Consulting criminal, sound familiar? Well, Y/n L/n took great inspiration from the fictional villain Jim Moriarty. From the young age of 18 she built up her criminal empire until she was untouchable. Until she could do whatever she wanted, get whate...
Flicking through channels in the living room, a dull look is given to the news report of a gang being taken down.
Your work, obviously.
"Anything good?" You switch the channel as Stark sat down.
"Death, destruction, what's new?" The team flooded out when Friday announced that Wanda had made lunch.
A light orange spark formed to the left of you making your eye brighten. "He's here!" Anna laughs as you stood up and fixed your clothing.
"Miss L/n," Strange smirks as you grin with one hand on your hip.
"Mr Doctor,"
"Tease," he opens his arms to which you accepted the hug and kissed his cheek. "My favourite criminal,"
"My favourite Sherlock look-a-like," you tussle his hair making him frown. "Oh don't pout, you know you love it when I compare you to Sherly,"
"The Moriarty to my Holmes?" Strange smirks.
"Gross!" Anna calls out with a snicker. "Get a room!"
"Might just," you wink to Anna who gags. "What's your business here?" You fiddle with Strange's cloak which tickles your sides.
"I just wanted to visit you and annoy Stark,"
"You could have visited me before I moved here, Stephen,"
"Yes, well, kill two birds with one stone, sweetheart,"
"What's the deal with you two?" Steve coughs. "Do you fondue?"
Before you or Strange could ask what he meant, Anna answered. "He means sex,"
"Mr Doctor and I have had our fair share of encounters," you laugh lightly as Stephen rolls his eyes.
"How did you two meet?" Tony asked, rather annoyed that the wizard was here.
"I saved her after she got shot, last patient that day," Strange smiles softly.
"And how did you start dating?" Pietro quirks a brow.
"Date?" You burst into laughter. "We didn't date, god no, we just did the do a few times,"
Stephen pulls you onto the couch, you sitting in his lap. "Few times is an understatement,"
Loki glared daggers into the back of Stephen's head as he wrapped an arm around you.
"8?"
"I'm sure it was 7,"
"Make it 8," you wink and pull him up as Cloaky, as you liked to call him, detached from it's master.
"Please be quiet!" Tony calls out, holding Peter's ears.
"Mr Stark, I'm almost 18!"
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His hands were quick to embrace you, slipping through your hair and tugging until he moved his lips to bite and mark your skin. A soft moan left your lips as he picked you up, away from the wall, and onto the bed.
The kisses trailed along your chest, and down as he slipped off your shirt until-
You suddenly pull away with an eye roll. "Stephen,"
"What?" He mumbles with narrow eyes.
"What's wrong?" You sit up, leaning on your hands as he pushes back his falling hair.
"Nothing is wrong... did you not want this?"
"It's more like if you still want this," you tug him onto the bed and push up onto him.
"Of course, I do, sweetheart," his lips meet yours again. He wasn't going to admit it so you'd make him. He groans as you grinded up against him, kissing him sweetly, and removing every bit of fabric. As he did to you, you left your own bruises along his chest.
"Say my name," you whisper into his ear seductively.
"Y/n..." he groans.
"Keep going, baby," you palmed against him, letting your mouth work down until you heard it.
"Christine~"
"There we go," You smirk and stand up as his skin turned dark red.
"I didn't mean- I wasn't-"
"Quiet down, Stephen, I could tell the moment you held me," helping him get dressed again you saw embarrassment cloud his eyes. "Try again,"
"I've tried everything..." He sighs out as you ran your hand through his hair.
"Having sex with me won't fix it, Stephen," you kiss his cheek sweetly. "I'll sort everything out, just be there, ok?"
"You'd do that? Help me with her?" the Wizard's eyes brighten.
"You saved my life, I might as well save your love life," you do up your blouse.
"At least help me with this problem?" He chuckles, looking down to his pants.
"It's the least I could do for the sorcerer supreme... just try not to say her name," you smirk and bend down.
~~~
"Anna, dear, book a table at Raoul's for this Thursday night... 8 PM?"
"Perfect," Strange sighs.
"8 PM, make sure it's on my card and... please don't be a conceited asshole," you direct the last part to Stephen who nods. "You fuck this up and I'll kill you,"
"I'm certain you will... thank you, Y/n," he kisses your cheek before getting the cloak back onto him and away from Peter.
"What the hell was that?" Sam looked dumbfounded. "Did you just set him up with someone after having sex??"
"What? Don't you do that for all your fuck buddies- Oh, wait sorry! Forgot, you want to keep Steve all to yourself!"
"Why you-" Sam tries to lunge forward only for the soldiers to hold him back.
"Look, I can tell if the person I fuck likes someone else, It's in my best interest to help them get who they want," taking a popsicle from the freezer you throw away the packaging.
"So you lose a suitor to benefit them?" Thor laughs.
"Look here, Muscles, I don't want the person railing me to be thinking of someone else, I want them to think of me and me alone," you smack your lips and scrunch up your face. "Who the hell bought pineapple and cream popsicles??"
"I like them..." Pietro scowls.
"Gross," you gag before tossing it away.
"That's the first time I've heard her gag," Anna hums making Tony spit out his drink.
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