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
A huge thank you to everyone that is reading this story. You have my heart, my soul, and everything else. Looking forward to hearing what you think of the story or its improvements haha Please please reblog the story to support my writing ♥️
Request: The reader has a sister, and she has a child and asks if they can take care of her baby for two weeks, Stephen is not happy about it, but everything changes when after some time the child hugs Stephen and calls him “uncle”
“It is only for ten days,” you bargained with Stephen, chasing him around the room as he tried his hardest to ignore you. “I am talking to you, Strange.” You finally raised your tone, standing before him and forcing him to put his book down and look at you.
“The Sanctum is no place for a child,” his response was short and generical, giving no insight into his desire or lack thereof to be around a toddler. His eyes returned to his book as he stepped aside, continuing his meditative stroll through the room. You, however, did not see it like that, reading between the lines.
“So, what will we do when we have children?” The question came out in a tone more serious than you wanted it to, causing the doctor to stop in his tracks and look back at you.
“That is not something we need to concern ourselves with yet, is it?” His eyes scrutinised your face before moving again, continuing the relentless pacing. It was a delicate topic, that of children. You were somewhat on the same page. You wanted children eventually. The day, however, had somehow been frozen in time in Stephen’s mind, continuously seeing the eventually as long from now while you counted every passing year as a step closer. Then the engagement had come earlier this year, and the promise to share the rest of your lives together had been spoken into reality. Having children had suddenly become more of a desire in your mind, yet Stephen seemed to be unphased by the change.
“She is smart and well-behaved, and I already told my sister she can stay with us, so you’ll deal with it.” You answered before walking out of the room, frustrated at his lack of interest in your niece. Stephen had met her only once before on her first birthday; your sister living far away meant you rarely saw them. She was thankfully moving back to New York but that also meant she needed to look for an apartment and deal with the moving. Hence her request for you to take care of the little girl in the meantime. You had agreed instantly, not thinking Stephen would have any problem with it, but he had refused straightaway and dismissed the topic every time you asked about it.
…
The day of the little girl’s arrival came quicker than expected. Stephen had been gone for the last couple of days on a mission with Wong and Peter, meaning that you had met with your sister alone to pick her up. She had invited you to brunch, and you had discussed some of the wedding plans and any needs little Cecilia had. Cece was a lively ray of sunshine who was starting to put her first sentences together and loved horses. There was no way Stephen’s heart would not melt as soon as he saw her.
Eventually, at the end of your brunch, your sister handed you Cece’s bag and gave her a goodbye kiss. The little girl waved goodbye as her mom reminded her that she would be staying with her aunt for a couple of days. You and Cece went on with your day, eventually finding your way back home to the Sanctum. Wong had helped you bring some things she would need to sleep into one of the many empty rooms of the enormous property, making it easy for you to set her up.
After such an eventful day, she fell asleep, giving you a minute to go to the kitchen and make yourself some late lunch/dinner. As you finished preparing your sandwich, you heard the familiar sound of a portal opening behind you; turning around to meet your sweaty and dirty fiance with a smile. “Hello there, handsome,” you gave him a dashing smile as he moved towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks into a passionate kiss.
You broke the kiss catching some air, and gave him a preoccupied smile. He was usually only this passionate when something dangerous had happened, and he was terrified of losing you. “Is everything okay? I-“ you tried to speak, but the sound of another portal distracted you. Through it, Peter and Wong came out also looking pretty rough. “Oh god, are you guys okay?” you asked, moving away from Stephen, who stood there exhausted.
Wong gave you a comforting look, but you noticed a tension-filled silence in the room. “Peter, are you okay?” you asked as the boy looked down with a hurt expression.
“Oh, he is excellent. He almost got himself killed and ruined our mission, but he is perfectly fine.” Stephen answered for him, forcing you to give the doctor a fulminating look. Peter looked regretful enough; bashing him now would not help.
“That is enough, Stephen. I will make everyone dinner. Go shower.” You spoke to the three men in an authoritative voice. The spiderboy spent so much time in the Sanctum that he had clothes and an assigned room. Peter and Wong left swiftly, going into their rooms to wash up, but Stephen stayed there, knowing you would want to talk to him. As soon as you were alone again, you spoke, “You cannot talk to him that way. He is just a kid. He is trying his best.”
“He almost got himself killed. He wants to help everyone, save everyone, but he does not see he will end up killing himself like this.” Stephen’s words were filled with frustration. He worried for Peter’s safety; you knew that was the truth. He had decided to let him die once before. He could not make the same decision again. “I have watched him die, and he does not understand that. Someday I won’t be there by his side, and he will actually get himself killed.”
Just as you thought, he was not mad at the boy for the way he behaved. He was just scared of losing him. It was hard to keep in mind all the time that Stephen had to live with the burden of knowledge. You wondered how many times he had seen you go and how he felt about it, but he never wanted to speak of it. “You are doing your best, and he is doing his best. It is all we can ask for,” you finally answered, inviting him to lay his head against yours and embracing him in a tight hug. “I love you, you know? We all do, and we are so grateful to you for protecting us, but you cannot always keep us safe, and that is okay.” Your left hand caressed his back, hoping to soothe him slightly.
Suddenly the sound of the baby monitor interrupted your hug as Cece woke up, startled by your absence. “Oh, when did she get here?” The doctor stiffened in your arms, unhappy that you had gone through with your decision.
“A couple of hours ago. Wanna help me check on her?” You asked, breaking the embrace and giving him a hopeful smile.
“I am gonna go shower,” he spoke, tightening his lips and looking away from you. You sighed and walked away, still confused about his dismissiveness. The sounds from the baby monitor suddenly changed as the little girl was no longer alone. Confused, you checked the screen and saw Peter approaching her bed.
“Hello there! Who are you? I am Peter,” the boy spoke, slowly walking towards the sleepy child. “Do you need food?” he asked, and Cece nodded emphatically back, sweetly raising her arms for the boy to pick her up. You watched, amused through the camera, as Stephen left the room, feeling your heart ache from the cuteness.
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Peter helped you keep Cece entertained in the kitchen as you made dinner. He told you all about what had happened, and you finally completely understood Stephen’s frustration. The boy had been incredibly reckless, but thankfully nothing bad came of it. Peter was extremely patient with the toddler, who was just around that phase where she asked questions about virtually anything. It was lovely to see them interact. You could not help but imagine how much of an amazing big brother he would have been.
Eventually, Wong joined the three of you, instantly entertained by the little girl running around the kitchen table, singing some non-sensical song. Food was ready shortly after, but Stephen was nowhere to be found. You excused yourself quickly, asking Wong to watch the children so you could look for the grumpy doctor.
You opened your bedroom door carefully, spying your fiance sitting on the bed with his head between his hands. You pressed your lips worriedly, unsure of what to say to make him feel better. “Babe, would you like me to bring you your food here?” You asked careful, understanding how tough these missions were for him.
“Yes, please. That would be great.” He responded, lifting his eyes and giving you a thankful look.
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The rest of the afternoon went by quickly as Cece, Peter, and you played with some relics that Wong thought would be appropriate. Eventually, the boy left, and you put Cece to bed, exhausted after such an adventurous day. You checked that the monitor was working properly and went to bed yourself as Stephen was already lying in bed, deep asleep.
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You woke up startled, unsure why your alarm had not rung. The bed was empty, and the monitor of Cece’s room was turned off. You tried to turn it on, confused, looking around for your fiance in the bathroom and adjacent office. He was nowhere to be found, and the monitor was not turning on. You decided that looking for Cece was the best decision, scared she had been crying all morning, and you had not heard her.
The sense of urgency in your steps slowly calmed as you heard Stephen’s voice whisper from Cece’s room. You stopped, hesitant to enter and curious to listen to what he said, “finally, Cece, we managed to get you to calm down. I don’t understand how your aunt understands you. It would help if you spoke more clearly.¨
You giggled at the comment, deciding to enter the room. Stephen seemed slightly startled as you knocked on the door’s wood to inform him of your arrival. “Hello there,” you smiled at him as he quickly backed away from the child.
“She was not letting me sleep with her crying and complaining, and it looked like you needed some rest,” he scrambled an excuse, scared you could suspect he could enjoy spending time with a child.
You hummed in agreement, thankful for his help and aware that he would not admit to anything else anyway. “Do you mind looking after her for a little longer? I will make breakfast for the two of you.” You kissed him and waved at Cece, leaving the room before he could argue against it.
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The next couple of days were a back and forth between Cece chasing Stephen around every room while he tried his best to ignore her. He would still manage to wake up before you with the excuse that the toddler was whining and play with her, entertaining her with some magic and making her breakfast.
Eventually, he gave up on ignoring her and started answering some of her redundant questions. Cece tried her best to speak clearly to him, but the communication problems were still there. She, for example, struggled to pronounce Stephen, which caused both parties a certain level of frustration.
Eventually, Stephen was called out on a mission again. You kissed him goodbye, and Cece waved at him, saddened. Your fiance tried his best to hold onto his stoic facade as he barely acknowledged the little girl, whispering a quick “goodbye little Lilia, see you tomorrow” as soon as he was sure you could not hear. His heart broke seeing the sad expression of the little child as he left.
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Stephen’s mission took longer than expected, taking him the whole week to complete. You had been left alone with Cece to enjoy the blooming spring. Peter had not been allowed to tag along in this mission, so he joined you most afternoons for walks and to play with the girl.
Cece seemed to miss Stephen almost as much as you did, so you took the chance to teach her how to say “uncle Stephen.” It would be a pleasant surprise even if he would not admit it.
Sadly, the ten days went by quicker than expected, and Stephen had yet to return from his mission. You met up with your sister to tour the new apartment and give her the toddler back, promising Cece that uncle Stephen would come to visit her sooner than later.
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You were lying on your bed that afternoon, enjoying the newly found silence of the house. It had been a great experience to take care of your niece, and it had given you a ton of baby fever, but you could not help but sigh in relief at the peace. The sound of a portal opening in front of you forced you to sit up and smile, excited to see your fiance again. Stephen walked through the portal and towards you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, instantly scanning the room for the baby monitor.
“I dropped her off today. She missed you,” you answered the unspoke question. The doctor tried his best to control his expression, but the disappointment in his eyes could not be denied. You caressed his hand, inviting him to sit by your side on the bed, climbing on his lap to stare into his eyes. “You can admit that you enjoyed having her around, you know?” you kissed his nose, cupping his face with your hands, enjoying the long-awaited closeness.
“I barely tolerated it.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and smiling, knowing his secret was out of the bag.
“Why can you not just admit that the Sanctum feels more like a home when a little babbling creature is chasing you around?” you laughed, dramatically laying your head on his shoulder and shaking it.
“I don’t want to get attached,” he responded thoughtfully, forcing you to lift your head and look at him again.
“She is just our niece, babe. She cannot break your heart,” you tried to lighten the mood, hoping he would smile, but he lowered his gaze instead.
“I have enough people to worry about already, you, Peter, Wong. Every decision, everything I do or don’t, I am burdened with the fear that it may hurt you. I cannot get attached, or I will think of little Lilia too.”
“Lilia?” You asked, amused at the funny nickname he had chosen.
“She refuses to say my name right; I shall do the same.” Petty old man, playing games with a little child.
“You don’t need to worry about us, my love. We love you regardless. I don’t want to be a burden in your life,” you spoke softly.
“You are not a burden. I just at times wonder whether the universe would be worth saving if it meant losing you or the kid.” The honesty made his voice softer as the words left his lips like a whisper, ashamed of his admission. “That is also why I have been delaying the ‘children’ conversation. I think I could no longer protect the world once we have children. They would be the only thing that’d matter to me, just them, and our adopted son and you.” He chuckled slightly at his recognition, finally realising that Peter had already become your de facto child. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders as his words brought some explanation to his dismissive behaviour finally.
“I understand…” you exhaled, trying to put your desire aside and understand the stress it would put him in. “I was going to see Cece tomorrow for breakfast if you’d like to join me.” You tried to change the topic.
“I would love that,” he confirmed, giving you a crooked smile. You looked into his eyes and wondered how you would live without seeing a mini version of you and your lover walking around this Sanctum. You would never know whether they would get his beautiful eyes with that little brown spot on the right iris.
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You spent the rest of the night cuddling with the doctor, talking about his time away and discussing his excitement to see the little monster tomorrow. The morning after could not come quickly enough as you hoped Cece had not forgotten how to pronounce ‘uncle Stephen.’ In the morning, Stephen went out to buy some pastries to take with you, letting you know that Lilia was a massive fan of chocolate croissants. You shook your head at the information, wondering what other unhealthy foods he had been feeding her for breakfast. He reassured you that he had checked his old introduction to paediatrics book, and 26-month-olds were allowed to eat chocolate croissants.
The two of you arrived at the building at around 11 a.m., ready to see your family. You knocked at the door and were received, disappointingly enough for Stephen, by your sister alone as Cece was still asleep. She had apparently struggled to get used to the new bed the night before. You started catching up as Stephen politely asked about your sister’s moving struggles. Eventually, the commotion of your conversation woke up the little girl, who began to ask for help from the crib.
You exchanged a look with your sister, who offered Stephen to go pick her up. The doctor refused initially, joking nervously that she probably did not even remember him. Your sister thankfully insisted, and he got up eagerly, walking towards the indicated room. The little girl squealed with excitement as soon as she spotted the familiar face, “UNCLE SFEFEN.”
The doctor could not help but chuckle happily, hugging and lifting the toddler who held on tightly to the hug. “Hello, little Cece.”
“Lilia,” she repeated, confused at why he was calling her Cece.
“Lilia it is,” he reassured her, re-entering the room with her and keeping her on his lap.
“They seemed to have bonded,” your sister looked at you entertained, giving you a cheeky smile.
“Seems like it,” you responded, giggling as you observed them interact. The four of you spent almost the entire day together, and by the end of it, both Cece and Stephen were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep on the couch as they watched some cartoon. You had never seen him so soft and sweet with someone that was not you. It was genuinely heartwarming. The comical way Stephen’s head had dropped onto the couch’s backrest as the little girl laid her head against his side forced you to think of what an amazing dad he would be.
You shook your fiance’s shoulder once it was time to leave, waking him up. The goodbyes were prolonged as Stephen had to promise the little girl to come to visit her again. The doctor was equally as saddened by the separation, but finally, after forty-five minutes, you managed to thank your sister and head home. Once the door was closed, the doctor moved to your ear and whispered, “maybe we should start planning on that first baby.”
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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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Synopsis: The final part to Once Upon A Dream. You and Stephen dealt with the consequences of your action, or the lack there of.
Word count: 4.4K
Warnings: ⛔️ DARK CONTENTS !! angst, Stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship, manipulation, obsessive and possessive behavior, oral(female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (always wrap it before you tap it because consequence!), creampied, a brief moment of violence/blood/gore. MINORS DNI !! 18+ ONLY
A breathless gasp slipped past your lips. Rough fingertips grazed and curled around the column of your neck. Sweat-slicked bodies moved in synchronization.
Another powerful push knocked the air right out of you. Morality dissolved into an incoherent cry as your release inched closer. Again.
Time was irrelevant. The perpetual grayness made it impossible to know whether it was morning or night if that mattered at all.
You were roused from your sleep earlier to his mouth on your aching core, slurping and licking gratuitously at your warm, velvety heat. He was enjoying you, indulging in your warm, sweet nectar as he fisted himself. He could have woken you up with his cock delved right inside of your heat, but he took pleasure in pleasing you instead.
It was the least he could do.
If your brain was sane enough, you would have rolled your eyes. After all, you were his captive—his prisoner. As much as you despised him for tricking you and abducting you from your world, you couldn’t deny the fact that in the back of your fucked up mind, you wanted him too.
Such a deranged thing to think of when you were held here against your will, but you knew yourself too well —loneliness always had its way with you.
Stephen pulled himself all the way out once again before he pushed himself all the way in. His hands slid to your shoulders, forcing you to meet his brutal thrusts. He was pounding into you hard at a relentless pace, sending your body closer and closer to that edge you craved so much. Every reentry sent your body reeling. Your mind couldn’t think of anything else except for the way he was driving his hard cock in and out of you.
Tears smeared your face. Lips parted with pleading words, begging him pathetically to not stop as your rapture drew near. He responded with a low grunt as he leaned forward with his mouth swallowing all of your cries.
With a few hard thrusts, your body strained and convulsed underneath him. Your second orgasm ripped right through you like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks, bathing you with a sense of euphoria.
Stephen continued to pound into you until he found his own too, filling you up till he was practically leaking out. He smiled satisfactorily at the way he had you spent and tired, and all filled up with nothing but him.
He carefully removed himself as he used his elbows to support his weight so that he wouldn’t crush you. His lips found yours again, kissing you so tenderly as if you were lovers. He looked at you once over before he rolled you over to lay right on top of him. Your body was still humming from the last two orgasms he just gave you.
The stillness in the room was almost deafening by the way both of you laid there quietly in the comfort of each other’s arms–a moment of unspoken peace, which soon changed once the self-loathing began to bubble up again.
How long can this go on? you wondered. How long will the consequence of his action catch up to him? You were after all the anomaly of his world. This place was already on the brink of tearing itself apart. what would it take for it to just end once and for all?
“I love you,” he said softly in that deep, velvety voice that cut through your train of thoughts.
Strange didn’t expect anything back from you when all he did was take from you. He was quite aware of his crime, but he wasn’t ashamed of it. A lifetime of loneliness taught him that. His admission came from his heart, or whatever was left of what he believed to be love. Even if this was merely a fleeting moment among a lifetime of solitude, it was more than enough to make him feel something more than indignation.
Your chest twisted at the way he uttered the words out loud. A part of you wished you both were in different circumstances because those were the words you ever wanted to hear. But not like this, not when they were the price of your freedom.
“If you love me you wouldn’t keep me here,” you said softly back.
“It is the only way…plus, you were more than willing…”
“You tricked me.” You pull back slightly, but Strange held you there so you couldn’t see his expression.
“We were desperate for each other. I just did what you couldn’t do. You may deny it all you want, but deep in your heart, you know that I’m right.” It was the truth after all. “If there is any consolation, I will always be yours.”
“You don’t have much of a choice here, Stephen.”
You could feel his body shake slightly as he chuckled darkly. It wasn’t funny. He just found you ridiculous sometimes. After all that he had done for you, you still haven’t realized that these were all for you: tearing worlds apart, ripping reality into shreds just so that you and he can be together.
“I do have every choice. Your existence is endless across the multiverse, sweetheart.”
You bit your lips, trying to control your anger. A sudden wave of violent thought floated through your head at the idea of him replacing you with another you, who was probably more than willing to be with him. Something in you clicked and you reacted without any hesitation.
“Then have another me and take me back to my world!” You slapped his chest and tried to get off of him, but Stephen’s hand was around your wrist immediately and dragged you back to him.
“It’s quite flattering to have you act up like this but rest assured, you are the only one I ever wanted. Plus,” Strange lifted your left hand. A soft purple glow appeared on your skin. “We are bound for eternity, darling. Your life force is connected to mine, so even in death, you will always be mine.”
“Fuck you,” you gritted your teeth as you tried to yank your arm away from him but to no avail.
Strange flipped you over onto your back. You found yourself breathing quite heavily at his sudden roughness. A part of you wanted him to do more–toss you around the bed, turned you over, and fuck you face down.
You shuddered at the image of him driving his cock in and out of you while his hand pressed against the back of your head, pinning you there as he used you and showed you who’s in charge.
The thought made your pussy ache.
Strange looked at you with complacency. “Oh trust me, you did just that. We both know it too. You enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He cupped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. “I am not the only twisted one here, darling.”
You exhale shakily when you feel his hand ghosting over your aching pussy. He slowly rubbed your still sensitive clit with his fingers. You could feel your desire slowly envelop your body once more as the need to be taken by him ignited again.
His eyes darkened with lust, his lips were still swollen from your two previous sessions. His cock slowly sprung to life as it brushed against your stomach, making your throat go dry.
“You’re wet,” he said a-matter-factly. “You said you hate me, but clearly, your pussy wants me.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed which slowly melted into a low drawn-out moan when you felt him pushed in two fingers inside you. Your mouth hung agape as he began to move them in and out of you. A mixture of your breathless panting and the squelching sound of your pussy filled the quiet, stillness of the sanctum.
“And here I thought you were thoroughly fucked already.” Strange smirked as he watched you slowly losing yourself again under his touch. “Look at this—your pussy still wants me,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his two digits away from your dripping core before he pushed them back in. “You’re as greedy as ever, darling. Whatever shall I do with you?”
Words failed you when all of your nerves set ablaze. He was already knuckled deep inside you, yet here you were, too damn proud to admit that you in fact wanted him as much too. It was almost sickening the way your body simply surrendered to him this easily.
His mouth latched on to your perked nipple, licking it and gently nipping at it till you moaned out. Warmness flooded your body as you were trying to grasp onto whatever sanity left in you to just push him away.
His eyes were on you as he slowly licked over the taut bud, making it a show that only made you ache for more.
“Beg for me,” he commanded before he gently pressed his teeth down to your taut bud. You pressed your lips together, refusing to bring him that sort of satisfaction despite the delicious pain that he brought you.
“Such a stubborn girl,” he purred against your skin, sending the reverberation straight to your core. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, fingers stopped moving altogether as he slowly sat up and stared down at you. “Fine. Be stubborn,” he said before he withdrew his fingers from your sopping pussy altogether and got up to his feet.
A loud whine escaped from you as you desperately grasped his hand. “Please fuck me,” you mumbled almost inaudibly.
“I cannot hear you, darling. What do you want from me?” he tilted his head, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched you with deliberation.
You bit your lips as you glared up at him. “Fuck me…Please.”
A knowing smirk etched upon his features as he knelt down on the mattress. Strange spread your legs widely as he settled himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nestled in between your glistening folds, but he made no move to push himself in.
He watched you reacting to his teasing, smirking at the way your brows drew together in pure frustration. Reaching between the two of you, he grasped his shaft and slowly rubbed the head up and down your folds, then pushed it till it brushed against your clit, gently tapping it enough that your body twitched beneath him.
You couldn’t take it anymore as you push your hips to meet him, wishing that he would just fuck you already. His nostrils flared as he felt your wetness coat the head of his cock. He was aching to fuck you as much as you were aching to be fucked him, and the fact that you were so unapologetic about it, made his desire spurred up even more.
Grasping his erection, he fitted right at your entrance. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips as he eased himself in. Inch by inch, he moaned and groaned deep within his chest, enjoying the way you slowly consumed him, enveloping him with nothing but your warm silky heat.
“Fuck…” you uttered out loud as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, hooking your ankles at his ass as he began to push. You could feel his muscles strained and corded from the movement. Strange planted his hands on either side of you as he pumped in and out of you vigorously, holding himself in the deepest possible position within you before he pulled himself all the way out in a tantalizing rhythm.
“Yes, please, please I’m so close,” you pleaded. He grunted as he sped up his thrusts, plunging and rocking against you. Your body began to flutter around him again. Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your orgasm start to ripple through you, squeezing him so tightly that he could feel his own near as well.
His lips pulled back into a snarled, nostrils flared as he drove into you strenuously till spurts of his white, hot seme erupted from his body as he continued to delve into your warmness. All you could do was lay there. Your chest rose and fell as you watched him delve into you even if he spent the last drop inside of you.
Strange shuddered above you as he gave the last push and stayed there. His stillness almost scared you before he slowly withdrew himself from your heat and rolled onto his back. Once again, you were greeted by the sound of your panting and heavy breathing. Your body was aching at that point. So tired and spent from the moment you woke up that you found yourself drifting back into another sleep.
Time was insignificant here. The everlasting coldness and the isolation from the rest of humanity made it feel dreadful when there was no moon or sun to guide you. You had no concept of how long you have been here, and Strange refused to tell you, which frustrated you even more. One thing that was certain though was the routine between you and Strange. If you two weren’t too busy arguing, you were fucking each other till one of you passed out.
Your emotions ran higher than usual and you were more irritable at Strange. Sometimes you were crying at the slightest thing, which worried him greatly. As knowledgeable as he was in the mystic arts, no amount of research prepared him for this sort of onslaught of emotions.
One evening you found yourself rushing out of the dimly lit dining room at the smell of the food that was offered to you. You weren’t aware of it at first, but Stephen was standing right outside of the bathroom, watching you worriedly.
“Are you alright?”
You wiped your face with some water before turning and nodded, though your stomach was still feeling quite uneasy. “Just the smell…it made me nauseous,” you mumbled as you walked past him. “What the hell did you put in the food?”
With hands behind his back, Strange looked at you inquisitively. His dark brows pulled slightly together. “Not more than the usual amount of salt and pepper…”
“Oh…” you frowned.
Strange’s hand was on you, palm pressing flatly against your stomach.
“What are you–”
A faint purple light radiated under his palm. He suddenly withdrew his hand from you as if you had burned him. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but when you looked up, you realized something was wrong.
“Stephen…” You were careful with your tone as you slowly reached out to him, but Stephen jerked away in a startle. You watch his eyes well up as a single drop of tear rolled down his cheek. He was looking at you then at his shaky palm before he covered his face and began to sob in it.
You were too stunned to speak when you witnessed such emotion pouring right out of him for the very first time. You have always thought that he was callused and cold, but now watching him slowly breaking down awakened something within you.
“Stephen…” you called out to him again. “What’s wrong?”
It took him a moment to finally compose himself as the realization slowly set in. The next word he spoke though, made your stomach flip.
“You’re pregnant,” he was finally able to speak, but even then his voice cracked.
The word pregnant hasn’t quite registered with you properly as you sat there staring at him. Your initial thought was how, but you remembered that you and Strange were fucking like dogs in heat since you got here, and to be quite frank, you haven’t been safe while doing so either. To add insult to your injury, the lack of sense of time made it difficult to track your period.
“I–,” you couldn’t find any words to say. Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach before looking up at his tears and brimming eyes. “What do I do?”
Strange’s eyes softened when he heard the tremor in your voice, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you have noticed the blue in his eyes as he knelt down in front of you. You once remembered how beautiful they were by the way they changed colors under different lights. Somehow this made you yearn to be touched by him.
Stephen took your hand in his and pressed your palm against his lips. The tenderness made you teared up. You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, but for that instance, his vulnerability melted the ice in your heart, and you caved in.
“What do you want to do?”
The question surprised you. For a man that abducted you here to ask for your opinion was almost laughable.
“Clearly you want me to keep it.”
“Well, yes…it is mine after all, but…it is not about me now, is it? You are its mother…if you have no desire to be one right now, I won’t force you to do it.”
You let out an uncomfortable laugh suddenly. “Oh, that’s very rich coming from you.”
Stephen frowned at the way you responded. He was used to you cursing at him but not like this. He took a few deep breaths before he started. “My devotion is to you, and only you. Whatever you decide–whether to keep this or not, I’ll support you.”
You stared at him as more unknown emotion poured right out of you as you stared at him through your tears. “What–Are you–” you were practically heaving at this point as your lungs felt like it was being squeezed. “Are you suggesting that you can end this?”
Strange’s lips pressed into a thin line. As much as raising a child in the image of you and him was his dream, he had to accept that if you weren’t willing to carry it, there was no point. Plus, he was unsure what your pregnancy would be like in this fractured world. He has already lost you once, and his grief alone made him commit the most unthinkable acts. Losing you again would be unbearable.
He nodded, though you could clearly see his somber expression. You didn’t quite know what to say at this moment exactly.
“And if it happens again, what? Are you going to keep–” you stopped yourself as more tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.
“But is that going to make you happy?”
Stephen looked at you. He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell you that he was afraid of it as well. He wanted to tell you that the idea of it all hurt him dearly, but for a terrible man like him, happiness was unattainable. But instead, he asked you, “why does it matter?”
“Because I–” you stopped yourself suddenly, realizing the words you were about to say to him.
For that moment, you realized that through all of these tears and pain, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Even if it was in a form of his twisted version of love, he was more than willing to give his heart to you, no matter how many times you have trampled it.
Your thought was interrupted though by the sound of the sanctum door groaning as the heavy wooden door opened lazily. Stephen’s expression changed completely as he got to his feet. Those once deep sapphire eyes slowly turned gray as the air around you thickened. You could clearly see a soft glow of purple enveloping your body.
“Stay here.”
Before you had time to ask, he had already disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.
You sat there waiting. And waited.
You didn’t know how long you sat there holding your breath and trying to listen for any signs. But Then the sanctum shook slightly and a loud screaming of another male voice came from the main hall. All of your thoughts went to him. Fear gnawing at your inside as you hug yourself.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you slowly made your way downstairs where all of the commotions came from. Dread filled you with every step you took. Many awful thoughts went through your head as you peeked behind the door.
Squinting through the haze, you could easily make out the soft purple glow of Strange’s magic. You noticed a body was strung up high above him. His third eyes opened, glaring at the person before him with a menace that chilled you to your bone. A cruel smile etched upon his features. Those once kind eyes that were looking at you with tears were no longer there. It was replaced with the face of a man filled with cruelty and sadism.
Tearing your gaze away, you found another body lying in a pool of blood….Your eyes then locked into a blank stare of a face laying beside the lifeless body. Bile began to rise up before you realized who it was.
“W-wong…” you managed to say out loud before you threw up.
Stephen’s head whipped in your direction. Anger filled him as he looked at you disapprovingly.
“What are you doing here?! Didn’t I say to stay put?!”
“What is happening?” you said in between sobs when your eyes drifted to find another Stephen Strang that was strung up with his limps spread apart.
“Y/N?! You weren’t supposed to be alive in this world…You used the Darkhold to bring her here, didn’t you?! No wonder this place is collapsing on itself!”
“Shut it!” Strange growled as his fingers slowly curled into a fist. A loud scream of agony emitted from the other man as his body strained. “You have no right–no right at all to take anything from me!”
“It’s not yours! Your abuse of power is what has been causing incursions across the multiverse! That damn thing needs to be destroyed before anyone else finds it!”
“If,” he said darkly before closing his palms. An agonizing cry ripped out of the other Strange’s mouth. A wet, cracking sound filled the silence as blood splattered and poured on the floor before you.
You watched, clearly stunned at the scene before you that your knees simply gave out. You didn’t know how long you were there or when Stephen had carried you back into the bedroom.
“What have you done?” was all you could manage to ask as another wave of nausea took over you.
“Protecting us,” he said simply.
“By killing?”
“I’ve done this many times before. It’s nothing new.”
Your stomach twisted into a knot at the way he was unhinged at his own action.
“It’s wrong, Stephen.”
“He was going to kill you anyway since you don’t belong in my world. I’m just stopping the inevitable from happening! Do you not see what I am trying to do here? I’m trying to keep you from dying!” He covered his head in his hands.
“Am I fated to die then?”
The question made him look up. Pain filled his expression. “I don’t know. I searched thousands of dreams before I brought you here. In some, we were happy together, and some…we lived without each other.”
“What about this one then? I’m not supposed to live on this one. Is this why this world is falling apart? By keeping me here, you are defiling the natural order, Stephen. It’s wrong!”
“Then let me be wrong! I don’t give a damn about anything anymore! I just want us to be together. Why can’t you see it?! We can be one happy family here,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. He looked almost on the edge of insanity. “I will destroy whoever dares to defy me and try to take you away from me. I’ll rip the worlds apart if I have to.”
You shuddered as you stared at him tears fell down your face before he pulled you into a kiss. Deep in your heart, you knew you were bound to him, mind and soul until both of you perished into nothingness.
And deep in your heart, you knew that he meant every word he said too.
Epilogue:
Earth-616
“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like in another universe?” Wong asked with hands behind his back as he and Stephen walked across the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.
Spring had just begun as the smell of the flowers wafted in the air. The slight chill of the breeze made him shudder slightly,
“Hm, I really don’t think about it often enough,” Stephen chuckled softly. “Why are you asking all of a sudden?”
“Just a question of curiosity. You know, I do wonder if I’m still in charge here in another life.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”
“Do you think our dreams are just another view into our lives in another world?”
Stephen looked at Wong for a moment. If this was true, it made him wonder about his dream last night. It has been years since you were gone, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t miss you. But what he saw last night felt more real than anything he has ever experienced before.
You and he were standing at the edge of the fractured world. Cold and gray, devoid of any life. Skulls and bones lay across the landscape. There was an air of longing and loneliness. The sanctum was slowly falling apart, closer to collapsing upon itself, yet he saw you smiling warmly directly at him as if he was the sun. Then he looked down to find you carrying a small bundle you held close in your arms.
It was blurry, but he remembered a small hand grasping at his finger, holding it there. It felt real, so real that when he woke up, he felt tears dampening his face.
If what Wong said was true, it made him wonder if that kind of world was possible–an existence that was closer to the brink of disintegration, yet a new life began on it. It was almost poetic.
“Y’know. I’ll get back to you on that one.”
A/N: I really didn’t plan to make this a two-parters because I’ve never thought about how this should end. I like to leave the ending to your interpretation, so maybe this won’t satisfy you, and maybe this will. How I see it, it’s kind of their own happy ending in a way, even if it’s a sad one.
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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.”
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.”
“Why do you care?” You said as you gripped the book tighter. “You taught yourself.”
“I know.” He sighed, taking a step closer and closing the portal behind him. “But I didn’t care about my own safety.”
His scarred fingers trembled as he lifted them to your cheek and you leant into the soft touch.
“If I were any other student you wouldn’t stop them.” You murmured as you focused on his cape collar that was constantly curling up.
“But you aren’t any other student.” He sighed, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You are my everything.”
“Then help me, teach me how to commune with the spirits.” You begged as you gripped the collar of his cloak and pleaded with your eyes. “Please.”
“Nothing good comes from chasing ghosts.” He said, pulling away ruefully with a shake of his head. “Your parents wouldn’t want this, let them rest in peace.”
He struck his fingers out and the book was torn from your grasp to disappear into a portal that opened in the library. It closed before you could even try to counteract it and you turned your back on Stephen, storming your way across the room to your bed and throwing yourself down among the sheets. You felt the bedding dip under his weight and curled up away from him but he didn’t get the message.
“This is for your own good.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.” You sniffed. “I just want to say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye.”
“I know.” His body curled behind yours, his arm draping over your waist before his cloak covered you both against the cool air of the night. “You’ll be strong enough one day, just be patient.”
When you woke you found Stephen had already left and you forced yourself to ignore the pit in your stomach. There was no way you could possibly eat breakfast with the turmoil clenching your gut so you sat at your desk and opened the bottom drawer, your fingers dancing over the etched title. It wouldn’t take Stephen long to realise the book he had sent back to the library was just a basic grimoire if he checked so you flipped the pages open and located the spell you were after.
Taking a deep breath you imagined the veil between life and death, similar to the mirror dimension. Your movements flowed smoothly, the eldritch magic building and concentrating to your fingertips as golden light cast in a myriad of symbols. The air suddenly grew colder and the light above flickered before the bulb shattered, fear creeping in as you began to lose hold on the spell.
“You just couldn’t help yourself.” Stephen growled as he broke through your locked door and saw the pages open on your desk. “I told you that you weren’t ready.”
You couldn’t answer as it felt like death had a hold on your throat, squeezing the very air from your lungs as you tried to speak. “He…lp.”
Stephen’s eyes widened and he remembered where he had read to the night before, the warnings for those who cast the spell. He was not about to let your soul be the price for your mistake, no matter how angry he was. Unlocking the Time Stone from the necklace he wore, he rewound time to when you found the book and took it away so the future you had just lived dissolved out of existence.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as the air rushed back into your lungs with a deep shuddering breath.
“Forgive me if I don’t believe that.” He spat before departing as quickly as he arrived.
You fell to the chair behind your desk, feeling guilty for what had transpired and wishing you could make it right. After an hour of pondering you knew you needed to find Stephen and apologise properly so you raised your sling ring and imagined his study. Another portal was opening just as yours did and you looked at Stephen’s surprised face.
“I was just coming to find you.” You said, closing the needless portal as Stephen stepped through his. “I wanted to-”
“Before you say anything further.” Stephen interrupted coolly. “I want you to know that what you did was absolutely reckless and could have got you killed.”
Your head dropped and your heart hurt at the disappointment in his tone. “I know.”
“But, I can’t punish you for something I would have done if it were me. That doesn’t excuse you, I’m still upset that you lied to me. And, that you tricked me with a child’s ruse.” His lip twitched as he tried not to smile and he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the meditation chamber at noon. Oh, and bring the necklace your parents gave you, you’ll need it to anchor their spirits.”
Your jaw dropped and you threw yourself into his arms, his hands gripping your hips as he ducked his head down to meet your lips.
“Thank you.” You whispered between kisses that deepened with each passing second. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart. I’m only doing this because you are so stubborn you’ll probably try another stunt.” He sighed. “I just hope you don’t regret it.”
“I won’t.”
Your fingers trailed down his chest, reaching for the leather belt strapped around his waist before he caught your hands. “We don’t have time, I’ve been summoned to Kama-Taj.”
You smirked as you pulled your hands back, taking another attempt at undressing your lover as you looked at the chain hanging around his neck. “The way I see it, we have all the time in the world.”
Stephen stepped out of your reach as he opened the amulet and froze the world around you, the birds out your window suspended mid flight, even the flame of the candle no longer flickered. “The things I do for you.”
You bit your lip and stepped closer, dropping to your knees as you tore through his belt. “Let me show you how much I appreciate it.”
His head tipped back as you freed his cock and stroked his length, your tongue teasing over his tip. Stephen gripped your desk behind him as your tongue traced the veins along his shaft before you wrapped your lips around him and took him to the back of your throat.
“Christ, that feels perfect.” Stephen moaned as he pressed a hand to the back of your head and pulled you closer, setting the pace. “Tongue, tongue.”
You pushed your tongue out flat the way he liked and his hips bucked at the sensation, more moans filling the air before he pulled away panting. You smiled as you looked up under your lashes, enjoying how quickly you could bring him to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t want to finish in your mouth, not when he had the time to enjoy your pussy, so it was no surprise that he pulled you to your feet and marched you to your bed, your clothes falling to the floor along the way.
“On your knees.” He ordered as he shucked his cloak and shirt, the material joining his pants on the floor while his cloak hovered in the corner.
You did as you were told and knelt on all fours in the centre of the bed, his heated stare melting your core as he ran his palm over your ass. Your lips parted with a hiss as his hand came down hard and his palm spanked your asscheek, the burn quickly turning to a pleasurable warmth between your legs as he rubbed the smarting spot.
“That is for not listening to me.” He said before his fingers dipped between your slit and felt how wet you were. “This is because you scared me.”
His palm struck again, a wet slap against your dripping pussy lips that vibrated straight through your cunt and left your legs trembling. A cry of pleasure filled the room and your head dropped to the bedding as his fingers delved deep in your pussy and stretched you ready for him.
“Please, Stephen, I need more than your fingers.” You begged as you pushed your hips back against him but his digits couldn’t reach the depth you needed and his cock could hit.
He could be stubborn when he wanted but he was desperate for you as he knelt behind and ran his head through your folds. He thrust forward and speared his cock deep inside, knocking the air from your lungs as he hit your cervix and still tried to push deeper. Your fingers clutched at the bedding and your whimpers were muffled as you buried your face in them out of habit.
“Come here, love.” Stephen soothed as he pulled you upright, chest warming your back and his beard teasing your nape as he placed kisses across your skin. “No one can hear us now.”
His hands felt as if they were everywhere all at once, cradling your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between his fingers, snaking down your navel before reaching your clit. You finally stopped silencing your voice, his name filling the room as he worked you to the edge of bliss, trapped between his long, hard thrusts and quick, circling fingers.
“Harder, please, oh god, Stephen…” Your head fell back to his shoulder and he watched the pleasure on your face as your lips parted with a silent scream, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.
“Let go, love, you’re so fucking tight, holding back.” He growled low in your ear as your walls clamped down around his cock and he starved off his own release with gritted teeth. “I need to feel you come.”
The elastic band in your belly snapped as he grunted and slapped his hips hard against yours, your orgasm sending your pussy spasming around him and tipping him over the edge. Warmth flooded your core and the waves of pleasure dripped down your thighs, Stephen’s release quickly joining as he rode you through the aftershocks until you were both shaking with overstimulation.
“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as he eased out of your abused cunt. “Don’t disobey me again.”
You chuckled as you regained your breath, turning around so you could wrap your arms over his pale shoulders. “I love you too.”
His eyes narrowed as you didn’t address his order. “You’re going to disobey me aren’t you.”
“I mean, it was hardly a punishment to enforce good behaviour.” You teased. “Being bad seems to have its rewards.”
His lips twitched before he gave up trying to hide his smile and he pulled you closer for a rough kiss that left a beard burn around your lips. “Get dressed, your next punishment will have to wait until later.”
Your pussy throbbed at the thought and a soft moan fell from your lips. “Promise?”
His pupils dilated as he watched your body react so easily to him and he fought the urge to keep time suspended for even longer. “Trust me.”
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.”
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.”
Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.
Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing
Rating:PG
“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”
He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.
Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.
Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing
Rating:PG
“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”
He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.
summary : you use the darkhold to be with stephen and get a little taste of heaven.
A/N : a little warning: i kinda channelled my anger into this. im sorry, if it’s too much. also, ignore my bad writing and english, it is not my first language.
Stephen stared at you and wondered how someone so intelligent could be indulging themselves in such ridiculous literature - if you could even call it that.
You were lounged on the sofa in the library of the sanctum sanctorum, eyes glued to the pages in front of you. Knowing how Stephen felt about the trashyou often found yourself reading, a book sleeve made it easier to read out in the open. It was a simple trick that allowed you to read in peace while Stephen did what Stephen did - wizard stuff, you affectioning called it to his dismay.
He stared from his desk, analyzing the expression on your face and the way your eyes lit up. His brain was trying to understand the appeal of whatever you were reading, when the action of you biting your lip perplexed him into severe annoyance.
“That’s enough,” he declared, the book vanishing from your hand into his. Your sat up to protest but it was too late - Stephen was reading the filth you were pining over. His eyes moved steadily across the page until his head jerked up at you. “How is that humanly possible?”
“She’s able to put her leg over his shoulder,” you murmured, embarrassed that he caught you.
Stephen contemplated for a moment before he closed the book and placed it on the desk, walking around the desk towards the door. “Let’s go.”
“Go where,” you asked, getting up from the sofa.
Stephen turned to stare at you, his eyes filled with false annoyance. “To see if that filth you read is possible.”
His words were fighting to be stern but there was a hint of playfulness that made you smile. Following him out of the library, you hid a smile.
“For wizard research?”
Stephen stopped in his steps and you could practically see the eye roll before he answered. “Yes.”
Summary:Sylviabegs Christopher to forgive her. He ends up giving in to his desires… And to her.
Warnings: angst, smut
Word count:1022
A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry for being inactive, I just don’t feel like writing lately but I found this one in my drafts and I love Parade’s End so much! Oh Christopher, I wish I could hug you forever! Anyway, it’s a pretty old one but I hope you enjoy it! -Cer
“Please Sylvia…”
“Please what, Christopher? I am your wedded wife… I didn’t even touch myself because I waited for you, my husband to fulfill my desires! What do I have to…” She brought her delicate, soft hands to her face while sobbing, “What do I have to do to make you love me again? I know I made mistakes and I-I don’t even deserve to be your wife - but what else am I supposed to do?.. Tell me and I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want but…” Christopher was looking at his wife with a look of concern, sorrow, maybe a little bit of regret. “Oh for God’s sake, Christopher, say something! Yell at me, call me bitch, hurt me just the way I hurt you, but don’t… don’t do this!”
Her makeup was ruined by her tears and her plump, cherry red lips were shivering. Christopher had never seen her like this; before he could react she started to pull her own hair - she could no longer stand it. Christopher made a move to stop her but she screamed, “Don’t touch me!”
He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t sure himself if he forgave her or not but seeing her like this hurt him. “Sylvia,” he said softly as he grabbed her small wrists in one swift move, “Look at me please…”
She obeyed him, looked up at him with glassy eyes; “All I needed was your forgiveness…” said she quietly. He was still holding her hands in the air, he couldn’t bear seeing her hurt herself; yet he knew that guilty conscience was much more painful than the physical harm she could give herself. He gulped, “I… I forgive you.”
Sylvia looked at him as if she couldn’t believe it. “Really?” She asked quietly.
“Yes.” He nodded, “Really…”
She hugged his chest, her nose in the crook of his neck. They both were quiet now and Christopher rubbed her back. The young woman pulled back while still hugging him, looking at his lips.
She had this desire for years. Maybe it was because he was unreachable for her, but no, maybe it was just guilt that made her fall for him. Oh how proud she was to have him, and now his soft lips were touching hers. She pressed her lips on his and held his face, he wanted to pull back but Sylvia didn’t let him. Instead, she started to kiss him with passion whilst pulling his blond hair. One of her hands went down to his manhood and rubbed him gently, Christopher held her face and kissed her back while pushing her towards the wall. She felt him getting hard under her touch and when he moaned into her mouth, she was melting. Her mind was numb, all she could focus on was him; she’s never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him and now, she had him. She was begging him not to stop in her mind.
When Christopher’s long, cold fingers made their way to her arms and gripped her hand to stop her from rubbing him, her heart skipped a beat in disappointment… But when her back touched the wall she was relieved.
He was kneading one of her ass cheeks and there was no gap between their bodies now, she could feel him against her stomach and was dying to have inside her. She couldn’t resist him; his scent, his touch and soft lips on hers, so she pulled her white nightgown up and pressed herself into him.
He touched the hem of her silk drawers and took them off, he could smell her arousal. When he stood up she was still holding her gown up for him, he took himself out quickly and stroked himself a few times before grabbing her thighs and making her wrap her legs around his waist. She held his manhood and guided it into her entrance as she panted, he pushed himself inside her slowly and waited until she adjusted to him. “Christopher… Go on…”
He pulled back and thrusted into her deeper and harder this time, maybe he was taking revenge in his own way. Sylvia’s long nails scratched his green shirt as she moaned loudly with no shame and he grunted into her ear, filling the room with obscene noises. She was tight and felt amazing around him, he could tell she was close because her walls were squeezing him tighter now which felt like heaven. Her moans were getting louder but he didn’t even hear them, “Oh God, Sylvia…”
Soon, she threw her head back and came around him, watching her panting with her mouth open brought Christopher to the edge. She was kissing his lips when he filled her with his cum and moaned into her mouth.
None of them cared about the possibility of her getting pregnant again. They both were panting, the heat of the room overwhelming them. Her sweat smelt just like her perfume, the scent of her wavy hair filling his lungs. Once they both had calmed down, he took himself out of her and made sure she could stand without falling. Sylvia smiled and pulled him by his hand towards the bed; when he put himself back in his pants she rested her head on his chest. I’m so lucky, she thought while listening to his heartbeat turn back to normal. Taking a deep breath, she managed to say these 3 words she had always dreamed of telling him. She was scared of his reaction, she knew it was probably impossible for him to say it back after all she’s done to him but she wanted to say it anyway.
“I love you…”
And silence.
That was what she was scared of and hated about him the most, his silence. She felt her heart break once again and closed her eyes to not cry… But then she heard him snore softly, his chest heaving. He probably didn’t even hear her saying it.
Of course he was tired… He was a man who loved his country and just came back from war. And she could wait for him forever.
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Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! ❤️
Request: “Hi, Hannah! How are you? Well, I’m a Marvel girl and I found out you write about some of my favourite characters I saw that request about Paul Artreids and I wanted to know if you would write for me Bucky, Druig and Doctor Strange reacting to neck kisses, please” Anon
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Bucky
The silken sheets slipped past her hand easily as she shifted. She was waking herself up – something she normally did after an unsettling dream.
Or if she was needed.
Her eyes opened slowly, full of sleep. It was still dark, probably the middle of the night.
Directly in front of her was Bucky, laying on his back atop the sheets. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his arms stuck at his sides. His eyes were wide and staring at the ceiling.
This was one of those times when she was needed.
Making sure to sigh loudly as to not startle him, (Y/N) inched forward until she was able to pull on his arm. She wrapped it around her as she laid herself onto his torso.
“Hello,” she whispered.
Bucky swallowed, “Hello.”
The grip he had on her waist was tight, but she didn’t complain. She wound a hand up to his face. “I was just thinking about that summer we spent in California…”
“You were just sleeping.”
“As I was saying – thinking about California – remember the beach?”
They sat in silence for a few moments, (Y/N) still on the edge of sleep. She began to tap a finger on his cheek. She felt it lift as he smiled.
“I remember a large umbrella, sandy shorts, and possibly scarring a little girl.”
(Y/N) tilted her head until her nose was brushing his jawline, “I’m sure that little girl had seen her parents kissing before.” She placed her lips against his neck.
Bucky had that smile in his voice now, “It was embarrassing.”
“Well, I assure you…” she kissed just under his jaw, “We won’t get caught now.”
His fingers dug into her waist, “You should be sleeping.”
“As should you.” She kissed up towards his ear, “But I find you awake.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
(Y/N) knew this. She often found him lost in thought after a nightmare, scared and unable to move for fear of being away from her.
He needed to take his mind off those intrusive thoughts. And (Y/N) knew the right distraction.
Bucky tilted his head to the side, giving her full access to the sweet skin of his neck. She grinned, nipping and kissing, giving him something much more present to think about.
“I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled, his breaths picking up.
She nuzzled him, itchy against his scruff, “I’d rather be the focus of your thoughts just now.”
“Well, it’s working,” he sighed gratefully, pulling on her until she was fully on top of him now.
She giggled, holding his face while he held the small of her back. “Good.”
He rose his head just enough to capture her lips with his.
Druig
(Y/N) walked around the living room with a bowl of potato chips, munching away. She went for the corner of the couch, crossing her legs and resting the bowl in her lap.
The TV rang to life as she fiddled with the remote. She could hear a heavy set of boots tromping down the stairs and the corner of her mouth lifted.
“What are we watching?” Druig came into the room.
“Well,Iwas going to watch The Bachelor,” she said, concentrating on the screen.
He jumped over the back of the couch, bouncing on the cushions, “Sounds good to me.” His hand reached over to grab at the chips, but she smacked him.
“My show, my snack,” she giggled, “Go find your own food.”
“But these are so conveniently within my reach,” he poked her side, making her squirm, “Let me have some.”
She smacked his hand again, “Nope.”
Suddenly her jaw went slack, her shoulders slumped, and she willingly passed the bowl. When she snapped out of it, she was immensely confused.
“Hey!” she shouted, “Mind control is cheating.”
Druig laughed, eating the chips, “I did ask nicely; I resorted to my last resource.”
“Excuse me, I didn’t hear a single please when you asked.” She reached for the bowl and Druig lifted it out of her reach.
“Ask nicely.”
“You didn’t,” she accused, starting to climb over him.
Druig held the bowl over his head, smirking at the way she was now straddling him. “You never listen to me.”
“Say something nice, then.” (Y/N) got close and in his face, nose to nose. They were both smirking at this point.
Her hands were just reaching out to touch his hair when he suddenly stood. (Y/N) fell hilariously to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Druig munched on another chip, “Oh, I’m sorry – did that hurt?” The sarcasm was clear.
(Y/N) stared at him with an evil eye as he got comfortable on the couch again.
“What? I said sorry.”
She frowned, getting up and walking to behind the couch. Druig stole the remote to turn on the latest episode, triumphant.
(Y/N) knelt down and nuzzled her head next to his. “You sure you want to watch this?” She brushed her nose along his ear.
Druig hummed delightfully, “How else am I supposed to find out who he ends up with?”
She kissed behind his ear, “I guess you’re right.” She made her way down towards his neck, breathy and open-mouthed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand clench against his lap.
“This is a change,” he whispered, getting breathless himself.
(Y/N) giggled against his skin, tickling him. She nipped with her teeth, leaving marks she knew would purple in a few hours. She could feel the deep hum in his throat as she left lingering kisses. His head tilted away to give her more room.
Then she snatched the bowl of chips and ran.
“Hey!”
“Who needs mind control,” she laughed.
Stephen
Stephen floated around the library in his astral form. Waving his hands, he summoned more books needed for his research.
Behind him was his physical body, asleep in a chair. His arms were folded and his head lolling to the side.
He was working on a rather tough case of stolen magic. He had spent the past few days scouring the library and archives for traces of the magic – a kind he didn’t recognize as of yet. It led to his bad habit of losing sleep and caring about nothing else.
As a result, his physical form fell prey to sleepiness.
He was just perusing a tome of ancient spells when he felt an itch on his neck. He leaned over and tried to rub it against his shoulder. But it persisted.
He used his hand and rubbed at it. It started tickling.
Stephen scratched behind his ear and down his neck, starting to get annoyed.
Then suddenly it dawned on him that he just so happened to be in his astral form. He tossed the book away and floated around the shelves to peer at his sleeping body.
There behind his shoulder was (Y/N), leaning over and lightly kissing his neck. It was strange seeing her kiss himself, almost like the beginnings of jealousy. But that was ridiculous – she was kissing him.
His neck tickled again, and he shivered. He was suddenly very anxious to get back into his body.
(Y/N) traced a finger along his jaw as she peppered him with waking kisses. She continued as his eyes started flitting open. But soon after he sighed in contentment, humming deep in his throat.
He reached up and took her tracing finger, pulling it down to where he could kiss her hand.
“Good morning,” she whispered, kissing his neck slower. She was drawing out each peck. “Or should I say afternoon – I believe it’s four o’clock.”
Stephen, voice full of sleep, said, “I couldn’t fend it off any longer.”
“Sorry to wake you then,” she said against his throat, her breath making his shoulders tense slightly.
He was all low and gruff when he said, “I needed a break anyway.”
She combed through his hair with her fingers, pulling him away and kissing up towards his ear. She sucked just behind it, manifesting a bruise to grow there later. Stephen shifted in his seat, trying to keep his breaths even.
“You’ve been reading in your sleep again?”
He tried to take a calming breath, “I couldn’t stop my research because of a little thing like sleep.”
“But you’ve stopped your research now,” she giggled, sending a shiver down his spine.
He waved a relaxed hand, “I’d stop anything and everything to spend a little time with you.”
Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.
Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing
Rating:PG
“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”
He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.
