Negan's Only Wife

SPOILER WARNING!!

Pairing: Ares x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, sexual tension, semi-public, relations with a highly sophisticated program, hints of possessiveness, slowburn, almost getting caught, MDNI, jared leto??

Summary: Julian Dillinger wants to extract the permanance code from you. Ares grows empathetic after learning about you from many hacks against you. In exchange for a life in the real world, he helps you escape the grid. With all theses new emotions involved, tension builds between the two of you. Despite him being an AI powered program, you can't help but find yourself being reeled into the part of him that feels... real.

A/N: I watched Tron: Ares fro the first time today, so forgive me if some scenes/lines are inaccurately depicted. I plan on doing some heavy editing once I have full access to the movie myself! This is just MY head cannon >_<

"Can I trust you?"

My heart raced as his piercing blue eyes burned holes in my now digitalized skull.

"What does it matter, Dillinger wants the code. You're programmed to take it from me, but I won't let you. Not without a fight so... probably not." I attempted to sound confident, but I took steps back as he slowly strolled over to me.

"It does matter, in 45 seconds it matters." Ares towered over me as my pupils darted back and forth between his. I opened my mouth to speak but my breath hitched at the back of my throat.

Are You Sure?

Pairing: Omni-man x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, non-con, manipulation, grooming, read at your own risk type shit!

a/n: you asked for this- (jkjk) but seriously come on, Nolan Grayson being soft and gentle? I don’t think that’s how it would go. Let’s take a look at the sinful thoughts this fiction animated character has placed in my head:

You stood there, frozen in fear. Breath caught in your throat, chest heavy as you attempted to keep your breathing to a minimum. You didn’t want to find out what he’d do if he caught you in his home.

I was brought in by the DEO, per Cecil’s orders. I was a rogue, undercover, trusted agent with a harmless ability. They were used to several fatal encounters when it came to supes vs mortals, but Nolan- the infamous Omni-man- they needed more than just human agents.

I could keep a close eye on the Graysons, undetected. It wasn’t much, but being able to vanish under thin air had its perks. I could get intel that no one else could.

Cecil was always suspicious of Nolan since his arrival to Earth. Despite his many heroic accomplishments, he couldn’t help but be cautious on the off chance he went rogue. Everyone thought he was paranoid- including me.

One wrong move. Whether I shift my weight in the slightest, causing the floor to creak underneath me- or I let out a breath that changes the rhythm of my heartbeat that would allow him to assume an intruder was in his home. That’s all it would take for him to erase me from existence.

Since the passing of the Guardians of the Globe, Cecil’s suspicions became not so impossible. The evidence only ever came up clean, favoring Nolan- but it never lined up. I took it upon myself to find out the truth.

I rolled my head as I focused on the thought of changing the form of my body’s atoms, creating an invisible cloak over myself. Sure I could just call it ‘turning invisible’, but what’s the fun in that?

I didn’t expect him to be home so soon. I had been searching every crevice for a loose end. Nothing. That’s when I heard the familiar whoosh of a gravitational pull. He’s home. I supposed I could take advantage of the situation and see if he slips up if he thinks he’s alone. Terrible idea.

I waited anxiously as Nolan scanned the living area, eyes glancing at me but eventually faltering as if I didn’t exist. It was a relief knowing he couldn’t see me. His cape swished behind him as he turned, brushing off the thought as he took a step toward the kitchen.

I celebrated my victory too soon as I exhaled lightly in relief. It was as if he caught wind of my breath. In an instant, he appeared before me, lifting me off the ground from my throat as I revealed my appearance.

“Cecil,” he declared. His grip on my throat tightened, closing my airways.

“N-no! He doesn’t… know I’m here,” I struggled as he strangled me.

“Liar,” he accused, not letting his guard down.

“Wait, please!” I begged as I clawed at the sleeves of his suit. His eyebrow lifted at the tone in my voice, throwing me against the wall by the stairs. He hovered, awaiting for an explanation.

I coughed momentarily, regaining my composure as I sat up against the wall. “I wandered, okay? I thought I could figure it out on my own… I know what you did.”

His expression hardened as he lowered himself to towering over me. “You’re treading on thin ice.”

“I don’t have proof!” I admitted. “Debbie. Your wife, she’s conspiring against you. I heard her voice her concerns to Cecil and-”

“And?” He shouted.

“And they’re planning to send agents to take you down.”

“As if they could,” he scoffed.

“It’s stupid, but true.”

He leaned down to my level, caressing my face as he forced me to look up at him.

“They sent you? To kill me?”

“N-no…” I nervously replied. “I’m here because they wanted to wait it out. Give time to plan and prepare, but I couldn’t just sit and do nothing.

“And how did you think that would go, sweetheart?” I cringed at the nickname he used.

“If I could find your weakness, I could inform them on how to properly take you down,” I stated without hesitation. What did I have to lose at this point. I was already caught. I’m as good as dead.

I watched him shut his eyes in frustration, breathing in deeply before sighing. His grip on my chin loosened as he stood up, reminding me of his broadness.

“Get up.”

I stayed sat, unable to find a will to move- knowing what’s coming next. But why didn’t he just decapitate me right then and there? Was it the need to regain control?

“I said get up,” I winced as he reached down to yank me up from my hair. “Your biggest mistake was coming alone.”

Nolan dragged me up the stairs as I stumbled along. He then shoved me onto the bed in his bedroom. I sat up in confusion as he crawled over me, pinning me to the mattress.

“W-what are you-?”

“Normally, I would have executed you instantly. No questions asked. No final words,” His voice was deep and gravelly, yet nurturing- in an unsettling way.

“Then why let me live?”

“It would be such a waste,” he lowered himself until his lips grazed my neck. I turned my face away from him, unfortunately allowing him more access, “…of a pretty face like yours.”

I wriggled underneath him, attempting to free myself from his hold, but it was no use.

“I could have so much fun with you,” he revealed as he trailed soft kisses along my neck, up to my jaw. How could he behave so tenderly while taking advantage of someone who didn’t stand a chance against him.

“No,” I mumbled as Nolan used his knee to part my legs.

“Yes…” he applied pressure to my core, earning an instinctual whimper. Although, I couldn’t tell if it was from fear …or pleasure.

“Please, don’t-” I couldn’t finish my sentence before he trapped my lips within his, forcing me into a kiss I couldn’t pull away from.

“There it is. Your body’s natural instinct to beg,” Nolan pointed out as he continued to rub his leg against me, creating an unwanted friction.

“I don’t want this,” I tried as tears began welling up in my eyes.

“Yes, you do,” He watched my face coil in questionable pleasure as he continued to rock against me. “You just need to into give into submission.”

I gasped as my hips unwilling bucked against him, earning a deep and dark chuckle from him.

“See? You crave it. You can’t help the arousal that’s already building inside you,” he cooed as he patiently waited for my walls to crumble.

My back lightly arched. My body was betraying me, I didn’t want this. Not like this. His lips latched back onto my skin, this time sucking at my collarbone- marking me.

“Stop,” I pleaded barely a whisper, but he ignored it. He began tugging at my shirt, revealing more of skin as he trailed downward. Eventually the fabric of my shirt tore. The lower he moved, the quicker my heart raced.

I shuttered every time his lips touched my skin, looking down as he groaned as if this was riling him up. As he reached the hem of my jeans, he began unbuttoning them- nearly sliding them off in one swift move before I kicked at his shoulder.

Nolan stumbled back at the force as I turned to crawl away, but it didn’t take long for him to lunge forward and grab my ankle. He dragged me against the mattress until my ass reached his crotch.

Disgusted at his arousal, I attempted to crawl away again. He grew frustrated, prying off my shoes and jeans as he pulled me in close once again. This time, holding me in place with his fingers on my hips.

I clawed at the sheets as the tent in his suit rubbed at my now sensitive folds, seeing as the only thing depriving me of full contact was thin laced fabric. We groaned in unison as he rolled his hips a second time. Fuck I wanted to escape, but a part of me enjoyed the pleasure he provided.

He paused his movements to start peeling off his suit. “Move, and I’ll crush your skull like a watermelon.”

I gulped, displayed on all fours as I didn’t dare look back. I felt the bed dip as he eventually returned to his spot behind me.

“Stand on your knees.”

Again, I was unsure if moving was the smart move. It was easier if he just man handled me in case I impulsively decide to run.

“Knees. Now.” His tone was impatient. I forced myself up, feeling his warmth creep up behind me as he closed the space between us. His fingers barely worked to unhook my bra. His chest was pressed flush against my back, hands gliding up my torso until they cupped my breasts.

I let my eyelids fall heavily to embrace myself. His nose trickled along my neck as he inhaled, taking in my aroma.

“Nolan, please,” it was my last chance to talk him out of it. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll convince them that it wasn’t you-”

“It’s a little late for that,” he mumbled against my ear as he began massaging my breasts- squeezing and kneading.

“It’s not.” His fingers tickled my skin. It was as if he enjoyed the fight I had in me. Taking his time, allowing my pathetic excuses in attempt to stop him. “Nolan…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” His voice was low and playful as he teasingly grazed his fingers against my slick folds. My body stiffened, unsure how to handle the overwhelming stimulation. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He breathed out.

“I don’t want to be…” I softly stated. That’s when he snaked his fingers out of my panties and aligned himself at my entrance. The tip of his cock tracing along my folds through the fabric.

“No?” He played coy.

“No,” my breathing grew heavy. He shoved his cock in between my panties and my aching core. Rubbing as his excitement leaked and mixed with my own arousal. A shiver was sent down my spine as he moved slowly and deliberately.

My head fell back onto his shoulder as I myself began to question whether or not I wanted this. Nolan only allowed the tip to enter before continuing strides on my wet folds.

“Are you sure?” He asked knowingly as I was slowly gave into him.

“Yes…” I groaned out. Not really sure if it was an answer to his question.

“Then beg.”

My eyes shot open. Is that not what I’ve been doing?

“Beg me to stop,” he ordered as he allowed himself to slowly plunge into me. My mouth opened to speak, but as he filled me- words failed me. “What’s wrong? You had no trouble begging for your life when I caught you in my home. Or when I pinned you against my mattress.”

Nolan pulled me against him as he filled me whole. He was toying with me. My body and mind were at war. He took advantage of the confusion I underwent.

“I…” Here’s my chance. He was giving me a way out. Take it. “I can’t…”

Nolan chuckled to himself as he snaked his arms around to cup my breasts again. This time pinching at my nipples. I moaned as he pulled out, only to thrust back in fully.

“Last chance, pretty girl,” he teased as he grazed his teeth against my neck. I bit my lip at every pleasurable sensation, letting my head fall back on his shoulder.

Nolan kept an agonizing pace as he continued to thrust into me, nipping at my neck awaiting for my response. I opened my mouth to protest, but to my surprise, a moan escaped my throat.

“There you go,” he encouraged as he began picking up his pace. I could no longer think for myself. He built up all this frustration, I needed to release it. I began panting with every thrust, letting him have his way with me. “Just let it happen.“

A single tear slipped from my watered eyes, running down my cheek. I hated myself for feeling good. I hated submitting to him, but here I was. Taking him like a slut.

I felt numb, but it didn’t stop the small jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins. His grunts were filthy in my ear as he forced his hand around my throat, locking my head in place.

“Oh, God…” I cried out as his cock hit my g-spot.

“No. No God. No one’s coming to save you,” he reminded as the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Every thrust was followed by the wet sound of my slick engulfing his cock.

More tears streamed down my face as his movements became sloppy. I couldn’t help but mewl as my muscles clenched around him.

“Fuck- do that again,” he demanded. It’s not like I could control it. My muscles naturally clenched as I grew closer to my high. As my body listened to his command, I couldn’t loosen the grip of my swelled folds wrapped around his length. This fueled him into an uncontrollable, powerful force as his hips jerked against mine. My jaw dropped, unable to let out any more sounds- only forced pants.

With a couple more pumps, my body shuddered as I came undone. For a moment, he stilled from my whimpers. Nolan’s hips jerked, threatening to reach his own release.

He let go of my throat, allowing me to fall forward. I caught myself, palms flat against the mattress. I felt his hand fall to my lower back. He traced his hand along my spine, pushing my head down onto the bed.

“Here.” He reached over my head without ever pulling out, bringing a pillow and shoving it underneath my chest so I could hug it. “Now be a good girl, and let me fill you until you’ve taken all of me. Maybe then you’ll learn to stop snooping in a man’s home.”

I felt his weight shift as he stood on his knees, forcibly thrusting into my throbbing core as I bit down on the pillow he adjusted for me. It only muffled the squeals I made, but I couldn’t help roll my eyes back as the new angle hit just right with each thrust.

His pace was brutal. The bed creaked underneath us, but his loud grunts overpowered it. I felt myself clench once more, this time not only finding my own release- but allowing him to find his.

I could feel him spill his ropes inside me, riding out his climax until every last drop was shoved deeply.

I gasped at the loss of him after he pulled out. It was a new emptiness, one I’d never felt before.

“You took it like a champ,” he praised in a condescending tone. I curled myself up underneath the sheets. Ashamed. Not about what had been done, but that I had enjoyed it. How could I yearn for a monster like him.

Pairings: Congressman Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS!! NSFW, language, oral (male receiving), hints of possessiveness, Bucky in a suit is a warning itself. slow burn?

a/n: I'm at an all time Bucky high right now! After watching the movie (twice) I can't get these scenarios out of my head. Clearly I was inspired by a particular song after finding the sluttiest playlist i could find. So here I am, blessing you all Bucky Barnes thirsty sisters with filthy, smutty scenes with little to no plot. Enjoy!

“Wearing a bow tie that actually ties when clip ons exist is diabolical,” I frustratingly let out as I pulled Bucky in from his collar, struggling to undo the knot of his bow. 

My back hit the door behind me as we scurried to a hidden room in the venue- away from the crowd. His lips attacked my neck as I only let out breathy gasps, fumbling with the bow tie that clung to his collar.

Following his fairly new reputation as congressman, Bucky has been dressing the part in a strikingly clean and cut suit any time he stepped foot in the public eye. 

I wasn’t complaining. God, he looked ravishing in it. His hair was worn slick back, tucked behind his ears to reveal his light stubble. Every so often, a few shorter strands would fall out of place, framing his face in just the right way.

“You picked the tux” He remarked, releasing the skin on my neck, only to press his lips against mine with need and passion. Our lips moved in sync, sloppily as I remained struggling. Barnes kicked the door shut behind him after I dragged him into the room with me. 

“…and you look handsome in it but-“ Barnes kicked the door shut behind him after I dragged him into the room with me. He chuckled into the kiss at my eagerness. “Fuck it. Keep the damn suit on,” I let out breathlessly as I shoved him back onto a couch that was conveniently furnished in the room. His smile widened as he plopped back on the couch, sitting up slightly to meet me halfway as I climbed on top of him, straddling him as I crashed our lips together once again.

I’d be lying if I haven’t thought about him having his way with me in every suit he’s worn. My self control hung by a thread, any moment his eyes would linger on my form. Whether it was a press conference, or a court hearing- I could only ever squeeze my thighs together to create the smallest amount of friction as he rests his hand on my knee.  

Today was no different. Watching him carry his hands in his pocket. The way he stood with authority and power. To know that he carries a soft spot in his heart just for me, wanting only ever to touch or be touched by me. Granted, being together for as long as we’ve been should have been proof that he’d only ever choose me. His eyes never faltered when I was in his line of sight, and still- I couldn’t help the possessiveness that creeps over when his attention lands on another woman, despite the reasoning behind it.

Barnes and I had attended Valentina’s gala to scope out the event, hoping to find hidden loopholes and/or evidence to bring her down. That also meant getting friendly with her team without being detected. Congressman Barnes was hard to miss. I, on the other hand, was free to roam.

As Barnes scanned the crowd from upstairs, our eyes locked for a moment. I too, dressed the part, in elegance. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe it was just an instinctual feeling- but our gaze locked onto each other as we craved each other from a distance. 

It’s that damn suit. It makes it harder to focus on the initiative. How could I possibly win Valentina over when he looks as delicious as he does. Our contact didn’t break, until he caught sight… of her. 

I turned to find a woman around my age, following Valentina around like her lap dog. She seemed hesitant and unsure of herself; she’d be an easy way in. Still, even if it was for the job, I couldn’t help as I watched his eyes lock on hers. Watching him play nice and exchanging witty banter, it stirred something within me.

The second he slipped out his card and brushed her arm, adding a charming smile, I turned on my heel and rushed off intensely. Barnes caught this and excused himself to follow behind me. I knew he’d be hot on my trail. I wasn’t upset. I was frustrated. Jealous? Maybe, but mainly frustrated. I needed him. I wanted him. Right now. 

I let my shawl slide off my shoulders, Bucky’s eyes immediately falling to my skin as he trailed behind me. I waited until we were clear of surveillance, heading toward a blindspot behind the scenes of the gala. As soon as he was close enough, he reached out to pull my arm. The force pulling me to immediately to face him. 

As if he could read my thoughts. As if the tension couldn’t be sensed just be eye contact alone- I wasted no time in closing the space between us and kissed him desperately. Possessively roaming my hands over his chest and tangling my fingers in his hair as if to claim him. That eventually led to my struggle with his bow tie. I didn’t care who could walk by, or who would hear in the near distance of the gala. Government officials, Val, her lap dog… I wanted to taste him here in this office. Who’s office? Don’t know. Don’t care.

As I planted myself to straddle him, I let my palms fall flat on his chest, sliding down until they reached his belt. Light, satisfied groans were exchanged. His hands began sliding up my thighs, allowing my dress ride up. My right leg shuddered under his touch as the cold metal of his arm grazed my skin. 

I pulled away to catch my breath, leaning my forehead against his. My hand eventually slipped under the hem of his pants, earning a groan in my ear as I wrapped my fingers around him. I felt him twitch underneath my touch, encouraging me to pump as his groans grew strained.

“Jesus, doll” he breathed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve been touch starved.”

"But you do know better, Barnes…” I slowed my pace, causing his hips to instinctively buck in my hands- attempting to feed his arousal. “You know how much I crave you. You know how much I need you.”

His head rolled back as I let my thumb massage the head of his cock. I followed his movements, brushing my lips against his ear as I spoke. “…and I know you’ll always take care of me. Satisfy me. Tend to my desires.”

I nipped at his earlobe as I began tracing small pecks to his jaw, down to his neck.

“Fuck…” he let roll off his tongue as his grip on my thighs tightened.

“That’s some mouth you’ve got for a congressman, Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, my mouth can work more than just words, Mrs. Barnes.” His metal arm migrated to rest on my hip as his free hand slid between my thighs, slipping his fingers around the laced fabric that covered my yearning core. My breath hitched as his fingertips grazed my folds. “But judging by how wet you are, seems like I barely had to lift a finger.”

As much as I enjoyed the way he toyed with me, I moved my hand to grip at his wrist. “Not this time, pretty boy. I want to taste you,” I uttered seductively as the darkness in his eyes deepened into a lust filled gaze. I lifted myself off of him to settle myself down on my knees before him. “I want you to remember the feeling of my tongue when you so much as smile in the direction of another woman.”

He chuckled deeply, finally realizing what had riled me up. Not that he was complaining. He was entertained, but he adored the way I felt the need to remind him who held possession of his heart. The idea that he wouldn’t fall to his knees for you. Burn the world if anyone laid a finger on you. It was absurd to him.

His immediate reaction to my words was to lean forward and lightly lift my chin to look up at him, causing me to still. Cold metal gliding across my bottom lip as he tilted his head. “She’s a means to an end. Nothing more,” he reassured. My eyes darted to his lips as he towered over me, then back up to his piercing ocean eyes.

“I know,” I looked up at him submissively. “That doesn’t change how much I long for you. How I want you to take me in every room, every second of every day like you own me. Like I’m yours… and you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, baby.”

“Then let me take you. All of you,” I pleaded, lifting myself to stand on my knees to ghost my lips over his. His metal fingers brushed a few of my loose strand behind my ear before letting his other hand participate in holding my hair up, as if giving permission to proceed. 

As he leaned back to rest on the cushions, I let my hands slide up his thighs just as he had done to me moments ago. I could see the tent in his pants, aching for attention. The sound of his belt buckle filled the room as I worked around it to free him from his fitted pants. 

My eyes widened in excitement as his cock sprung free. It leaked in anticipation, the veins hugging his size perfectly. I always forget how big he actually was. Whether it was the serum or all natural, I thank whatever gods that decided I was deserving of him. I leaned forward and let my tongue slowly stride up his length, picking up any arousal that dropped down from the tip. I was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure, revealing he was having a hard time holding back just from the kitten lick I had just provided. 

I took a few more strides, pumping him whenever I brought my tongue to restart the gesture. I teased him until his hips bucked instinctively. I took that as an indicator to take him whole. As my tongue reached the tip, I swirled it a couple times before wrapping my lips around him. His grip on my hair loosened for a moment, losing control. I looked up at him, shooting a warning glare. I wanted him to take control. To take what he wanted, what he needed. 

As our eyes locked, his grip returned to its original state. In approval, I sunk my head lower until I felt him reach the back of my throat. A guttural groan escaped his mouth at the warm and tight sensation. I hummed, feeling my own arousal start to build. Lifting my head back up, his length slipped out of my mouth as drool fell from my lips. I began wiping my mouth clean until he tugged my hair, causing my head to tilt back.

“Don’t.” He demanded. “Don’t clean up for me. You’re perfect.”

With his encouragement, I couldn’t help but whimper at his approval. I reached for his hardened cock like a toddler reaching for a lollipop. I wasted no time engulfing him into my mouth once again. Bobbing my head hungrily while pumping him in unison at a steady pace. The room was eventually filled with his pants and grunts, forgetting we were still technically in a public setting. Getting caught would not be a good look on him as a congressman, but hell was the idea of it thrilling.

“You’re doing so well for me baby…”

I could feel the muscles in his cock contract, preparing for his climax. Eventually, Barnes took over and held my head steady as he began fucking my mouth at his own pace. He was never aggressive enough to harm me. He knew how much I could take.

“Look at me.” Without hesitation, I looked up at him, searching for approval. “There’s my good girl.”

Just as he was about to fill me with his ropes of cum, a sudden vibration interfered with his focus on you. His movements halted as he gently pulled me off of him. Hand fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out his phone with his free hand. I rolled my eyes in response.

“You know I have to take this-“

“Then take it,” I wasn’t in the mood for interruptions. I was claiming this moment whether or not he had to struggle to keep his composure for work. 

“What?!” His tone was filled with shock as I wrapped my hands, familiarizing myself of the motion we had going moments before. He struggled to fight back as his body reacted to my touch.

“Take the call,” I more so commanded, frustrated as I took him back into my mouth. Barnes hesitated for a moment, groaning in pleasure before he answered the call.

“Congressman Barnes.” Such a formal greeting. So polite. So good. He tasted so goddamn good. “Mel?”

Mel?! Val’s lap dog? Seriously? They only just met, how could she have changed her mind already? With this new found motivation, I felt obligated to make him stutter. To have him crumble as I sucked him off while she listened.

“Mmm yeah…” he could barely form words. It was satisfying to know I held him in the palm of my hand, quite literally. Releasing him from my mouth with a wet, lubricated sound- I stroked him as I placed soft chaste kisses around the pubic area. Moving lower until I found the rest of him, twitching and spasming as they threatened to release. I began massaging, palming at his most sensitive parts. “Mhmm”

I moaned into it, letting the vibrations of my voice rumble against his skin as I savoured the taste of him. His breathing, if possible, became heavier. Ragged. “Yes- fuck… listen now’s not a good time.”

Finally. Without explanation, he ended the call with the tap of his screen and tossed his phone beside him. 

“Oh, fuck- just like that,” he praised. “Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t tell if it was a demand, or a plea. Nonetheless, I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I pumped him, my own hands stuttering at the vicious pace. It allowed me to watch as his face contorted in pleasure. “Fuck-"

Right on cue, I let my tongue hang as I caught his release. My hands slowed, but didn’t cease their movements until he spilled every last seed. His last moan came out more so of a whimper, giving into his euphoria. I lapped up every last drop as he twitched underneath me. Before his hands dropped from the hold he had on my hair, he pulled me up into a lustful kiss- tasting himself.

“Remember this the next time she calls, or even the next time you lay eyes on her.”

He laughed lightly, still finding the thought that I had to prove myself to him insane.

“You never leave my mind, doll.”

[Bonus Ending]:

After cleaning ourselves up, we returned to the gala. I subconsciously grabbed a lollipop that had been displayed on the desk in the office. I twirled the sweet treat in my mouth as I walked past Barnes who held the door open, waiting for me to join him.

After strutting down a couple halls, we turned a corner- conveniently running into... what was her name? Mel.

"Congressman Barnes," she stated in a relieved tone, leaving us in a confused state. Her eyes darted at his hand that rested on my waist for a moment before returning to his gaze. "I was just on my way to find you. I thought you were... you actually look great."

I opened my mouth, pulling the sweet treat from my mouth, ready to defend my relationship until she respectfully retracted her statement. "No- I mean, he looks- you look... unharmed."

"Unharmed?" Barnes questioned her concern.

"On the phone, you sounded like you were struggling. In pain, maybe? Or so I thought-"

"Oh, no sweetheart," I chuckled more to myself. "That was me."

I shamelessly place the lollipop back in my mouth as she tilted her head in confusion. "I don't follow..."

I teasingly swirled the lollipop in my mouth in an intentional manner. Her eyes found the candy trapped between my lips as she then moved her eyes to inspect Bucky's reaction. She found his eyes lingering on my mouth's movements before he caught her investigative stare. Barnes immediately turned his gaze anywhere else as he cleared his throat. He nervously straightened up his bowtie that didn't need fixing as Mel's attention was brought back to me.

I wiggled my eyebrows knowingly as I plopped the lollipop from my mouth with the smack of my lips. That's when it hit her.

"Oh, God- I'm so sorry, I-..." she trailed off as she shoved past us in embarrassment. I dropped my head, laughing at the scene that had just played out.

Eyes Don’t Lie

Warnings: nsfw, age gap, slow burn, toxic behavior, almost getting caught, sexual themes, MDNI

Summary: You and Mark Grayson are childhood friends. Growing up, you always knew there was something strange about the Graysons. At least one in particular. You grew curious and began observing Nolan Grayson closely, unintentionally developing a not so subtle obsession. Meddling your way into their family secrets, you find out there’s a darker side to Nolan. A side you’re inclined to bring out of him.

You’d think living in a world full of supes, they’d have better attention to detail than most. Could they really expect to keep their identities a secret from their community? Especially from neighbors just across the street? Childhood friends and family that grew up together?

Growing up, I spent most of high school guiding Mark Grayson out of his awkward phase. He was the only kid in the neighborhood who was friends with the “older, popular high school girl.” Our families were close to begin with, to the extent they allowed at least. Mark was a few years younger than me, so naturally I took him under my wing.

I’d have to admit, the Graysons had mannerisms that would sometimes come off a little abnormal, but I always assumed they were just a quirky family. At least until my senior year, when I had stayed up late studying for an exam. I caught sight of a man in a strange costume descending into the Graysons’ backyard. I made it a point to bring it up the next time Mark and I hung out. It didn’t take much for freshman Mark to spill his dad’s secrets the minute I started playfully batting my eyelashes at him with a pouty lip.

Years after I graduated, I kept in touch with Mark. Checking in, making sure he was handling academics, and suppressing the urge to kick Todd’s ass every time I heard one of Mark’s tales of how he earned a black eye from “walking into a pole” several times this year. Aside from being his mentor, I was also there to be a friend. The closest he’s had since I found out about Nolan’s identity.  Sure, I was in my early twenties now- but Mark needed someone to vent to. He didn’t want to worry his mom, although she was probably carrying the same burden. It almost made me feel guilty for feeling the way I did. 

After the first time I caught Mr. Grayson flying home, it was as if I always anticipated his arrival. Over time, I understood the many, MANY business trips and bizarre excuses whenever I’d question his whereabouts during my play dates with Mark as a kid.

Some days Nolan would arrive home without a scratch, costume clean just as he left in it. Other days, he’d come back disheveled. Parts of his suit would be torn enough to see skin, but hardly ever wounded. It was as if he was… no, that’s not quite right. He must carry scars from his battles- at least emotionally. Mentally. A man like him couldn’t walk away from such chaos and return as if it didn’t affect him.

Did it affect him? Did he care? Was his family enough to bring him peace? Or was he cold hearted enough to ignore the countless lives of victims that didn’t survive that they call “collateral damage.” The more curious I grew, the more I found myself purposefully looking out my window.  I’d pry my mesh curtains open, peering out the window in hopes to catch that familiar flash of red. Maybe it was much, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew I was watching, waiting for him to arrive. It’s become routine at this point. He flies off to save the world, disappears for a few days- weeks even. I’d take a glimpse out my window every so often, scanning the clouds. 

Sometimes I’d get caught by Mark, walking down his driveway on his way to school. I’d have to play it off as if I was daydreaming like some half minded sorority girl, but I was always looking out for his father. Infatuated by him. Since I was young, I’ve had this school girl crush on Mr. Grayson. There’s this gleam in his eye that reels me in. They concealed a darkness; one that intrigued me. I could never pinpoint how I assume this hidden trait, seeing as he’s the strongest superhero. He was kind and nurturing, or maybe it was an act.

Every weekend since I've started college, Mark and I would gather our families to catch up over dinner. The days that Nolan didn’t show, our time would fly with warm greeting and shared laughter, but the days that Nolan showed, there was this looming tension. Lately, every visit felt less and less welcoming. I couldn’t tell if it was in my head, but it always felt like his glares across the table were directed at me. Mark had begun distancing himself, and I was growing worried. Did we offend them somehow? 

It took a lot of courage, but I eventually found myself walking up their driveway. Before I could ring the doorbell, the door swung up with Mark on the other side.

“Mark!” I stated in shock.

“Y/n?” 

“Listen, I wanted to talk-“

“Mark was just leaving,” a deep, gravely voice cut me off. To no surprise, Nolan was peering from behind. His dark, cold eyes sending a shiver down my spine.

“Right…” I stepped aside as Mark nodded apologetically. My saddened eyes followed him as he began walking down the block, at least until I heard his father clearing his throat behind me.

“Mr. Grayson, I-"

“Nolan,” he corrected. “We’re past the formalities, you’re not a child anymore.”

“Sorry, Nolan- sir…” I stuttered, mentally kicking myself. “I just haven’t been over in so long, I wasn’t sure if-"

“Why are you here, y/n?” 

“With all due respect… Nolan. I can’t help but feel that you’re pushing us away.” I calmly pointed out as I caught him intaking a sharp breath. He stood taller than before, if it were even possible. I gulped under his intimidation. “With all Mark has been through-"

“What would you know about what Mark has been through?”

“Sir, I’ve known Mark since we were kids. You can’t be surprised that he’s vented about some things-" before I could finish my argument, I was pulled harshly inside their home. As the door slammed shut, I was pushed into it. Nolan’s arms trapping me in place as they gripped my shoulders. It all happened so fast, my heart was racing through my chest. His scowl was mean. My eyes darted back and forth between his.

“Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?” He whispered rather harshly.

“I-I don’t understand.”

“This house is under extreme surveillance. If you claim to know of any “experiences” or “knowledge”, you will be forced into a life you do not understand.”

“If this is about you being Omni-man-“ Suddenly, I was whipped forward only to be slammed right back into the door. I winced at the impact as I caught that gleam in his eyes.

“You think I haven’t noticed? Every departure. Every take off. I can feel you watching me. You’re not any more discrete than the empty house beside yours, full of agents and fail safes in case I go rogue.”

“Will you?” I narrowed my eyes. “Go rogue?”

His grip on my shoulders loosened. I scanned his features, picking up on his beard. I hadn’t noticed until now that he looked rather worn down. He must’ve just gotten back from a fight not too long ago. Possibly involving the aliens that kept attempting to invade our planet every three days. It suited him. 

“Honey? Is everything alright down there?” Debbie’s voice rang from upstairs. Nolan responded reassuringly without raising concern. It was enough to keep Debbie from coming down, but that didn't phase me. My attention and focus was locked on Nolan. This was always my favorite look on him. Untamed hair, stern expression. I knew it was wrong. He’s married. How could I possibly be fantasizing about the way he has me trapped beneath his form; his wife upstairs. Oh, how I wanted him to overpower me in a far more inappropriate manner.

“Please…” I accidentally let out in barely a whisper. I mewled for him, but I couldn’t let him know that. Could I?

“Please what?” Nolan expressed confusingly. 

“Please, let me go.” I attempted to shrug off my tone.

“So you can run off and expose my identity to the rest of the world and risk the safety of this family?”

“No… because if you keep me trapped here, I can’t promise I won’t do something stupid.”

Nolan’s expression turned from confusion, to a rather lustful one. He was probably trying to contain it, but I’ve studied him for years…

“Unless, of course, you want me to,” I teased as I slowly tilted my chin up so that our lips were hovering over each other. For a moment, he showed weakness. Letting himself linger a second too long before taking a step back.

“Don’t be ridiculous."

“Is it?” I pushed. “Come on, Nolan.” I dragged his name so that my voice stuck in his head. “You said it yourself. I’ve waited for you, longed for you. Hoping one day you’d realize how much I’ve grown.”

Nolan shut his eyes, attempting to ignore my sultry tone as I continued on.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed. I see the way you look at me.” As if on cue, his eyelids slowly revealed his ocean filled eyes. They started at my thighs, eyes roaming my form. “Every weekend. In front of my family…” I leaned in close enough to talk lowly in his ear. “In front of your wife.” 

The corner of my lips curled upward into a smirk as the shower upstairs turned on. Nolan used this to his advantage and swiftly moved us against the wall beneath the staircase, displaying his speed and strength. His hand forcing a grip on my throat, pinning me. It wasn’t enough to cut off my air supply, but a scare tactic at best. “Do not speak of my wife as if she weren’t under this roof.”

“Oh, please- I know there’s a darkness in you. Eyes don't lie. I know your thoughts have wandered. You’ve felt conflicted because you know Mark and I grew up together, but I’m older now.”

“Not old enough.” Nolan argued, but it was enough to confirm my theory. 

“You can stop pretending,” I scoffed. “The only way you would have known I was watching you all this time, is if you were peeking through my window too.”

“Enough,” his eyebrows furrowed in denial.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I teased once more before jolting at his fist crashing on the wall beside my head.

“I said enough!” I laughed in disbelief. How far was he willing to go to keep up his charade? Surely the impact on the wall made a dent, but it was also loud enough to be brought to Debbie’s attention.

“Nolan, what’s going on?” Her tone grew concerned, yelling over the spraying water.

“Mrs. Grayson?” I pitched in, earning a tighter grip on my throat. “I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz. I was just-“

“Y/n was just stopping by to bring back some of my books Mark lent her parents last weekend.” I tilted my head, confused at his statement. “She tripped and crashed the box into the wall, leaving a small dent.” Nice cover.

“Y/n, hun, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Grayson. Your husband is taking good care of me.” I winked as he nervously chuckled to accommodate to my comment. Once Debbie had returned to her duties, my attention was brought back to his earlier statement. “Mark was at my parents? So you’re not pushing my family away; you’re just avoiding me.” I self proclaimed. “Why?”

“You know why.” Nolan finally admits.

“Show me…” I tested. I didn’t know how this would play out. I only hoped- dreamed- that it would turn out in my favor. For a moment, our eyes locked. I could see him pretending to contemplate, but I could feel the lust radiating off of him.

“Fuck it.” 

My lips parted as he leaned in, crashing his lips into mine. The kiss was dominating and full of need. Pent up frustration built up over the years, finally releasing in this moment. Our lips mimicked each other’s movements, groaning ever so lightly as to not alarm Debbie. His hold on my neck pulled me in closer as his leg planted itself between mine, using his knee to make room for him. My core ached as his muscled thigh applied pressure.

Neither of us faltered from our synced movements until I gasped out for air. It was then I hissed out in pleasure as I felt my hip begin to roll against his thigh. His hand on my throat migrated to grip my chin, forcing me to look away so that he had access to my neck. His tongue trailed up my neck before sucking at my jaw. Shutting my eyes in pleasure, I found myself tangling my fingers in his hair. I panted as he rubbed himself against me, working his leg to provide the right amount of friction. In doing so, I could feel his own arousal building up as his jeans tented up. He began leaving small pecks back down to my neck, trailing down to my collar bone. 

With the overwhelming multiple sensations, I couldn’t help but moan out lightly. This quickly earned a love bite at my collar bone, reaching his hand to cover my mouth. My whimpers grew muffled as I felt a familiar coil. My head rested against the wall, attempting to hold back my release to extend the moment. I began tugging on the hairs at the nape of his nick as his bear tickled my chest. The sounds escaping my throat rose higher in pitch, threatening to reach my climax. 

Just as I felt myself crumble under his touch, the upstairs bathroom door swung open. Nolan jumped away from me, leaning back on the counter as my chest heaved and my knees buckled. I used the wall behind me as leverage to hold myself up as I caught my breath.

The cherry on top was Mark entering the front door, catching my flushed expression. I immediately turned away to hide my pleasure written face as Nolan stepped between us to cover me from Mark’s view.

“Mark, you’re home… early,” Nolan attempted.

“Yeah that… project,” we all knew that was bullshit, but for the sake of argument- “was easier to put together than expected.”

“Good, great. Listen, I think it’s time we all have a chat,” Nolan insisted. I snapped my head back in their direction, not knowing where this was headed. “As soon as your mother comes down, I think there are some family matters to be discussed. Some that may involve y/n.”

(Doctor) Stephen Strange x fem!reader

**slowburn

Summary:

Warnings: nsfw, sexual themes, language, fluff & smut

I was never one to think that dreams were more than just that… dreams. But after the battles I’ve fought, the thought crosses my mind. Is it so crazy that there are alternate versions of us, making decisions that we never made? An alternate timeline where things might turned out differently? Versions of us, crying for help with no way to reach us. Haunting us because in our reality, we couldn’t do better.

All theorized but never proven. But deep down, we know. Otherwise, how would we mistake our realities for the fantasies we create in our heads? How do we let our nightmares haunt us in the waking light if they do not truly draw life?

I've had my doubts about the multiverse. So has the sorcerer supreme himself. Wong, of course. Stephen missed a few years, costing him the title. But even so... the blip, the alien wars, the chaos we've witnessed in our most recent lives- it wasn't proof enough for us to believe that such a thing could exist. Or maybe we couldn't bring ourselves to want to believe that in another lifetime, darkness prevails to exist.

Maybe that's why terror was coursing through his veins. Stephen wasn't foreign to nightmares, especially after the accident. But something that never occurred to him, was allowing himself  to share that burden with someone who was willing to carry it. He didn't have to suffer alone, and I for one saw what no one else could. Grief. It was always mistaken for arrogance or narcissism, but I knew better.

I don't know when it started, but on restful nights, I observed his features. He seemed so peaceful when his head was clear. I learned that THE  Doctor Strange found comfort in my presence. Whether or not it was related to my ability, I didn't much care. I was at ease to know that I could make such an impression on someone as obstinite as Stephen Strange. Knowing he trusts me to help heal his wounds and share a side of himself only I could witness. A vulnerable Strange.

That's how the night began. The resting sorcerer lay beside me until I saw fit to join him in his slumber. Sometimes they last, but in this early morning, the nightmare began.

I felt the bed jolt beneath me as loud grunts began echoing throughout the room from Stephen. They were ragged and harsh. I could tell he was trying his hardest to hold back in an attempt to not wake me. But it's as I said, I knew better. My eyes fluttered open as I turned my head slightly to look over at him. His palms slid up his face to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed. I unwrapped my arm from underneath my pillow and turned myself so that I could sit up with him.

I placed my hand on Stephen's shoulder in a comforting manner, causing him to stiffen underneath my touch. Immediately snapping his head to turn and reassure himself that it was, in fact, just me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" I muttered lowly, looking up at him half lidded. I rested my chin on the hand I layered over his shoulder. He breathed out a sigh of relief, only to realize he had failed to keep himself from interrupting my sleep.

"No, it's fine. I'm the one who should be apologizing," Stephen tried but I immediately shut him down.

"Stephen, we've been over this. I want to help you," I removed my hand from his shoulder and brought it to caress the opposite side of his face. Gently pulling him to face me, I made sure his eyes were set on mine. "You're not alone."

He smiled sadly in return. Placing his hand over mine and shutting his eyes to take in my warmth. I smiled at the gesture, bringing him to rest his forehead on mine. It didn't take long before flashes of the dream that caused him to be so frightened appeared in my head. Pulling away on instinct, my eyes shot open at the torment. Immediately, I read the regret in his expression.

"You shouldn't have to use it on me. I shouldn't have to put you through this time and time again-," Stephen declared, eyes unable to meet mine. He had pulled away from my touch, standing from the bed.

It had become routine. On sleepless nights, I’d take his pain, his anxiety, his fears. For only a moment, after I’d soaked in all his emotions, everything would hit all at once. It was stronger than whoever I adapted it from. But it only lasted seconds. Beyond that, I’d free us both from it. However, Stephen wasn’t a fan of sacrificing my well-being for the sake of his.

"This is my choice, Stephen," I reached out for him, but he only took a step further. "You know I can take it away," I argued as I stayed sat on my knees, not leaving the bed.

"At what cost?"

"Your serenity," I defended. This earned a moment of silence and glares from one another until he broke it with a scoff.

"That's not enough."

I tilted my head as he looked away, stopping at the bedside table where his broken watch laid. I caught this and exhaled deeply, needing to look anywhere else. Maybe it was the sadness in his eyes or the guilt in his heart, but I couldn't watch him do this to himself. It broke my heart.

"Stephen, I made a promise to you," he refused to turn back to look at me, but I didn't mind. All he needed to do was listen. "I swore that no matter how bad it got, I wouldn't turn my back on you. That no amount of pain and suffering would ever be too much for me because I had you. We're in this together. And I'm not leaving you."

I must've caught his attention because he seemed to have finally reconnected his eyes with mine. A small smile began to form on my face as he started to let his guard down once again.

"You can push me away all you want, but you know that I can see right through your stubborn act. You need me. Just as much as I need you," I stood on my knees, sliding my hands up his strong, defined arms. "Because you love me," I whispered as my hands reached to cup his face. My eyes darted back and forth between his.

"I'm just... afraid," he began. "...afraid you'll see me for the monster I am. Afraid you'll run off to find someone better; someone capable of being mentally and emotionally available to you-"

"Stephen..."

"Someone who can offer you what you deserve-"

"Stephen."

"(y/n)."

I took a moment to make sure he heard me straight and clear. Looking down at his puppy eyes, I finally declared, "I'm not her."

Stephen dropped his head to rest on my shoulder, allowing me to wrap my arms around him as he did the same. "I know, I'm sorry."

"Stop trying to apologize for moments you cannot control. Just..." I trailed off as a wave of endearment washed over me. I was glad to feel that Stephen was aware of my intentions and that his trust within me was growing in moments like these. "...let me in," I finished with clarity. We both knew I wasn't just speaking figuratively. "Let me in, Stephen," I began to lower my voice rather seductively. "I can help you."

I began to lower myself back on the bed as I pulled him to sit beside me once again. His eyes glued to mine as I lightly pushed him to lean against the headboard. Straddling him, I became aware of his scarred, trembling hands trailing up my things until they caught on my hips. "I want this," I reminded him as I lifted his chin by my finger.

"(y/n), I..." he trailed off as I antagonized him by slowly unbuttoning my shirt, or rather his shirt. I had found it a lot comfier to sleep in his more loose button-ups. And to this, Stephen never rebutted- seeing as in situations like this, it was more... convenient.

"You... what?" I teased, well aware of the effect I had on him as I let the fabric slide off my shoulders. I watched his eyes follow the skin that revealed itself until my shoulders were bare, but still allowing the piece of clothing to hang from me.

"I don't... want to hurt you," he took pauses to help himself concentrate on his train of thought. I leaned forward enough to ghost my lips just before his. Needing him to prove my point, I hovered in place. Thrusting my hips forward, I felt him growing beneath me. I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan. Bringing my eyes back to his, I felt him lean forward to connect our lips, but I only inched away.

"You could never hurt me," I disclosed. I began to rock my hips back and forth. Gently. Slowly. I could feel his eyes stuck on my reaction to the friction I was receiving with my movements. I then felt his fingertips dig into my hips to get me closer. "Oh, god..."

"(y/n)..." he muttered under his breath as he began trailing his lips up my neck. I giggled at the sensation of his trimmed facial hair tickling my skin.

"That's it..." I breathed out, encouraging him to give in. I could feel the vibrations of his groans on my neck, confirming just how much he was enjoying it. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he searched for my sweet spot. I bit my lip when he had finally discovered it, nipping at the vein. I began to moan out louder as he added his own thrusts. Now stimulated with a great amount of pleasure, I lightly tugged at his hair to bring him face to face with me. He smiled at my dazed look, earning an eye roll in return. Leaning forward, I nearly attached my lips to his until I uttered my last full sentence. "Let me make you feel good."

With that our lips crashed in a desperate yet passionate kiss. I quickly discarded the shirt that had been resting on my arms and let his hands roam my body. I granted Stephen access as our tongues fought for dominance. It wasn't until we needed more than just friction to keep us at our highs that we broke apart. I lifted myself just enough for him to free himself from his sweatpants and align himself. Stephen teased at my entrance by letting the tip glide back and forth until he had me a begging mess. "Stephen, please... I need you," I pleaded.

Unable to deny my request, he grabbed my hips and gently lowered me enough to earn an escaped groan from my throat. Letting him take control, I let my hips roll at the command of his fingertips digging into me. Sinking down further, I bit my lip to hide the mewls that wanted to free themselves. That's when Stephen brought one hand to tuck some hair behind my ear and then a thumb to brush against my bottom lip. "Don't hide those pretty little sounds from me," he demanded, lighting a fire within me.

"Doesn't feel good, does it," I snapped back, "to have someone hide from you." Stephen's hand trailed to the back of my head, only to roughly force my face just before his. Nose to nose. I leaned in to kiss him, but he in turn pulled himself away. He was mocking me...

"No. It doesn't," He let out before landing a few pecks on my jaw, reuniting with the sweet spot on my neck. I hadn't noticed that his hand also relocated. His thumb began circling at my clit as he began to thrust upward into me. My lips parted in pleasure, leaving harsh breaths right in his ear.

"Fuck..."

Stephen grunted at my little foul response as I began to match my hip thrusts to his. His hands roamed my back as our motions synchronized. Neither of us felt the need to rush our pleasure highs. As we kept a steady pace, that's when he found himself most vulnerable and open. He let his emotions run free, allowing me to soak them in. Each sensation came in stronger than the last. I felt myself clench around him at the overwhelming intensities.

"Shit, baby-" He reacted to the gesture. I could feel worry starting to consume him.

"I'm okay... I can take it," I reassured as I quickened my pace, grabbing his shoulders to steady myself. I tightened my grip as he applied more pressure to the clit. Resting my head on his shoulders, I felt that rush again. Pain. Rejection. Guilt. Horror. I accidentally let a small whine slip out, causing him to stop his movements.

"Are you hurt? Is it too much? We can stop," he grew concerned. I lifted my head off his shoulder and revealed the tear that managed to find its way down my cheek. "This isn't what I wanted-"

"I want this. I want you..." my voice cracked as he wiped the tear away. "It's only temporary. I promise. Please let me do this for you. I can't watch you wake up all those restless nights, mornings even, knowing I could've helped in the slightest."

Stephen pressed his lips together in response but refused to make the first move.

"Stephen, please..." I begged. "...please" I tried once more, this time using his attraction to me to my advantage. "please..." I grabbed his wrists, letting them glide up my torso until they reached my breasts. Guiding his fingertips to massage them until he was will-powered enough to do so himself. "...please" I threw my head back as I ran my hands behind his neck, inching him closer. He thrusted involuntarily, restarting the motion.

“Stephen” thrust

"Stop..." thrust

"Please, Stephen..." thrust

"(y/n)..." thrust

"Stephen..." thrust

I mewled out that last call to him.

"Fuck, the things you do to me..." and just like that, I had won the battle. He placed a soft hand on my lower back as he flipped me over to lay flat on the bed. Stephen towered over me as I watched his pupils darken. This was it, he was letting go. "You want it?" Stephen snapped his hips forward, pinning my hands on either side of my head with his. "Take it, all of it."

Not only had I felt the sudden breeze of negative emotions he had suddenly put upon me, but his lust overpowered it all.  With each and every thrust, I felt my toes curl. “Take the pain. Take the pleasure." I rolled my eyes back as euphoria coursed through me. I cried out to him in pleasure as his movements became sloppy. Stephen didn't leave a single moment for me to catch my breath, just pure ecstasy. "Is this how you imagined it? Getting your brain fucked into exhilaration?"

"Yes..." I began clawing at his back as if that would somehow bring us closer.

"You know what I think, I think you wanted to be trapped here. I think you like who I become when I lose control-  fucking hell, (y/n)..." he growled as I tightened around him, reaching my climax. Stephen paused his staggered movements so as to not release himself quite yet. "Oh, honey... we're not done just yet."

He raised my hands up above my head and pinned my wrists with one hand, letting the other work his way down to work against his thrusts. Words could no longer form as I let out high-pitched squeals at the overstimulation. Stephen began falling apart as he began groaning in my ear in return, sending shivers down my spine.

It only took a few final harsh thrusts for him to send me over the edge. My vision spotted as my wrists were freed from his grasp. Stephen held himself up with his arms sprawled out on either side of me. His head hung from his shoulders, daring to his hips one last buck. I whined out while Stephen pecked my jaw apologetically.

"I told you... to stop... apologizing," I let out in between breaths half-jokingly as Stephen chuckled and pulled out to lay beside me. Unable to find the will to move, I only slightly turn my head to face him. I curve my lips up into a satisfied smile and grew the courage to place my hand on his chest and raise it up behind his neck, toying with the locks at the back of his head. "Thank you. For trusting me."

Cupping my face, Stephen brought his lips to my forehead. "Thank you for loving me."

Chris Evans x f!reader

Summary: You were encouraged by your beloved to take on a big role in a film to keep the media attention away from your hidden relationship. After long days of back to back shooting, the project has finally been wrapped. You take advantage of the resting period and head home to your knight in shining armor who’s been guarding your little princess while you’ve been gone.

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, sexual themes, language, (almost) getting caught, receiving

I barely made it through the front door after coming home from today's shoot. I knew the sacrifices I'd be making when pursuing this industry, but that doesn't mean every now and then I won't come home mentally and physically drained.

I kicked off my shoes as Chris rushed down the stairs, assuming he heard the door close behind me. I practically dragged myself to the center of the room.

I plopped down on the couch, releasing all tension with an exaggerated sigh. I laid my head back after unraveling my hair from its updo, combing my fingers through it to provide some ease.

"That bad huh?" He proceeds as he walks over to the island of our kitchen, beginning to prepare some fresh coffee.

"You know how it is. On set for umpteenth hours a day filming the exact same scene repeatedly because that is the one scene in the entire production that must be perfect," I explained as the faint sound of footsteps grew larger by the second. A familiar warmth revealed itself to me as I open my eyes to find Chris towering over me. He began to to roll his hands on my shoulders, attending at my tightened muscles. "Remind me why I let you talk me into accepting this role?"

"Media attention. Less suspicion on our relationship, or the fact that it even exists."

"Ugh, right. Secret boyfriend," I scoffed out playfully.

"Wow. Didn't know I was downgraded to boyfriend," he replied sarcastically.

I brought my knees onto the cushions and turned to face my husband.

"Didn't you hear? Chris Evans doesn't have a wife. Or a girlfriend for that matter. They're all just rumors. Me on the other hand, I've got a mystery man. Oh, but how dare they speculate that it's you. It's not like we have a home together or have a tiny human being running around the house created by yours truly," I let out sarcastically.

"Ha Ha," he mocked while leaning in to peck my lips. I smiled while letting myself get lost in his gaze as he walked back over to the island and poured us both warm, creamed coffee. I crawled over to the edge of the couch to grab my mug that he’d reached out to me as he leaned up against the counter.

"I'm just glad to be home with my family,” I let out before taking a sip.

As if on cue, six sets of footsteps came running down the stairs. 4 paws from Dodger, and 2 from our little lady. I immediately set down my mug on the coffee table, hopped over the couch and crouched down to reach her level.

"Mommy!"

"Hi, honey!" I enclosed her into a tight embrace. "I missed you so much." Dodger then whimpered as he nuzzled his way between us gals. "I missed you too, bud," I reassured, scratching behind his ear.

"I got to make daddy pretty today!"

"You what?" I laughed out.

"Show her the pictures daddy!"

I looked up at my bearded husband rolling his eyes that look up from his own coffee mug. A smirk appeared as he pulled out his phone.

"This idea was originally for you, but since you weren't here..." he explained while handing me the phone. The screen displayed him with a full face of makeup, very toddler-made. There was even a bow clipped onto the center of his head, latched onto whatever hair it could. I stood back up chuckling, swiping to a few more pictures with a matching look on our daughter, as well as Dodger with a bow clipped on each of his ears. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was smiling at the camera.

"Wow, you did this all by yourself?"

She nodded in excitement.

"Now it's your turn, mommy!"

"I'm sorry baby, mommy is very tired right now. Maybe tomorrow. I'll read you a bedtime story to make it up to you," I suggested.

"Do I get to pick the story?"

I lifted my finger to my chin, pretending to consider the option. "Mmm- yes!"

"Deal!" Our little minion ran up to her room with Dodger close behind.

"Are you sure? I can tuck her in so you can get some rest." Chris suggested. I caressed his face as his arms wrapped around me.

"I'll be fine," I pecked his lips once more before heading upstairs.

***

I made it back downstairs in loungewear to find Evans working on his laptop. He's been focused on "A Starting Point" for quite some time, even more so since it's officially been launched. I've been lucky to find someone who's using his platform to make a difference in the world. Otherwise, what good is what we do.

"The gremlin has fallen into a slumber," I joked as I walked around the couch, sitting beside Chris. He shuts the laptop and leans back in a comfortable position. It's been a while since I've been able to lay my head on his chest with his arm stretched out around me.

"That was fast."

"Your little princess makeover day must've tuckered her out," I chuckled. "Unfortunately, I am now wide awake."

"What happened to your exhaustion from working umpteenth hours a day."

"I feel it, physically. But my mind doesn't seem to agree."

"What do you mean?"

"A part of me wants to just give in to that exhaustion and take advantage of these next couple of days off. But the other part of me wants to take advantage of the time I have with you. Everything is hectic right now and when I'm home I'm always catching up on sleep."

"And that's well deserved."

"Yes, but that also means less time is spent with you. I miss you," I sat up so that I was able to look at him. His hand caresses my face as it traces under my jawline. He reaches my chin with his thumb gliding across my bottom lip. His eyes darting down at them as I leaned forward. His hand found its way to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. Our lips moved in sync as I moved over to straddle myself onto him.

"I miss you too," Chris let out in between breaths as he moved his hands down to each of my legs. His hands slowly gliding up my thighs as our kiss intensified. Finally making their way to my hips, pulling me in causing me to grind against him. My breath caught in my throat, holding back the moan I wanted to let out. His lips trailed down to my neck as he encouraged me to keep grinding. I moved one hand to be entangled in his hair as I used the other to grip on the couch behind him. The more I rocked back and forth, the more I felt him grow beneath me. This increased the friction I needed to let a small moan escape my throat, right into his ear. Chris groaned in response, bucking his hips to gain that satisfaction. I couldn't help the noises I tried so hard to keep quiet.

"You're gonna have to be more subtle," he chuckled. " You don't want to wake her, do you?" Chris whispered huskily as his breaths grew heavier with every movement. I nodded in response and bit my lip to keep quiet. It wasn't until I heard the youngin calling out for me that I immediately jumped off of Chris as he placed a pillow over the tent that was now formed underneath his sweatpants. I smiled coyly as she appeared at the bottom of the staircase.

"What's wrong?" I provoked. She walked around to plant herself in front of us.

"I'm thirsty."

I let out a sigh of relief, thinking we had been the reason she had awoken.

"How about I bring you a glass of warm milk? Does that sound good?"

She nodded, rubbing her eyes as she was clearly half asleep.

"I'll be up in a minute okay?"

She took that as a sign to walk back up to her room allowing Chris to pull me back over him.

"What are you-" Before I could finish that thought, he trapped my lips in a lustful kiss. I found myself grinding into him once again. Only this time, his hands were hooked onto my hips. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. But the obvious answer was that I didn’t.

"Chris," I moaned out lowly.

"I know," he let out with grunts. His lips trailed across my neck, searching for the spot that would cause my breath to hitch. I threw my head back as his hands snuck their way into my shorts and underneath the laced fabric, needing him to reach the place I ache for most. My eyes shut in pleasure as his fingers brushed against my folds teasingly. He pulled away from the crook of my neck as he watched my lips part. I instinctively gripped at his wrist as he applied more pressure with circular motions.

I brought one hand up his chest, leaning forward to connect our lips. I let myself get lost in the motion as our lips moved in sync. Just as I was distracted, he slipped a finger into me causing me to gasp. He used this as a gateway to slip his tongue into my mouth, not letting a single moment go to waste. I whined into his mouth as he picked up his pace. Chris grunted in approval, inserting another finger. I pulled away from his kiss, biting my lip in satisfaction.

I rocked my hips against his hand as he continued to thrust into me. He could tell I was reaching my high by the whimpers I failed to keep from escaping my throat. The closer I felt to my climax, the louder I began to moan. Without a second thought, Chris used his free hand to pull me in by my throat into a wanting, passionate kiss. He pumped faster, knowing the sounds that came out of my mouth would now be trapped within his. His hand snaked around to tangle in my hair to deepen our kiss as I gripped at his wrist that was currently thrusting into me, signaling that I'd reached my high.

"Oh God..." I whimpered as I rested my forehead on his. His movements slowed down as I rode out my high.

"Relaxed enough?" He smiled into his comment while all I could let out was a nod. I bit my lip for the last time as his fingers slipped out, causing a slight gasp at the loss.

"I should umm..." I tried forming words while catching my breath. "I should attend to our daughter before she gets suspicious," I smiled as I leaned in for a quick peck.

Before I could lift myself off of him, Chris pulled me back and locked me into a longer kiss. This one more slow and heartfelt as he slowly laid me back on the couch, parting once I’d reached a comfortable position.

"I got her."