him, you were about to give him his gift, ready to run in the opposite direction, before he spoke, “Aren't you going to open it?” He asked curiously, and to those beautiful blue eyes, you could deny nothing.

“Y-yeah, sure.” Holding your own gift under your arm, you took the red little box out of the bag. Opening it, your eyes went from the content to Scott repeatedly. Your lips were parted, moving and trying to say something coherent, but your brain wasn't working anymore.

“What do you think?” His voice brought you back to reality, finally making you able to speak again.

“It, it's beautiful.” And you were as honest as you were shocked. Inside the box, neatly placed was a silver bracelet with a heart shaped pendant, it sparkled with the reflection of the white lights and if you weren't wrong, it was a real diamond. It was… “This is more than fifty dollars, Mr. Huffman. I can't accept it.”

You tried to return the box to him, but he wasn't accepting it.

“Of course you can!” Scott took the bracelet out of the box to show it to you. “The lady that helped me at the store said that it was the perfect gift for a beautiful woman.” He took advantage of your extended arm to clip the bracelet around your wrist. “But if you don't like it, I can change it for something else.”

As impressed as you were about the gift itself, you overlooked his compliment, certain that he would indeed change it if you asked. As well as you were certain he'd choose something more extravagant and, for instance, more expensive.

“No, no. I love it. It's just…” You feel dumb, knowing what waited in the bag under your arm to be opened.

If you didn't know it was impossible, you could have sworn he heard the sound of gears working inside your brain. Jewelry! There was a jewelry store down the street. It was late but with a little luck they'd still be open and, well, you hoped a watch would do.

“I'm your Secret Santa but I forgot your gift in the car. If you wait just a minute, I'll…” You tried to step back, but stumbled upon a chair, which almost made you fall, if it wasn't because of Scott, who reacted as fast as you closed your eyes, waiting for the impact.

“That's strange.” Only when he was sure you were stabilized was he let go. “I heard you telling Lynn that you had it here, with you.” He pointed to the bag you kept carrying, making it clear that by no chance would you leave the building to get a last minute change.

It was clear why you always lost in hide and seek.

Sighing on defeat, you gave him the bag, explaining why you came up with the idea of it and offering to change it for that watch you had in mind. Scott stared at it for a solid minute, watching the patterns, vibrant colors, and feeling its texture.

A soft smile adorned his face when he said, “I've always wanted one of these.” Scott left the piece of cloth in his chair to take off his jacket.

“Really?” Confusion all over the question.

“Yes,” He put on the ugly sweater with trees and snowmen and reindeer, finding it a bit difficult for it to fit his broad shoulders. "but I never really had a chance or an excuse to wear one.”

Outside, the sky was deep dark, making the large window a perfect mirror.

“It looks good on you.” Having nothing else to say, you decided for honesty. You never thought you'd like an ugly sweater that much.

“You think so?” He has that analytic glint you saw him use so often. “Don't I look…” He thought of the best word to describe it, trying not to offend your present. “unprofessional?”

“Well, I think you need some unprofessionalism in your life.” The words left your lips before you could process them. “I--.”

He turned from the window and made his way, slowly, to you. Only when he was closer than he'd ever been was when you realized you hadn't moved an inch.

The back of his hand brushed delicately your blushing cheek. The warmth in his eyes could melt you even though the air conditioning was on.

“I believe that, too.” His eyes descended to your lips, his face growing closer to yours…

“Everyone get together!” At the sudden sound, you opened your eyes. “It's time to see who won the raffle!”

“We should go.” He said against your lips, minty breath hitting your face. “We can pick this up again when the party's over.”

And as he left to join the rest, you cursed Sarah for not hanging a mistletoe right in his office.

#scott huffman x female reader #scott huffman fanfiction #scott huffman imagine #scott huffman x reader #scott huffman #scott huffman drabble #sebastian stan #sebastian stan drabble #sebastian stan characters #breen writes #christmas drabble #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #scott huffman au #ceo!scott huffman #ceo au #ceo!au

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sergeant-bonky · 3 years

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Road Trip To Somewhere

Bucky x Beck x Scott x Reader (college au)

Summary: You and your three best friends go on a road trip. (Based off the prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club)

Warnings: Fluff!

Authors Notes: This was such a hard choice!

The radio was playing Bruce Springsteen and the laughter filled the empty spaces of the car. A road trip is what everyone needed and when your best friends asked you to tag along, you didn't hesitate for one second.

The last couple of months being stressful. Exams were kicking everyone's ass and this was the perfect reliever.

Beck was studying astronomy. He wanted to become an astronaut and go to Mars someday. He was the geekiest but kindest man out of the friend group.

Bucky was studying History. Learning about the real olden days. He was intrigued by how people lived in the 1800s. Bucky was considered the broodiest out of the group.

And Scott, was studying Law. He wanted to become an attorney and fight for justice. Scott was the most serious one out of the group, the others often teasing him he'll be there to bail them out in the future.

And you, you were studying (your favorite subject). You were the quietest and the one to keep the group together.

You were huddled up in the back next to Beck. The two of you listening to Bucky and Scott argue over a licence plate they passed. It was a little game for the road; make up words based off people's license plates which ended up like this, people disagreeing and arguing.

"Will you two knock it off!" You pouted, your feet resting on the back of Bucky's seat. He looked over his shoulder and glared at you before slapping your feet off.

"Can you NOT stick your disgusting feet near my face?" He stuck his fingers in his mouth and pretended to vomit.

'Accidentally' kicking him in the back of head, Beck stifled a laugh and threw a peanut at Scott's head.

"Hey! I'm driving here!" He complained, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Stop acting like children."

"Sorry, dad." You teased. Beck breaking out in a fit of giggles.

The road trip continued on for hours just like that. The four of you passing each other playful insults. You even managed to make Scott and Bucky crack a smile now and then.

Life wouldn't always be perfect, but with these men in your life, it was perfect to you.

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azurika-writes · 4 years

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Masterlists

Key notes: Strikethrough = Coming Soon!

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

HBC Masterlist

Lance Tucker Masterlist Destroyer!Chris Masterlist Chris Beck Masterlist Sebastian Stan Masterlist

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagines #marvel imagines #bucky barnes x female reader #jefferson #clay appuzzo #lance tucker #scott huffman #frank endings beginnings #chris beck x reader #x reader #reader inserts #the winter soldier #more works coming soon #tj hammond x reader #sebastian stan x reader

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eurynome827 · 4 years

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Eury’s Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

This year I participated in TWO Kinktobers!

@the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC Kinktober 2020 and @happygowriting Let’s Get Kinky 2020

*follow @eurynome827-wrote-this for tag list purposes*

*BY CLICKING THE READ MORE YOU AFFIRM THAT YOU ARE OVER 18 AND UNDERSTAND THAT ALL OF THE WORK ON THIS MASTERLIST CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT*

Day One:

HBC - Public Sex - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Food Kink - Chris Beck

Day Two:

HBC - Authority Kink - Bucky Barnes AND Steve Rogers

LGK - Panties - Bucky Barnes

Day Three:

HBC - Oral - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Daddy Kink - Bucky Barnes

for this day, read LGK BEFORE HBC, they are a Part One and Two.

Day Four:

HBC - Voyeurism - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Spanking - Chris Beck

Day Five:

HBC - Special Occasion Sex - Chris Beck

LGK - Female Dom - Choose Your Own Character

Day Six:

HBC - Daddy Kink

LGK - Professor Kink

One drabble for both: Good Girl - Chris Beck

Day Seven:

HBC - Multiple Partners - Ducky x Reader (Dayton White x Bucky Barnes)

LGK - Car Sex - Dayton White

Day Eight:

HBC - Beard Kink - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Breeding Kink - Chris Beck

Day Nine:

HBC - Quickie - Frank

LGK - Feminization - Lance Tucker

Day Ten:

HBC - Car Sex - Chris Beck

LGK - Thigh Riding - Scott Huffman

Day Eleven:

HBC - Hair Pulling - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Threesome - Dandy x Reader (Dayton White x Andy Barber)

Day Twelve:

HBC - Playing With Toys - Scott Huffman

LGK - Anal - Dayton White

Day Thirteen:

HBC - Temperature Play - Lance Tucker

LGK - Edging - Scott Huffman

Day Fourteen:

HBC - Lingerie - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Phone Sex - Charles Blackwood

Day Fifteen:

HBC - Dirty Talk - Charles Blackwood

LGK - Bondage - Dandy x Reader

Day Sixteen:

HBC - Dom Character/Sub Reader

LGK - Knife Play

One drabble for both - with Bucky Barnes

Day Seventeen:

HBC - Dom Reader/Sub Character

LGK - Pegging/Strap On

One drabble for both - with Will Franklyn

Day Eighteen:

HBC - Phone Sex/Sexting

LGK - Sex Toys

One drabble for both - with Lance Tucker

Day Nineteen:

HBC - Food/Drink Play - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Cockwarming - Bucky Barnes

Day Twenty:

HBC - Bondage - Ransom Drysdale

LGK - Praise Kink - Steve Rogers

Day Twenty One:

HBC - Anal Play

LGK - Biting/Hickies

One drabble for both - with Dandy (Dayton White x Andy Barber)

Day Twenty Two:

HBC - Breeding Kink - Chris Beck

LGK - Choking - Bucky Barnes

Day Twenty Three:

HBC - Choking/Breath Play - Andy Barber

LGK - Wax Play - Bucky Barnes

Day Twenty Four:

HBC - Cockwarming - Scott Huffman

LGK - Ice Play - Bucky Barnes

Day Twenty Five:

HBC - Thigh Riding

LGK - Public Sex/Exhibition

One drabble for both - with Frank

Day Twenty Six:

HBC - Spanking - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Angry/Rough Sex - Frank

Day Twenty Seven:

HBC - Edging

LGK - Dirty Talk

One drabble for both - with Andy Barber

Day Twenty Eight:

HBC - Knife Play - Ransom Drysdale

LGK - Role Play - Scott Huffman

Day Twenty Nine:

HBC - Praise Kink - Bucky Barnes

LGK - “Working To Get Him Hard” - Scott Huffman

Day Thirty:

HBC - Blindfold - Chris Beck

LGK - Face Riding - Frank

Day Thirty One:

HBC - Costume/Roleplay - Bucky Barnes

LGK - Masturbation - Frank

*COMPLETE - updated 10/31/20 at 6:20 AM EST*

#kinktober 2020 #HBC Kinktober '20 #letsgetkinky2020 #Eury's masterlists #Bucky Barnes #Chris Beck #Steve Rogers #Dayton White #frank endings beginnings #lance tucker #Scott Huffman #andy barber #ducky x reader #dandy x reader #Charles Blackwood #Will Franklyn #ransom drysdale

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navybrat817 · 5 months

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Hiiii Navy hope you had a good holiday. I am curious how either space daddy Chris or the husband Scott would handle reader dealing with the burnout of the holidays and work that is causing reader to become more bratty.

This felt like a long week after the holiday, nonnie! I hope you had a good week. And how would those two deal with it?

So we know our space daddy is a good and loving man. He always finds a way to put you first. He's concerned, of naturally, when he notices you're running on empty. The man isn't just book smart. He knows you better than anyone, so of course he knows something is up.

When you mouth off to him beyond the normal sass that he loves, there's a slight look of disappointment on his face before he smiles. And this isn't his easy or flirty smile. There's something a bit more feral behind it.

The kind of smile that tells you before his mouth moves that you're in for it.

"You wanna try that again, Starlight?"

You lose count of how many orgasms he pulls from you once he gets you to bed, but he smiles that same feral smile when you realize you've soaked the sheets beneath you. Later, you manage to give him a loving smile over your shoulder when he rubs the remaining knots from your back and shoulders, his eyes tender before he winks. He's almost sorry for wearing you out more, but you look at peace with your exhaustion instead of stressed.

He shushes you when you mumble an apology and wraps you in the warmest blanket you have. He just wants you to rest while he holds you. And he hopes you like the breakfast in bed he plans to surprise you with.

Now our devoted husband is similar to Beck in that he's a good and loving man. He does his best to show how much he appreciates you. He also knows that the holidays can be a rough time and mentions more than once that it can be low-key, but you brush him off.

So when you snap a little, even after you see the clench in his jaw as your subtle warning not to push, there's no smile on his face. It's something almost unreadable. Something that makes your thighs rub together.

"Bedroom. Now."

Instead of multiple orgasms, he brings you to the edge over and over. You're wet, trembling, but he pulls back every time. Until you nearly sob how sorry you are. You're just tired between the season and work and you just want one day when you're not stressed. That's when he finally lets you come. Because all you had to do and all you ever have to do is ask for his help.

He'll give it to you and more.

Both men want you to feel loved, appreciated, and get the rest you deserve! Maybe one day I can expand on these headcanons. Love and thanks. ❤️

He takes great care when he draws you a bath later and washes your exhausted body from head to toe, praising you for how well you did for him. He also plans for both of you to take tomorrow off so you can relax together. The holidays are about being surrounded by loved ones and there's no one he'd rather be with than you.

#navybrat writes #chris beck #scott huffman #chris beck x reader #scott huffman x reader #chris beck x female reader #scott huffman x female reader #chris beck x you #scott huffman x you #chris beck x y/n #scott huffman x y/n #chris beck x female!reader #scott huffman x female!reader #sebastian stan characters #chris beck imagine #scott huffman imagine #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Fall Like a Rose Petal

Pairing: Soft Dark!Scott Huffman x Female Reader Summary: Your normal routing leaves you unhappy and you can't figure out why. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Gaps in memory, gaslighting, coercion, creepy vibes, Scott Huffman (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Scott and Rose's Intro for my Disturbia AU! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You enjoyed living your life according to a schedule. It wasn't that you didn't like spontaneity. You just looked forward to accomplishing tasks each day. Checklists were a thing of beauty and crossing things off one by one were your mini victories. You tried to get the toughest things out of the way first to create and keep your momentum throughout the rest of the day. By the time your head hit the pillow, you had a sense of fulfillment.

Happiness.

So why do I feel like I'm going around in circles?

You stared at your "To Do" list after you set the table for dinner. Scott would be home any minute with the expectation of a warm meal prepared. Instead of crossing it off like normal, you grabbed the pink sheet of paper and went to the sink. You watched dispassionately as you took a lighter and set the corner of it on fire. You dropped the charred paper in before it could burn you and turned the water on. It didn't make you feel any better.

The smell won't mix well with the delicious food I cooked. A good wife takes pride in her work.

Sniffling when you heard the car pull into the driveway, you quickly went to light a rose scented candle before you fixed Scott a drink. A lawyer who fought for people who couldn't fight for themselves, you admired your husband and how hard he worked. He cared about what he did and you supported him.

But what do I want?

You couldn't explain why you felt moody all of a sudden. Today was exactly like how every other day was. You did your chores like normal and gave Ruby some tips on cooking a casserole. It was nice. So why did you feel off?

What did I used to do to relieve stress before I moved here?

You hissed at the sudden sharp pain in your head. As fast as it came on, it went away into nothingness. The way some of your memories did. You wondered if you liked making lists because you were a forgetful person. But that didn't seem right.

"I'm home!" Scott announced as he walked in.

You smoothed out your dress and smiled as you went to greet him. "How was your day?" you asked, giving him a gentle kiss once the door was shut. His lips lingered before he pressed them a little harder against yours. You accepted it, both pliant and eager.

A good wife is always happy to see her husband.

"It was good," he said, handing you his briefcase as he took the drink you offered. "How was yours?"

"I'm glad you had a good day," you said, biting your lip as he waited for you to answer his question. "I don't know."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?" He asked slowly, setting his drink on the hall table to focus all of his attention on you. "Did something happen?"

"No. Nothing happened," you said, leaning into his hand when he touched your cheek.

A good wife doesn't worry her husband.

"Was there anything out of the ordinary today?" he asked, his blue eyes searching your face for some sort of explanation. "Rose, talk to me."

"No. Nothing. I just…" your face scrunched up, frustrated that you couldn't pinpoint the problem. "Do you ever just wake up in a weird mood for no reason?"

Scott nodded after a moment. "Yeah, I think we all have those kinds of days. There's no specific reason why we're upset. We just are."

"Yeah, exactly," you said, happy that he understood.

He knows exactly how to read me.

"So, you're having an off day. That's okay."

"But I don't know what to do about it," you said, an unexpected tear slipping from your eye. "I tried to think of what to do to make myself feel better and nothing came to mind."

"What about what we used to do?" he suggested.

You furrowed your brows, not sure what he was talking about.

"You don't remember?" he asked, a touch of hurt in his voice. You wanted to apologize, even though you didn't do anything wrong. "We used to sit on the floor in my office while we ate. You'd say one good thing about the day and I'd say something else. We'd go back and forth until we ran out of things."

There were bits and pieces of flashes in your mind of sitting with him on his office floor, but not a seamless memory.

"I thought that meant something to you," he whispered.

Which prompted you to burst into tears.

A good wife doesn't make a scene.

Scott said something to you, but you didn't hear him over the sound of your crying. You let him take you to the sofa and collapsed in his arms. "What's wrong with me?" You sobbed.

"Nothing. There's nothing wrong with you," he promised, wiping at your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Something has to be," you mumbled, gesturing to the room. "I do my checklist every day and something feels like it's missing. Like there's a void."

Where's my real sense of purpose?

"I'm going to make a phone call," he said, brushing away another tear. "Give me just a second, okay?"

"Okay," you replied, not sure how a call would help, but you didn't voice that opinion when he stepped out of the room.

A good wife doesn't pry.

You toyed with the hem of your dress and looked around the room. It was like something out of a magazine. Everything had its place. A home built with love.

Right?

"Hey," Scott said when he came back a few minutes later. "I think I figured out part of the problem."

"You have?"

"When's the last time you've done anything for yourself?" he asked as he sat next to you. When you couldn't give him an answer, he nodded. "Exactly. You're so busy taking care of our home and me that you neglected your needs. No, I neglected those needs. And for that, I'm sorry."

"It isn't your fault. You work so hard," you said, putting your hand over his. It was strange how you wanted to make him feel better when you were the one upset.

A good wife puts her husband's needs ahead of her own.

"But I should know when something is bothering my wife," he said, clenching his jaw. "I won't let it happen again."

"It's okay, Scott."

"No. You need to get out of the house more. Spend quality time with the wives. Have fun," he said, a smile spreading on his handsome face. "Which is why we're going to get a part-time maid."

"A maid?" you questioned, a tremor running through your body. Why did that frighten you? "No, we can't get a maid. What would everyone say if they found out? They'll think I can't take care of our home."

A good wife doesn't argue with her husband.

"They won't say anything. Andy's the one who recommended her and everyone knows you run our home with pride," he assured you, which calmed you down slightly. "Not only that, but you help the other wives without a second thought. They admire you and your helpful nature, Rose. I know Bucky's wife will, too."

You smiled a little. Bucky's wife was the talk of the neighborhood, though you hadn't met her yet. "I don't want anyone judging you."

What I do and don't do is a reflection on him.

"You have nothing to worry about. And since the maid would be part-time, she'll only do some of the chores. You pick and choose what you want to do and she can do the rest while you relax or pick up a hobby. You deserve that."

"Can I think about it, please?" you asked. A stranger in your home made you nervous, but if Andy and Scott trusted her, that helped.

Scott wouldn't do anything that caused me discomfort.

His jaw clenched again, but he smiled before you could dwell on it. "Sure," he said, kissing your forehead. "Do you feel any better?"

I don't know.

"I think so. Thank you," you said to appease him. "Why don't we eat on the floor in your office? We can talk about the good things."

He smiled like you handed him a gift. "That's a great idea."

Maybe you would take him up on his offer for a maid, if only to regain a sense of yourself.

As long as I keep Scott happy.

Remember, everything is FINE. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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SO you wear your old cheerleading outfit to the office Halloween party, blowing Scott Huffman’s mind!! The tent in his pants won’t go away. He’s gotta have you in the supply closet away from the rest of the party….& then some more when he takes you home later 🫠🫠🫠🫠

First, I adore you. ❤️

Second, I adore THIS! Ahh! 🔥

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y

Pairings: Scott Huffman x Female Reader

Word Count: Almost 500?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), horny Scott Huffman (it's a warning), not beta read and written on my phone (also worthy of a warning as there may be mistakes!)

Scott brought his costume with him because he had a lot of work to do before the party and you promised you'd meet him there. You refused to give him a preview before that night. You weren't even sure what he would think of it. In the past, you've had more creative costumes. You figured he'd still love it just the same.

Oh, did he love it.

The smile you flashed at Scott as you walked in nearly made him swallow his tongue. The muscles in his body tightened more with each step you took toward him. He didn't miss the way some of his colleagues stared when you spun around to give him the full view, your pleated skirt swirling in a display that brought attention to your hips and thighs.

Why was it so short?

"You like it?"

His cock twitched because he didn't just like it and the fact you weren't bent over the nearest surface with his cock buried in your wet, tight heat was driving him crazy.

"If you don't like it, I can take it off," you smirked.

Ten minutes.

He lasted ten minutes before he pulled you away.

Maybe it wasn't appropriate to drag you to the closet, the tent in his pants evident, but God knows he wasn't the first to do so. He wouldn't be the last. And the ache in his cock wouldn't be sated until he emptied himself inside you.

From how wet you were when he slid home, he wasn't the only one who needed some release.

"Finally wore this for me and I had to share it with them? Making me walk around with my dick hard just you could fucking tease me?" he grunted as your walls fluttered around him. "It's okay, angel. They know who you belong to. Gonna send you back out there full of him so no one forgets."

The filthy moan you let out drove him to snap his hips harder. Deep down, he knew this was what you wanted. You refused to wear the uniform for him until the party so you could resort him to this.

"I'm fucking you in this when we get home. Putting you on your knees and making you take me," he promised, his hand clamping over your mouth when your moans increased. "Shh. I'll give you what you need. Keep soaking my cock like a good girl and I'll fill you up."

Once you coated him with your shuddering release, he gave you what he promised.

The smirk hardly left his face when he slid your spankies back into place a minute later, his kiss soft and sweet. He loved you inside and out. You made him feel alive.

And the night was young. If you wanted him dripping out of you tonight and the next day, so fucking be it. He wouldn't mess up your uniform though. No, that was here to stay.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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okay but imagine how feral Scott would be when he sees you in just his tie and Stilettos ! the man would go absolutely BATSHIT

Scott would snap in the best way, nonnie. 🔥 Especially after Scott has a long day. You typically greet him when he walks through the door, so he's surprised to not hear your voice as he sets his keys down. He calls out a couple of times, but doesn't get a response as he checks each room.

That's when he spots your dress hanging on the banister.

Smirking as he makes his way upstairs, his heart races in anticipation. You knew he had a long day when he checked in earlier and you try to take special care of him when he has days like that. You're the best thing to come home to. What he doesn't expect is the sight before him when he opens the bedroom door.

You're wearing his favorite tie around his neck. And nothing else. Your nipples harden, making him wonder if it's from the cool air or his heated gaze. Licking his bottom lip, his eyes trail down the length of your body, taking the time to appreciate the beautiful gift that is you. And seeing the stilettos, his back prickles with the need to feel them dig in as he takes you apart on his cock.

"Cat got your tongue, Mr. Huffman?"

His cock twitches as you toy with the tie, smiling as he shuts the door behind him.

"Your pussy doesn't have my tongue yet. On the bed and spread your legs, angel. I'm hungry."

*****

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1000night · 2 years

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Lawyers and the ponytail

okay so it's on my period and I really want to hug Andy and Mike I don't know why....

Andy Barber

He adores your ponytail, always stared at it.

When the first time he see you tie up to a ponytail, he forget what the professor said and the class, he just stared at your adorable and smooth hair.

After you two being friends, he still need to scolded himself for the urge to hug you and stroke your ponytail.

When you allowed him to touch your hair, he almost faint and sweat his hands.

Why wouldn't he? He could touch your hair when the most of the men were not allowed.

He comb the hair, saw the hair flew and through his fingers, the floral scents from your shampoo stimulate his nostrils.

And he knew he was screwed up.

After your college life, the conditions became more...complicated.

Andy found his attention all on your ponytail, it's didn't matter that it's in a meeting or just a dialogue conversations.

When you start moving and the ponytail start swaying rhythmic. He is conditioned like Pavlov's dog.

"Don't, just don't behave like a creep, Barber."

"You said that as if you didn't do the same thing, Weiss."

"I am not that desperate. It's just a ponytail, what's wrong with you? I don't know you have this kink, hum?"

Andy bites the inner side of his cheeks and murmuring himself.

"It's not ' just a ponytail', it's her ponytail and that's why I couldn't stop on my own."

Mike rolls his eyes as he across his arms cross his chest.

"Yeah yeah the crushed on thing, and you still have? To her? Nothing changed since the college?"

Andy shakes his head as he watches you through the glasses. You are chatting with a young woman which just want to divorce her ungrateful husband. As you are seeking for the files you need. He noticed your ponytail is swaying again.

"Never changed when she came into my life."

Mike Weiss

Completely confused about why Andy admired your ponytail for so long. And why he always chicken out to ask for your permission to touch your hair.

Until he saw you tie your hair up to lower ponytail one day, and his heart lost a beat as his eyes following your every move uncontrollably.

A weird feeling lit up in his chest as his eyes your ponytail, then down your delicate neck.

His Adam's apple was babbling.

Oh god he want to side your hair and leave his marks on your neck, and when the other men on the street or anywhere try to steal you away—they'll see his mark when your ponytail start swaying.

Now he knows where's Andy's Ponytail Admiration coming from.

Scott Huffman

He loves your ponytail because he could played with it. Swirling your hair around his finger while you two take the elevator together or when he has to join a boring meeting.

He always kisses your hair unnoticed by you and praised your new shampoo or other products. He loved to see you frustrated and keeps trying to hide the true feeling from him.

He helped you braid your hair with a side once. It was his first time braid someone's hair so that's say it's not a good one. But you still thanked for his work then used the scarf scrunchie set to tied together.

Since then, he searched some hair styles and learned how to wear them. And that's why he has a drawer of different kinds of hair ties.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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J. Snow's Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Hello, my lovely readers :) Thank you for taking the time to view this post! I really appreciate you. Below you will find my Kinktober 2022 Bingo Card and the prompts list below it. They will be hyperlinked with the completed fics. Thank you for reading! :)

Age Gap - Canvas of Love - Scott Huffman x F!Reader - Also Written For Sebastian Stan Bingo and AFG Angst Bingo

Bedsharing - One Night Only - Chase Collins x F!Reader - Also Written For Sebastian Stan Bingo

Daddy Kink - Scream - Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Human!Female!Reader - Also Written For AFG AU Bingo and Bucky Barnes Bingo

Edging - Right On The Edge - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Electrostimulation - Thunderstruck - Ragnarok!Thor x F!Reader - Also Written For Ultimate Chris Bingo

Frottage - Dirty Little Secret - Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan - Also written for Ultimate Chris Bingo, Sebastian Stan Bingo, LGBTQ+ Bingo, AFG Angst Bingo, and AFG Fluff Bingo

Gun Play - Barrel of a .45 - Nick Fowler x F!Reader - Also Written For AFG Angst Bingo, AFG Fluff Bingo, Bad Things Happen Bingo, and Sebastian Stan Bingo.

Knife Play - Limitless - TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (Expired: Posted 11/1/2022)

Masturbation - Ask Me Nicely - Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Praise Kink - Unwind - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Pregnancy - It Takes Two - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader - Also Written For Bucky Barnes Bingo, AFG Fluff Bingo and Bad Things Happen Bingo

Sex Pollen - Love Dust - Beefy!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader - Also Written For Bucky Barnes Bingo and Bad Things Happen Bingo

Spanking - Don't Test Me - Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Thigh Riding - I Can Read Your Mind You Know - Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader - Also Written For LGBTQ+ Bingo

Uniform Kink - Cuff Me - Sheriff Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Voyeurism - Obedience - Chris Evans x Actor!Female!Reader x Sebastian Stan - Also Written For AFG AU Bingo

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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forgot these tights have a massive rip right at the crotch and wore them to work, so now all I can imagine is being Scott Huffman's secretary and wearing torn tights and no panties underneath a short skirt so all he has to do is bend me over and pull up the skirt and he can take his frustration out on me after working all day... -mypoisonedvine aka your fellow hoe for huffman

@mypoisonedvine my beautiful fellow hoe! I want this in my life! I know today was rough for you, so I hope you enjoy what I whipped up for you. ❤️

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Pairing: Scott Huffman x Female Reader Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, dirty talk, Scott Huffman (he’s a warning, okay?), Scott Huffman AU A/N: I wrote 2 things in less than a day?! I know they aren’t long, but I’m proud of myself. Not beat read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications.

One of the benefits of working for Scott Huffman was that he was the best boss. He actually cared about your well-being. And while he had high expectations for you, he never shied away from giving you praise when it was earned.

You loved it most when he was buried inside you.

Scott had a tendency to fuck you into oblivion when he had a long day. And today was a very long one. It also just happened to be the day that you got… creative with your wardrobe. You didn't even care that you ruined your tights.

Every orgasm he gave you was worth it.

Seeing the tension in his neck as he finished up his last call, you knew what you had to do. He worked so hard and he deserved a break. "Mr. Huffman?" you asked sweetly to get his attention, dropping a sheet of paper a few feet from his desk. He didn't respond, but you knew his eyes were on you.

You heard Scott swear under his breath as you bent over to pick up the paper. But you didn't straighten up right away. You held the position for a few seconds, letting him get the perfect view as the tear in your tights… and you bare cunt. Glancing over your shoulder after you straightened up, you smirked when you saw how white his knuckles were from gripping the phone.

"I'll call you back tomorrow," he said, hanging up before beckoning you with his finger.

Oh, you were in for it.

He narrowed his eyes when you walked around the desk, daring to glance at his crotch. You could see the outline of his cock straining in his pants. Your mouth watered at the sight, your pussy clenching as he stood up. It didn't matter to you which hole he used just as long as he used you.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Huffman?"

Scott reached out to grip your chin, leaning in so you could feel his breath against your lips. "You haven't soaked my cock today. That's my problem."

There was a slight darkness in his tone, that was power. This side of him was something no one else got to see. "Then fix it."

When he made love to you, his kisses were fond and tender. As if you were a person worth cherishing. But here in his office, it was a desperate kiss that was teeth and tongue. You let him take control. You got off on it. Like he got off on you.

He ravished your mouth for a few more seconds, making you whimper when he stopped. If you weren't drenched before, his frenzied kiss would have made it happen. "Bend over," he ordered, turning you away from him.

You didn't hesitate to bend over at the waist and spread your legs apart as he pushed your skirt up. The distinct sound of his belt and zipper made you grip the desk almost painfully. Part of you wished he would have torn your top to tease your nipples, but you could only moan when he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slick folds.

"So fucking wet for me, angel," he groaned. "How am I supposed to do my job when I know your sweet cunt is dripping for me?"

Scott didn't wait for you to answer, driving brutally into you. You hardly had a chance to smother your cry as he gripped your hips and thrust deep again, the motion hard enough to push your hips against the desk. You savored the feel of him stretching your velvety walls, the squelching sound drawing a keen from your throat.

"Oh, look at you. Taking my cock when anyone could walk in."

You moaned when he bent down and pressed a kiss to your neck, keeping you still as you desperately tried to push back and meet his thrusts.

"Is that what you want? You want them to see how desperate you are to be filled by my cock?" he asked, lightly sinking his teeth into your shoulder. "Maybe I should call Andy in. Give him a show."

The ragged noise you made had him thrusting faster. That was a new development. And the way your pussy gripped him, you weren't against the idea.

"But he doesn't get to touch you," he snarled against your skin. "You're mine. And my cock is more than enough for your greedy cunt, you understand me?"

"Yes!" you cried, uncaring if you were heard. "Fuck, I'm yours!"

"Good girl," he praised.

It repeated like a mantra in your head as he kept his punishing pace, taking every frustration out on you. Because you were his. His to own. His to use. His to fuck. His to love. His. His. Fuck, you were his.

"Scott, please. Please. Please," you chanted, your thighs shaking as he pushed you closer to the edge.

"You come when I tell you to."

You whined, close to the precipice. He reveled in his power and you reveled in being a vessel for it. But you wanted to come for him and soak his cock like you both needed. "Mr. Huffman, please."

"Fuck," he hissed because you knew he couldn't resist that. "Come for me. Make a mess on my cock. Now."

You choked on a sob as your orgasm hit you, sparks shooting down your spine. You heard how wet you were as he fucked you through it, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. The feel of your quivering walls around his pulsing cock was something you would never get over.

He panted against your neck as you both took a moment to bask in the afterglow, trying to catch your own breath. "Thank you, babe," he whispered, feeling him cover one of your hands with his.

If there was something you loved more than his power and praise… it was his heart. And it was yours. "You don't need… to thank me," you breathed out.

"Mmm. Yes, I do," he whispered, kissing your neck as he kept his hips against yours. "And it’s still early. Let’s call Andy in."

Oh, fuck.

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