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americasass81 · 16 days ago

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Forbidden Fruit And Stolen Moments

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Age Gap, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Minor Character Death, Mob Themes, P in V Smut, Implied Multiple Orgasms. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

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Synopsis:- Heading back home at your father's request, will you be able to maintain the façade that holds your secrets at bay or will those who know you best discover the one thing that could actually tear your family apart?

Author’s Note 1:- My first time tackling Dad's Best Friend, this is my final entry for @saiyanprincessswanie 4.2k Followers Writing Challenge and includes the stuff listed below

Prompt:-

🔹��You look cute wearing my clothes.”

🔹"Do you still love me, or am I just convenient?”

🔹“It’s always been you.”

🔹"You made me believe in love."

🔹"I wish I could just hold you one more time."

Thanks once more for the inspiration this wonderful challenge has provided Missy. I just hope I've done it justice.

Trope:- Dad's Best Friend

Pairings:- Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Word Count:- 5,311

Winding your way along the driveway through the trees, the compound rose above you in the distance and cast a shadow you knew now you could never escape. A year to the day after completing your law degree and Steve, or dad as you were always loath to call him, had summoned you home. The debt had come due and it was now time to help out with the family business. But that situation did not sit well with you. For many reasons. At last reaching the front of the building and driving your car into the underground parking area, you then ignored the elevator in favour of taking the stairs, if for no other reason now than to stave off the inevitable meeting that lay ahead. A pity the same could not be said for the thoughts rattling around in your head however.

Tossing your bag over your shoulder and placing one foot in front of the other, you could feel the eyes on you the second you had entered your passcode at the front gates, but here that feeling became more acute. After all, you were more than just a mob boss's daughter or the baby of the family ... you were also the problem child. A lawyer now by trade, the only one of two boys and two girls to take after your father, this was by far the most prominent chip in the family dynamics. James, the eldest boy, fully convinced he would one day take over the family business, had been a suck up all of his life and was now so good at it, one would have thought it was his super power.

Of course, there was the fact that he ran the family's legitimate businesses and ran them quite successfully. But that didn't change the fact that he was obnoxious to a fault. Then next to him was Maria, the soon to be Mrs. Scott Huffman. A prominent accountant with her watchful eye on all things financial that Steve was involved in, the fact that she would soon be married to a high ranking government official was the icing on the cake as far as your mother and father were concerned.

It was an excellent match after all and the two of them genuinely seemed to love each other. Plus from what little whispers had reached your ears, Maria was even interested in adding the title of mother to her list of accomplishments which would only delight your own mother even further. But then she always had been the girly maternal sort so none of this really came as much of a surprise to you.

And that just left the twins. Anthony, a tech genius and mechanic far too skilled at both for his siblings liking, it was clear to all where his talent came from. Older than you by twenty minutes and the apple of his mother's eye, the Stark blood was strong in that one in the same way the Rogers blood won out in you. You were your father's daughter in all the ways that truly mattered. Controlled, intelligent, a girl unlike your sister that could somehow straddle the worlds of men and women so easily without looking out of place in either, even your skills at strategy and diplomacy seemed to be coded into every cell of your DNA.

And yet they failed miserably to work on your father, for you and he were just too much alike. Two magnets whose forces seemed destined to repel each other. But still, the two of you had your moments. For it was you, above any of your three older siblings, that Steve confided in the most. Maybe because it had to do with the fact that you were the most like him. But maybe too, it was your uncanny ability to simply get yourself out of any situation. A set of skills none of his other children had ever exhibited.

Secrets to you were power. A weapon and wealth of information to be kept safe and stored away until they could prove advantageous to you or someone you cared deeply about. Lies were a cloak that could protect and harm you or others depending on how you used them. And so far there was no one more skilled at talking her way out of tricky situations or into the right ones more than you. You seemed to thrive on the shadier side of the family, which was probably why the law appealed to you so much. Knowing the legal way to do things, combined with your own god given talents, and it was so much easier to get into all the illegal shit your father had his fingers in. To get information before anyone knew you had gone fishing. To kill someone without ever getting caught. To keep secrets of your own without anyone ever finding out.

Which explained why you now possessed a secret far deadlier to your very survival than any threat posed by those your father considered his rivals. A secret that could cost you more than your own life. You were just too good at treading the line between right and wrong it seemed. And yet, what you were doing had felt completely right ... until now. Until you were back home once more under your father's roof.

Leaving this thought aside now and opening the door at the top of the stairs to enter the house proper, the sights, smells and sounds of home greeted you immediately and though part of you hated being back here, there was still a greater part that cherished being here. For your family did mean everything to you, even if they did grate on your independent streak. So maybe it was time to remind yourself of that lost love.

Walking through the house now as the loss of seven years past flooded in on top of you like a tsunami, the memories of before were still ever present here as evidenced by the sight greeting you now as you headed out into the hall and reached the bottom step of the staircase. "Hey there stranger, long time no see," Anthony greeted from his usual spot on the top step and you had to admit it had been too long.

Constant text messages and the nightly phone conversation had kept the two of you in touch, but his face was new to you now. Seven years apart had seen him grow more and more into your mother's genes so much so that he now resembled more of your uncle Tony than he ever had before. Except his eyes. Those were still your father's eyes. The blue of the sky in a body whose mind reached for the stars beyond. And yet the smile he greeted you with now belonged to no one but him. Neither Stark nor Rogers, it seemed to be something all his own and as the two of you met halfway up the staircase, his embrace was all his own too. Something the two of you had shared since the beginning and something you only just realised now you had missed far more than you had ever known.

Something you now planned to rectify. "Hey yourself stranger, missed you too," you whispered back as you now pulled him closer and welcomed the feel of his arms around you in a way none of the rest of the family could ever replicate. Well maybe not all the family, if the sight that greeted you now at the top of the stairs was given any weight.

"Well sweetheart, does your old man not deserve the same greeting after seven years without your presence?" Steve now interrupted, and though you were loath to have this moment between you and Anthony end so soon, you knew this reunion too had been coming from the second the summons had been issued. Despite what he did for a living, Steve had still been one hell of a father and as a result should not be punished for you being who you were. No matter how much it grated on you. And so it was time to play the part.

Breaking away from Anthony then, who simply continued to smile before saying goodbye to both yourself and his father, you now trudged your way up the rest of the staircase and came to stand in front of your father as your bag dropped to the floor at your feet. Looking up into his face then, and the eyes you had seen just moments before, you hid away that part of you that no one in the family ever knew about and taking a step into the past walked forward into Steve's outstretched arms.

"Hey Dad, missed you," you greeted quietly and the resulting laugh that sprang forth from his chest and rattled against the side of your face told you in no uncertain terms that you were home. For only your mother or Bucky, and you on rare occasions like this, could ever pull that kind of reaction from Steve Rogers. A reaction, he only delighted now in reminding you of.

"Well thank you sweetheart, I haven't had a good laugh in a very long time. It's also nice to see your skills are still intact," he added as he stepped back now and took in your features as if committing this new you to memory before he spoke again, "you would have had me believing you too if I didn't know you so well."

And in true fashion this added remark brought out the rebel streak that both of you knew so well. "No fair, I did indeed miss you ...," you retaliated before your father interrupted however and stole the remainder of your protest.

"... in your own way. Yeah, I know sweetheart," he smiled fondly before placing his arm around your shoulder now and leading you off towards his office with talk of discussing private matters with you before your mother and the rest of the family discovered your challenger parked in the garage or Anthony announced your return to half the household. For it seemed there was a particularly delicate matter he needed tending to and you were perfect for the job.

You and one other.

Leaving your dad's office half an hour later then having discovered that an important associate had gotten themselves arrested and was currently awaiting representation before being questioned, Steve was tasking you with not only getting the man removed from all suspicion, but also making sure that nothing traced back to him. That of course you were confident of pulling off, but it was the second part of the plan that could prove a bit more problematic. Once released and off police radar, you and Bucky were then to escort the associate to one of the family's warehouses where Bucky would protect both you and this Mister Fowler until Steve arrived to deal with him personally.

Of course, under normal circumstances nothing in this brief would have posed a problem for you. But right now, the timing was utterly lousy.

Walking the hall back to your childhood bedroom now with your bag back over your shoulder as your mind whirled with what you were expected to do and how best to accomplish it, while at the same time thinking of the gala your parents were attending that night which would delay your dad showing up to fulfill his part in this assignment, you might also have contemplated how best to work with Bucky but this task would have to wait. For it seemed Anthony had indeed been busy since leaving your sight earlier.

Opening the door to your bedroom now to be greeted with the sight of Maria stretched out atop your bed as if she owned the damn thing, you longed to grab her head, march her straight out into the hall and take a shower before heading off to find Bucky to discuss with him the matter your father had entrusted to you. But the memory of your mother's voice rang clearly in your ears. "Stark women do not behave like a bunch of animals let loose from the zoo," she'd constantly corrected you as a child when tensions between you and Maria had flared up and you had resorted to tactics far more suited to your brothers James or Anthony.

Mind you, those two rarely resorted to such tactics in the first place, so as far as you were concerned, someone in the family had to fly the flag for troublemaking and unruliness and it might as well be you. Not that that answer had impressed your dear mother all that much when you had pointed this out to her, but thinking about it now the memory brought a smile to your face and stopped you from following through with your first instinct. Which led you instead to your second one.

Moving her feet aside now and sitting down on the bed beside her, you returned the hug Maria freely offered you, before pulling apart and breaking the silence permeating every inch of the room around you. "Hey darling sister, nice to see you making yourself at home. Can you give me a quick minute to shower before we catch up?" and so with a nod of her head, twenty minutes later found you newly freshened up as you and your sister now strolled through the grounds and caught up on all the life details that had slipped through the cracks between the pair of you in the intervening years.

At least until you reached the meadow at the edge of the property and the spectacle waiting there.

Lying backwards atop the grass, his head resting on his fingers just above the surface of the lake, Maria stopped up short staring at the scene before the pair of you. But your thoughts were elsewhere. And no good could ever come from such a place. Taking in his naked form now, just as you suspected your sister was doing, James 'Bucky' Barnes, your dad's best friend and right hand man, was more than entitled to kick back and relax when such time was afforded to him. But not here and certainly not like this. And now your skills at lies and deception would be called upon far earlier than you had ever expected.

Pulling your sister away from her staring now before your presence became an issue, both of you quickly turned around and silently headed back the way you came, but not before you heard a body drop into the water and imagined Bucky swimming through the waters now as he had done so many times before. But times were different then.

Older than you for sure, but trusted beyond all others due to the fact that he had been Steve's best friend since the two of them had practically been in diapers together, over the past eight years since you had left for college Bucky had been at the end of a phone whenever you had needed him. Hell, he'd even shown up at your apartment the odd time when disagreements with your father had resulted in common ground being necessary between you and the other man.

With Bucky being that common ground.

After all, Steve for example sent him, knowing he could get through to you in ways neither he nor your mother ever could. While you always called on him, knowing he was the only one that could bridge the gap between you and the man you were so like. Bucky had years of experience after all and an insight few others could ever hope to have. Hell, even your sainted mother, who loved Steve unconditionally, didn't have the insight that Bucky possessed. Bucky knew it all. What Steve did in both his personal and professional life. There were no secrets from these two, well ... except maybe one.

Back in the main grounds now as Maria whined like a child as to why you were dragging her away from the vision waiting back in the meadow, you wanted to hit her upside the head again and tell her that Bucky was not in your father's employment for her to drool over and ogle at, however you knew that was not a wise move. On so many levels. Your older sister may have been a bit more girly to be sure compared to you, but she was no fool. An accountant by trade, her skills at finding hidden trails was well known and if you didn't play your cards right and watch every move you made now, your life as you knew it would be over. And so would someone else's.

Steve after all, despite his life choices and how skillful each and every one of his children were at anything they put their minds to, was at his core a loving father and family man. The thought then of any one of his children having sex, let alone his beloved daughters, well ... that you imagined would be just the thing for him to rein down hellfire on whatever poor soul decided to sully such things most precious to him. Courting came first. Family introductions. Thorough background checks. Meals and gatherings where Steve Rogers and his wife could get to know potential partners and decide for themselves if they were suitable to possess the heart of any one of their children. And approval there then led to marriage, sex and hopefully grandchildren running around as the couple in question grew old together watching the next generation come into their own.

A man old enough to be your father? Who in fact grew up with your own father and was treated by him as a brother. No way would he ever be considered suitable marriage material for either you or Maria. No matter how much your parents loved and trusted him. The circumstances were just so far beyond appropriate it was considered utter fantasy. Which was how you started off the conversation with Maria before also delicately explaining that Steve would not appreciate his daughters wasting their time, talent and education staring at his second-in-command.

And from there you then seized the opportunity to also inquire as to whether her own fiancé Scott might have an issue with her proposed activity as well, which thankfully defused the situation to your advantage when she simply laughed and pointed out how completely right you probably were. God, it seemed the girl was hopelessly in love. But then again, couldn't the same be said for you?

Still having nipped this particular situation in the bud without landing yourself in deeper water, you now simply had to make it through the customary family dinner without any said family member discovering the truth and after that work would hopefully provide an excellent opportunity to satiate the beast growing restless within you once more. But as you made your way to the table that evening part of you questioned when did you ever truly get what you wanted when your family was involved?

Having successfully reined in Maria's wandering eye and finding the time then to track down and interact with the rest of the family, Bucky had at last been found in your dad's office half an hour before dinner, and having discussed and planned for the operation taking place afterwards, the task of dinner now seemed less daunting until the talk of weddings grabbed the attention of everyone at the table at the exact same moment.

Maria and your mother discussed plans and dates and possible venues, while Steve and Scott actually talked themselves into a world of trouble by simultaneously telling both women all they had to do was tell them where and when to show up and they would be there. A statement that not only set both women off on one as a result of their perceived lack of enthusiasm, but miraculously had James and Anthony shaking their heads in unison and disbelief that the men had made these proclamations out loud. Hell you couldn't be sure, but you'd even swear you'd heard James remake what a foolish statement that had been. And he was usually the first guy in the family to land himself in trouble with the opposite sex. In fact he'd gotten quite good over the years at winding women up. Not that you planned on bringing it up or getting yourself dragged into the relationship and marriage debacle however.

No looking across the table and catching Bucky's eye instead, as he watched your father try to smooth things over with both the women he had offended, you were suddenly grateful for the alarm on your phone that signalled family time for you at least was finally over. It was time to get on with the task that had brought your ass back here. The very same task that could have also landed you in hot water some time later if your head wasn't two steps ahead of the spot between your legs.

Excusing yourself from the table then with a kiss on the cheek for both of your parents, you quickly changed into your most professional lawyerly looking outfit and meeting James on the driveway outside the front door, an hour later found Nick Fowler chained up in the lower levels of the warehouse with a police apology ringing in his ears while words of a far different kind currently rang through yours.

Having caused a bit of trouble when he discovered that freedom from the police did not equate to the freedom to get on with his life as he saw fit, sitting in the back of the SUV with a mere slip of a girl had given him a bravado you seriously suspected he would never possess had it been Bucky or your father that had been seated beside him. As it was, that bravado however was wasted on you also. A well dressed, mere slip of a girl you might have been, but underneath you were still Steve Rogers daughter and one thing your father had always prided himself on was teaching his children, all four of them, how to fight and defend themselves. Which Bucky knew only too well when he opened the back doors of the SUV upon arrival at the warehouse to find you wiping blood off your hand onto Nick's pants, while the man in question lay slumped over unconscious and bleeding from his nose.

It seemed an explanation would be in order, but a quick "he tried to overpower me and escape," were the only words needed instead for Bucky to make sense of the scene that greeted him. Fowler had fucked up and it would simply be one more thing for Steve to use against him later Perhaps the most important thing.

But that for now was something above his pay grade as he moved the unconscious man to the containment area, secured him with the necessary chains and gags and now turned his experienced eyes directly on you. And he wasn't sure he liked what he saw, but not for the reasons one would think. After all, you were more than capable of defending yourself and he had made sure the man was completely unarmed before the three of you had left the police station, but still there were signs. Your skirt had gotten torn in the scuffle and your jacket, missing buttons now, would not be closing again any time soon. But the blood on your blouse was the real kicker.

Mob life 101 decreed quite clearly that any blood on any garment spelled the fire for such items. No matter how small or insignificant. End of story.

Oh sure, all four of you had been taught as children how to get blood out of your clothes. But that had been as a result of the childhood adventures and self defence classes that you and your older siblings had partaken in. Blood acquired through mob activities required a more thorough and permanent solution. One that could in no way lead back to your father no matter what finally happened to the donator of said blood. So now there was a bit more work to be done.

Escorting you upstairs first to the living quarters, Bucky waited until all of your clothes had been removed and taking them then as you headed off towards the shower to removed any unseen bodily fluid, your dad's trusted number two now drove the SUV to the demolition section of the property where the morning crew would work their magic the second Steve made the call. As for your outfit? In the meantime that had a date with the incinerator while Bucky had a date of a completely different kind.

And upon returning back to you, the sight that greeted him was one he knew he would never forget. Even if he had seen it now numerous times over the past three years. “You look cute wearing my clothes, doll. But then I think I’ve told you that before,” he interrupted and the sight that greeted you in return was one you loved every bit as much.

Looking over your shoulder now to find Bucky leaning casually against the doorframe with his sleeves rolled up and his hair tousled, while you pranced about in an old t-shirt and some boxers he had left here some time ago, your smart mouth wanted to remind him that he was part of the reason you currently had nothing else to wear. But the words just wouldn't come out. Turning instead to face him fully now, your eyes taking in his aged appearance and the specks of silver sprinkled throughout his just there beard, you worried briefly what would happen should your parents, and one of them in particular, ever find out the truth simmering between the two of you now. But then again, you didn't really care. The last three years alone had proven that fact.

Moving across the room now and closing the distance between the two of you, you now stood before the man who had come to mean so much to you and gazing up into his smouldering eyes, gave a voice to the fear rising up inside you now that the adrenaline of the night's adventure had started to wear off. "Tell me something Bucky, after what was discussed tonight at dinner, do you still love me, or am I just convenient?” you whispered now and if you expected him to give you the safe answer then it seemed the most important part of the last three years had been totally lost on you however.

For taking you in his arms and placing you gently on the waiting bed now, Bucky positioned himself above you and replied with the words you knew would fundamentally alter your life forever. "I love you doll, never ever doubt that fact," he promised now as he bent down to kiss you then before continuing. “It’s always been you. You made me believe in love and while I wish I could just hold you one more time, I'm sorry to say this outfit is doing things to me I'm just not strong enough to resist," and as his lower half thrust against your boxer clad hips now, you had to admit you couldn't resist him either.

You wanted him too. Had wanted him all day since you and Maria had stumbled upon his naked form relaxing in the meadow by the lake where once or twice common sense had given way to more primal urges and a risk or two had been a stone laid on the path that led both of you here. God, what you'd wanted to do to him there despite what you knew your family would say. But your family were not here now. So why not seize the opportunity.

Reaching up to kiss him then as your right hand reached down to free his erection from his pants, his lack of boxers would have made you question if you were currently wearing the only pair he actually owned, but your mouth was presently otherwise occupied and if Bucky kept going the way he was, then neither one of you would be wearing boxers anything soon. Which was something you were actually okay with.

Pulling back for air then, as your hand continued to glide back and forth along his cock in a manner you knew he totally loved, Bucky temporarily put a halt to your activities however as he pulled his t-shirt over your head before burying his own against your chest as your hand found its way back to its previous activity. From there then your pussy slowly moistened for him as his lips, teeth and tongue lavished attention on your tits while your hand worked him closer and closer to his first release. A release he thought he was man enough to hold off, until you flicked your wrist in a certain way at the exact same moment your left hand clamped down hard on his head and shoved one of your breasts right up against his mouth. And that it seemed was all it took.

His hips shook, his lungs burned and he had to admit if this was the end it was definitely one hell of a way to go, but his release squirting against your hips and over your hand as your excited laughter filled his ears, told him death was not ready for him yet. But perhaps you were?

Wrestling himself free from your control now, as air pushed itself back into his lungs and your laughter distorted the smug grin that somehow shined so brightly from your eyes, he would apologize later for not preparing you properly, but he was beyond waiting. He had to bury himself within you. And yet somehow you didn't seem to object.

Raising your hips from the bed now, to help him move his boxers down your legs, your laughter still rang in his ears and egged him on as he lined himself up with your pussy then and thrust home in one powerful movement. A movement it seemed both of you were longing for. Coming around him now, as he had just spilled himself for you, the two of you now thrust against each other in a rhythm born on many nights just like this over the last three years together. And it was every bit as exhilarating as it had been the first time you had given yourselves to each other despite the fear that had thankfully seemed to have lessened with time.

For you would never give this up now, despite how your father might react should he ever discover his best friend balls deep in his baby girl's flower. But then it seemed Bucky wasn't willing to walk away either. And so, as the two of you came together many more times before falling asleep in each others arms, the phone call waking you to inform you that Steve was heading to your location shortly was just the ticket you needed to explain yourself tucked up in bed with no clothes of your own when the mob boss showed up to find Bucky plating up some food and you exactly where you told him you'd be.

Dressing quickly then before joining both men in the kitchen area and thanking your dad for the new outfit, you next said your goodbyes to both and left them to deal with the complication downstairs as another precious moment was tucked away into your memory bank. And there it would remain, sustaining you through many a long, lonely night until the next time you and Steve had some fundamental disagreement that Bucky was required to smooth over once more in his own very unique way.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years ago

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no one rang my bell— but here i am—

happy birthday babe

dark!Scott Huffman x darkish!Reader

I can’t count, much less count words

for the benefit of me, we’re calling this soft!dark

Mutual Benefits

His clothes fucking itch.

He’s read the same sentence on the paperwork in front of him seven or eight times and he isn’t absorbing a fucking word. His leg bounces under his desk.

The problem is that damn skirt. It’s skin tight and high waisted and he’s pretty sure he can see the outline of what his mind tells him is the skimpiest little panties when your back is turned to him.

He knows he should have hired someone else to do your job. He knows that having you here is doing nothing but distracting him and making his pants feel tight, but he saw how eager you were to please him and couldn’t help the sick desire to see you bending over backwards for him for 40 hours a week.

The floor to ceiling windows of his office give him the perfect view of you; concentrated, pouring over his schedule, making sure he’s not overbooked but also being sure to book him just enough that he stays busy. He would like to say that his days are going by quickly and painlessly, but that would be a lie.

He knows he can’t stand up right now, it would reveal too much, so he bores his stare into his paperwork and tries his best to keep working.

A soft knock pulls him from his thoughts and there you are, practically fucking glowing in the sunset light from the window. Golden hour, golden you.

Your face curls into concern.

“Hey, are you feeling alright? You look —“

“I uhh- yeah, no I’m- I’m okay.” He’s not convincing, you take the seat in front of his desk.

“Mr. Huffman, you know—“ You’re about to tell him that he can tell you anything, that your job description implied confidentiality, that you signed the NDA, but he cuts you off.

“I thought I told you to call me Scott,” his face is hard, his stare dark. It makes your heart thump a little harder in your chest. Your eyes flutter and saliva collects behind your molars.

“Scott, I’m sure—“ but he won’t let you finish, he’s done hearing your voice after it trilled over the consonants of his name.

“You know what my problem is?”

The manila folder in his hand gets slapped shut, tossed on the surface of his desk as he leans forward. You shake your head, the grip on your own stack of paperwork tight when you swallow back your words.

“You.” He’s deadly serious, the tips of his ears are red with agitation.

“What have I done?” You ask, nearly affronted.

“You exist.” You watch as his hands leave his desk top, his palms massaging at the top of his thighs where you’re sure his erection sits heavy between his legs.

The corner of your mouth tugs, you have to bite your lip to keep it from breaking into a full smile. You’ve got him. You play coy anyway.

“I don’t understand,” you reply. You place your paperwork on the chair next to you and stand, the click of your heels against the carpet covered concrete echoing off the walls of his office. You make sure to walk slow, to shift your weight deliberately from one foot to the other to put that bounce in your ass cheeks when you walk over and shut the blinds to his office.

“You’ve got to be kidding, you don’t know? Don’t know how much I want to—“

“No, Scott,” this time you cut him off, slice through him with a look and catch him off guard. You walk back to his desk, lean over it and speak low, inches from his face. “I don’t understand why it is that all I get from you is sideways glances when all I want is to ride your cock where you sit.”

His eyes widen, his breathing labored, you continue.

“Do I have too many buttons buttoned?” You plant your ass back in the seat, lean back and undo the top three buttons on your blouse.

“Sweetheart, please,” he begs, though you’re not sure if it’s to keep going or to stop. You take liberties.

“Are the skirts not short enough, Mr. Huffman?” You work your fingers under the hem of your skirt, pull it up over your thighs and let your legs fall open.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moans, his eyes drifting down to where you’re already very close to dripping bare on his office furniture.

“All of this,” you suck a breath in through your teeth when your fingers come into contact with your clit, already sensitive, “was just walking around your office waiting for you to take some fucking initiative.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you initiative,” he mumbles. It’s not even really to you, it’s more a plea for you to keep talking to him. He doesn’t even ask to take his pants down, the jingle of his belt buckle and his frantic pawing tells you he wouldn’t ask anyway. A few seconds later he has himself in hand and the saliva that was collecting behind your molars threatens to spill. He’s engorged, thick and angry, shiny with precum and if you don’t speak now he’ll ruin everything.

“Go slow,” you command. His head snaps up, his eyebrows knitted. He doesn’t want slow, he wants rough and fast and he wants to come so goddamn bad his head spins.

You lean over his desk again, take his wrist and bring his hand to your mouth. You spit in his palm, wet and lewd, and then smile up at him when he falters. He licks his lips like he wants to taste it.

“Next time,” you coo, and all his empty head can do is nod.

You relax back, sluicing your fingers with your own slick before plunging them into your cunt. You make a show of it. “Fuck, Scott,” you whimper, looking from where you fill yourself to where he’s giving himself slow and deliberate strokes.

“Look at it, you could have been inside me weeks ago, but you wanted to fuck around.”

“I’m sorry,” he grunts, his thumb grazing just right and making his head fall back for a moment.

“Don’t be sorry, be better. Listen to my rhythm, fuck yourself in time with it, don’t cum until I say so.”

“Shit, okay, fuck.” He stops, his eyes locked on your pussy, gets the tempo and starts back up again. You give it a few moments before you pick up speed.

“Fuck Scott, you always look so good in your suits. Always wanted you to take me right here, over your desk, blinds open so everyone could see.” Your mouth is running away with you, but you can’t help it. You’ve finally gotten some of the attention you wanted from him and you’re going to get him addicted to what you know you can do to him.

“S’that right?” He groans, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That pretty pussy just needed me to fill her up? Stretch her out? Send her outta here aching and sore?”

“Fuck yeah,” you breathe, your thighs starting to tremble. Your grab a breast, knead it in your hand and tug on your nipple. “Just wanted you to fill me up so I could feel it leak out.”

Your toes start to tingle, and he’s sweating so hard it starting to dot stains through his button up. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To fill me up and see me round with your babies?”

He lets out an inhuman grunt, an unexpected orgasm painting white streaks across his slacks.

You fuck yourself faster, harder, pounding into your own g-spot until your eyes roll back and your breath stutters in your chest.

You’re both left panting, the room suddenly reeking of bodily fluids. You let out a chuckle, standing on shaky legs and leaning over Scott’s desk to brush your two still wet fingers against his bottom lip.

His tongue traces after it and you watch his eyes close and his cock twitch when he tastes you for the first time. You pull your skirt down, make sure your hair is presentable and button up your blouse.

“I’ll be at my desk if you need anything else, Mr. Huffman.” You shut the door after you, allowing him the privacy to clean himself up.

Scott keeps an extra suit on hand just in case he spills coffee on himself and after he gets changed he opens the blinds back up and watches silently as you tap away at your keyboard. No doubt finding ways to make his life and his job easier.

He slides the top drawer of his desk open, a ring box with a silver band and a brilliant diamond sits inside. He’s going to have you, he can feel his heart stutter and restart its beats in the rhythm of your name.

Yeah, he’s going to catch you and keep you. Even if he has to call in a favor with that ex-military IT guy a few floors up.

Y'all ever look at a man and think "....yeah, he's into mutual masturbation..."

#scott huffman #scott huffman x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #dark fic #dark scott huffman #dark reader

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1000night · 2 years ago

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DILF HP AU

Ravenclaw time!!!

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

<Previous Part

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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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years ago

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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.

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nocturne-pisces · 3 years ago

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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.”

#scott huffman #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan imagine #dark!bucky barnes #dark!Scotthuffmanxreader #dark fic #the last full measure #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes drabble #scott huffman x reader #dark!scott huffman x reader

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jessybarnes · 3 years ago

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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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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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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.

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jbreenr · 3 years ago

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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*.

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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.

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georgiapeach30513 · 11 months ago

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Two Good Reasons, Part 2

Summary: The truth comes out

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, mention of fertility issues, depictions of depression, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4K

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Your leg bounces up and down when you look at your phone. You are late. And knowing Scott, he’s going to use this against you. You rarely went out. But this…

You look down at your clothes. His clothes. What else were you supposed to do but grab his button up, and some sweats. It still smelled like him, and you’re swooning. You can still feel him in your body. On your body. He didn’t just fuck you, he made sure to implant his entire soul in you, and it leaves you longing for more. Things with Andy have always been good enough for one time.

It was beautiful, and perfect, and just like how you would imagine seeing him again. But you can’t want him. Your life is a mess, and you can’t bring him into it. You give a nod to the Uber driver as you get out of the vehicle. Your heeled shoes oddly matched with his clothes, and make too much noise as you walk up the front steps.

Walking into the house, you’re met with Scott glaring at you. You don’t answer. You want to see your babies. But he makes a show out of looking at his watch. “You’re over an hour late.”

“Sorry, I ruined your Sunday morning, Scott.”

“And what the hell are you wearing?” His hand gestures down your body, and you feel your cheeks flare up in anger more than embarrassment. Like he had any room to talk. He smirks. Reaching across the counter to slide your wallet towards you. “The District Attorney dropped this off for you. Guess I know whose clothes you’re wearing. My god. How can you be so fucking stupid?”

“I’m stupid? How’s Taylor? Your twenty-three year old fiancé? She’s just waiting for the damn divorce to be finalized, huh?” He hates when you bring up the engagement, or her age. Hell, everyone could tell she was young. Most thought she was younger than twenty-three.

Scott takes a deep breath. His fingers tap on the counter. “If you give us the house, I won’t fight you for full custody.”

Your eyes immediately well with furious tears as you stare at the man that you loved so much. You gave up everything to give him the family and home he wanted. The only thing you couldn’t give him anymore was children. Taylor could. He made sure of it. Plus her boobs weren’t droopy from breastfeeding. Her hips weren’t wider from bearing children. Her hair wasn’t thinner because you gave to your babies.

“Why are you always crying? My god, we’ve been over this. You’re getting alimony. Why do you need this house?”

“Why do you?” you counter immediately.

He sighs, shaking his head, “Because we’re going to have a family. You’re — not.”

“You son of a bitch. You're bargaining my kids for this ugly house? You think you have a leg to stand on for full custody?” This is the thing that infuriates you most about Scott. He was a good father, but now that the veil has been removed, you see that his children were more of a show for him. Something to talk about at meetings. Brag about when Audrey got into the best Pre-K in the city. Not because he actually enjoyed them. That was you.

“I have a career. You have…”

“I was your wife, and their mom, nurse, teacher, friend, entertainment, cook, maid,” you would do it all again to spend time with them. Them. It pains you knowing that Suede is at a center, when with Audrey you spent every waking minute with her.

“Yeah, I get it. You did all that for me, but that still doesn’t mean anything. I paid for this house. I’m the one that makes the money.”

“Get out,” you answer blankly. Don’t argue with him outside of the courtroom. That’s what your cheap lawyer told you. Don’t give him ammunition to take your children away. He wanted you to stay at home. He wanted you to not use your college degree. He wanted you to give everything for the family.

“We’re not finished. I am trying to negotiate things with you. Especially since you’re running around sleeping with the DA. You think that’s going to actually help your case? Seriously?” Of all the things to say, this was the worst. To think he thought so little of you that you would sleep with someone that could leverage the case. He’s an ass. But he also knows about your Andy. Too bad, he didn’t realize they were the same person.

“Andy is not just the DA,” Scott looks over your features, and your mouth turns up into a smile. Is he really lecturing you about sleeping around? At least you chose someone that was more than a tight body and big tits. You chose someone you loved, could see a future with. And you were pushing him away, “Andy is an old friend.”

“You bitch,” you shrug, starting to walk backwards towards your children who should be taking a nap. “Are you fucking kidding me. That’s — you — don’t tell me you fucked him so…”

“Mommy!” You shoot him a glare as Audrey comes running down the hallway. Jumping into your arms, and you hug her so tightly. “You smell nice,” you hope Scott hears her. You weren’t into playing games where your children are concerned, but you hope he feels even a tiny prick of the pain you felt when you found him fucking Taylor in your bed. “Me and Suedey missed you.”

“I missed you, too, baby. You want to go get Suede, so you guys can tell daddy, bye?” She furrows her brows, while she looks at you confused. “Baby what is it?”

“It’s nothing. Audrey, go get Suede,” he gives her a little wink, and you place her back on the floor, and turn to look at him. “It’s nothing.”

“If that woman was in my house again, so help me God, Scott,” it’s the one thing you hated. Her being here. Of course you didn’t want them at her apartment either, and neither did Taylor. It was too small and they caused a mess, which is why overnight stays with their dad were few and far between.

“She doesn’t like being alone.”

“And the agreement was for her to not be in my dwellings. This is my dwelling.”

“And it should be ours! You don’t even want it. You hate it here. You’re just doing this because you don’t want Taylor and I to have it.”

“I’m doing this? Who is the one that said you won’t go for full custody if I give you the house? Taylor put you up to that?” Scott stops his retort as a swollen eyed Suede comes waddling into the room, and you lift him up. “Why is he snotty? I was gone one night, why is he snotty?” You hate being that mom, but with Suede, you have to be careful.

“He petted Trixie,” you look up at Scott dumbfounded. “It was just for a little bit and then…”

“Audrey,” Scott warns, and you want to throw things at him, and scream. She did nothing wrong. She is the child, and he is the adult. “Come give me a hug. I need to finish talking to your mom," you let your chubby toddler waddle off to his daddy. And Audrey gives you a lingering look before grabbing her brother’s hand. Apologizing as she drags him to the play room.

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“He’s allergic to cats.”

“I gave him a Benadryl. He’ll be fine.”

You hate him. It isn’t much to ask for Taylor not to be here. And for her not to bring her fucking cat. “And what happens if she feeds him something with eggs?” Scott looks at the counter, and you wonder if he ever regrets getting involved with her. He’s the type of man that will force something to work. Because you didn’t stand for cheating, so he didn’t have another option.

“What happens if she gives him walnuts? Or milk? Or…?”

“Or gives him shell fish? Or strawberries? Or pineapples? Or whatever made up bullshit you have for him. She’s a kid and doesn’t know how bad his allergies are.”

You stare at him, and let him think about his fucking words. Seething because he sure knows how to piss you off. This was a good day. You stared at Andy’s sleeping body for too long before you tiptoed around his bedroom. Having sex so many times exhausted him now. “You’re right, she’s a kid. And had no business being with you. But our son’s health is not made up. I held his body when the nurse pricked his skin forty times, and he was wailing in my arms, and not understanding why his mommy was forcing him to do this. Don’t tell me it’s fucking made up Scott. Get out.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Get out. Leave. I can’t even look at you. This isn’t the you I married. You would never put our children’s health at risk,” he continues to stand there. Opening his mouth a bit, but you’re tired. You’re sore. And all you want is to play with your children. “I don’t need you to ask me if I’m going to use this against you. Yes, when it comes to my children’s lives and their safety, you’re damn straight I will make sure my children are alive to see another day, and not because some tramp thinks Seude’s allergies aren’t that fucking serious. Get. Out.”

He bites his lip before spinning on his heels quickly. You watch him walk out of your house, and life again. Sniffling when you lock the door. You take a few deep breaths before you have to put on your mommy shoes. It isn’t easy being a mother. Especially a single mother. It’s not easy seeing the man that you built a life with walk away so callously. To see him building a life with someone younger. Someone who can give him what he wants.

Someone who didn’t spend months and months on fertility treatments that made her feel like her skin was crawling. Like her mind was shattered. Having to schedule sex, and hope and pray that it will work. All the useless damn pregnancy tests that were always negative. Stressed, and trying to be what he wanted, only to find him fucking the babysitter, while your children slept in the next room. And it was your fault you caught them, you got back home early.

Scott didn’t even begin to understand stress. He could never understand the ups and downs your mental state went through just trying to give him what he wanted. You had Audrey and Suede. One of each, you weren’t greedy. But everything you ever did was always for him. Put on a smile when you’re hurting so bad internally. Smiling to the neighbors because everything was perfect. And you had a perfect home, and inside you were screaming because that wasn’t happiness.

The only happiness you currently have is your kids. They’re enough. They’re the reason you wake up every morning, and take them to the nursery school. They’re the reason that you get excited that Audrey wears a little uniform now that she’s in Pre-K. They put a smile on your face everyday. And those hard days when they test your every patience, and you are the one that has to be the positive one and get them in the bed, but who takes care of you?

You wanted a family and a partner. Someone that would team up with you, and take some of this load off. Someone that could entertain the kids, while you had one hour to yourself, just so you can take a bath and read. You wanted someone you could trust to be around your kids, and you’re wondering where things went wrong with Scott. Yeah, you’re sure he was stressed, but what about your stress? You’re the one who didn’t even enjoy sex anymore because it was a chore. And you did it for him.

Gods, Andy wasn’t a chore. Minus the ache in your core, that you know is going to be there for awhile. Bruised, raw, stiff, sore, and stretched. He fucked you, and fucked you so hard and deep. But then — later in the night, he kissed you. He kissed you so hard that your body prepared for him in seconds. You craved him. But he didn’t fuck you. He pushed into your warmth so slow that you knew he was making sure your body memorized him. That wasn’t fucking. That was claiming. It was euphoric. It was making love, and hoping that his body can make you change your mind. He still wants you.

That is what you want with sex. Not to just lay there, and let them take what you want, while you count the cobwebs on the ceiling. But Andy didn’t deserve whatever is going on between you and Scott. Andy deserves the world. He always has.

It isn’t anything, really. Just the average separation, and fighting for custody that Scott didn’t deserve. But you want to be divorced. You want these conversations to be done with. You want him to man up, and just be the part time dad. It’s what he was anyways. But you made it clear that Andy had you for one night. And even now saying it out loud, you hate yourself. But it’s the right thing to do. Because had Andy been present for this, his usual calm and collected demeanor would have been tested.

“What are you two doing?” You jump around the door, and both kids squeal. Suede gives a few strides before he’s crashing into your legs. “Bubba, I think you’re going to have to get your nose cleaned out at bathtime.”

“Nope. Me pay Sis,” he hates getting his nose cleaned out, and you hate that he has done it enough to know what you’re talking about.

“Mommy, I didn’t mean to get daddy in trouble.”

“Shh,” you sit on the floor, and pull her close to you. Kissing on top of her head, and she fumbles around with her little figurines. “The important thing is you told mommy that Suede was around something that can make him sick. That’s called being a good big sister, okay?”

“You promise?”

“I do,” and you curse Scott for making her worry about a grown man. It was something Scott wouldn’t have told you. Bending the truth because Suede was fine. Audrey, your strong sweet girl, knew it was wrong, and knew it could make her brother sick.

“Can we go to soft play tonight?” You look at her confused. Scott said that he was going to take them there with Taylor. Since she was supposed to be here. “Daddy said that they were closed. Do you think they’re closed today?”

“No, baby. They’re not today,” you always had to go with Scott’s lies. Taylor never wanted to do ‘baby things’. You wondered how that was going to work when she had children of her own. “You think mommy can take a shower with the door open and you and Suede not get into trouble?”

“Can we get ice cream, too?” She gives you a devilish grin, and you nod your head with a smile. “Are you going to use your bathroom?”

“No, I’ll use yours. That way I can still hear you, if you need me,” Audrey isn’t dumb. She knows you’re lying. In reality you couldn’t use yours and Scott’s bathroom anymore. It had the beautiful tub that was part of the reason you and him decided on this house. You couldn’t even sleep in your bed. Not after they defiled it.

You knew that was the real reason, and still you made excuses as to why you slept on the couch. Your favorite was to make sure nobody came through the front door. Whatever lie helped you sleep at night. Maybe you should just give Scott the house. But it’s the principle of the matter that he used your children as leverage. You want him to pay, and you want him to be their father, you want them to have a good relationship with him and Taylor, and you want things to not be so fucking difficult. You never get what you want.

You remember the most beautiful parts of your marriage. Audrey in a world of her own, while Suede goes from watching her to rolling his cars around. They were your sanity. Your saving grace, and the only reasons you’ve survived thus far. Your thumb trails over your naked ring finger. You didn’t realize you would miss it so much. But was it the ring you missed or the husband you had? You can’t even think of Scott in the same way as before. He sullied your relationship and has proven too often that Taylor is more important than your everything’s.

“So,” Sloane says as Andy walks past you and into Ransom’s office. You didn’t question why Andy needs to meet with him. It goes with the territory and the less you know the better off you are. “Big dick daddy doesn’t pay you any mind anymore?”

You choke on your coffee as you glance up at her. How the hell would she know about Andy’s dick or your involvement? “I mean, the man prances around the courthouse like he’s got a dick made out of lead. Acts like he owns the whole court system. And for a while, he always made a point to ask you for coffee, or dinner, or brought you pastries. What did you do?”

“Nothing,” you go back to your work. Sloane could be a nosy woman. Always digging for more information. And even now, she’s eyeing you like you’ve done something wrong.

“You when I think that things changed?”

“Nope,” you sigh, but she sure is going to tell you. Andy respected your wishes for just one night. But you hoped that he wouldn’t. And you know you’re acting silly. There was this part that is bigger than you really want to admit that hoped he wouldn’t give up on you. Because maybe once things are settled with Scott you might consider it.

“It might have something to do with his celebration of another year as District Attorney, and the two of you not so casually leave together. You kinda forgot your car here,” your fingers freeze, and you look up at her curiously. “You two left out the door together, and your car was here? Seriously?”

“I had a flat tire.”

“No, you didn’t,” there isn’t another way you can lie, so you just sit at your desk, staring at her. “So how was it? I’m assuming that you had sex. You’ve got kids, you’re not a virgin. So why not? Is he as big as people think?”

“People talk about his dick size?”

“Not just talk about his dick size, but have tried to break his impenetrable force field of his private life. And you come in here, and everyone is envious because he immediately showed interest in you. Why?” Her eyebrow cocks up, and she smiles. “Keep your secrets. Cause I know you fucked him, and I know now that he barely even looks at you. So either you told him how it was going to be, or…”

Her voice trails off as she walks away from your desk, “Or what?” That sounds ominous, and you didn’t want an or. You want to know that Andy doesn’t hate you. But what could make him hate you that much? The only thing would be, “Scott…”

—

“Stop moping,” Ransom rolls his eyes, but Andy is so far lost in thought it annoys Ransom. “You’ve been like this for a couple of weeks,” Andy ignores Ransom, stirring his coffee. “What’s wrong, your highness?”

“Your office manager.”

“Was the sex that bad?” Andy looks up at him confused. Scrunching up his brows, while he wonders when Ransom thinks he had sex with you. “You two weren’t subtle. She was all giggly, and you were dragging her out the door. Liquid courage I guess. Not to mention, Sloane said that her car was here once everyone left. Office hookups are severely frowned upon, but you needed laid. But I guess…it was bad.”

Andy shakes his head no. “And we had agreed on sex while she was sober,” you were sober. And cute. And flirty. And Andy was not going to miss an opportunity. Until he found out you are married.

“How romantic. Now, since the sex was good, let’s get to work.”

“She told me that I could only have her one night. We have a bit of a history, you see,” Ransom rolls his eyes, twirling his hand and motioning Andy to speed up the conversation. He didn’t care what kind of history you had. He just wants the conversation to end so he can get down to business. “She’s married.”

Ransom shakes his head no, and leans to reach in a bottom drawer of his desk. Grabbing up a file folder, he drops it on the desk in front of Andy, and he pulls it towards him. Opening up the folder, he reads through it, and looks at Ransom, holding his breath. “Yeah, that’s a petition for full custody of her kids from her wonderful estranged husband, Scott Huffman. Her working here wasn’t just because she needed a job. She actually went to college to be…”

“A CPA. I’m aware. We have a history.”

“And didn’t know about her legal separation?” Ransom is annoyed. Ransom hates getting off track. There is a schedule, and Andy isn’t sticking to it. “Her lawyer is one of the cheapest ones. She needs new representation, and for some godforsaken reason, I pity her. Scott doesn’t need his kids full time. He’s got him some blonde that’s too young for him, but he’s got the money. She was a stay at home mom, and she deserves her kids, so I’m trying to make that happen. And no, you cannot intervene. You actually met him didn’t you? Scott?”

“I’ve met him in court a few times.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Don’t get involved. She’s not married. Well, she’s legally separated. So if that’s what the issue is, get over it,” Ransom is sometimes way to blunt, but it’s the reason Andy admires him. His pension for being a spoiled brat helped him be a better ADA. “That fucker is still calling her his wife isn’t he?”

“Yeah. Men like him love to show that they still own her. Using her kids against her, no doubt. But,” Andy holds his hands up in surrender. He knows Ransom can see right through him concerning this situation. “I won’t interfere.”

“Was her pussy that good?”

“It was always that good, but it was never about the sex,” he meets his eyes before he closes the folder, and extends it to Ransom. He misjudged the situation. And then he probably has been making you feel like a wet hole by ignoring you these past couple of weeks. “God, I'm an idiot.”

”Yeah, now if you can stop ignoring her, and go back to your obvious shameless flirting. It sounds like the two of you, if you want a future, need to fucking talk. Just like we’re supposed to be doing.”

Ransom is right. About a lot of things. He pushes the urgent need to talk to you aside. He wants to apologize for ignoring you, and even the horrible things he thought. He wants to understand what really happened in your marriage, if you want to talk. He wants to let you know that you have a friend in him. Not just a sexual need. He cares about you. And knowing that a ruthless man is trying to get full custody of your children, sickens him. Scott worked too many hours to ever need those children.

But mostly, he wants to know the new you. The one you kept hidden, and the one that grew up and created a new life. He wants to know that you are okay. And that you have someone with a steady head to lean on. He wants you. He always has. And he’ll be whatever you need. If you’ll let him.

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