Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
You tried to look inside the building while maintaining your distance at the bottom of the stairs. “Give me a second.” The man walked inside the apartment, leaving the door ajar. You stood there a little embarrassed, feeling extremely out of place. ‘This would probably be the stupidest way to get kidnapped’, you thought to yourself, holding Bjorn’s leash tighter, hoping the gigantic dog would discourage them from taking you.
You could hear mumbling inside, “no… noo… you are a doctor. Help her… she seems nice… just help her.” The door opened again, and a tall well-groomed, handsome man stood there, wearing the same intriguing clothes as the other. You shifted your weight between your feet, unsure whether this was the doctor the other men had spoken of.
“Wong has told me you hurt your shoulder. Do you need any help?” He spoke stoically, almost mechanically; however, you could feel a faint hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, I am okay. He told me he knew a doctor and that maybe my shoulder was dislocated. Are you the doctor?” You asked, feeling extra self-conscious about your looks now that this handsome stoic man was looking at you from the top of the stairs.
“Oh, yes, I am the doctor. Call me Stephen. I would be happy to give your shoulder a look. However, I guess you would have to come inside for that,” he sighed, looking down at you, “and I am not sure how comfortable you are with coming inside a stranger’s house.” The message was loud and clear as he obviously found this request a waste of his time. You felt instantly more uneasy, as he seemed bothered by your presence.
“It’s okay. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it. Thank you and sorry for bothering you.” You decided to leave, unwilling to let the doctor continue to make you feel uncomfortable. You started to walk away, missing the disapproving shove Wong gave the doctor.
“I am sorry. I think I unintentionally came out as rude. Give me one second.” Stephen walked behind you, and Wong followed. “I will just give it a look here. Wong, can you hold the dog?” Wong looked at you, asking for permission to grab Bjorn, and you gave him the leash. His tone had changed drastically between sentences, sounding more eager to help now.
“Can I touch your shoulder?” He asked patiently. You nodded, and he started moving your arm, trying to figure out where it hurt. His touch on your skin was delicate and surgical as he tried to come into contact with it as little as possible.
After a couple of minutes, he stated, “everything seems to be fine. However, it would be best if you tried to not put any pressure on it for the next couple of days. Although you seem to have just slightly over-stretched your ligament, it is important to be careful because you could sprain it.” His eyes were still on your shoulder as yours searched for his. He eventually backed away and stood by his friend, distant and dismissive.
You smiled at him awkwardly “well, thank you. Ehm… Wong? Could I have Bjorn back, please?” You used the name you heard the doctor call the other guy.
“Oh, I think you should let Strange walk you at least to your street. As he said, you may sprain your shoulder, and this guy seems to have recuperated all his energy already,” Wong responded, pointing at Bjorn, who was going in circles and trying to chase a wild squirrel. The doctor and his friend exchanged a look. You were unsure if Wong expected Stephen to flirt with you or just liked to put him in awkward situations, but you would not have minded the extra help.
“It’s okay. I am sure you are both very busy.” The doctor did not seem particularly keen to do it, and you were not gonna push it. Wong moved closer and elbowed him.
“I would be happy to walk you to your street. Wong is right.” The doctor cleared his throat and spat out the words quickly, looking at the street.
“Ehm… I mean, sure.” Wong gave Strange the dog’s leash, and you started walking towards Central Park. The shorter man waved at you as you exchanged an entertained look, hoping he had not just set you up for the most awkward walk of your life.
…
Stephen walked in silence by your side, his jaw tightly clenched as he tried to think of something to say. You hated awkward silences and could not understand how such an attractive man could be so inept at socializing. “So.. you are a doctor… What type of doctor are you?” You asked, kicking a small rock in front of you as you walked.
“I wa- am a neurosurgeon.” He answered, adding little to nothing to the conversation. You pressed your lips, unable to understand what his problem was.
“Wow, you don’t strike me as somebody with a god complex.” You joked, hoping it would help him relax and open up the conversation.
“Do you think all surgeons have a god-complex?” He looked at you curiously, letting the corner of his lips lift just so slightly. Your sincerity had taken him slightly aback.
“I don’t think, I know. I am the daughter of one.” You responded, kicking another tiny rock and keeping your eyes on the street. “Big egos and an even bigger need to always have everything under your control.”
He grinned, entertained. It was not the first time he had heard that. “What do you do?” He tried to change the topic. Sure your perception of surgeons would not help him impress you.
“I am a lawyer, recently qualified. I work in London.” You looked at him, scanning his face for a reaction. He shook his head incredulous as soon as you finished speaking, smiling, thoroughly entertained. You had not quite understood what was so funny.
“A lawyer judging a surgeon for his god complex, a bit hypocritical, wouldn’t you say? What brings you to New York?” You were looking at each other properly for the first time, and you could not help but appreciate his handsome features. His gaze had softened significantly since you first saw each other, offering you a friendlier, more welcoming expression.
“Lawyers are nothing compared to surgeons when it comes to ego.” You tried to defend yourself, although you knew he was right. “My best friend lives here. I have five weeks off before I start full time as an associate, and she has taken it as a personal challenge to bring me here and make me fall in love with New York so I won’t go back.” You broke the eye contact and looked at the trees.
“Well, you must be enjoying the nicer weather here.” He commented, leaving out that he had been in London visiting the Sanctum just two hours ago, “I hope to be helping her case.”
“There are places with good weather all year round that I like more,” you replied unamused, already annoyed at New Yorkers’ obsession with New York.
“So, what direction are we going?” He asked as you had been walking for a while now.
“I need to get to Central Park. I am having lunch with my friend there. It is quite a long walk, so I am happy to continue alone,” you responded honestly, slightly saddened at the thought of having to say goodbye already, just as the conversation was finally improving.
“No, it’s alright. I need to leave my house more often. A long walk will be good.” Maybe he was more charming than you initially believed. You relaxed instantly, hoping to talk to him a bit more.
Bjorn was behaving nicely. He seemed to like Stephen. You looked down at the leash instinctively and could not stop yourself from looking at the doctor’s hands. Although faded, you could see he had severe scarring on them. You looked up before he could catch string, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
“So, do you have any plans for your time here?” He asked politely, opening the conversation again.
“Not really, my friend Sophie spends most of her time at work during the week, so I was hoping to find my way around and have some solo adventures. I like doing things by myself. I feel like people don’t do many things they want to do because they don’t have anyone to join them, which is a wasteful mentality. Life is too short to wait around.” You answered, smiling without taking your eyes off the street.
“Well, if you ever need a city guide, I am sure Wong or I can show you around.” He awkwardly offered. You pressed your lips together as you smiled, noticing his intentional inclusion of Wong in his proposal.
“That sounds great; yeah, Wong seems super nice. Not a man of many words for sure, but very nice.” You teasingly specified, trying to see if he was just being polite or if he actually wanted to hang out with you.
“Well, I am sure Wong would love to show you around, but now that I think about it, he has been very busy lately. Also, I think I am better company generally, a lot more talkative.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as you had the confirmation that he was at least somewhat flirting with you.
“Oh really? You don’t strike me as particularly chatty.” You teased him again, hinting back to the initial awkwardness and silence.
Your conversation was interrupted by Sophie calling you, “Babe? Hello? I am so so sorry, but I won’t be able to grab lunch with you. There is a situation at the office. I will tell you all about it once we see each other. We can meet at home at 4 pm?”
“Ehm, yes, no worries. I am in good company anyway. See you later.” You answered, referring to Bjorn but hinting to the doctor and hung up. “Well, my lunch plans are cancelled, so I think I’ll just head home.”
“If you’d like, we can grab something to eat. You need to try a sandwich from a deli while in New York.”
“Sure! Let’s do that.” You agreed, smiling down, hoping he would not notice your excitement.
…
You grabbed the most giant sandwich you had ever seen and sat down together on a bench. You got some water for Bjorn from your backpack and a little snack.
You eventually told him your name, giggling about the fact that he had not asked earlier. The two of you spoke about music and art. You told him how much you loved galleries, and he asked you what your favourite painting was. You answered that The Swing by Fragonard was one of them, so detailed and full of hidden meaning. You could look at it for hours and continue to find new elements.
He told you he was not a huge art nerd but that Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro style had always called his attention. You asked him which of his paintings was his favourite, and he thought about it for a second, “the betrayal? The taking of Christ, I believe, is the full name. The light in the armour makes it so realistic.” You thought of the painting in your mind, thinking how the expressions of shock and betrayal had always stopped you from appreciating the realistic lighting of the image.
You continued walking after a while, lost in your conversation. Stephen was a well-travelled man, dwarfing your travel achievements. It seemed like he had been everywhere, visited every city you had and more. You eventually arrived at Sophie’s apartment’s street, letting him know this was your stop.
“Well, I should get going,” You announced awkwardly. Stephen gave you Bjorn’s leash and opened his mouth hesitantly.
“You know, I should probably look at your shoulder again in maybe a couple of days to make sure you did not sprain anything.” He tried to keep a stern expression, but the nervousness was tangible, making you smile as you felt your cheeks grow warmer.
“Wanna check it out over dinner, maybe? I pay, you know? For the medical fee?” you gave him a confident smile, and he chuckled, smiling back.
“Sounds good, but you have to let me pay. Please take it as a welcome gift to the city. I am sure you’ll have another occasion to pay back your medical debt. Could I have your number to send you the dinner details?” You smiled. He wanted to take you out.
“Yes, of course.” You proceeded to give him your number. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Doctor.” You gave him one final dashing smile and entered the building.
….
Sophie got home around 4:30 pm, and as soon as she entered, she ran to Bjorn. “Hello! How is the goodest boy in the world doing?!” She asked him, ignoring your presence.
“Well, he is okay, except he almost dislocated my shoulder and ate some guy’s sandwich!”
“Oh no! My baby Bjorn would never ever do that! He is just a playful boy. He would never hurt anyone!” She kept the baby talk while petting him. “He is so tired! What did you do to my poor baby?” She added.
“Well, he should be super tired. We walked more than 8 kilometres this morning!” You responded, moving to the side of the couch so she could sit next to you.
“Why would you do that? Oh my god. You know we have public transport here too, or how do you call it? The tube,” she tried to pull off a posh London accent, forcing you to roll your eyes.
“Well, I was first supposed to only walk to Greenwich Village, but then I hurt my shoulder, and this guy told me he knew a doctor, and well then we went to the doctor’s house, and the doctor was this super handsome man and his friend forced him to walk me back, so I walked back with him.” You spoke, trying to summarize your morning in one breath, hoping she would not hear the part where you followed a stranger to another stranger’s house.
“What happened with do not trust strangers in New York? People here are weird. I am glad you did not get killed.” She answered, alarmed. There was a weird dismissiveness in your friend’s gaze as she refused to look at you properly, keeping her eyes on the dog.
“He kind of asked me out on a date. It was more like me asking him, but I gave him my number, so we will see.” You decided to ignore her dismissiveness, knowing that if she needed to tell you something, she would do it herself.
“OH my god … that is awesome! He is a doctor too?! That’s fantastic. How old is he? What’s his name?”
“He is for sure older than us. He has some grey hairs but in a hot way. I don’t think he is old, though, he is maybe in his late 30s, but I am not sure. He is a surgeon and has a house in Greenwich, so he cannot be too young to be done with all his specialization and be making that type of money. His name is Stephen.” You said, laying your head on her shoulder as Bjorn tried to spread across both of you for pets.
“Okay, well, he sounds nice, and he walked you all the way here, which is insane. So let’s hope for the best. I found the perfect bar for us to go to tonight on other interesting news.”
…
The two of you started to get ready together and ordered some sushi for dinner. You sat on the ground doing your makeup while eating pieces of nigiri. Sophie had kept the weirdly fidgety attitude going, letting you know she was close to breaking her silence.
She finally spoke up, pausing the music, “I have something to tell you, and I know you are gonna kill me once I tell you, but like I had to wait until I knew it was okay.” There it was. Years could go by, but your best friend’s lack of capacity to keep a secret had not improved.
You looked at Sophie, putting down your mascara. “What’s up? What did you do now?” You asked her to continue.
“I am so sorry for not informing you before. You know my job, right?” She spoke shyly, sitting closer to you on the ground. You cocked your head, unsure where this was going.
“Yes…what about it? You are starting to worry me. Just tell me.” You reached for her hand.
“So… you know how I work in 'Risk Management’? That actually translates to I deal with all the fuck ups and problems the Avengers have. I am like the new Pepper Potts, except I am not gonna marry any of them.” She joked. You looked at her, not sure if she had been drinking already before coming home or if she was trying to be funny. “You know the dog? Well, that’s like Thor’s dog,” she added.
The silence in the room grew thick as she expected an answer. “Mmh mmh,” You hummed, going back to putting on your mascara, unsure what was the point of her joke.
“Is that all you have to say?” Don’t you wanna kill me for not telling you before?“ She shook your shoulder and looked at you in shock.
"Well, if it is true. Why didn’t you tell me before?” You looked at her sceptically, putting down the mascara once again before you would end up poking your eye out.
“Because we are not allowed to and I was waiting for Tony to be okay with it and I have been talking to him about you for the past weeks and he is finally okay with it. He even wants to meet you and see if you vibe with the team.” She rambled, looking at you seriously.
“Sure, Sophie, well, we can meet him after I am done hanging out with Matthew Grey Gubler next week.” You joked, not understanding where she was going with this random lie/joke. Sophie was incapable of keeping secrets from you. This was practically impossible, or it meant she had been in constant agony for the past couple of months.
“Babe, I am being serious. Whatever. You are meeting them all next weekend anyway, Tony is throwing a party, and we are invited. So somewhere next week we have to go shopping for dresses.” She stated, getting up a little irritated that you refused to believe her.
“Yep, I’ll make sure to organize a dinner with the queen of England next time you visit.” You laughed at yourself, grabbing your mascara again. Bjorn was sitting next to you, so you patted him on the head “you are the dog of the god of thunder, huh? That totally makes sense.” Sophie let go of the topic, for now, unwilling to ruin the night.
Right before you finished getting ready, you received a text from an unknown number:
'I have made a reservation for this hidden gem in the city. It’s a little difficult to get there, so I am happy to pick you up. The reservation is for Tuesday 8:00 pm.
Stephen’
You saved his number and answered quickly:
'That’s perfect. I’ll send you my address so you can pick me up on the day.’
…
The night was fun. You drank a lot of tequila and danced with a group of bankers. Sophie was a little annoyed at you for not believing her, but you just could not get over the fact that she would somehow keep this a secret from you for so long and then randomly decide to tell you before you went out. She got over her bad mood pretty quickly once you started drinking, and then you had a lovely night reminiscing your years partying together.
After you had lost the count of the shots at some point during the night, you had the amazing idea to text Stephen. A fantastic drunk idea that you would surely regret in the morning. You grabbed Sophie’s arm and took her away from the dance floor into the bathroom.
“I am gonna send Stephen a message!” You screamed at her in the bathroom, smiling like a drunk dumbass proud of your 'clever’ idea.
“OMG yess! Take a selfie in the mirror!” She cheered you on just as drunk as you. You made two terrible decision-makers while drunk.
You took a picture of yourself trying to look as sexy yet innocent as humanly possible and wrote:
'Wishing you were here xx’
You closed the messaging app and went back into the dance floor, forgetting about it completely a couple of minutes later. The bankers offered to take you guys home, but you refused, not accepting their advances. You got home at around 3 in the morning, completely drunk. Sophie took the keys out of her bag, trying to open the flat door.
“Do you need help there?” you asked her as she missed the hole at least twice.
“Nope, you are drunker than me. No chance you can be of any help right now.” She finally got it on the fifth or sixth try.
You entered the flat and turned on the lights. Bjorn woke up from all the noise, a little confused about what was happening. Sophie petted him, and you threw yourself on the couch after taking off your shoes.
“Oh man, we drank a lot. Maybe a little too much. Do you have any aspirin? I don’t wanna be too hungover tomorrow.” She answered your query with a glass of water and two aspirins in her hand, anticipating your request.
“Here, take this, and let’s go to bed.” She said, moving your legs, sitting next to you, downing her glass of water, and then dropping her head on the back of the couch. You took the aspirins and put the glass on the coffee table.
“I want nuggets.” You spoke, hungry.
“Well, you should have thought of that before we got home.” She looked back at you, annoyed.
“Well, can you not get like Spiderman to deliver us some?” You joked, causing her to punch you on the arm.
“It is not funny bitch. I am being honest with you. I have been only working for them for like two months. There was no chance for me to tell you any earlier. Come on, believe me.” She begged you, “also, Peter is probably fast asleep, probably spent the night doing math homework or something” she laughed at herself.
“Oh man, is Spiderman a teenager?” You looked at her incredulous.
“Anywayyy, let’s go to sleep.” She responded evasive, trying to get up and pulling your arm to take you to bed.
“But nuggetsssss…” you complained, standing up with her.
“Tomorrow, you can get nuggets.” She said, pushing you into the bathroom to brush your teeth
…
The warmth of the sunlight on your face brought you back to life. The killer headache took over your senses as soon as you regained consciousness. You tried to open your eyes, but the mere thought of it made you feel stupidly dizzy. Next came nausea, forcing you to run eyes closed and all into the bathroom and throw up whatever was left of the sushi in your stomach.
'What a great start to your Sunday morning’, you thought while lying on the bathroom floor by the toilet for what seemed like forever before Sophie came in running and screaming, “MOVE.”
You barely moved in time before your friend met the same faith as you, throwing up as she tried her best to hold up her hair. You crawled out of the bathroom towards the kitchen looking for water but were met by a gigantic excited puppy running your way.
“Good Morning Bjorn. Please let me go, or I will throw up on you,” you warned him as he jumped on you, making you lay flat on the ground.
“I cannot do this. What the fuck did we drink yesterday night?” Sophie grunted from the bathroom.
“I only know one thing, I am never ever ever eating sushi again.” You answered, still lying face down on the floor.
“Bjorn needs to go on a walk.” Sophie let you know, asking the unspoken question.
“Well, that is not my responsibility. I walked him yesterday, and he is your friend Thor’s dog.” You replied, knowing damn well you would have to walk him anyway.
“You may see the handsome doctor on your walk. You can go to Greenwich.” The handsome doctor… those words brought an image back to you from yesterday night, and just like that, your nausea from the drinking was substituted with nauseating embarrassment. Your eyes opened wide, and you got up from the floor, running towards your phone that lay dead on the couch.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. WHERE IS YOUR CHARGER?” You screamed, running into the bathroom to find Sophie slowly getting up.
“What’s wrong?? It is in the kitchen! Calm down!” Your face turned as warm as possible as you ran to the kitchen and plugged the phone. “What’s wrong?!” Sophie shouted again.
“Oh my fucking… I texted him while I was drunk at like one in the morning. I sent him a picture of me. You told me it was a good idea! Aaaah” you screamed dramatically, standing by the phone, hoping the pressure would make it charge faster.
“Oh fuck yeah haha, I remember. I am sorry about that haha,” although still dying, Sophie found this funny incident to be the silver lining of a shitty morning. “I am sure you looked hot,” she lied to you between giggles.
“It does not matter how hot I looked, Sophie! I was drunk! I met him yesterday! He is gonna think I am insane!” You replied, dropping yourself on the couch and giving up on your phone turning on any time soon.
“You are overthinking it! Everybody sends drunk texts to people they find attractive. He will be flattered, and if he is not, you dodged a bullet because you hate boring man.” She said, going to the kitchen and grabbing glasses of water for the two of you.
“Can you check if it is on?” You asked, covering your face with a pillow on the couch.
“Nope, still nothing.” She responded, bringing you the water.
“I am just gonna block him and never step a foot on Bleeker street ever again. I am just gonna take the next flight to London.” You announced theatrically, chugging the water after sitting up.
“Everything is okay! New Yorkers are not as presumptuous as British men. He won’t judge you for it.” She tried her best to make you feel better, giving Bjorn some food before sitting by your side.
“But he is not a twenty-year-old rugby lad Sophie, he is a proper sophisticated man, and I wanna die.” You cried out, putting your head on her shoulder.
Although minimal, the vibration of your phone made you spring up from the seat faster than you should have, as you instantly felt nauseous again. You opened your phone as if it was a time bomb and opened the messaging app.
1 - Unknown Number
2 - Stephen
“Oh my god, I have two messages from him. I don’t wanna open it, Sophie. I am gonna throw up.” You cried out again.
“Don’t be such a baby! Open it!” She said, walking to your side and opening them for you
Stephen
Wishing you were here xx
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Well, this is something nice to wake up to.
Hope you enjoyed your night out, darling. Don’t overwork your shoulder.
“See! Everything is fine! He is flirty!” Sophie reassured you, looking over your shoulder. You opened the other message.
Hey! It’s Hunter from Goldman Sachs. It was nice to meet you yesterday.
“Who the fuck is Hunter, and how the fuck does he have my number?” You looked confused at your friend.
“Oh shit, I think I gave it to him on our way out. Sorry, Babe. He was cute, though and seemed to be very into you. Keep your options open! It is New York!” She answered apologetically.
“Sophie, he is an investment banker. I would let a mass murderer rail me before an IB man. He would probably have better karma anyway.” You joked, closing your phone.
“Oh well… I take Bjorn on a short walk, and you buy us some breakfast? I don’t want you to overwork your shoulder.” She winked at you teasingly.
“Sounds like a plan. I need a baseball hat, sunglasses, and black coffee in my system.” You declared, turning around and putting some water to boil on the kettle you had gifted your friend years ago. You were glad she kept it.
…
Sunday was uneventful at best. You both felt dead inside and ate little to nothing in fear of throwing up. You finally ordered some burgers for dinner and finished them. After eating, you took Bjorn for a short walk around the block, staying away from Greenwich completely.
Monday morning, Sophie left for work early, and you had breakfast on the couch with Bjorn. After your morning walk, you received a bunch of emails from London requiring you to sign certain documents and jump on a quick call with the firm’s employment team. At some point in the afternoon, you finally took the chance to explore the building’s gym and exercise a little. After a warm shower and another quick walk with the Golden Bear, you sat on the couch watching the news. Sophie had gone MIA, and it was almost 10:00 pm. You sent her a message checking if everything was okay, but your phone started vibrating just as you finished sending the message.
Incoming Call - Stephen Strange
'Oh God, why was he calling? Like who even calls people nowadays without texting them first,’ you thought as you picked up.
“Hello?” You answered.
“Hi, how has your day been?” He replied smoothly on the other side of the line.
“All good, boring, doing lawyer things. What about yours?” You responded as a smile formed on your lips at the sound of his voice.
“It has been good. I wanted to check if you were still up for tomorrow?” You could hear a faint hint of nervousness in his voice again.
“Yes, of course, I was worried you were gonna cancel on me after my drunk messages from yesterday night.” You responded, laughing at your drunk self.
“Why would I ever do that? As I said, it was a great surprise to wake up to, and you looked stunning. I am flattered to know I occupied your thoughts while you were out partying.” You could not help yourself but smile cheekily.
This man knew exactly what he was doing. You were surprised; he really did not give you any playboy vibe the first time you saw him. I guess everyone has a little of a hidden past.
“Well, I hope to not disappoint with my looks tomorrow night.” You said, obviously asking for more validation from him as he tapped on keys that he had not before.
“Well, I hope the same too. My expectations are even higher now.” He was good. He was not gonna give you more than a taste of his advances. He knew how to keep a woman wanting. You bit your lip.
“Goodnight, Doctor, sweet dreams.” You cut the conversation short, hoping to leave him wanting for more.
“Goodnight, darling, sleep well.” He hung up; however, you could hear the smile in his voice.
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Liv’s Note
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Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
You shouldn’t have left this early. The train to the airport was empty, and your head felt like it was on the verge of exploding. Waking up in the middle of the night to secure the cheap morning flight never felt worth it at 3 a.m.
Your phone vibrated in your left pocket as you were falling asleep, forcing you to move uncomfortably to get it out as the bag on your lap weighed you down. “Hello?”
“Good Morning! Are you at the airport already?” A cheerful voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I am on the train, should be there in fifteen minutes. Are you picking me up from the airport?” You asked as your voice gained some energy. You were exhausted, but the excitement to see your best friend after so long tramped it all.
“Of course, I will! What type of host would I be otherwise? Excited to see New York?” She tried to continue the conversation after hearing the sleepiness in your voice, scared you would fall asleep on the train and miss your flight.
“I am more excited to leave London. I am only visiting to get away from this city and maybe meet an Avenger or two.” You joked, pushing the bag from your lap to the floor before your blood circulation halted completely.
“Bitch, you don’t want to meet the Avengers. 99% of the time they are around, something bad is about to happen. You don’t wanna be there” Sophie was not a big Avengers fan, but who could blame her? She lived in New York. She had to live through every fuck up Tony Stark, and his friends caused.
“Whatever, I hope I get a picture with at least one of them. I will be snooping around the city for them."
…
You talked with Sophie for the rest of your train ride, got to the airport safely with plenty of time and boarded. The flight was quick, and you slept most of the way.
You were starving by the time you went through security and picked up your bag. Thankfully, your best friend would want to grab food as soon as she picked you up. You were excited to have access to all the American food chains you could not get in London.
As soon as you stepped out of the security area, you spotted Sophie waving at you excitedly. You ran towards her as fast as your backpack and gigantic suitcase would allow.
"Aaaah, babe, I cannot believe you are finally here!” She hugged you tightly. It was like a suffocating breath of fresh air to hug her again after so long. So much had changed since you last saw each other, and although phone calls helped, it was nothing like having her by your side. She smelled like your childhood and felt like home, even after all these years.
“You look super hot! Where are you coming from?” You asked her as soon as she let go of you. She was wearing a lovely fancy red dress that gave her a corporate look you were not used to.
“Just work, I had to deal with a last-minute issue, but everything should be fine now. I am all yours for the rest of the day.” She reassured you, grabbing your suitcase. “Let’s get you some food now.”
“Great! I am starving!”
…
You grabbed a quick bite and caught up on the latest news in your life. You were both still very much single, but she was hoping to fix that. On the other hand, you wanted to stay away from any serious commitment, too busy with work. Sophie told you that she was working in some Risk Management corporate position, and well, you were about to make associate at a law firm in London. Five weeks from now, you would not have time for anything or anyone but work. So this was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy your last weeks of freedom before working in something completely different from your original law school dreams.
After grabbing brunch, you headed to Sophie’s place. She must have been making good money from the looks of her beautiful apartment in a building in Manhattan. You did not know a lot about rental prices in New York, but if they were even close to anything in London, this was an expensive place to rent.
“Girl! I guess they are paying you very well at your new job!” You teased her as you entered the beautiful flat.
“They have to. I am constantly saving their asses. They make me work 24/7, so the least they can do is give me enough money to have a nice place to crash after work.” She responded dramatically, taking off her heels.
“Look at her, Sophie Meyer, Columbia Graduate,” you pointed at the graduation pictures on her wall. That had been the last time you two had seen each other almost four years ago (or nine if you counted the time you were gone). “This city is magnificent at night, and I must say, this is a little nicer than my view in London”, you added, pointing at the breathtaking skyline surrounding her living room.
“So, although I may be making enough money to have a nice apartment is still a one-bedroom, so we will have to snuggle up together. Like the old times.” She said, reminiscing all the times she visited you in London, and you had to share your bed. “I have work tomorrow, but I should be free all weekend just for you. Feel free to do whatever you please, go Avengers hunting in Central Park or whatever,” she joked.
You spent the rest of the afternoon giving her the gifts you had brought from London and catching up on gossip about your families and friends from school. By 10 p.m., you were exhausted and jetlagged and decided to head to bed while Sophie sent some more emails.
…
The morning after, you awoke to the smell of coffee and the tumbling of objects in the living room.
“Yes. I will be there in 20 minutes. No problem. Have a good day.” Sophie mumbled on the phone while trying to sip on her coffee as she put on her heels. Today she was rocking another dress, this time a navy blue one which was flowier and had a ribbon on the front.
She ended the call and screamed, “fuck, fuck, fuck I have to go. Now."
"Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. Where are you headed to at….” You looked at your watch “7 in the morning?”
“My boss needs me. There has been some complication with a contract that was leaked to the press. I have to solve it. Ouch,” she added as she finally managed to put on her shoes.
“I will see you for dinner?” You asked.
“Yes, yes. I’ll try my best to be here. I’ll ask my boss if I can introduce you to our team. You know, I need you to move to New York instead of starting that dumb, boring job in London.”
“Yes, whatever, Sophie. It is one of the most coveted positions in London. You should be proud of me like the rest of the world is.” You rolled your eyes at her, tired of her honesty and persistence on the topic.
“I am proud of you. I just think you are giving up everything you believe in, all your dreams. You know success is great, but your values have always been more important than that. We both know no amount of money or success will fulfil you as much as chasing your dreams. You need to do what makes you happy, not what others think you should do.” She argued while putting on her jacket, “Also, a friend from work asked me if I could take care of his dog while he is away, so we may have to do that. It is only for a couple of days. Anyway, I gotta go! Love you! Please be careful out there. This is not Notting Hill! Do not trust any strangers on the street! My spare keys are here. Please don’t lose them!” she added before walking out the door.
“Byee!” You screamed as she closed the door. Although Sophie was right, this job was not per se your dream job. It was the dream of 90% of lawyers. Giving up this opportunity would be naive, and it would disappoint many people, including your parents and law school friends. This was too much pressure for you to simply not go for it. You would find happiness in other aspects of your life, in your apartment in Notting Hill, in your nights out in Shoreditch, in the cat you wanted to adopt and in the men that would entertain your evenings.
…
You got ready to go on a walk; the day was super sunny, and the smell of spring filled the apartment. You painted your nails. You did that every day. It was inevitable; at some point during the day, you would start peeling it off and wouldn’t stop until it was all gone. It was a habit you had developed through your years in uni. It was either the nail polish or your nails and cuticles, so it was a tedious but necessary habit.
Opting for a comfortable yet stylish outfit, you wore a dress with flowers. You never know when you may run into an Avenger.
You spent the day on the streets of New York, window shopping and grabbed a slice of pizza for lunch before heading to the MET in the afternoon. Galleries were your favourite place in the world. Nothing giving you more peace than standing in front of a beautiful painting. Sometimes you wished you could just meet these artists and hear what they were thinking about while painting.
…
It had gotten dark by the time you got back to the flat. You took off your shoes and laid on the couch immobile and exhausted, until the entrance door opened again.
“Good afternoon, babe! How was your day out?” Sophie sang tired as she entered the flat and took off her heels.
“It was beautiful! I went to the MET, almost as nice as the National Gallery!” You joked, making her roll her eyes. “Anyway, how was your day, businesswoman? Chasing your boss around?”
“Yeah, whatever, it was nice, I ended up having lunch with the team, and I told them about you. My smart best friend from London sounds like somebody everyone wants to meet. I don’t think you wanna meet them, though; corporate Newyorkers are not as nice as corporate Londoners.”
“The fact that you are calling any corporate sell-out nice already says everything about your judgement on people”, you answered sarcastically.
“Woa woa woa, look who’s talking? Miss ‘I will work in Banking and M&A and watch the world burn’” she spoke, throwing her jacket at you.
“Now, to the important things. Is there anyone within your team you would like to set me up with? Because I did not come all the way to New York to go on Hinge dates.” You asked, lifting your eyebrow and making an insinuating face.
“I don’t know, really. I don’t think anyone in my team is soo up their ass to be your type. Wait.. mmh… Nah, but I will ask around. Maybe they know some narcissist, tall, skinny, dark-haired asshole. That’s still your type, right?”
“Yes, indeed. I am glad you still remember,” you matched her sarcastic tone, getting up to grab some water.
“Anyway, my coworker is coming later today to drop off his dog. He will be with us just for five days. I am sure you will be happy to have somebody keep you company while you walk around Central Park. He is a cutie, a big cuddly golden retriever, so all the eyes will be on you.” Sophie let you know and then added, “but going back to what we talked about before, babe. I don’t think you should go back to London, I really don’t. You were always keen to do something good for the world and help people, and now you are throwing all of that away."
"That’s not true. I will still do pro bono work once in a while,” you argued.
“You know that is not enough, and you will be unhappy. New York is a great place for you, and I will talk to my boss and tell him how awesome you are. We help people, babe, and you could do it too. I also know quite a few people that work for the UN. You could work there too.” She answered as you both sat on the couch.
“Is this why you invited me to New York? To kidnap me?” You laughed, and she kept her serious look.
Your conversation was interrupted by the intercom ringing. Sophie got up in a hurry to answer. “Yes, yes, I will be down in a second.” She hung up the phone and started putting her heels back on.
“Are we going downstairs to pick up the puppy?” You asked, curious to meet her coworker.
“No need, you can wait up here. I will be back in a minute.” She said, closing the door behind her.
…
After 10 minutes, the door slung open, and a giant golden retriever entered, dragging Sophie in with him. As soon as he saw you and Sophie dropped the leash, he ran and jumped on your lap, covering your whole body and almost suffocating you.
“Well, hello boy, what is your name?” You spoke to him sweetly, petting his head, trying to keep him calm as he tried to lick your face.
“His name is Bjorn. It means bear. He kind of is a bear.” Sophie answered for him, and you giggled as he moved from your lap to the side of the couch so you could finally pet him properly.
“Thank you for not suffocating me, Bjorn, you cutie.”
“I have just been informed that they need me to go into the office tomorrow morning. Will you be okay?” Sophie asked. “Also, I may have found somebody I can set you up with, but I am not 100% sure yet."
"Uhm, interesting; keep me updated.” You winked at her. “This cutie and I will go for a walk in Central Park, and then we can meet you at your office?” You asked without taking your eyes off the furball.
“That’s okay. I’ll meet you there, I’ll bring lunch, and we can eat in the park.”
…
You had a quick dinner, chitchatted while playing with the pup and then headed to bed. Sophie refused to show you a picture of your possible set-up, letting you know she needed to check some things before it was confirmed. Bjorn decided there was not enough space for the three of you on the bed and slept on the couch instead.
…
Around 8 in the morning, you woke up hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on. You got out of bed, went into the living room, grabbed Bjorn’s food from the bag the owner had prepared for you two and served him some kibble. He was still half asleep on the couch but jumped up as soon as he heard his food being served.
Sophie got ready and ran around, as stressed as the previous morning. “So plan for today, I go to work, we meet at Central Park, you find us a nice place to sit down and have lunch and tonight we go out for drinks? Saturday night fun?”
“Yes, sure,” you answered while petting Bjorn, who had joined you on the couch after devouring his breakfast.
“Please take care of Bjorn! Love you!” She said, closing the door behind her as last morning.
You made yourself some coffee and a sandwich and then proceeded to sit down on the couch, turning on the news. Tony Stark was being interviewed on his decision to accept Loki Odinson into the Avengers after what he had done in New York. Stark explained how Loki was under the control of Thanos and had now shown loyalty to the protection of earth and the Avengers team.
You did not know how to feel about it. It must be so difficult for the families of the people that died in the attack. Seeing the killer of their loved one free and revamped as a hero. However, if it is true that he was being controlled by Thanos, then he may deserve a second chance. You guessed this was another Winter Soldier situation where villains are not truly villains, and heroes are not true heroes.
After eating, you proceeded to repaint your nails, going for a baby blue. Once they dried, Bjorn started bothering, wanting to go for a walk. So you went into the bathroom, took a shower and changed for the day.
“Okay, okay, cutie, we can go now. You gotta find me a man in the park or a job at the UN, whichever is easier.” You joked, putting his collar on, excited to have some company on today’s walk.
You left the flat and started walking towards Greenwich Village, looking to see a different part of the city. It was a 30-minute walk from the apartment in Chelsea, and you would take the underground to Central Park later to meet with Sophie.
Once you made it to your desired destination, you started to walk down this beautiful wide street. Although a cutie, Bjorn was not the best-behaved dog. He kept on trying to chase pigeons and wanted to play with every dog he saw on the street. Given his insistence and strength, it had gotten increasingly difficult to hold him back. Your whole upper body had started to get sore as you held tightly onto the leash while he pulled.
You took a deep breath as you finally managed to calm him down enough to stop for a second and look around. Almost as if he could feel you finally relax and look away from him, he pulled with all his strength to your side, making you trip. You tried to keep him calm, but he pulled your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain. He was uniquely strong for a dog, or you were just particularly breakable.
“Ouch, Bjorn! Stop it!” You pulled the leash again, holding it with your opposite hand, getting him to finally sit. You looked up, realising he was trying to jump on a man holding a sandwich between his hands.
“I am so sorry! He is a little too excited to be outside. Your sandwich must smell delicious,” you apologised profusely while trying to stop the pain in your shoulder to no avail.
“No problem. He is a big dog. Did you hurt your shoulder?” The man answered unimpressed, noticing how you were slouching your shoulder.
“Oh no, it is okay. He just pulled harshly. I am sure it is nothing.” You responded, looking down at Bjorn, that was now behaving properly, sitting by your side.
“It looks like it could be dislocated. That is pretty bad. I can call a doctor if you want?” He replied, taking a bite out of his sandwich and breaking off a piece for the hungry dog that had just eaten breakfast.
“Oh no, doctors are super expensive in the U.S. I am fine. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it."
"I am sure he will look at your shoulder for free. Wait, he is just around the corner. Follow me.” He started walking along the street. You did not know whether to follow him. Sophie had told you people may be dangerous in New York, but he seemed pretty normal. You prided yourself on having a good vibe detector, and he seemed nice, a straightforward guy. You started to walk behind him. Bjorn seemed to have understood he had hurt you and was walking at a better speed.
The man in the peculiar clothes stopped in front of 177A Bleecker Street and opened the door screaming, “Strange! We have a situation. Come here. We need your medical assistance.”
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wanted a woman, never bargained for you // lotsa people talking, few of them know // soul of a woman was created below (i like it)
sorry this took so long, i got horny multiple times while writing this & had to seek jesus (couldn’t find him)
most smut fics are love letters, this? this is hate mail. to stephen strange, specifically. consider this my honest attempt at enemies to lovers. pushing my three favourite agendas: doctor stephen strange, pasta and led zeppelin.
warnings: enemies to lovers, trust issues, overthinking/insecure!reader, 18+: face-sitting/riding, dirty talk, stephen’s whore mouth, pet names, hitting it from the back sorcerer style, some light bondage, creampie, just filth, okay? softdom!stephen that knows you can be a good girl if you put a little effort into it. brat taming, maybe? word count 8.5k
Summary:You have a vision to combine sorcery with science to become an even greater surgeon, you just need to convince Dr Strange to teach you. Warnings:18+ only, nsfw, foreplay, protected sex, fluff, medical terms/surgery scene WC:2.8k
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Ever since you graduated Medical School and had seen magic first hand, when Doctor Strange metaphysically broke through your operating room, you became obsessed with merging the two. You couldn’t believe your luck when you found a sling ring in an estate sale on Craigslist but you prepared yourself for disappointment when the package arrived.
“Come on, please be the real deal.” You whispered as you broke through the plastic bubble wrap and felt the cool metal fall into your palm. It wasn’t the greatest fit for your fingers but you managed to slip it on and held it up as you had seen in the many videos available on youtube of the sorcerers in action. “Take me to Dr Strange.”
A few sparks glittered in your living room but they quickly fizzled out and you huffed in annoyance. Taking a calming breath, you lifted your ring adorned hand and with the other repeated the circling motion, imagining the surgeon come sorcerer. “Show me Dr Strange.”
Summary:You have a vision to combine sorcery with science to become an even greater surgeon, you just need to convince Dr Strange to teach you. Warnings:18+ only, nsfw, foreplay, protected sex, fluff, medical terms/surgery scene WC:2.8k
A/N: remember to head over to @dilemmaslibrary and hit ‘Get Notifications’ to hear about my new fics.
Ever since you graduated Medical School and had seen magic first hand, when Doctor Strange metaphysically broke through your operating room, you became obsessed with merging the two. You couldn’t believe your luck when you found a sling ring in an estate sale on Craigslist but you prepared yourself for disappointment when the package arrived.
“Come on, please be the real deal.” You whispered as you broke through the plastic bubble wrap and felt the cool metal fall into your palm. It wasn’t the greatest fit for your fingers but you managed to slip it on and held it up as you had seen in the many videos available on youtube of the sorcerers in action. “Take me to Dr Strange.”
A few sparks glittered in your living room but they quickly fizzled out and you huffed in annoyance. Taking a calming breath, you lifted your ring adorned hand and with the other repeated the circling motion, imagining the surgeon come sorcerer. “Show me Dr Strange.”
The sparks arced around the room, completing a dark circle as it grew and you squealed at the sight of the bare chested man reading a book in his bed.
“Excuse you.” He muttered as he frowned, looking over the top of the book at you.
“I’m so sorry.” You stammered as you looked around his room instead of being drawn into the smooth muscles that were revealed as he closed the book and placed it on his lap covered by his bedspread. “I, um, didn’t mean to intrude.”
“I hardly believe that.” He stated bluntly. “What do you want?”
“You.” His eyebrow curled up and you cringed with the need to slap yourself. “That came out wrong, not that you’re not a very attractive man, you are. Oh god, shut up…What I mean is…I need you to teach me sorcery.”
His lips twitched with a hint of amusement but then he opened his book again, his dark green eyes skimming the pages quickly. “While I am flattered, I am not in the business of training thieves.”
“I’m not a thief.” You said as you stepped through the portal, the need to defend your honour surging you into his private quarters.
“You have a sling ring that does not belong to you.”
“I paid good money for this.” You argued. “Do you know how many duds I brought before I found this one? Seven.”
“Congratulations. You have tenacity.” He drawled as he rolled his eyes.
“Damn right I do, and I’ll prove it if you let me.”
“Fine.”
“I will come back every night and change your alarm until you…wait what?”
“I said fine. I’ll see you here first thing Monday morning.” He said dismissively, holding his palm up to stop you from interrupting. “And use the front door next time.”
“I’m extremely grateful but Monday morning kind of clashes with my-”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Yes, it’s just-”
“What?” He growled as he slammed the book shut. “What could be soimportant?”
“I have a paediatric craniotomy booked in.”
He sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I can’t ask you to change that now can I? That would really make me the asshole.”
“Kind of, yeah.” You shrugged with a smile, hoping to lessen the blow to his ego before you turned back to your portal. “Is that The Senses: A Comprehensive Reference?”
You walked around the portal to the bookshelf that took up the entirety of one of his bedroom walls and reached for the hardback you had wanted to get your hands on for a while. The spine didn’t have a single dent and you tutted to yourself as you realised the treasure hadn’t even been opened.
“Sure, just help yourself.” Stephen sighed as he went back to reading his book. “Not like you need an invitation, apparently.”
“Anyone ever told you that you’re very passive aggressive?” You asked as you took a seat in the dark red leather chair that matched his bedspread.
“They tend to leave out the passive part.” He muttered, but still flicked his finger at the lamp beside the chair and illuminated the page you had opened.
You chuckled to yourself as you tucked your legs up under you and got comfortable in the seat and circled your hand around the portal, erasing it from the room. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to leave now.”
“Keep disturbing me and find out.”
You pressed your lips together in a tight smile as you ran your finger over them, pretending to zip them closed as you turned your attention back to the book on your lap. You should have felt uncomfortable sitting in a relative stranger’s room while he was half naked but you didn’t get to be one of the best brain surgeons, since Stephen’s accident, by not taking risks. It was in your DNA, you couldn’t help that you didn’t have a healthy fear for the dangers around you - no risk, no reward.
A buzz at your hip was quickly followed by an irritating beep that stirred you from your slumber. The crick in your neck ached as you tried to straighten up and found you had fallen asleep in the leather chair, the book waiting on the side table with a bookmark between the pages. The lamp had been turned off at some point during the night and a woollen blanket had been laid across you, by Dr Strange you assumed.
Grabbing the pager on your hip you rubbed away the sleep in your eyes so you could focus on the message running across the little screen before jumping to your feet.
“God, I do not miss that sound.” Stephen complained as it woke him up too.
“Do you miss being a surgeon?” You asked as you folded his blanket and draped it over the chair.
“Sometimes.”
His voice was barely above a whisper and it felt more like a confession to himself than an answer to you. “Where’s your residency?”
“Metro-General Hospital.” You said as he opened a portal in the surgical wing of your workplace.
“What the hell?” Dr Palmer gasped as she rounded the corner and saw the portal leading to his room.
She looked between you and the still half naked Stephen before averting her eyes. “Dr Y/L/N, your patient is being prepped in OR 3. Nice to see you, Stephen.”
“Christine.” He nodded before pointing at you. “Next time, knock. Bye, bye.”
The portal surged towards you and closed an instant after it passed, leaving you in the sterile hallway with a curious Christine whose lips were just beginning to part.
“You don’t have to say anything, nothing is going on with Stephen.” You interjected as you made your way to the operating room.
“I was just gonna say he’s a good person.” She admitted, causing you to pause and turn back to her. “He’s just not so good with people. Be careful, I don’t want to see you hurt when he leaves you disappointed.”
“Wow.” You laughed and shook your head. “Thanks for looking out for me, Doc, but I’m a big girl.”
Your eyes burned from being completely focused on the bullet fragments in your patient’s brain, each sliver of metal slowly extracted by your steady hand until you reached the very last one.
“It’s too risky, you could cause more damage by removing that one.”
You didn’t even look at the resident, Doctor Andrews, as you continued to extricate the piece. “I am the attending, thank you very much, and I am going to remove it.”
“Is your fragile ego really worth killing the kid?” He argued and you looked up at the live iMRI guiding you.
“You said it, he’s just a kid and this fragment was pressing on his pituitary gland. Can anyone explain what that means to Mr Know-It-All over here?” You asked and saw an eager medical student raise his hand. “Have at it.”
“The pressure on the pituitary gland would hinder its function limiting body growth, hormone release and cause lifeline blood pressure issues.”
“Gold star for you.” You muttered as the fragment came free without the need for cauterising any bleeds and you dropped it into the metal tray with the rest of the shrapnel. “You can close up.”
The medical student looked like he had won the lottery as he stepped forward and you stepped into the space beside Doctor Andrews, leaning in as you watched the student begin to textbook suture the wound closed. “Damn that fragile ego of mine.”
With the surgery finished and the boy on his way to recovery you tore your gloves and scrubs off, dumping them in the hazmat bin before stepping out of the room and straight through a portal in the floor. Your heart leapt out of your chest as you fell but as quickly as it started, you found yourself landing on the soft cushioning of a bed.
“That was rude.” You frowned as you finally stopped bouncing and found Stephen smirking from the chair you had slept in.
“Consider it payback.” He chuckled and pressed his fingers together as he leant back. “That was an impressive retrieval, but there was no way to know how much that fragment would have affected him if it had been left.”
You crossed your arms defensively and tipped your chin back. “Maybe, but there would have been more risk opening scar tissue and going in a second time when they found he never hit puberty, by then it’s too late.”
“I’m not arguing, I would have done the exact same thing.” He admitted as he rose from the chair. “Like I said, I’m impressed.”
You were acutely aware that the roles had been reversed from last night and now you were the one sitting against his headboard as he crossed the room. A part of you was disappointed that he was wearing clothes this time and from the smirk playing on his lips, he knew it too.
“I get the feeling that doesn’t happen often.” You whispered as he reached the edge of the bed.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“You’re not feeling threatened are you?” You teased as he towered over you.
“That’s not exactly the word I would use.” He chuckled, his fingers rising to his cloak and shrugging it from his shoulders. “I must admit, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Your breath caught in your chest as he leant closer and you were surrounded by his warm spiced cologne. “Any ideas on how to fix that?”
“I have one.”
His lips were surprisingly cold as they brushed over yours and you reached up to run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer, deepening the kiss as your tongue caressed his. Your head fell back with a decadent sigh as he made his way down your neck, his short shaped beard teasing your skin and sending goosebumps erupting across your body.
“This isn’t exactly how I imagined our first lesson would go.” You said breathlessly as he unbuttoned your work blouse and bared more of your skin to his touch. You were trying to return the favour but Stephen had more layers than you could understand. “Why are you wearing a hoodie and a jacket?”
“I just got back from Siberia.” He answered as if it were completely normal for him to cross the globe twice in a single morning, but for him it was.
“That explains your lips.” You murmured as you ran your thumb across them. “I didn’t want to go all Doctor on you.”
Your core clenched as he winked up at you. “There’s always role play, but maybe another time.”
“Hmmm, yes, sir.” You grinned back. “Now can you ‘poof’ your clothes off already?”
“Doesn’t quite work that way, sweetheart.” He said as he leant back and pulled the layers of shirts over his head.
“It will when I master it.” You promised, tugging his belt away so you could pull his trousers over his hips.
Whatever witty remark he had on his tongue was forgotten when you wrapped your hand around the silken skin of his cock and stroked him, his own hands making quick work of your bra. Your lips parted with a soft moan when he sucked your nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it skillfully.
“Do you make a habit of spying on surgeries?” You asked curiously before his fingers dipped beneath your panties and you lost all ability to speak.
“No, you were the exception.” He whispered in your ear. “I wanted to see who I was getting involved with. I didn’t expect to find myself so enthralled, it’s quite frightening.”
“The infamous Stephen Strange fears me?” You teased, grazing your teeth over his racing pulse before he pushed you back on the bed and pulled your scrub pants off your body.
“I’m not afraid of you.” He growled as he knelt between your spread legs and trailed his darkened eyes over your body with a hunger burning in their depths. His fingers disappeared into a small portal before pulling out a condom that he rolled down his length before teasing your slit with them. “I’m afraid of what you’ll make me do.”
“Why is that?” You asked as you hooked your legs around his hips and drew him in closer so his hard length rested at your entrance.
“Because I won’t be able to say no to you.”
His fingers laced with yours before he pinned your hands above your head and your back arched as he rolled his hips, his tip easing through your wet folds too slow for your needs.
“Then don’t say no, Stephen, just fuck me already.” You begged as you looked up from your vulnerable position.
His eyes fluttered shut as he gave in and buried himself in your core, indulging himself in the sweet sound of your moan. “Shit.”
Your pussy clenched at the sight of Stephen losing the tight grip he had on his control and let himself fall completely into the moment, even his hair that was always combed back perfectly came free and tousled with every thrust into you. Your wrists fought against his hold, your nails looking for purchase across his back but he grunted as his grip tightened and he fucked you harder.
“Oh god, that feels so good.” You mewled as his angle changed and his pubic bone applied pressure to your clit when he bottomed out, waves of pleasure erupting from the epicentre.
The hold on your hands disappeared as he moved to hold your waist, pressing gently against your stomach with one hand but the pressure within your walls exploded from the touch. White hot lightning flashed across your eyes and your nails raked down Stephen’s back as your orgasm ripped through your body and your pussy gripped him like a vice. His head fell to your shoulder and his deep moan reverberated through you as he was overcome and he spilled his seed into the condom, your pussy massaging him through his release and milking every last drop.
Stephen collapsed to your side, rolling onto his back as his chest rose and fell quickly while he caught his breath. You turned to your side, propping your head on your hand as you took in every feature, including the extremely full condom he was reaching down to remove.
“Been a while huh?” You joked as he tied it off and dropped it through a portal to what you assumed was a rubbish bin.
“There’s not exactly a lot of down time between saving the world.” He shrugged. “I am particular about the person I want to share my bed with.”
“Colour me intrigued, I need to hear this.”
“Well, first, she has to be smart.” He said, his finger trailing lightly along your thigh and over your hip. “Secondly, sarcasm, that’s a must.”
“Of course.” You smirked, his finger continuing its path over your waist and between the valley of your breasts. “What else?”
“She would have spirit, others might call it pestilence, but it’s an unyielding eagerness.” He smiled, his finger tipping your chin back so he could lean in closer. “Does that sound like someone I might know?”
“24 hours ago I would have said no.” You giggled, the sound foreign to your own ears. “I don’t think I’m pestilent.”
His lips silenced any further remark as he pulled you against him and deepened the kiss to reignite the fire in your core. Pulling away breathless, he ran his thumb over your swollen lips and smirked. “I said spirited.”
Summary: You get caught using spells above your class and have to face the punishment. Established relationship with Stephen Strange. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of dead parents, unprotected sex, blowjob WC: 2k
You held your breath as you fought the urge to cry and scream after your pinky toe caught the corner of Stephen’s desk. His eyelids twitched in his sleep and you feared he would wake but he merely mumbled something incoherent before turning his head away. A small snore fell from his lips and it was then you noticed the spell book you were after was currently being used for a pillow.
You were in desperate need of the book but it was restricted to the Sorcerer Supreme and a handful of other senior spell masters, something you were not. Deciding the risk was worth the reward, you carefully lifted your boyfriend’s head up and slipped the book from its place, sliding a third edition spell refraction in its place. You slipped from the study silently as your toe ached painfully and sighed with relief as you made it back to your room unnoticed.
“Hand it over.” Your scream was silenced with a wave of his hand and you looked at the floor ashamed as Stephen stepped through the portal from his study and into your room. “You could hurt yourself performing spells beyond your control.”
