#scott huffman smut

[littlelioncub43]

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

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Ravenclaw

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

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

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

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

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

Always make them so hard.

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

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

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

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

“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

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

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[needmorereading]

This was so 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Great job! 👏👏❤️❤️

To the last ask has me thinking that Scott definitely has a housewife kink. Like the whole idea of coming home to a delicious dinner and his favourite "desert" 😉. Has him speeding back home. Thank you anon. Now im going to think about this the whole day.

It has me thinking about it, too, lovely! So much that I HAD to write this real quick. 😭

Warmed Up

Pairing: Scott Huffman x Female Reader Word Count: Over 920 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, talk of oral sex (f receiving), housewife kink, teasing, Scott Huffman being a sexy beast. Also an AU (HE IS MARRIED TO YOU)

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Scott worked hard to get where he was today. He saw how his mother struggled at times over the years, but always kept her head up. She never let it show how much it hurt to do it alone, but he knew. He vowed never to be like this father, the bastard who left when was five years old and never looked back. He also vowed when he found the one he loved that they would never have to stress or worry the way his mother had to in silence.

One of the things he loved about you right away was how you challenged him. You were smart and knew just when to push. The banter kept him on his toes. But you were also so thoughtful and loving. It was easy to picture you in his home, smiling as you sat with him for a nice homecooked meal. 

The further in love he fell with you, the stronger the urge to take care of you grew. It worried you in the beginning because you wanted to contribute as much as he did. You didn’t want to feel like a “freeloader”. He swore he made more than enough to provide for both of you. And if down the road the two of you have kids, he would feel more at ease knowing that someone would always be there for them.

You negotiated with him. A part-time, work from home job to give you something to break up your day. “Play money” is what you called it. He agreed and appreciated your grit. If anything, he admired you more for working, keeping the house clean and cooking. 

But, fuck, if he didn’t get hard some days walking in the door and seeing you set the table with a smile. Or wiping down the counter in the kitchen as you hummed to yourself. You barely got a word out those days before he had you bent over the nearest surface. You started wearing dresses and skirts after the first couple of trysts. Easier access. 

And something about digging his wedding ring into your skin as he fucked you senselessly made him even harder. A never-ending symbol of the love and vow the two of you made together. It showed that he was yours and the beautiful ring on your finger showed that you were his. Always his.

“Hey, babe,” he smiled into the phone, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the car in front of him. Why wasn’t he driving faster? He had to get home to you.

“Hi,” you smiled back. “On your way?”

“Yeah, if this asshole in front of me actually knew how to drive.”

Your giggle soothed him as his grip on the phone loosened a bit. “You’ll be home before you know it. And I hope you’re hungry because I made your favorite.”

His mouth watered as he sighed. Your cooking was otherworldly. He had no idea how you took simple recipes and made them so wonderful, but you amazed him each time. “I can’t wait.”

“I’m also wearing your favorite dress,” you added.

His grip suddenly tightened again when he heard the softness of your tone. And now all he could think about was that dress clinging to your every curve. “Don’t tease me.”

“And that new lingerie set you bought me. It matches perfectly. Are you going to tear it off or will you keep this one in tact?”

Scott’s eyes slipped shut, but only for a moment. He had to concentrate on the road. He loved and hated lingerie. It looked beautiful on you, but it always hid his prize. The only things that should touch you were his hands, mouth and cock. “Sweetheart…”

He heard the sharp inhale on the other end. It was always “babe”... except when you pushed. Then it was “sweetheart”. And you knew that. “But, Scott… I thought it would be the perfect dessert.”

He swore as he honked his horn, trying to get the fucker in front of him to move. “Tell me about my dessert.”

“It’s warm…” you began and he could picture you opening your legs as you said it. “And sweet… It’s going to make your mouth water.”

He licked his lips, wondering if those new panties were soaked. He loved how wet you got for him. “And what if I want that first? Something sweet to coat my tongue?”

He wasn’t one of those men who refused to please his significant other. You did work hard and getting his fill of you was just one way he showed that he appreciated you. Spreading you out like a feast as his tongue lapped at your folds and tight hole was the stuff dreams were made of.  He was addicted to your taste. And your cries. 

“You may just skip dinner completely. My dessert is that good.”

He groaned as the car finally, fucking finally, sped up. “I’m pretty fucking hungry, babe. I don’t think I can have just one serving if I’m skipping my meal.”

He licked his lip again when you moaned. “That’s the beauty of this particular dessert. It’s yours and you can eat however much you want.”

“I want you on the table. Right where I sit. Legs over the edge,” he ordered as he turned. Thank fuck he was almost home. He was straining in his pants. “And hike your dress up. I want the perfect view when I sit down.”

“Yes, Mr. Huffman. And don’t worry. I’ll keep it warmed up for you.”

[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.

[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.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2021, Day 13: Marking

Summary:  Scott wants everyone to know who you belong to

Pairings:  Scott Huffman X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, humiliation kink, marking, cum marking, office sex, a bit of degradation, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, oral sex (male receiving), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  530

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“Mr. Huffman,” you call walking in his office.  He gives you a kind smile, waving you in despite the fact that he has someone sitting on the opposite side of his desk.  “I brought your files you asked for.”

“Thanks,” you walk over to him handing him the files.  “Oh, wait.  You got something...” his fingers scratch off something off your jaw.  “Did you go to the beach and get some sun?” he peels off the translucent piece.  “Looks like your skin is peeling.”

Your cheeks heat up in humiliation when you look at him.  “Uh, yeah.”

“Doesn’t look like you got much sun, but your skin can peel,” Carlton Stanton laughs.

“I’m sorry.  I’ve got to go,” you run out of his office.  You can’t do this anymore.  He gets too much of a kick out of this.

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Scott’s body pounds you from behind.  His hips rock into and you bite your lip to stifle all the sounds you want to escape your swollen lips.  His hand presses your head into the now heated wood.  “Fuck.  Why do you always have to wear these dresses.  You know what it does to me,” his hand grips firmly to your hip, the other holding your head slides down to your ass to give it another smack.  It stings and feels amazing all at the same time.

His fingers hold you even tighter.  “Love seeing those bruises on you, honey.  All your marks, they’re hiding for everyone to see.  Gotta change that.”

It’s not that you don’t enjoy the marks that he leaves on your body, you just enjoy keeping them hidden from everyone, “Scott...” you beg.

“No.  You’re mine.  Fucking mine, and I want everyone to know,” he issues another swat at your ass making you keen from the sensation.  “Could make you scream, then they’d know.”

“Please, no.”

“You get off on it.  Get off on us being discovered.  You love me claiming you.  Gonna have my cum drip down these.  Perfect.  Thighs.”

With the staccato thrusts he stabs into you, you feel that coil wind tight in your stomach, needing him to keep going with his pace.  “Don’t stop.”

“Knew it.  My little office slut.  Better hurry, Stanton’s meeting is less than ten minutes.  You want him to see you bent over this desk?” your walls clench tightly to Scott when you feel your sweet release soak him.  “You would!  God, you’re perfect,” a few more thrusts into your abused cunt and you feel his seed fill you up.  He spins you around, and pushes your body to the floor.  Wiping the excess thick cream on your jaw, before he gives you a devious smile, “Clean me up.”

He pushes his cock into your mouth, and you clean him from both of your juices, with a satisfied hum.  Standing up you grab a tissue to wipe off the smeared cum, but Scott stops you.  “It dries clear.  Told you I was going to mark you for everyone to see.”

Your knees go weak, and you feel your core heat up again, “Scott, please don’t make me...”

“You’ll do it.  You’re mine.  Nobody will know.  It’ll be our little secret.”

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Taglist:  @thedarkplume​ @johndeaconshands​ @xoxabs88xox​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @duuhrayliegh​ @rebekahdawkins​ @autumnrose40​ @terry2227​

[oliviastan17]

Sebastian + leather...I'll let your dirty mind come up with the rest 🔥

IG @sebby_baby_13

[aesthetical-bucky]

Try

Pairing: Scott Huffman x reader

Summary: you and Scott try to extend your little family.

Warnings: Tiny amount of smut but nothing seriously detailed, fluff

Authors Notes: this is written for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I decided to use Scott for this prompt 💕

It was only when you and your husband Scott recently celebrated Luke’s 6th birthday did you realise how much you missed having a baby in the house. And it didn’t help when Scott came across a box of baby grows that were stored in the attic.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean with work and you know, we’re not exactly young anymore.” You said in the middle of night as your head laid on top of Scott’s sweaty chest. His fingertips graze your warm skin.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than to have another baby with my wife.” Scott said with a kiss to your forehead. “I know Luke wants a brother or sister since it’s on his Christmas list for Santa every year.” He chuckles. “And, as for the old comment? I can still get it up huh.” He grins and rolls you over onto your back before rolling on top of you.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. Scott wedges himself between your legs, sliding in with such ease from your previous orgasms he gave you since you’ve been in bed.

“I love you too.” Simultaneously releasing a long, breathy moan.

Hoping this time round, a new baby will soon begin to grow in your belly.

Taglist: @jobean12-blog @nano--raptor @marvelgirl7 @godofplumsandthunder @criminal-cookies @the-wayward-robot @hailmary-yramliah @becs-bunker @evanstanwrites @littleredstarfish

[reelovesbuckybarnes]

Imagine a brilliant fanfiction writer on here writing a scott Huffman x reader smut fanfic about him running for vice president but what the people don't know is that he is having a secret relationship with a reader whose a college student (early 20s, scott is late 30s) and decides to make a little sex tape and then she says that if that tape comes out Scott's dreams of becoming a vice president will be destroyed so mmmm he better hide that tape 😛.

That will be a great idea for a scott Huffman x reader fanfic.

[kikokeya]

Masterlists

Last updated: 5/7/23

Warnings/Levels of Content :

Smut

Smutty Fluff

Fluffy Smut

Fluff

Thriller

Marvel Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

It's been a Long, Long Time | Bucky comes home from the war and finds that Y/N has feelings for him Lucky Wednesday | You fell for Bucky Barnes as he dined in the restaurant you work at - Izzy's. You decide to call him up to ask him out on a date as it leads to everything you've ever imagined it to be and more.

Actors Masterlist

Sebastian Stan

Special Day Awaiting | It’s yours and Sebastian’s wedding anniversary.

Christmas Masterlist

Jefferson (OUAT)

The Wondrous Ways of the Mad Hatter | Jefferson comes to your rescue with his hat and takes you to his cottage in the Enchanted Forest where the both of you spend Christmas in his cottage.

Steve Kemp

Just Another Christmas Morning | Steve attempts to cook a Christmas breakfast for you but all goes wrong when you walk in on him slicing meat from a human thigh as he has other plans for you to make sure you don't out him.

Ransom Drysdale

I've Got My Eyes On You | Ransom's always been a tease when it comes to you, but when he stumbles upon your journal, he starts to get an idea of what to do on Christmas night as a Christmas mystery ensues.

Lloyd Hansen

Submit and Obey | You wake up for Christmas and realise that you're in a different house. You're greeted by Lloyd Hansen as he coerces you into complying with him.

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

The Neighbour Above | It's been a year ago since your dog passed on. However, as you were making dinner for yourself you heard scratches on your apartment door and are greeted by a small puppy in sight and the handsome face of your neighbour, Hayden.

Lee Bodecker

Horror Awaits Where Love Springs | You and Lee rent a cabin in the woods thinking it would be a good time for both of you to spend Christmas together. However, little do both of you know there's a dead body waiting in the living room.

Ryan Ackerman Steve Rogers Jake Jensen Chris Evans Frank Adler Nick Vaughan Chase Collins Sebastian Stan Ari Levinson Chris Beck Mickey (Monday) Carter Baizen Frank (Endings Beginnings) Bucky Barnes Colin Shea Scott Huffman Johnny Storm Nick Fowler

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Lloyd Hansen

Innocent Puppy | You've consistently been Lloyd Hansen's employee of the month, and might just be promoted to secretary. Submit and Obey | You wake up for Christmas and realise that you're in a different house. You're greeted by Lloyd Hansen as he coerces you into complying with him.

[jbreenr]

Oooh, boy. This is everything I want in life. 🥵🥵

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

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

Easy Access

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

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

You loved it most when he was buried inside you.

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

Every orgasm he gave you was worth it.

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

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

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

Oh, you were in for it.

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

"Is there a problem, Mr. Huffman?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good girl," he praised.

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

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

"You come when I tell you to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, fuck.

[hiddlestan-with-a-dream]

Request time: Scott Huffman and Andy Barber

Either smut or fluff! ☺️

Scott Huffman x Andy Barber

(Christmas Fluff)

—Merry Christmas, Sunshine—

—Scott’s POV—

I smiled as I watched out the window to the backyard of Andy’s home. Jacob was dramatically acting out his death as Luke threw a snowball at his chest. I had gotten lucky when I met Andy, he was focused, kind, caring, and best of all...he was single. Four years later, my son and I are spending our third Christmas in a row, with Andy and Jacob. Luke had clung to Jacob almost instantly, always glued to his side like a loyal puppy, so you can imagine his excitement when I told him we were moving in. It was nice to see him so happy, after the divorce and custody battle were over, he had lost all of his light, I was glad to see Jacob treat him so well, like he had always been his brother.

I jumped as I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder and squeeze lightly. “Is everything alright, Sunshine? You’ve been staring into space for fifteen minutes.” Andy’s voice was soft as silk, full of love, and concern. “I’m alright, Doll. Just watching Jacob put on a full stage production of his death, via snowball.” I turn and smile at him, wrapping my arms around his waist , and nuzzling myself close to his chest. I yelped as he swiftly picked me up, carrying me out to the living room. He sat me down, gesturing for me to sit with him, in front of the fireplace.

He smiled brightly as I sat, leg bouncing ever so slightly. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Why are you being so jittery? You seem nervous.” Andy reassured me with a grin and an eager nod of his head. “I had one more present I wanted to give you, but I wanted to wait until we were alone.” I raise a brow and giggle, as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. He reaches under the tree and pulls out a small gift, hidden beneath the tree skirt. The gift fit snugly in the palm of his hand as he slowly unwrapped it. “I thought this gift was for me?” Andy chuckled and rolled his eyes. “It is, but I want it to be a surprise!”

I shake my head with a huff of laughter, losing focus on the gift in his hands. I hadn’t even realized what was happening until he propped himself up on one knee, and took my hand in his. “Scott Huffman, you are the light of my life. Every second I spend with you, my life gets better, you are my everything. I have wanted to do this since our first Christmas, but every year, I was too scared you’d say no. Jacob and I, have talked about this for months, he even helped me find the perfect ring.” A gasp left my mouth as he pulled out a black velvet box, tears flowing down my face as he opened it to reveal a silver band with yellow diamonds embedded around it. “Scotty...you are the only person I will ever want, or need, in this lifetime. You and Luke, you two mean the world to me, and I never want to spend a day without you. Scott Huffman—“ He looked into my eyes, with a warm smile. “—Will you marry me?”

I nod, sobbing as he puts the ring on my finger. I launch myself forward, hugging him tightly, my tears leaving a wet spot on his shirt. Andy wraps one arm securely around my waist, the other around my shoulders, his hand, lightly petting my hair. “Me-Merry Chris-Christmas, Andy.” I managed through tears. I felt Andy pull me closer, resting my head on his shoulder, and softly placing kisses on my forehead as he rubbed my back in soothing circles. “Merry Christmas, Sunshine.” I heard him whisper, as I dozed off in his arms.

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I hope this was what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request!

[georgiapeach30513]

Pretty Little Secrets, Part 2

Summary:  Nick is struggling, and Scott is getting to you

Pairings:  Nick Gant X Reader, Scott Huffman X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, sexual content, fingering, teasing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.4K

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You walk back into your bedroom, trying to ignore what’s sitting on your bed, and walk over to the closet, sifting through the many dresses in there.

“Cherry?” Nick begins, but just like the package, you ignore him, too. “Cherry?”

Thinking about anything but the prospect of being a politicians wife. While some girls were excited to get out of the Hive, you were terrified. They had lived outside of these walls, but this was all that you had known.

“Cherry?” Nick asks again, this time, coming up behind you. His hands circling around your waist before he starts kissing on your shoulders. “Sweetheart, you ignoring me or what’s on your bed?”

His hand dips lower, sliding past your short hemline. His fingers digging into your skin, stalling before he nibbles on your heated neck.

“Nick, we shouldn’t.”

“We already have. You’re scared of the Vice President’s cock, it only seems fair that I stretch you out a bit,” you whimper out his name again, and his hand winds up your leg, playfully going under you dress, before barely touching over you cotton covered mound.

“Tell me to stop,” you shake your head no, before he palms you. You turn your head to look back at him, and he starts to pepper kisses on your lips, “You gonna let me properly feel you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. Achingly slow his hands move to the elastic of your panties before, dipping back in. Gasping when his hands finally touch your velvety and slicked up lips. Arching your back, you push your ass further into his body.

His fingers rub gently over your bundle of nerves, and you can’t help but to whisper his name again. Crying out when his finger teases around your entrance. “Have you given anybody this pussy?”

“No,” you pant up at him.

He gives you a hard kiss before letting a finger slide into you. Your breathing stutters, and his free hand grips tighter to your pliable body. “Easy, I’ve got cha,” he looks over to your bedroom door before back to you. Circling his finger around, before pulling out. Your body reacts by moving with him. Your pussy trying to capture him again, ready to suck him back into your quivering cunt.

“You like it?”

“Mhmm,” moaning desperately before his finger is sucked back in. This time starting to create a steady pace, and grunting on your skin, when you hear embarrassing squelching noises. “Nick, don’t.”

“No, no, it’s beautiful sounding. You’re getting all hot and bothered from my finger. You want me to add another? Scott and Frank will never know.”

“Okay,” he looks back at the door, watching while he puts a second finger near your entrance. When he doesn’t move fast enough, you grind down on his fingers, yelping at the extra stretch. Your head going back to rest on his shoulder, as your body rocks over him.

“There ya go. Got you moving like a pro, look at you,” his free hand twists your face to look into to full length mirror while you fuck his fingers. Watching your hips push and pull those beefy extremities out.

“You see, this pussy is so restless and needy, she’s gonna do anything to get off. Watch you. Does it feel good?” answering by nodding your head, and you push down harder. A whimper rising up your throat with just how Nick’s fingers feel.

Closing your eyes tightly while you envision how it would feel for Nick to have you properly. Echoing a constant cadence of his name. His hand pressing up against you, stimulating your clit, while you’ve got visions of what life with Nick would be like. Even when he gives you a sweet kisses, somehow, just knowing he reserves that only for you.

“What are you two doing?” Nick’s hands move out of your panties quickly, while you can only stand there, staring at these stupid dresses, when all you want is to feel him again.

“She needed help picking out a dress for her meeting with Scott,” Frank walks closer to the both of you, giving a hard look to Nick, before pressing his hand up against your forehead.

“Picking out a dress make you this hot?” his eyes glare at you, and you refuse to look at him. “Nick, go wash your hands before meeting Mr. Huffman at the door,” he gives him a nod before trotting off to do as he’s told.

Reaching around you, Frank grabs a dress. He places a hand on your shoulder before guiding you over to the bed. “We’ve talked about this.”

“But Frank…”

“You were told, that Scott didn’t want Nick around you. Hell, I have even told you, that you and Nick are getting too close. Cherry, I can’t protect you if you go against your contract.”

Your eyes are icy and distant, still unable to look at him. Bringing your fingers to your wrist, you start to give it a scratch, but even that, Frank stops.

“If you need to get off that bad, there are things Scott can do,” you snort out a fake laughter, reaching behind you for the gift. “Nick is off limits.”

“What about you?”

“That causes us to lose money. And everyone here knows who you’re crushing on, and it’s not me. That puts you and Nick at risk, is that what you want?”

With a look up at him, you sigh, shaking your head, “Need I remind you, this is the future Vice President. He’s as powerful as he is rich.”

“Yeah, and Clover got the President.”

“I figured that what’s got you all irritable. Andy said you were too much work, also, that you were younger than what he was looking for. Andy, for lack of a better word, is a man that needs to be taken care of. Needs to get out of his head, but you would require work and training, and he doesn’t want to put forth the effort. Scott does. Open your gift.”

You take extra time to slowly open up the well wrapped gift, but as soon as you open it, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment before you slam it shut. “What is this?” you ask, glaring at Frank.

“Something he asked you to wear.”

“This is lingerie. He…he hasn’t paid for my…”

Frank reaches into your lap, and pulls out the outfit, shrugging a bit, “It’s quite modest. He can ask you to wear anything. What he can’t do is ask to have sex with you. Most likely, he wants to see what you look like outside of your clothes.”

Grabbing up the modest lingerie set, you toss it to the ground, wishing that you could make this all go away. “Should I tell him what you and Nick were doing when I walked in.”

“We weren’t doing anything.”

“I guess that’s why his fingers were glistening in your pussy juice. Just remember, we’re the ones that keep you protected. You will do as Scott says. This isn’t a discussion. Now put on the fucking outfit, and stand there looking pretty.”

He stands to walk out of your bedroom, turning back to give you one last look over, “You’re mean.”

“I’m not your friend. Get dressed, you and Nick will be dealt with later,” he walks out slamming the door, and you sit there for a moment, a look at the clock reminds you that there’s ten minutes until the meeting with Scott, and you dread it. Not wanting to be here anymore, but definitely not ready to leave with him.

Begrudgingly you pick up the garment, and start to put it on. With a look at yourself in the mirror, you don’t hate it, you just feel so exposed. Walking over to your closet, you grab up a robe.  Wrapping it around you, while you wait for him. Doing anything to pass the time by, but when that door opens, you stand quickly.

“Mr. Huffman.”

“While I do like the way that sounds coming out of your mouth, please call me Scott,” his eyes rake down your body, taking in what you’re wearing, and how he can’t see his present. “Was it the right size?”

“Yes.”

“Should I not be able to see what it looks like on you?”

Taking a deep breath, you cast your eyes to the floor. Humiliated at how exposed the outfit makes you feel, “It’s quite revealing.”

“As was the point,” he walks closer to you, lifting his hand to untie the robe slowly.  The silk ties slip out of his hands as his eyes look you up and down lingering on your body, and never giving your face another glance, “You’re beautiful.”

“Mr. Huffman,” he clears his throat, and you hiccup out, “No one has ever…please, can you look at me?”

“No one has ever seen you in this amount of undress?” you shake your head no, wanting to cover yourself back up, but you’ve been told, his needs get met first. He drops the robe, “Cover yourself up then.”

Quickly you fasten it, and he sits at the table, holding a hand out for you to join him. “You understand I have no problem with your inexperience, correct?”

“I’m well aware, yes.”

“This will be something you share with only me. I know that I seem intense, but that is my job. I want to get down to business. So you will be mine.”

“The final decision is left up to the girls, sir.”

“Not with the amount of money I’m willing to spend. Your virginity just now paid for, but I will wait. I’d like for you to want it,” you start to speak but he holds up a hand and you halt immediately.

“I’m on a bit of a tight schedule, I’d like for you to join me on the campaign trail, that way we’re not spending too much time apart. We can have a big wedding, or a more intimate one, if you would prefer.”

“Can I be honest with you, Scott?” his blue eyes finally look up at you, and you feel nothing towards him.  Your mind still drifting to Nick in here earlier. “I’m not really feeling a connection with you.”

“You’re not pushing me away,” his voice low, and nearly a growl, Scott’s fists clench tightly, and you want to push away from the table, “What are you afraid of?”

“You mean other than you?”

“Me? I’m just a politician that’s willing to take you away from this place. Living in a home with mostly women, and a few men that train you in how to be a good wife, pleasing to her husband. You’re lucky you’re over here. The ones on the other side are nothing but common whores. I’m willing to treat you like a princess.”

“Andy’s Clover was other there,” Scott gives you an almost evil smirk. Relaxing his hand, he taps his fingers on the wood.

“What do you know about Andy’s Clover?”

“I’m honestly jealous of her. Rescued from the streets, and given a life to continue her job, but this time with high paying men, including your President. He wasn’t the first politician to seek her out. Although he was the idiot who decided to make her his wife.”

“You and I, we could get along. I want you to have a choice,” with just a slight face change from you, your eyes turning up in glee, he realizes what you need, constant praise. The need to be told you’re doing a good job. The desire to be special.

“I looked at every girl in this Hive and none are as beautiful as you. They’re common, lackluster. You shine brighter than any of them I could give you a good life, where more than just me would worship you. Would desire pictures of your beauty. Won’t you let me give you that?”

“How much for my virginity?”

“I’ve never made a purchase quite that large, and I have a beautiful home in a good neighborhood.”

You preen at the thought of your rarity, and how someone didn’t hesitate to pay up the money. “I’m scared of what’s outside these walls. I’m scared that I will not measure up to what you want.”

“If you can behave and do as I say, you’ll be perfect. You’d look beautiful on my arm. Waving and smiling at everyone.”

You pull at the robe, opening it, and push it off your shoulders, sitting up straight, you trace the swells of your chest.

“What do good girls do, Mr. Huffman?”

He pushes his chair back and rubs along his thigh, beckoning you to sit in his lap, and you do. Scott’s hands move slowly over your skin, tracing every hill and valley, smiling when your body reacts to his motions. Your nipples pebble up, and even you let out a beautiful whimper.

“Good girls do as their told.”

“And what are you telling me to do?”

“I’m telling you, that you will take what I give you, and become my wife,” you swallow, moving your eyes over his face. His thumb goes to move back and forth over your hardened bud, leaning forward to kiss on your neck.

Ghosting his lips over your sensitive column, before stopping just as quickly. Sitting up to gaze at your blackened and lust filled eyes. “Scott…”

“Not tonight,” giving your body a little nudge, he walks you over to your bed, “Tonight, you sleep. But are you willing to let me give you everything you desire?” he kisses down the expanse of your body, a straight line down, before moving to your thighs. Needy and wanting so much more, your legs spread, and he stares at the darkened spot on your panties. Moving up your thigh, he gives a long stripe up your dampened panties, and you yip at the feeling.

His eyes look up at you, asking again, “Do you want me to give you everything you desire?”

He peppers sweet kisses over your covered mound, and your hands, move to card through his hair. “Cherry?”

“Whatever you want,” his nose moves over your slit, before hooking his fingers on the innocent lingerie. Pulling them down, and off of you.

Just when you think that he’s going to give you more, he stuffs the panties in his pocket. Turning to leave, he gives you a smile, “Goodnight Cherry Blossom, until next time.”

Frustrated you flop over, burying your face into the pillow, you let out a scream. Not even realizing that Nick is the one standing at your door, and staring at your naked ass. Frank places a hand on his shoulder pulling him back, “It’s time to quit playing your games with her.”

“They’re not games with her.”

“She’s agreed to a marriage. He won’t be taking her innocence here. He’s requested to have her bought and paid for soon, and she’ll be out of our hair. Stay away. That property belongs to Scott Huffman.”

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[haebaebarnes]

Meal of The Day

Pairing: Professor!Barnes X Y/N!Barnes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[book-dragon-13]

HBC Muse Monday

So my writing blog is @writing-what-writing and you can find my masterlist there! And here’s my answers to @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Muse Monday

Who is your favorite Seb character to write/read for?

Hal Carter, Bucky Barnes

If you write/read RPF, what draws you to a characterization/what is your favorite characteristic to describe?

I like @marvelous-meggi’s Clumsy Seb. Mainly I like soft!Seb, and dorky Seb

What are some of your headcanons for your muse?

Hal likes to dance wherever, whenever, with or without music. He’ll grab you and twirl you around, dipping you with a kiss

Bucky doesn’t like mornings. Whenever you have to get up before he does, Bucky tries to keep you in bed, with kisses and soft words

Favorite AU?

Cowboy, merman, pirate, sugar daddy

Do you feel like you have a signature style for your fic?

I write a lot of fluff, and some smut as well. Mostly fluff. I do write the occasional angst

Is there a character you'd like to learn more about/try to write that you haven't yet?

Will Franklyn, for sure. Josh from Ricki and the Flash, as well

Which of the new characters in upcoming projects are you most excited to learn about/start writing?

Frank, Scott Huffman

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[ao3feed-reddwarf]

A Shapeshifter's Love

by Buckmesideways22

A WOMAN HAS BEEN DATING GUY AFTER GUY, BUT IT NEVER SEEMS TO WORK. SHE UNAWARE THAT SHES ACTUALLY BEEN DATING A SHAPESHIFTER THAT HAS FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HER AND IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET IT RIGHT!

Words: 1280, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Real Person Fiction, Once Upon a Time (TV), The Covenant (2006), The Martian (2015), I Tonya (2017), the devil all the time, the last full measure, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), no no no yes, We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson, Destroyer (2018), im not here, Logan Lucky (2017), I'm Dying Up Here (TV), Ricki and the Flash (2015), The Bronze (2015), Labyrinth (TV 2012), The Apparition (2012), Political Animals, Gone (2012), Black Swan (2010), Gossip Girl, Hot Tub Time Machine (2010), Kings (TV 2009), Spread (2009), Rachel Getting Married (2008), The Education of Charlie Banks (2007), The Architect (2006), Red Dwarf, tina n tony's wedding

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: lee bodecker, scott huffman, James "Bucky" Barnes, Mickey, charles blackwood, Chris (Destroyer), Chris Beck, Steve, Jeff Gillooly, Dayton White, Clay Appuzzo, Josh, Lance Tucker, Ben (The Apparition), Jack Benjamin, TJ Hammond, Billy, Andrew, Carter Baizen, Blaine (Hot Tub Time Machine), Harry, Walter, Leo, Chase Collins (The Covenant), martin walters, Simon, Johnny

Relationships: Sebastian Stan/Reader

Additional Tags: shapeshift au, Love, Fluff, Unrequited Love, Smut, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Dom/sub Play, Nipple Play, Fingering, all of seb's characters, Female Reader

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