#scott huffman au

[navybrat817]

Fall Like a Rose Petal

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

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

Happiness.

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

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

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

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

But what do I want?

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

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

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

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

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

A good wife is always happy to see her husband.

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

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

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

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

A good wife doesn't worry her husband.

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

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

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

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

He knows exactly how to read me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which prompted you to burst into tears.

A good wife doesn't make a scene.

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

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

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

Where's my real sense of purpose?

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

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

A good wife doesn't pry.

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

Right?

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

"You have?"

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

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

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

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

"It's okay, Scott."

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

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

A good wife doesn't argue with her husband.

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

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

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

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

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

Scott wouldn't do anything that caused me discomfort.

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

I don't know.

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

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

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

As long as I keep Scott happy.

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

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[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 🥹

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[dreamlessinparis]

Matters of the Heart

Pairing: Dark!Scott Huffman x F!Reader

Word Count: 3803

Summary: Scott has lost alot in his life and he will stop at nothing to get a second chance. So when his cousin Bucky calls with a way to do just that, he can’t help but jump at the opportunity.

Warning: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, kidnapping, implications of murder/killers, implied trafficking, blackmail, dubcon, manipulation, chloroform, taunting, mean Scott, 18+, nicknames (Puppet), taunting, praise, degradation, breeding kink, rough sex, oral sex, choking

A/N: Welcome to the first part of Scott’s story in my Serial Killer AU, if you’d like to read the other stories, please click here. Thank you to @navybrat817 for helping me form the idea for Scott's storyline and for letting me scream at her about it and to @sparkledfirecracker for reading it over for me. Love you both❤️ All mistakes are my own. 

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Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

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“Lee, I told you not to call me at work,” Scott huffed into the phone, trying to keep his voice down. His assistant was super nosy and Scott tried to keep his connection to the Sheriff and his cousin Bucky on the down-low. 

“I know Scott,” Lee replied in a haughty tone, “But I believe you said and I quote ‘if you ever find someone that looks like her to call you right away.”

This caught Scott’s attention and he sat up straighter at this news.  He never thought this day would come. He stood up from his chair, and nonchalantly walked over to the door, shutting it firmly. 

“What did you say?” Scott breathed into the phone. 

“Y’heard me,” Lee bit out and Scott let out a shaky breath.

“Send me pictures,” Scott managed to get out before he hung up, collapsing down on the sofa. He rubbed absently at the spot where his wedding band had been until recently. 

He had given up hope and figured it was time to remove it. His phone chimed and Scott fumbled clumsily to swipe open the screen.

His breath caught as he pulled up the first photo. You looked just like her. Sure you weren’t in the best conditions, your face covered in dirt, clothes ratter and matted but the resemblance was uncanny. 

Scott’s thumbs raced over the screen after he got to the last photo, typing up a message to Lee. ‘I want her. Can I meet her?’

Lee responded immediately with a thumb’s up and time, along with coordinates. Scott slumped back in his seat for a moment before getting up to continue his work.

Lee exited the vehicle, a swagger in his usual step. He strutted over, thumbs hooked in his belt.

Scott stood in the wooded area, hidden by the tall oak trees. The beams of headlights broke through the darkness and he watched the cruiser pull up. Excitement rushed through him. He had to force himself not to rush to the car, instead, waiting in the darkness for Lee to park the car. 

"Evenin' Huffman," Lee drawled, straightening up as he came to a stop, "Special delivery for you in the back there." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. 

Scott nodded, ready to take you and head home. Finally get his second chance, another chance to make things right. "Thank you. Hand her over and I'll be on my way."

"Sounds good, boss. But first I need a favor," Lee said, chewing on the toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

"Again?" Scott snarled, "What the fuck do you do this time?"

Lee held his hands up in mock defense, shaking his head. Scott didn't like Lee but unfortunately for him, Lee knew things that he shouldn't. Scott couldn't risk that information getting out, and Lee knew how to push his buttons just enough. Over the years Scott had ended up helping out in ways that he would have never considered before. 

"Nothin'! I never do anything boss, I just always end up in the wrong place at the wrong time," Scott snorted at Lee's explanation but the cop chose to ignore it and continue, "I need you to talk to one of those judges of yours, get me a marriage license. I'm getting married but I can't have it in a public place. Bride's a bit jittery, y'know?"

“Jittery? Is that what you’re calling kidnapped nowadays?” Scott asked, “Fine I’ll get you one by Monday, will that work?”

Lee clapped a hand on Scott’s back, giving a hearty guffaw, “Monday’s perfect! Now let’s get you your girl.”

The two men made their way to the cruiser; you sat quietly in the back seat, staring forward. Scott couldn’t believe how much you looked like her, his late wife. From the color of your hair, all the way down to how you held yourself. So elegant and demure. Scott couldn’t help himself as he grabbed the door handle and opened it, leaning down to be eye level with you.

You turned slowly to look at him; his eyes were bright and full of hope. Huh? What did he have to hope for in you? You were nothing but a runaway that fell into a bad situation.

He reached his hand out to you and you couldn’t do anything but stare at it. What did he expect of you? Were you supposed to grab it and follow him out of this car? Where would that lead you? The hesitation made him slowly pull his hand back. Without thinking, you reached out quickly, grabbing it before he pulled too far back. It startled him, your sudden movement but a small smile played on his lips and it created a warm feeling in your stomach.

He helped you out of the car, wrapping his arm around your waist as you stumbled for a moment. The stoic sheriff who had brought you carried the duffel bag that they had packed for you. Once you were seated in the passenger seat, you waited patiently with your hands in your lap for the man to round the car. He exchanged a few words with the gruff man before he got in the car.

“I’m Scott,” were his first words to you. You softly said your name, still looking down at your hands. He reached out, grabbing your hand.

He let you roam the house, following closely behind you. It made you nervous to have his eyes on you. The way he looked at you, made you uneasy as if he was blind and seeing for the first time.

You walked over to the beautiful stone fireplace, taking your time with each photo. The Scott in these photos was so lively, unlike the sunken man he was now. The woman next to him seemed almost familiar but it wasn't until you got to the last photo of Scott with his arms wrapped around the women's pregnant belly did you see the resemblance. She looked almost identical to you.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath. You felt Scott's presence, close in behind you, his breath brushing against the nape of your neck. 

"Isn't she beautiful? My Lucy. She was my late wife," he explained sadly. There was almost an edge of guilt to his tone but maybe you were just imagining it.

“Is this why you had me taken?"

"I didn't have you taken," Scott replied, turning you around to face him. With his palms on the mantle, he caged you in. The masculine scent of oud and cedar made you inhale deeply. Your guard was up and you didn't want to let him in. On the flip side, you didn't want to be back on the streets or worse back with the handsy cop.

“Those men took you,” he continued, "I saved you. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?" 

You gulped, looking to those ocean blues. There was a kindness in them, but on the edge, if you look long enough there was an edge of darkness. This man had done things, seen things.

As stubborn as you were, you weren't stupid. Every step you took, had to be thought out and clever. The game had to be played right. Placing your palm on his chest, you nodded, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.

Scott wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly to him. The sigh he let out was one of contentment and bliss. That was the moment you began to doubt just what exactly you'd gotten yourself into.

Running a household wasn't something you were good at. You sucked at it. Surprisingly, Scott wasn't madder when your cooking was atrocious. You thought maybe he'd accuse you of trying to poison him. Instead, he was kind, telling you'd get the hang of it.

Something about the way he treated you made you want to try to make an effort. That didn't mean that you were rolling over to show him your belly. There was something sinister lurking beneath that nice guy’s exterior. As much as you wanted to crack it, you also wanted to stay away from it. Stay in your lane, bide your time and then run.

You kept tabs on your surroundings, especially the times the guards switched and all the blind spots of the cameras.

Sleeping arrangements made you the most uncomfortable; sharing a bed with a man you barely knew was hard. Or maybe it was the fact that you were here against your will. You could tell by his displays of affection and occasional hand roaming that he wanted more from you but seemed to keep his distance until you were ready. You just weren't sure how long that courtesy would extend. Scott seemed like a man who would take what he wanted sooner or later.

Your eye wandered to the clock on the oven. 11:58. Two more minutes before you were planning to book it out the back door. Hopefully, the land maps that you found in the library were accurate. If you ran straight for the wooded area, it was a straight shot to the road. Where you were praying that you'd run into a car and someone willing to take you far far away from here.

The pockets of your apron were stuffed with some cash you had found in Scott's sock drawer. That, along with a knife. You had survived on your own before, at least this time you'd have the cash to stay off the streets.

The timer went off, making you jump. It took a moment for the adrenaline to kick in but once it did, you dropped your spoon on the counter and rushed to the back door. You yanked it open, taking a brief moment to see if anyone came rushing to you. Nothing, just silence. 

Needing no more of a nudge than that, you tore out the back like a rocket. The grass was soft beneath your feet as you raced over it. Hope filling your heart as the treeline came closer. You were going to make it. The weight on your chest eased as soon as you passed the treeline. You risked a look over your shoulder, sighing when there was no one on your heels. Yet. A part of your brain nagged that this was far too easy but you chose to ignore it, needing to hold onto that nugget of hope. It was such a foreign feeling.

Every tree looked identical, brushing against your arms with every step. Running wasn't your strong suit but every ounce of your strength was buzzing through your bones fueling you. Your lungs burned the further you got and your steps were slowly beginning to slow down. Deciding you were far enough from the house, you stopped running, walking at a brisk pace instead.

The house couldn't be seen from where you were and that made you feel more at ease with each step you took. Scott was going to be livid when he realized you were gone. Hopefully, you'd be long gone by that time.

The deeper you got into the woods, the more worry began to seep into your bones. You weren’t the outdoorsy type; plants were nice but actual wilderness was a different story. A rustling to your left forced you to halt and hesitate. The little bunny that came racing out made you jump and scream. You immediately slammed your hand over your mouth, eyes wide at the loud sound that escaped from your lips. You listened hard for any other footsteps coming toward you. Met with only the rustle and critter of animals.

The sinking feeling of dread in your stomach worsened as you came to realize that maybe the maps were wrong. Hours had passed and you seemed no closer to finding the road. Maybe you had gotten turned around. You'd thought you were going straight but who knew? These woods couldn't go on forever, could they? You weren't even completely aware of what part of the country you were in. The woods might go on for miles upon miles. Far enough that you’d never find your way out on foot. That thought made you scared but you tried to shove it down and focus on what to do next.

Resting your head on the rough bark of the tree. Regretting the decisions you'd made. For not planning things better. If you had just stayed put, you could be taking a nice bath before dinner, or be reading a book by the fireplace. Scott had given you a good life for the first time and you went and wrecked it.

Even if you knew how to get back, you couldn’t go back at this point. There's no way he wasn't going to punish you. That dark side you were afraid of was bound to finally surface. That sent a shiver down your spine and you found the incentive to move again. Further into the woods.

Just when you were ready to give up, lay down, and admit defeat, you saw the strip of concrete up ahead of you. Worried it might be a mirage, you raced up the hill, the energy that had been waning was now refreshed. You were so happy, that you were almost about to drop to your knees and kiss the asphalt.

On shaky legs you began walking along the concrete road, ready to jump out in front of any car you encountered. Luck seemed on your side, and a car came right around the corner, racing right towards you. Without a second thought, you put yourself into the street. There were only two ways this could go. Either they stopped for you or they ran you over. Both were good options at this point. You were too desperate, thirsty, hungry, and cold to care.

Tires screeched as they came to a halt. Breath whooshed out of you with relief, hands planting down on the hood of the car. The door opened and out stepped a man you didn't recognize. You opened your mouth to ask for help when he pulled out a phone and spoke into it. "I got her, boss," he said, and your heart sank as you realized he worked for Scott. Your fight or flight kicked in as you began to back away slowly, "yes sir, she's in one piece, but let me call you back, she's trying to run again.”

He tossed the phone inside and came charging at you. Stupidly you turned your back and tried to run away. You were no match for him, catching up to you quickly. A rag came over your mouth and the world dimmed to black.

Waking up felt like you were wading through a dense fog; this was a level of groggy you'd never experienced before. You tried to rub your eyes but found that you were unable to move them.

“Hello?" You forced out, your tongue heavy in your mouth. Everything felt dry and you yearned for something to drink. “Scott? Anyone?"

Scott had to be close since that man was supposed to bring you back to him.

“You're awake," Scott said and it took every ounce of your strength to turn your head to look at him. He stood leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. The soft smile on his face contradicted the rage simmering in his eyes, "I told you to be good didn't I?" He took a step closer. "I treated you nicely. Kept you fed and warm. And this is how you repay me?"

"Scott - " you started but stopped from the dryness of your throat. Showing mercy, he helped you sit up enough to drink. You greedily gulp the cool liquid, before pulling back, “You're right. I shouldn't have run. I’m sorry.”

The mattress sank as he sat beside you and he stroked your cheek softly. "You're right, you shouldn't have. But you did."

His hand trailed down your throat, fingertips teasing over your collar bones. His fingers traced the neckline of your dress, the same one you were wearing when you ran. The apron was long gone.

"I'm s-sorry," you repeated. Scott shook his head and your heart sank. He grabbed your throat, pinning you to the bed. You tugged at the silk ties on the headboard. He leaned down, getting super close to your face.

“You don't get it. I'm the puppetmaster and you're my puppet. I hold the strings and no matter how nice I am, if you step out of line, you pay the consequences.”

“Please -," you whispered. Scott grinned cruelly. 

“I'm tired of letting you take advantage of my kindness,” he moved so that he was straddling your thighs. "I was going to be nice. Let you come to me at your own pace. But I think it’s time to make you mine. I want to fill you up, and watch you grow."

You bucked your hips hard, trying to dislodge him. You don't want to do this. Having his kid meant that you’d be stuck with him forever.  “Scott, I’ll be good, I swear.”

Scott growled, palming his growing erection through his pants, "keep begging, baby. Look what it does to me."

"Fuck you!" You exclaimed, knowing there was no way of this. You dug your grave and now you're gonna die in it. “You're a bastard and I fucking hate you."

Scott let out a boisterous laugh, as he worked on opening the buttons of your dress. No amount of squirming made any kind of difference.

"Doesn't matter, Puppet. This time next week you'll be my wife. And with my ring on your finger, I'm going to have to remind you of that fact. Every. Single. Night.”

Scott lifted his hips, pulling your dress up. He brunched the bottom half in his hands and tore through the remaining buttons. His hands slid up your bare sides, cupping your breasts through the cotton bra you wore. Kissing his way down your chest. His focus was solely on marking you. Your curses and threats falling on deaf ears. You were in no position to appear harmful to him.

"Tell you what, little Puppet, if I reach into these panties and you're not wet, I'll stop. Otherwise, I make you mine." Scott glanced up at you, awaiting your response. You kept silent because you knew once he reached between your legs, it was a done deal. You weren't sure what it was exactly; the touch of another, being tied up, the roughness, or just Scott himself. But you couldn't bring yourself to lie that some part - a pretty large part - wanted him to make you his. More than anything you wanted to belong to someone.

You looked him dead in the eye and nodded, accepting his terms. Scott leaned down and caught on your lips. The kiss was hard and lustful, but there was an edge of something softer, like kissing someone you loved after a long separation. You arched up into it, reveling in the softness of his lips, and the way his tongue was in sync with yours. 

His hand slid down your abdomen and past the waistline of your panties. The guttural groan that escaped from his mouth made you even wetter. His fingers glided into your soaked slit, coating them before he pushed two fingers in. It was your turn to moan, enjoying the burn of the stretch. You couldn't even remember the last time anyone had touched you down there, even yourself. 

Scott bit your lip, dragging it out before his lips beginning to map out all angles your jawline, and down your neck. He was taking his time. You wanted to pretend you weren’t enjoying but if you were going to be his prisoner, you might as well make the most of it.

He reached behind you to unhook your bra, tossing it aside before his mouth worshipped your soft mounds. Nipping lightly at your nipple, making you keen. Your body was in overdrive, heating up with every pass of his tongue. Every lick and kiss went straight to your core. Clenching around his stroking fingers.

“Do you need more, Puppet?" Scott asked, releasing your nipple with a loud pop. You bucked your hips needily, "use your words, darling.”

"Scott, please," you pleaded. You felt him grin against your skin, burying his head in the valley of your breasts. He kissed that spot and trailed downward. Nestling between your now spread thighs.

He sucked lewdly on his fingers, moaning at the taste of you. Not wasting a second, he shoved your panties aside and dove in. Licking and sucking like you were his last meal and he needed it like air. Savoring every inch of you. His fingers joined in his tongue’s ministrations. The two combined were almost too much for your body and you reached your climax way quicker than you expected. 

You came with a soundless cry, body arching and thighs locking around his head, as wave after wave shook through your body. Scott's arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling them from his head so that he could raise his head to meet your eye. His face shone with your slick. A mischievous glint in his gaze. He climbed up your body, kissing you deeply. Tasting yourself on his tongue was the most erotic thing you'd ever done. You wanted to hold to him, grab him by the back of the head and keep him in place but with your hands still bound, you just held on to the silk ties.

Scott sat back on his knees, making quick haste of his slacks. Only pushing them down enough to free his cock. The thick shaft looked so velvety soft and warm. It was water mouthwatering. You licked your lips, wanting to taste the bead of precum perched on the slit. His thumb smeared it over the spongy head before gliding it over your folds.

You gasped, feeling the blunt tip pushing into you. He pushed in slowly, stretching you even more than his fingers. The throbbing against your sensitive walls made your eyes roll back in your head. You gripped the ties, breathing heavily.

Scott braced his hands on either side of your torso, snapping his hips forward, bottoming out. A low steady moan as he pulled out and thrust back in. Setting himself a steady pace, he kept his eyes locked on yours. Making everything so much more intimate. You were unsure how to feel but deep down it felt safe. 

With each grind of his hips, every brush of his lips on your skin, every nudge against your cervix, stroke over your sweet spot, he made you his. Moans entangling, sweat dripping, bodies becoming one. The puppetmaster and his loyal puppet. The strings were his to play and you liked it.

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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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How would Nick react in clockwork au if puppy was blearily saying James’ name in her sleep?

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✧˚ · . Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul.

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. AU masterlist. listening to — ♫sleepless warnings —general dark elements (dark AU), a/b/o dynamics, manipulation. a/n — thank you for the ask and interest in the AU! i hope you enjoy. jessica chastain is not a representative of the readers looks i just wanted a gif of nick kissing a forehead lol. not beta read, we die like men.

The first time Nick heard it, he thought it was ghosts whispering that damned name in his ear.

The second time Nick heard it, he realised it was a scarier reality than phantoms.

You were calling for James in your sleep again, an occurrence that happened regularly.

Even after all the work Nick had put into making you his, there was still that subconscious part of you that held onto the past. Even though you smiled at him in your waking hours, someone else had a space in your heart.

It wasn’t like it was unexpected. Nick knew he would be crazy to assume you would have no residual feelings for your lost life. But it still hurt. His omega, calling for someone else.

He wondered what you dreamt. Did you dream of James in a world where he survived? Or were they memories of the past? Did he treat you well? Were you happy?

There was a quirk in your lips, a slight sway of your hips. Were you dancing with him?

Nick considered calling Steve. Doctor Kemp always seemed to have a way of making omegas comply, plus he was one of his greatest allies. But Nick knew that the heavy-handed approach wouldn’t be appropriate here. While Steve’s suggestion of having other alphas use you worked to break you down beautifully, accessing a soul was a task that required a delicate touch.

Slipping from the bed, Nick left you in your peaceful slumber, dreaming of the man you would never have. In nothing more than black sweatpants and a navy sweater, he sat in his chilly office.

For a while, he just kept the lights off and pondered.

If his younger self could see him now, he wondered what he’d think. This was certainly not the life Nick had intended to lead.

But the world was cruel, and so he became crueller. To escape hardship, he became the creator of it. A devil walking the earth. 

Around you, though, he wanted to be good to you. He would never forget when he heard you laugh for the first time. Nick had accidentally tickled your sides while brushing past you, and the sound that came from you was glorious.

Nick sighed, pouring himself a scotch from the decanter. He’d burn the world, but keep you safe always.

After he’d finished his glass, the familiar burn of liquor pooling in his belly, Nick turned to the only other person he trusted the opinion of.

Hal Carter. The alpha worked on Ari’s ranch. While Ari bred omegas using alpha studs, Hal trained them and kept them calm. He was gentle. Those girls were taken well cared of, which was to be expected when they needed to produce pups.

It was an art how Hal could smile and exude calming energy to those around him. His words were always smooth like silk, rolling off his tongue so naturally you can’t help but listen. It helped the omegas stay calm, and they all trusted him. He was still one of the bad guys; all the alphas in his circle were. But he was the best of the bad. Scott Huffman, the one who would take Ari’s bred pups in and raise them on his ranch, he was a close second.

Within thirty minutes of texting him, Hal turned up on the mansion’s doorstep. The sun was barely rising, only subtle hues of gold beginning to grow.

“Thanks for coming so early,” Nick ushered Hal inside, bringing him to the office while the rest of the home remained in a dream state.

“I normally get up by dawn to go hunting anyway, s’no trouble.” Nonchalant as ever, Hal sat himself down in one of the office armchairs in his green plaid shirt and blue jeans.

Nick poured himself another scotch, plopping two ice cubes into the crystal glass. “Want a drink?”

Hal raised a brow, scoffing. “Unless it’s orange juice, no. I ‘ain’t drinking.”

“I can do that,” Nick said, disappearing from the room and returning with a tall glass of juice, a slight shudder of nervousness in his hand when he gave it to Hal.

There was a rawness in the air, as if Nick wasn’t playing a game. He was putting his whole deck of cards on the table for Hal to see. It was hard to trust, but Nick didn’t have anywhere else to turn.

Nick sat in the armchair opposite Hal, swirling the liquid in his glass, and Hal quirked his head. “Look, as much as I love catching up with you, why did you ask me here so urgently? Is something wrong?”

Nick went through the long explanation of your past, how you came into his care, and how you were acting now. Hal listened attentively, face staying blank as the horrors were laid bare. After explaining, Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want her to dream of me. Dream of her alpha.”

“So, what you’re telling me is you’ve killed her alpha, kidnapped her, had her gang fucked, chased her, and choked her until she passed out, yet you expect her to dream of you?”

There was a beat of silence before Hal spoke again. “Do you really act like her alpha? She’s not a toy, Nick. And she’s not just a pet. You have to be gentle.”

“I don’t know how to be gentle,” Nick sneered, crossing his arms defensively. 

“Bullshit. Every alpha has a gentle instinct deep down. Be the alpha your sister and mother would have wanted you to become.”

Nick growled and stood, throwing the glass at the wall behind Hal’s head, the crystal shattering into a million shards across the dark hardwoods. It was ballsy bringing up his family. The other alpha flinched slightly, but he wasn’t afraid.

Nick puffed his chest, gritting his teeth so hard they were ready to shatter. “That’s a cruel thing to say. You’re pushing it, Hal.”

“It is cruel. But it’s what ‘ya needed to hear. The world is fucked, but her world doesn’t have to be. You’re the one bringing that upon her. You want her to dream of you? Give her memories good enough to dream about. You’ve broken her down, and done the harsh things you needed to. Now you need to build her back up. Without that affection, she will just continue to crumble time and time again. Don't you want to see her smile?”

“More than anything,” Nick grumbled, sitting back in his chair with a hardened expression. He wanted to feel your happiness through the bond. It was like a drug.

Hal drank the last of his juice, setting the glass down gently on the side table. “Then, there you go. Just work to make her smile for you more. Life is good with a happy omega, Nick.”

“She hates what I do, though. And I can’t - and won’t - change that.”

“Then make her existence with you good enough to outweigh that.” Hal proposed the idea like it was easy. Just treat you right, and it would all fall into place.

But was it really that easy?

The chase had changed you. You were more receptive to Nick and seemed more content overall. But he could still see the flickers of fear that lay dormant, ready to wake at any time. And James— Well. Your subconscious hadn’t let him go yet.

Perhaps Hal was right. Maybe you were broken enough that you’d adapt to this life with some positive reinforcement.

After Hal had left, Nick ordered the staff to make you breakfast before he wandered back up to the bedroom, the morning sun beginning to peek past the blinds. Nick took his jumper off, wanting to feel your skin on his. 

You shifted a little in your sleep when the bed dipped from Nick’s weight, his arms looping around you and pulling your naked form close. “...Alpha…?” You asked blearily. It wasn’t often you got morning cuddles like this. Normally, Nick was already working by the time you rose.

“Morning, omega,” Nick kissed your forehead, spooning you so his warm, firm chest was flush with your back. “Nice dreams?”

You stiffened for a moment before nodding, curling into his hold comfortably. “Yeah.”

“Good. I need you full of energy today,” Nick said as he kissed your neck gingerly, a soft contrast to his tight hold on you.

Nick ran his hand up and down your side, fingers running over the bruises he’d left on your skin the day prior when he fucked you rough over his desk.

“Are we playing hunt the whelp?” Your voice wavered nervously. So meek, so small. Nick nearly growled at the thought of hunting you, but he held it back.

Nick cleared his throat, shifting a little, so his hard-on wasn’t too obvious against your ass. He was trying to focus, all his energy going into being nice. But Nick could tell you knew he was turned on, your own arousal signalling through the bond. “No, no. We’re going shopping.”

You perked up at that, turning to look at Nick. Your curious shining eyes had his heart skipping a beat. “Shopping? Like, going outside?”

“Yes. We’re going into town. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

The excitement that flooded the bond was overwhelming. Nick had never felt anything like it. You were happy. But there was some anxiety there too. “Won’t people recognise you? What if something goes wrong?” You asked with a growing frown.

Nick shhed you, gently running his finger over your frown and pushing your lips up at the edge so you were smiling. “You’re the safest omega in the world. Plus, Beck and Mace will be there too.”

Your expression turned into a genuine smile. And Nick smiled back.

“Sit up. I need to check your head.” Nick turned to the bedside, getting together his dabbing alcohol and bandages. You always seemed to end up with some injury after Nick had a bad day. It wasn’t overly intentional, but his anger often turned into dark arousal that left you sore and battered but pleasured too.

You’d banged your head on the desk yesterday when Nick shoved you down and caught your forehead on one of his fountain pens. It left a cut, but Beck dismissed it as minor, needing to be covered with a plaster.

Nick pulled away the bandage with you sitting cross-legged in front of him. He hummed, content at the sight of the healing cut. “Looks good, pup. My good girl, healing so well.”

Nick could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he gently cleaned the cut before placing a fresh bandage on the wound.

“Ah, just in time.” Nick put his things away as your breakfast was brought in. Pancakes with maple syrup and strawberries.

You seemed like a fish out of water, and Nick understood that. He was flipping his demeanour for you. This was new for him, but not entirely unwelcome, especially when he felt your ease through the bond.

Nick sat with you, cutting up the pancakes and feeding you small bites. Every so often, you would meet his gaze, a little twinkle in your eye that wasn’t there before.

It wouldn’t always be like this, and Nick knew he had a long way to go in putting your pieces back together.

But it was a task he knew he would never fail. 

He would have all of you.

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#ambswrites #ambs answers #cherished anons #clockwork au #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #Hal Carter #dark fic #nick fowler fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction

[vellicore]

A year ago I chose to rejoin Tumblr. I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I mainly joined because I wanted to be able to read/write some fics, but what ended up happening was I found a community. I made friends that I couldn’t imagine my life without. I’m so thankful for each and every one of my followers/friends. You all have made this past year amazing. It’s been a hard year for me mentally/physically and you all have made it a lot easier, so thank you for being my escape.

In celebration of my anniversary I’ll be holding a sleepover this weekend. What does the sleepover entail?

❀ Send me a moodboard requests. Any AU or storyline is allowed! (Dark, fluff, etc.)

Characters to choose from:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Nick Fowler

Mickey Henry

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Carter Baizen

Jefferson

Destroyer Chris

Charles Blackwood

Lance Tucker

Scott Huffman

Stucky

✿ Send me a drabble request for one of the characters above. Again, anything goes for them. Dark is welcomed!

❁Ask me some would you rather questions…

The sleepover will run from Friday, June 24th - Monday, June 27th.

Tagging Mutuals: @destroyer-chris @beelicious-barnes @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @dreamlessinparis @tumblin-theworldaway @the-garden-of-tulips @sgt-seabass @buckyangel @buckydaddy @theluxuriousfangirl @fluffycutecevans @littlelioncub43 @lil-nas-z @midnightf @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @purpleshallot

#mickeyhenrys anniversary

[jessybarnes]

J. Snow's Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

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

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

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

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

Edging - Right On The Edge - Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Praise Kink - Unwind - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

#j snow writes #j snow creates #kinktober 2022 masterlist

[musette22]

do you know if there's an au/fic based on Andy barber and Scott Huffman? 👀

i was thinking almost in the same situation as in defending Jacob, they have a son, a teenager son and they accuse him of something so the attorney and the detective get their hands on the case, of course. just imagine both of them at the court with their suits and so serious about the situation of course

Oohh, I don't know of any Scott Huffman/Andy Barber fics I'm afraid, but I just did a quick AO3 search, and there is a series of Scott/Andy artwork which looks amazing! 😍 I'm not sure about fic, but maybe someone else knows of something?

I love your idea though, I think that could make an amazing fic! You mean they'd have a son together? Alternatively, maybe it's just Andy's son, and Andy just got divorced from his wife or something, and then falls in love with the detective working on the case, and together they make sure Andy's son is acquitted and they apprehend the real murderer! (we need a happy ending of course)

In any case, they'd sure look gorgeous together...

#scott huffman x andy barber #chris x sebastian characters #minnie answers

[navybrat817]

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

First, I adore you. ❤️

Second, I adore THIS! Ahh! 🔥

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

Pairings: Scott Huffman x Female Reader

Word Count: Almost 500?

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

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

Oh, did he love it.

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

Why was it so short?

"You like it?"

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

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

Ten minutes.

He lasted ten minutes before he pulled you away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat writes #scott huffman x reader #scott huffman x female reader #scott huffman x you #scott huffman x y/n #scott huffman imagine #scott huffman fanfiction #scott huffman au #scott huffman #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #tumblin theworldaway #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[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.

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

[goaskbarnes]

Fics are added old to new and future 18+ content will be marked accordingly. Requests are open and I write for any Sebastian Stan character. Masterlist graphics are all made by me.

Secrecy - you’re in a secret relationship with Bucky.

Secrecy Part Two: Bucky realises what an asshole he is and realises how much he loves you.

Secrecy Part Three: Bucky proves his loyalty to you.

Email - Helping Bucky set up an email address.

Come Break Me Down - When you accidentally break Tony’s beloved coffee machine, Bucky is there to catch you before you fall.

Grumpy Sergeant - Bucky assumes you’re dating Peter by how close you are, he couldn’t be more wrong.

Drabbles:

Sergeant Obvious (Drabble)

You’re Killing Me (Drabble)

Giggles And Ooh (Drabble)

Bucky meeting your cat (Drabble)

Thirsty Asks:

Bucky’s Sexual Abilities

Welcome Dr Beck - Chris Beck enters your coffee shop, it’s clear you make each other nervous.

Forgotten Birthdays

Come A Little Closer - Using Bucky’s belt to pull him into a kiss.

Trust - Bucky trusts you enough to want you to read this journal.

500 Followers AU Challenge Post

#goaskbarnes masterlist #masterlist #Sebastian Stan characters #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #masterlists #characters #drabbles #one shots #series #challenges #Chris beck #Scott Huffman #frank endings beginnings #more coming soon #requests are open #aus are welcome

[georgiapeach30513]

Andy Barber Masterlist

Wipe Mine Clean

Raptophilia

Zelophilia

Agrexophilia

A Little at a Time - Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your self pity, or get out…and that’s where you meet Andy Barber.

A Losing Hand -  Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?

Desperate Affairs -  Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?  ⭐COMPLETE⭐

In the Dark of the Night -  Hellforsure, Kentucky really lived up to its name.  Nothing for miles and miles, except for The Children of the Night.  Vampire bars were supposed to be illegal.  But a speakeasy vampire bar goes unnoticed.  Sin and filth around every corner, and you’re willing to give up your body, soul, and blood for one night of pleasure.  At least they’re the best looking men you’d ever seen.    

Just Like the Caged Bird -  You are a widow who moves back to her husband’s hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law’s garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Kindly Unspoken -  When Andy is convinced his ex had his baby and gave it up for adoption before her untimely death, he’s not going to stop until he finds out the truth, even if it’s eight years later. Being a new social worker, you go out of your way to help him figure out if there is a child, and if the child is even his.  *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU*

The Legends of Collingswood Glade -  Deep into the woods, and past the veil is a beautiful place.  Beautiful but dangerous.  Faeries are not to be trusted, and in their world rules often change.  Each court is different, but one rules them all...

Pretty Little Secrets -  Growing up in a home with other women, you are trained to become the perfect housewife, and you’ve caught the eyes of the possible future Vice President Scott Huffman.  While he’s extremely interested, your little crush on Nick Gant, may get you in trouble...

Red Riding Hood COMING SOON -  Stay out of the woods.  It was a simple task.  You failed, but it was your brother’s fault.  Don’t eat the apples.  Failed again.  And now you’re being chased by the most feared thing, or man, in the woods.  You should have listened...  

Rumplestiltskin -  Ransom was nothing that you had envisioned.  Pompous, obnoxious, cocky, and downright mean.  When he captured you, you weren't ready to meet an faerie.  But was he really a demon?  And now you're indebt to him.  Tasked with marrying a man you didn't love.  One that deep down was really a beast.

Unfaithful -  Married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough  ⭐COMPLETE⭐

#andy barber #andy barber x reader

[riricitaa]

a stucky lawyers au moodboard

requested by anonymous

#I'm so sorry it took me so long #stucky #stucky au #stucky alternate universe #stucky moodboard #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #but also #Andy Barber #Scott Huffman #Andy x Scott #my edit #my edits #mine #stucky edits #stucky edit #my aus #stevebucky #stevebucky au #stevebucky moodboard #stevebucky alternate universe

[bisousbucky]

SS HBC Masterlist

Updated on: October 3rd 2020

Wanna Hear A Joke?

It’s A Date!

Her or Me?

My Good Girl

Imaginary Babies

You’re Late, Missy!

Study Buddy

I’m Coming!

Squirt, Squirt, Squirt

Open Wide

This Is Awkward

I Wish

Hard To Please

Expressionless

Family First

Right Kind of Wrong

That Is Brand New Information!

Comfort

Hobbies

Is That A Tattoo?

Time To Go

Professor Dog Tags

Another Brick In The Wall

#bisousbucky #masterlist #the ss hbc masterlist #drabbles #one shots #bucky barnes x reader #chris beck x reader #scott huffman x reader #professor au #au #avenger au #smutty drabbles #hbc #hbc drunk drabbles #the ss hbc drunk drabbles #the sebastian stan horniest book club #masterlists #sabby writes #bisousbucky masterlist #drabble #bucky barnes drabbles #bucky barnes drabble #please don't steal