#scott huffman x reader

[estrellacercadelvolcan]

This is so adorable and I loved every second of this. Words can go such a long way and for her to leave him little notes but even more important, the way he treasures them 😍

The fact that he stores them everywhere so he can read them in every situation makes me so soft. But now I'm asking myself these questions: How did he react when he found the very first note? Where and when was that? And when did they become such an important part in his everyday life?

My absolute favorite part is the ending. Him getting sad over the fact that she asked if she should stop writing the notes, shows exactly how much they mean to him. And the reason behind that 💗

Zombie, thank you so much for writing and sharing this with us. It definitely made me smile today. I wish you an absolutely awesome day/night!💜

Scott keeps every love note you ever wrote for him, storing them all over the place where he can find them later when he needs them.

Days at the office can be such a drain on him. But when he pulls out his wallet and reads one of your notes, he feels better.

Traffic is almost always rage inducing. But when he wants to flip off the other drivers and slam the horn, he reaches for the glove box instead. Reading your heart filled note makes him smile and the traffic doesn't seem so bad.

You once asked if you should stop writing the notes and you chuckled at how quickly his face turned sad, desperate even. He's not allowed to spend nearly as much time with you as he wants so those notes are his lifeline. No, it's not enough that you're married. He lives for the reminders that you love him. That you chose him. That you think he's worthy of you.

[navybrat817]

Disturbia AU

Welcome to The Haven! Home is where your story begins and what better place to live than paradise? Experience the epitome of luxury and make your dreams a reality. You're going to love it so much that you won't remember what life was like outside of your new neighborhood. 

We'll make sure of it. 

Pairings: Various men with female readers. ❤️

AU Summary: You have a beautiful home and a loving partner. So, why does it feel like something is wrong with your neighborhood?

AU Warnings: Dark themes, creepy vibes, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, angst, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), more to be added.

A/N: Welcome to my dark AU with forced housewives. I hope you all enjoy this AU and the various pairings. Please heed the warnings before each post and I will update as time allows. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky x Plum

A Plum a Day

Steve x Cherry

Sweet as Cherry Pie

Nick x Ginger

It's a Ginger Thing

Andy x Ruby

As Red as a Ruby

Scott x Rose

Fall Like a Rose Petal

[georgiapeach30513]

Two Good Reasons Masterlist

They should be enough to make him stay. But they weren’t. You should have been all he needed. But you weren’t. He left. And he left for someone who was the complete opposite of you, but the thing that stung the most was her age. You hate her. You hate him. You have to change course, and that includes a new job. And him. Andy was everything. But can he still be everything. You’re used and have baggage now. And he’s perfect. And you’re you. And they are yours.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

A/N: this story is going to have themes of divorce, cheating, ageism, child neglect, first love, rekindling love, jealousy, and more. Please read all warnings before each part. Minors DNI.

[buckybuckyboo]

Fans of Sebastian Stan

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[nocturne-pisces]

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..."

[1000night]

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]

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 🥹

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

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.

[nocturne-pisces]

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.”

—

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.”

[jessybarnes]

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.”

[jbreenr]

Perfect Gift

Pairing: CEO!Scott Huffman × Reader

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

Word count: 1,237

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

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

ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ

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

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

And still, that was not the problem.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” Confusion all over the question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[navybrat817]

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.

[georgiapeach30513]

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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Lawyers and the ponytail

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

Andy Barber

He adores your ponytail, always stared at it.

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

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

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

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

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

And he knew he was screwed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never changed when she came into my life."

Mike Weiss

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

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

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

His Adam's apple was babbling.

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

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

Scott Huffman

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

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

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

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

[goaskbarnes]

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

Forgotten Birthdays

Pairing: Scott Huffman x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[branded-witha-j]

This IT guy? THIS IT GUY?!?

You veered hard right and now all I can think about is being bounced between those two like Night at the Roxbury.

They even put on matching ties to take you to Paris. I hear it's lovely this time of year.

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

[eurynome827]

A Good President

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles - Clean Up The Archive Challenge!

With this guy:

No Warnings, but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

"You know what?" You sit up a little on the couch, and poke Scott's cheek. "I bet you'd make a good President."

His response is a short laugh. "You don't like how much I have to work now, you want me to be President?"

"Well, don't you have lots of people to do the work for you? And you'd just be like a figurehead?" You're teasing, and he knows it by the sparkle in your eye.

"I think I'm quite satisfied with my current position in government, babe." He stands and puts his suit jacket on, checking his briefcase to make sure he hasn't left anything in his home office.

"Well I think you'd be a great candidate. Handsome, you'd look amazing on camera, gorgeous in a suit," you straighten his tie, giggling at the pink dusting his cheeks.

"At least I know I'd have your vote." Scott kisses you goodbye, maybe a touch longer than usual, and heads toward the door before turning back to you. "For what it's worth - I bet you'd make a stunning First Lady."