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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Sweet Love and Affection

Kinktober Day 17: Somnophilia

Relationship: Scott Huffman x nurse!fem reader (white knight and dove, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~900

Summary: Scott has missed you too much.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, coming untouched, yearning kinda), established relationship, soft sex, fluffy-ish, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This is the first we’ve seen of this couple and I am excited about them, they’re really sweet 🥹

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Scott was exhausted, grumbling to himself when he finally got the front door open and running a hand over his face as he tossed aside his coat and briefcase carelessly and mumbled that he’d get them in the morning. He didn’t bother calling out for you, he knew you’d be asleep since this was your last day off before you had to work four twelves in a row.

Words could not express how annoyed he was that your schedules were not lining up right now, the lack of time spent with you leaving him perpetually cranky as he stayed late at the office poring over financial records and depositions and eating shitty takeout. The only good thing was that his bad mood was making him especially vicious in his negotiations, which he knew his client appreciated, since she wanted to take her cheating bastard of a husband for everything he had.

But all Scott wanted was you, to take long baths with you and take you out to fancy dinners and spoil you like you deserved because you also worked too fucking hard. Settling for the briefest of touches and nighttime cuddling could only do so much, the man was starting to get desperate.

Then he walked into the bedroom and saw you all sprawled out under the sheets while you let out the cute little snores he adored and his bad mood started to evaporate, smiling warmly and chuckling to himself when you suddenly rolled on your back and let out a huff that sounded as annoyed as he’d been feeling all day. You were definitely the best thing that ever happened to him, he didn’t know what he did to deserve you, didn’t even want to shower before crawling into bed and spooning you for as long as possible.

He did shower, though, because he wasn’t an ass, but it may have been the quickest shower of his life. As soon as he was clean and dry he was ready to pounce into bed with you, determined to ignore his half hard dick until he pulled the blankets back and got a really good look at you.

Maybe it was the way you looked so content in the sweatshirt you had blatantly stolen from him. Maybe it was the way said sweatshirt had ridden up so he could catch a peek at the curves of the undersides of your breasts. But what probably made his dick chub all the way up and his mouth fill with saliva was the sight of the large wet spot that had formed in the gusset of your panties, and they way you whined and tried to squeeze your thighs together once the blankets were no longer holding in your body heat.

Scott immediately stretched himself out between your thighs, so grateful that the two of you had agreed that with your insane schedules you were both fine with being used whenever the other needed it, even if you were asleep. He was barely able to hold himself back from feasting on you right away, very cognizant of your need for sleep and opting to softly nuzzle at the curves of your tits while his fingers brushed over your thighs, trailing gentle kisses over your chest and stomach until he was satisfied then settling himself between your legs with a deep sigh.

Your pussy was so goddamn pretty, the sodden fabric of your panties not hiding any portion of your plump and swollen folds from his gaze. The smell of you filled his lungs when he pressed his face into your core, his tongue flicking out to drag over the sticky cotton as he groaned as quietly as possible. He couldn’t get enough of you, breaking his resolution to take his time almost immediately and dragging your panties to the side so he could latch onto your cunt and suck up as much of your juices as possible.

As soon as he felt your clit swell and throb against his lips he started grinding his hips into the mattress, plunging his tongue inside you and curling it against your sensitive walls until he heard you let out a soft whine. Your thighs closed around his head and you rocked your hips into his face when he started fucking you with his mouth, your breathing getting deeper as your body reacted to him even while you refused to wake up.

The only warning he had was a sharp hitch in your breath and then your pussy was gushing and fluttering around his tongue, the way your taste filled his mouth and dripped down his chin while your body arched into his face made his cock throb until he was coming all over the inside of his sweats. Scott waited until he felt you relax before he pulled away with reluctance, giving your pussy one more soft kiss before he pulled your panties back into place and crawled back up your body. He loved that as soon as he was laying next to you you turned to wrap your arms around him, your face fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck while he pulled the covers back over the two of you. He could’ve sworn he heard you murmur his name before you settled again, the satisfaction of knowing he finally got to taste you and make you come again after so long helping him relax too as he drifted off and thought about taking a long ass vacation with you.

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #no love like your love au #white knight and dove #scott huffman #scott huffman x you #scott huffman x reader #scott huffman x y/n #scott huffman smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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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.”

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goaskbarnes · 3 years

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I absolutely love and adore Scott Huffman, he’s absolutely underrated in such a fantastic movie and his character development was so great (he’s a husband AND A DADDY!) so, imagine it’s your birthday and Scott actually forgets because he’s so busy

Forgotten Birthdays

Pairing: Scott Huffman x Reader

Authors Notes: I’m sorry anon, I meant to write this up yesterday but I got sucked into a new series and totally forgot about it.

A big thank you to the lovely @eurynome827-main-blog for the helpful tips and backstory of Scott! You were a great help and I appreciate it so much ❤️ let’s just hope I pulled him off! 😂

It was already the afternoon and still you received no ‘happy birthday’ from Scott. He’s locked himself away in his office but the rare occasion he came out, he’s only offered a small smile and then he’s gone again.

Normally, you would understand his absence. But today was a little bit different because it was your birthday. Your children were in their rooms playing, grateful they both gave you a birthday hug but you couldn’t help but feel upset with Scott.

By evening, he still hasn’t said anything and you decide to just let it go instead of creating an uncomfortable atmosphere around the dinner table. You cooked dinner and served everyone before sitting opposite Scott. Taking a generous sip of wine, he knows something is going on by the way you’re avoiding eye contact and conversation with him.

“Today was busy huh?” He says, an attempt to lighten the mood. You just nod but your son is the one to speak up.

“It was mommy’s birthday today.” He says, spooning a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth. Instinctively, you lower your head and distract yourself with the food on your plate. Scott is mortified, guilt eating him alive because he just can’t believe he forgot it was his wife’s birthday. He even has it marked down on his calendar in his office.

The rest of dinner is quiet and...awkward. This is exactly what you were wanting to avoid. You offer to clean the dishes and Scott has the duties of putting the children to bed. You’re washing the last plate when his arms wrap round you, and his lips trail wet kisses down your neck.

“I’m so sorry darling. Work has been-”

“It’s okay, Scott. I understand.” You smile over your shoulder. His hold on you never falters, and you move to the other side of the kitchen with him still attached to you.

“It’s not okay. I let my work swallow me up that I forgot the most important day. Let me make it up to you.” He whispers, spinning you around in his arms before taking your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom for the evening.

The next morning, the bright sun filters through the room. Throwing some clothes on, you head downstairs to find Scott making pancakes for the kids who are sitting patiently on the stools. On the table, there’s three large bouquet of flowers and roses with cards next to them.

“What is this?” You grin, walking into the kitchen. Taking a mental picture of Scott clad in his chequered pjs, a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other.

“This- this is all for you as a belated happy birthday that your awful husband should have done yesterday.” He puts the pancakes on the children’s plates before discarding the pan and walks over to you.

“I think you earned your forgiveness last night.” You kept your voice low, but the naughty grin on your face told Scott you enjoyed every second of it. He loved you really good last night.

“I just felt bad honey. When the kids go to school, I have a day off and I’m cooking you bacon and eggs and whatever you want with it.”

#scott huffman x reader #Scott huffman x you #Scott huffman x y/n #request #Scott huffman drabble #drabble #drabbles #scott huffman #Scott huffman fanfiction #x reader #forgotten birthdays #goaskbarnes #requested #hailie writes #fanfic #fanfiction

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fxckbuckyscoming · 3 years

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6. Baking Cookies || Scott x Reader

Summary: baking Christmas cookies with Scott ❤️

Warnings: fluff 💕🙈

Authors Notes: Day 6 of @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Home For The Holidays challenge that ran through the entire month of December. I’m playing catch-up hence why there’s no taglist. In case you didn’t know, I also never bake so I really have no idea what I’m talking about 😂

Your kitchen was a mess with flour, packets of chocolate chip cookies opened everywhere, a stack of bowls in the sink that Scott very kindly offered to clean up afterwards.

You were baking cookies by yourself, using the most recommended recipe on the internet while Scott was looking after Luke and your newborn baby in the living room.

After a couple of minutes of cutting the cookie dough out with the cutters, they were ready to go in the oven. You knew Scott would love your Santa chocolate chip cookies.

#hbc home for the holidays #scott huffman x reader #Scott Huffman x you #Scott Huffman x y/n #fanficfion #fanfic #drabbles #drabble #home for the holidays

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hunkydorybarnes · 3 years

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Baby It's Cold Inside

Scott Huffman X Reader

Prompt: "You know it's cold when your nipples tear through your shirt."

A/N: Couldn't resist this prompt and wanted to write for Scott finally! 😍 Thank you @the-ss-horniest-book-club for the prompt 😉

Warnings: Honestly there's nothing serious here 🤭 teasing maybe a little flirting, Scott talks about arousal but again, it's nothing serious 😄

The heating in the office was broken, and it was unfortunate it was winter which meant the space you and Scott would be working was absolutely freezing. It also didn't help that someone had left a window open all night. You were shivering and it was so cold that your feet felt like frozen blocks of ice-cubes.

You stood up from your desk to grab a coffee from the coffee machine, knowing Scott would be arriving at any minute. One coffee was poured and just as the second one was finishing up spurting out the last droplets of coffee, Scott scrolled through the door rubbing his hands together until he disappeared into his office.

"Hey, here's your coffee." Your teeth clattered as you spoke. A breathy white cloud of smoke from your lips into the freezing air. Putting his coffee down on his desk, Scott turns to you and you laugh quietly.

"Thank you. What's so funny?" He smiles, your laughter was always contagious. You point to his shirt, his nipples tenting against the material since he took his jacket off.

"You know it's cold when your nipples tear through your shirt." You joke. Scott laughs and shakes his head.

"How do you know I'm just not aroused? Nipples erect for all kinds of reasons." He throws a wink and there's just something about it that makes you flush and giggle.

"Because your lips are white and I can see your breath."

"Damn, you got me there! It is cold though, let's huddle up. We have lots of work to do." He suggests and pulls the other office chair next to him.

#scott huffman x reader #scott huffman #the last full measure #scott huffman x you #scott huffman x y/n #hunkydorybarnes #fanfiction #drabbles #imagines

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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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loveaffaire-recs · 3 years

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Loveaffaire’s Fanfiction Recommendations — II

Here’s another fanfic recommendations masterlist with some amazing fanfics by some amazing authors, you can find the first fanfic recommendations masterlist here.

This masterlist contains fanfic recs for—

Marvel— Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers & Stucky x Reader

Actors— Tom Holland & Chris Evans

Miscellaneous— Andy Barber (Defending Jacob) & Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Remember to read the individual warnings for all the fanfictions, some of them are NSFW and have been marked 18+ so minors DNI with NSFW content.

If a username is written as @/username, it means that blog is mentioned more than once.

Navigation || Main Blog

Fanfiction Recommendations Masterlist — I

Marvel

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

Burning Red by @spideyspeaches

You always could rely on colours to describe one's personality, you found that out at a pretty early age. No matter how strange the person was, they always had a colour to them that matched the way they talked and walked.

NFWMB by @waitimcomingtoo

Peter breaks up with you to keep you safe, but he can’t stay away

Showered With Kisses by @vendettaparker (Social Media fic—18+)

Peter is unsure about what his night with you means, so he goes to Harry for advice

No Bra by @asonofpeter (18+)

(Summary unavailable so here’s my own) Peter learns that you don’t wear a bra sometimes and then he asks reader if he can… see👀

Unravel by @subspider (18+)

Peter has a predilection for ruining your orgasms.

My Heart, Tethered To Yours by @/subspider (18+)

What good are handcuffs when your boyfriend has superhuman strength.

I Think He Knows by @/waitimcomingtoo

Peter suspects you’re keeping the same secret as he is and makes a fool out of himself trying to get you to admit it

No Time To Die by @/vendettaparker

After learning the horrifying secrets your family kept from you, you became what they feared the most.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Someone Has A Crush by @serendipityrogers (18+)

Peter finally turns twenty-one and is hell-bent on taking you out for a drink. Bucky thinks his little crush is cute, but is convinced Peter could never handle a woman like you.

Eye For An Eye [ft. Thor] by @christowhore (18+)

You come home one night to find Bucky in bed with another woman. after threatening divorce, he begs for your forgiveness and tells you he'll do anything. He should’ve known to always be careful with what you wish for.

For Your Sake by @purple-babygirl (DDLG—18+)

Bucky would do anything to keep his little angel, the one and only person he ever goes soft for, safe.

Just Let Me See Them (18+)

↳ Part 2– Look At Me Forever by @kinanabinks (18+)

Your best friend, Bucky, has done some research about makeup for you. It's imperative that you show him your boobs.

Dada, Open Up by @/purple-babygirl (DDLG— 18+)

Daddy!Bucky's little obsessed with feeding him from her plate.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

The Thing About Trust by @/christowhore

An anonymous email was sent, loyalties were questioned, and unforgivable actions were made. unfortunately, by the time the truth is uncovered, it’s already too late.

How Do You Want Me? By @sagechanoafterdark (18+)

Steve hates you, right?

Second Choice by @sergeantxrogers

Steve’s drifted away from you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑. 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁.

It’s Crazy What You Do For A Friend by @fairyevans (18+)

(Summary unavailable so here’s my own) It’s a 40s!skinny!Steve x reader x 40s!Bucky threesome baby😳

Unconventional Love by @jurassicbarnes (18+)

In which you and Bucky sneak out of a boring fundraiser.

Daddy’s Best Girl by @/purple-babygirl (18+)

Uncle Steve just doesn't get how good Bucky's little is.

Actors

𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

In The Dark by @rosyparkers (Social Media Series)

When a certain beloved Spider-Man actor mentions your name in an interview, you’re certain your luck couldn’t get any better. Until he starts dating one of your best friends. (Actress!Y/N)

Happier Than Ever by @/vendettaparker

After another disastrous date with your boyfriend, a handsome British stranger is left to help you pick up the pieces of your broken heart, and relearn your self-worth.

Baby by @kelieah

(Summary unavailable so here’s my own) Dad!Tom, a lot of fucking fluff and a lot of fucking feels.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

Trying My Best To Be Okay by @falcqns (DDLG—18+)

Chris shows you that he's there for you, no matter what.

Misc.

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 (Defending Jacob)

It’s The Rush, It’s The Lust by @inklore (18+)

It’s visibly clear how stressed Andy is from work and his absent minded wife and son. He deserves to relax, to have someone take care of him. and you couldn’t be more willing to give Andy everything he deserves.

Call Me Lover by @/inklore (Series— 18+)

When an illicit night spent between Andy and you brings up feelings of lust and repressed want, the two of you find it harder and harder to stay away, avoid stolen glances, and touch starved aches. It only adding fuel to the fire that’s slowly burning in the Barber home when Andy makes it clear his will power to stay away from you is futile.

Sitting Doll (18+)

↳ Part 2 by @/kinanabinks (18+)

(Summary unavailable so here’s mine) A bit of dark!Andy and (eventual) dark!reader but anyway I have no idea how to summarise this, it’s just so good so go read lmao

Anonymous by @syntheticavenger (Series— 18+)

Moving to a new city, you match with a stranger for a one night stand, indulging in your submissive side.

Andy Barber x reader x Scott Huffman by @navybrat817

Scott Huffman and Andy Barber joining a firm around the same time and having a silent war over an admin reader

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 (Knives Out)

Attention Whore by (18+)

You love teasing Ransom, but he constantly rejects you. Why won't he just give in already?

↳ Part 2– Not His To Break by @/kinanabinks (18+)

You were wrong for thinking dating one of Ransom's friends was a good idea. And Ransom's pissed that someone else hurt you before he even got the chance to.

#peter parker one shot #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers smut #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #chris evans one shot #chris evans smut #andy barber one shot #andy barber smut #bucky barnes #peter parker #tom holland #peter parker fic #bucky barnes fic

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haebaebarnes · 4 years

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Meal of The Day

Pairing: Professor!Barnes X Y/N!Barnes

Summary: You pay a lunchtime visit to the university to see your husband.

Warnings: Flirting, teasing, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (Wrap up that noodle before you get it wet!!!), Smut, 18+

Authors Notes: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and for their Back To School challenge! Wanted to write some filth and couldn’t resist snagging this prompt! Also thank you so much for beta’ing this for me since this is my first but not last piece of smut writing I’ve done!

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The students congregated around the campus, mostly sitting on bricked walls and steps to eat their lunch when you arrived at the university. The double doors leading into the department your husband worked opened with ease, and the hallway was empty besides the odd student lingering outside of their Professor's room.

Your heels clicked-clacked along the tiled hallway. The noise seemed to echo, bouncing off the brick walls as you walked down the long hall to where your husband's room was situated at the end on the left.

If you remember his schedule correctly, he should be sitting at his desk eating a sandwich as he grades a couple of papers. Bucky was always working hard, made it his mission to be the best and supportive professor in the university. If his students succeeded, he knew he did his job right.

There was always a little competition against him and two other Professor's in this department; ones you vaguely met last semester; Professor Scott Huffman and Professor Chris Beck. It was a little game to them, one had to be better than the other.

When you reached the door, you skimmed your fingers over Bucky's gold nameplate on the door before knocking once and entering.

"Hi hubby!" You greeted walking in and kicking the door shut and locking it behind you. "I brought you some lunch."

"Hey sugar! Thought you'd be takin' it easy. And besides, I already have my lunch doll." Bucky replied, putting his personalized pen down on the desk.

You try to fight the growing smirk on your face as you get closer to your unsuspecting husband, clearly he hasn't even noticed you're not carrying a bag on your shoulder that would even have lunch in.

Bucky pushes his chair out and you click your tongue, standing between the mahogany desk and his spread thighs. Subtly moving the papers out of the way and hopping up onto the desk, you spread your thighs a little wider and raise your skirt, giving him a glimpse of the lack of panties you're currently wearing.

His slacks tighten around his crotch and you watch his adam's apple bob up and down as his eyes are glued to your wet and delicious meal of the day.

Bucky wipes the sweat off his palms on his thighs and stands up, his fingers immediately fumbling with his belt and then the zipper and buttons of his slacks. The heavy material pools around his ankles and his boxers swiftly follow suit. Beads of precum already seeping through the slit on the engorged head.

"Ohh. Fuck I missed you this morning." Bucky's words come out in ragged breaths as he closes the gap and stands between your spread legs. Bucky pushes the tip through your folds to gather as much lubricant as possible.

"Me too." You moan softly, gasping when he bumps against your swollen clit. The feeling of his beard grazing along your neck makes you dizzy. You love his beard in other places but you don't have time for foreplay.

Bucky grips your waist tightly to pull you closer to the edge, closer to him. "You ready baby?" He asks, knowing you have to be quick as students will soon gather outside.

"I'm ready." You tell him, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms curling up and over his shoulders. Bucky takes a breath and pushes in. Your walls immediately suck him in, pulling him inside deeper. They convulse around his pulsing cock and he knows he's not gonna last.

"Ahhh shit! You feel so good Buck!" You moan, giving him lazy kisses on his neck.

Bucky bottoms out, only to plunge back in with a harder thrust. The tip of his cock hits that sweet spot that makes you see those stars the other professor teaches. His grip tightens on your waist that will most definitely leave marks but neither of you care.

The desk squeaks under the weight and sheer force of his thrusts and his precum is mixing with your own arousal, causing the gooey exchange to dribble out.

"Fuck!" Bucky curses, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. His blood beats in his ears and his balls are already tightening. You've always felt so good, so tight.

The once upon a time innocent sounds of the classroom where students chatted with each other and studied while they listened to his lessons was replaced by the graphic pornographic sounds of his thighs slapping against yours and the sloshing noises your wet pussy was making for him as he rocked his hips back and forth.

Each languid thrust made your body hum and your organs tingle. Every time he hit that spot, you would involuntarily clench around him hard.

"Fuck baby! I gotta cum!" Bucky loses the fight, stilling his hips as his load shoots inside of you. His warm cum makes you moan. "I didn't… I'm sorry, I didn't make you cum." He adds, disappointment. Your pleasure always came first.

You chuckle, wiping the sweat that's gathered on his cheek. "We have tonight baby. Besides, this was your lunch."

A grin plays on his face as he pecks your lips. "I'll eat you out as soon as I'm home! I promise."

"I'll be waiting. You best tuck yourself back in, your class starts again in 10 minutes." You chuckle, groaning at the loss of him when he pulls out and cleans the two of you up with some tissue.

"You'll be the death of me woman."

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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a very merry sebmas - day 7

pairing: tlfm!scott huffman x reader

a/n: i’m sorry but my hormones have declared christmas baby fever season so bare with more baby content

holiday divider by @firefly-graphics

okay but scott isn’t home a lot

scott is mostly working and as a self proclaimed workaholic, he had to change his ways once his first son was born

for the very first years, the little man didn’t care much about christmas or santa, screaming his lungs out whenever he saw him yet around 2 years old, he started to get into the spirit

scott would come back from work and y/n is still in her work attire, helping andy decorate the tree

he would get excited about being able to open a little door to reveal a treat every single day and would constantly write letters to santa which scott and y/n carefully hid away from him and would write back as to keep the christmas joy

“daddy, i’m staying up to see santa” “but you can’t see santa, bud.” “yes, but i have a plan” “really” “yes, i won’t tell mumma. she knows santa” “how do you know i don’t know santa?” “you’ve never called santa”

yes y/n will pull the trick of calling one of her friends and pretend it’s santa when andy is misbehaving.

despite scott trying his best to convince his two year old to go to bed and sleep, he was set in his ways

the little boy had made his way to his father’s study which had a nice view to the living room from the , little winnie the pooh plushie in hand and sat there, staring at where the tree was standing

“are you gonna sit in the ground for the whole night, andy?” “yes” “you’re gonna get tired” “pooh is making me company and telling jokes” “is he?”

he gave up, walking up to his study and turning on the television

lucky for him, elf was on, one of andy’s favourites “how about sitting with me and watch elf?” “what if i miss santa?” “i’ll keep an eye out”

the two boys end up falling asleep and being found asleep by y/n who smiled

she walked over to the small couch and kissed scott on the forehead which stirred him awake “did he try to wait for santa?” “yeah, elf put him down very quickly though” “can you keep an eye on him while i put the presents under the tree?” “hm i don’t know, i might have to tell andy i’ve seen santa claus” “don’t be cheeky”

#sebmas #sebastian stan

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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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