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Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

Sandor Clegane x Reader : Modern AU

A/N: lmk if you guys like this. I'll start writing more headcanon.

Warning: SFW, NSFW, fluffy, husband Sandor, reader is a housewife

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Construction Worker! Sandor works five days a week. He wakes up at 6:30am every Monday through Friday. Sandor wakes up with a big yawn and stretches his arms before looking to his side to see you still sleeping. He kisses your forehead before getting up to let the dogs out in the backyard.

Construction Worker! Sandor walks into the bedroom after his morning shower. He comes in with a towel around his waist and you can't help but watch his body with sleepy eyes as he picks up his clothes from the dresser you laid out for him the night before. You had the time because you are Sandor’s little housewife. You believe it’s the least thing you can do since he works hard all day long. Sandor loves the fact that you are his little housewife, cooking and cleaning.

Construction Worker! Sandor always lets you know when he’s off to work. A gentle shake wakes you up. “I’m off to work, babe.” You hear his deep voice and it wakes you up. He never leaves without his goodbye kiss, something you made him get used to. At first he thought it was ridiculous to wake you up just for a kiss but after years being married to you. It's an essential for him now. He needs your kisses.

Construction Worker! Sandor grabs your chin when he notices you were about to kiss his cheek. He pressed his lips against yours. You mumbled about morning breath but he doesn't care. The kiss was broken when both of you heard loud barking. Sandor rolled his eyes at the two very large Irish wolfhounds near the doorway of the bedroom. You let out a chuckle at the sight of your fur babies, they wagged their tails as they looked at both of you. “Aint doing nothin’ to your momma.” He tells them, making their head tilt to the side.

Construction Worker! Sandor had rescued the two Irish wolfhounds from the shelter. Gregor and Ellie were siblings and Sandor didn't have the heart to break them apart. Gregor and Ellie grew large in the span of two years after Sandor adopted them. Sandor kisses your cheek and walks away giving the dogs a pat on their heads and tells them to take care of their momma. The moment they hear their daddy walking down the stairs they are quick to jump on top of the bed making you squeal as they lick your face giving their own kisses to you. They go to their usual spot they always go when Sandor leaves to work. You laid back back down on the bed with them. Just like Sandor, they loved to cuddle up next to you.

Construction Worker! Sandor lets out a sigh when he hears the loud horn across the work site. It was time for lunch. He takes his hard hat off and pulls a bandanna out of his back pocket of his dark blue jeans to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He hears his coworker Bronn yelling at him to come over to sit with him. The guys on the job envy Sandor whenever he brings out his lunch.

Construction Worker! Sandor would roll his eyes at them when he brings out the enormous lunch bag you pack for him everyday the night before. They were all curious what you packed for him and some were even filled with envy. There was a new guy on the job named Jon and his eyes widen when Sandor sat across from him. Now, Sandor is a big boy with a big appetite, he's 6'6. He needs to eat. You would pack him two sandwiches with a heavy amount of cold cuts, mayo and lettuce with pickles. No tomatoes, Sandor hates tomatoes. You pack him cookies and trail mix as well. Two large bottles of water along with cool blue Gatorade and a can of Dr. Pepper. That's just the snacks you pack for him to eat during his breaks. The main lunch would be leftovers or something you whip up for him. Today was white rice and ribs, you had placed the food in a heated lunch box that's battery powered. Sandor looks at the small container of salad you pack for him as well, Sandor isn't a fan of salads and has told you he isn't a rabbit but you told him greens are good for him. Either way he always eats what you pack him. You work hard to pack his lunches and he appreciates it very much.

Construction Worker! Sandor watches as the new scrawny kid, Jon, eats string cheese and drinks a can of coke. Jon jumped when Sandor got up from his seat in front of him. Jon was told of Sandor beforehand. “Not a bad guy, keep to himself, hard worker but don't mess with him or his tools.” Jon realized then why everyone was a bit weary of the tall man. The right side of his face was burned, he can see the scars on his forehead to his cheek. Sandor's long brown hair covered most of it and his beard. Jon notices the large amount of tattoos of Sandor’s thick arms. Everyone on the table froze when Sandor leaned towards Jon, giving him one of his sandwiches and the zip lock bag of cookies.

Construction Worker! Sandor nods when Jon thank him. Sandor just didn’t want to see the kid faint during mid shift. He didn't want to sit in another HR meeting about safety. “I’m Jon but my friend calls me Snow.” Sandor looks at him as he opens his water bottle. “Call me Clegane.”

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Construction Worker! Sandor comes home around 6:30pm. He parks his black pickup truck in the driveway and he can hear the dogs barking from inside the house. They knew their daddy was back. The moment he opens the door of the house, his stomach growls when he smells your cooking. He kneels down after removing his jacket and placing his hard hat on the table near the doorway to give Gregor and Ellie kisses and scratches behind their ears.

Construction Worker! Sandor makes his way to the kitchen and smiles at the sight of you. He gets turned on when he sees you wearing a sundress. You’re barefoot and he can see your white paint toes. Your cheeks look flush, no doubt from cooking over a hot stove. “Did you have a good day today?” You ask as you get a beer from the fridge for him. Before you can open it for him, he gets in front of you and leans down to kiss you. Sandor’s large hands cups your face. “Is that yes?” You asked, smiling up at him.

Construction Worker! Sandor nods and answers with a yes. You melt under his touch, the feeling of his rough hands on your cheeks. You can smell the sun on him along with sand dust. His cologne is faint, you place the beer on the counter and touch his chest as his hands go down to your hips. You look up at his face, being married to him for so long you knew what he wanted just by staring at those brown eyes. His breathing was getting heavy as his hands started to go down to cup your ass. “Check under.” You whispered to him, giving him a smirk. His breathing stutters when he feels your bare ass. He gives your ass a quick squeeze pulling you close to him. Your face near his chest and your hands go down to cup his hard on. “You’re so hard, honey. Want me to help you?” You tell him. Sandor doesn't respond to you, he gives a hum and you squeal at the sudden movement. Sandor had lifted you up to drape you over his broad shoulder. “Sandor! Wait! The oven! It’s on!” You shouted as you draped over his shoulder. You had smacked his behind and he quickly turned around to turn off the stove.

Construction Worker! Sandor makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom. Ellie and Gregor are now barking and following him. “Stay!” Sandor firmly tells them and they quickly obey. After making his way up the stairs to the bedroom, he shuts the door behind him. Dropping you on the bed, you tugged on the collar of his shirt pulling him close to you. “I’m dirty.” He mumbles against your lips. “Don't care.” You tell him as you start to unbuckle the black belt around his waist. He asks you how you wanted it and you immediately roll to your stomach. You let out a squeal when he pushes the dress up to your waist, he smacks your bare ass when you get into position.

Construction Worker! Sandor has many favorite positions but one of his most favorites is having you in doggy style. Your puffy cunt is on display, your little puckered asshole is all for him to do what he pleases. He’s tugging on the dress over your hip as he grabs a pillow for you to use it. “Good girl.” He tells you when you put the pillow under your hips. Sandor’s fingers are so thick and large you moan when you feel him playing with your pussy. He hums behind you as he plays with the fat of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can see all your holes. “Baby.” Your cries were muffed. You wanted him in you so bad. Sandor had a habit of making you beg.

Construction Worker! Sandor doesn’t even remove his clothes. He unzips his jeans while you go more towards him urging him to hurry up and fuck you. You let out a grunt when he gets into position, he brings one of his large heavy hands to your shoulder pushing you further down to the bed. Your chest is squished against the mattress as your ass is high up in the air. “Please.” You begged him. You bite your bottom lip when you hear him spit. It was warm when it hit your ass, he rubbed your cunt with his spit even though you were wet, he didn't want to hurt you. Sandor wants to make sure your pussy is ready for him.

Construction Worker! Sandor loves when you whine every time he slides inside of your pussy. It doesn't take him long to start thrusting, especially when you begin to push yourself on his cock, taking all of it. Sandor loves that his cute housewife is such a greedy slut for his cock. Sandor doesn't go hard until you tell him too, you beg him and cry out for him. Of course, he's gonna listen to his wife. He grabs one of your arms and pins it behind your back before he starts pounding you like crazy. Sandor groans as he looks down to see you creaming on his cock, he whines when he sees a white ring around his fat cock.

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘He didn’t hold me without hurting me.’

Dr Strange x fem! avenger! reader

- SLUTTY SMUT SLUT. ENEMIES TO LOVAS BABY. MDNI or i’ll tell ur parents pls this is filth.

Your thoughts strayed to the blankness of night, small specks of dim light peppered the sky and you’ve felt more useless or bored. Your thoughts lingered on your ex-boyfriend and how his clothes were still in the confines of your drawer, he hadn't picked up his stuff yet and you were eager to not think about his delightful persona.

You paced around your apartment thinking of what to think other than him or….Stephen. The minute that little name, that face, popped into your head. Stephen Strange. You stopped in your tracks desperate to keep your mind occupied. Stripping off your clothes, you hopped into the shower with an annoyed huff; the water dripped off your body and you all but scrambled to take your mind off of…Stephen Strange.

You scrubbed your hair ferociously, hoping it would scrub away the unrequited desire and the requited hatred. You hated him, he was arrogant, and selfish yet you can't have him plus it was too soon to even move on.

Why were you even considering that?

Your mind wandered to the Avengers and how none of them contacted you at all today, considering you're a supernatural being that inhibits power people could only dream of. In addition to that, the Avengers were your team, your family and it irked you to find that no one gave you a mission or a job to do today. It was like an itch that couldn't be scratched.

You padded out of the shower in your towel, got dressed into a vest and some lounge shorts, no bra or panties needed, and haphazardly dried your hair with the same towel. Its 12:35. You knew it wasn't regulation to eat right before bed, but you deserved this, some nice comfort food to pass as the end credits for your shitty day. You flicked of the main lights and turned on the secondary ambient ones and lit up some candles while you contemplated whether to eat your feelings or not.

Chocolate dipped strawberries? A bit ironic considering their such a cliché romantic date treat, but you just chuckled to yourself. How fitting

You microwaved the chocolate and started chopping the stems off of some strawberries, humming a little tune to yourself just to distract yourself from your inane thoughts. And by thoughts you meant. Stephen. Strange.

STOP IT.

You mentally slapped yourself, he is the opposite of you. A jerk that happens to be an incredible sorcerer and a pretty hot doctor

Stop it, you idiot.

For God's sakes. You dipped a strawberry into the molten chocolate to revel in the taste and forget about Strange.

A thud outside of the door to your apartment compelled you back to reality. Who the hell is banging and thumping at this time of night? Fucking idiots.

‘’Y/N? Y/N? Open.. Open the door.’’ A booming voice erupted from the other side of your door and you couldn't comprehend what was happening. You recognized the rich baritones of his voice almost immediately and it was pathetic. You hurried over to the door and peeked through the eyehole to find the orange remnants of the portal dissipating into thin air and a battered and bloody Dr Strange.

The prick seriously portalled here? Of course, he fucking did. You unbolted the door and he leaned and stumbled his way into your apartment with no apparent explanation, but pain etched on his features.

‘'Stephen? What happened to you? Why are you here?’’ You scowled as he stood there examining your apartment and darting his head from side to side, clutching his side. His robes and cloak offering no concealer of the blood that was dripping from his lower side, bloody cuts and grazes were carved into his face.

Although what really brought your attention was the cut on his eyebrow and how the blood flowed into a perfect river from brow to gloriously defined cheekbone. He groans and it fills the air, you watch him examine his hand that was placed on his side completed covered with the scarlet pigment of blood.

"I need you to heal me. With your magic, now."

You stood in shock, in complete and utter disbelief, he just waltzed into your home. Unasked for, unwanted and now he's ordering you around like some sort of rookie? HIS rookie. Hell no. How dare he? Your face failed to disguise your irritation.

"Tell me why you're here Strange. Now. Tell me what the hell happened to you."

He sighed heavily, not being able to conceal the pain that his body is experiencing first hand.

"Avengers; we had a mission, take out some other worldly presence and be done for the day but they were more…they were too many of them. They were powerful and we couldn't.." He sounded breathless and embarrassed. A combination you didn't think the infamous Dr Stephen Strange was capable of experiencing, but this was instantly overwhelmed by your intense rage you felt for him in this moment.

"And you didn't ask me to help you?! You left me out of this? Where the hell are the rest now? You left them..? Are they all dead?’’ Your voice was stern, but you couldn't help that your heart was breaking piece by piece on the inside. You rushed over to face him, to get a clear accurate picture on his face just in case he thinks about lying to you.

"I didn't leave them you idiot, I saved them. I saved their lives. They're somewhere on the other side of the country. Without me portalling them, they'd all be dead. You know what happened last time, healing the enemy because of your previous humanity. I'm done explaining myself to you, I need you to heal me. Now." He yelled at you. He's never raised your voice at you and your face contorted into confusion as you took a step back. His face conveyed a feeling of instant regret.

You slapped him across the face. Hard. Making his face all the more bruised. It's more than he deserved. You revelled in the shock of his face as his head slammed to the side, but what you weren't expecting was the fact that when he turned to face you again: he was seething. Goddamn, you had to admit he looked fucking delicious when he was seething.

‘Don't be difficult. Heal. Me. Now.’ He gritted his teeth, furrowed his brow and clamped at the hand that had the balls to slap him.

He'd never been slapped that hard by anyone like that before, let alone you and his whole body felt electric. God, he hated to admit it, but he was so turned on in that little fit of rage you performed just for him. Like a little girl, having her pigtails pulled on by a kid on the school playground. But there was an urgent problem that harboured all his attention, the fact that he was bleeding out. You were becoming increasingly aware that his hand was still wrapped around your wrist, your breathing became just that little bit faster. You eventually gave in to his disposition.

‘Fine but you don't deserve the luxury of me healing you with my powers. I'm doing I the good old fashioned way. Sit. Now. Take off your clothes.’ He was too tired to argue. You pushed him down onto your sofa and hurried to get a cloth and a first aid kit. You placed the materials down onto thecoffee table.

Stephen groaned and clenched his teeth and fists in agony. The trusty Cloak of Levitation hung itself on your coat rack as Stephen peeled off his robes. He chuckled to himself.

‘This is a weird way of saying you want me naked.’

‘Never. Asshole. The pants stay on." You plopped yourself on the floor and knelt to the side of him as his bare bloody upper boddice had a complete lack of clothing.

You couldn't lie to yourself; his bodywas carved like a Greek God. The blood adorning his body only added to your twisted view of attraction. You grabbed at the wet cloth and cleaned the wound on his side and then sanitising it, he was half perched and half laying down as his head hit the arm rest. You put the thread through the needle with ease and began stitching up his side wound. He kept letting out these little groans that you couldn't help paying all your attention to, each little stitch elicited a new groan, momentarily lifting his head up and down to see the progress you were making.

He thought you were such a little bratty bitch; you could've had him sorted a while back if you had just listened to him but no, you liked this, revelling in his pain, and he was slowly starting to lose it. Those little feather light touches, the little flicks of pain from the needle was becoming uncomfortable to endure. When you got to the last stitch on his side, it was more painful than the last. He let out a moan and without thinking grasped at your hair with his left hand.

You halted in your tracks, he lifted up his head to look at you in your beautiful bright, magnetic eyes and all you could was blink up at him dumbly. He stifled a breath, externally embarrassed yet internally satisfied with himself at such a reaction.

He's got you all dumb for him. He realised what he had done and retreated his hand immediately. He was severely fucked now.

No way. No way this is happening, no way did he just do that. He leaned up to sit upright on the sofa to pretend like nothing happened like the self-absorbed prick he is. You pressed your thighs together and you're pretty sure he noticed.

"Sorry, ah, that last stitch really hurt like a bitch. Or I'm pretty sure you did that on purpose just to laugh at me.' He laughed lowly at you, mostly because of your compromising position, on the floor, on your knees in front of him.

You immediately noticed and planted yourself on your feet so now that you have the upper hand, completely powering over him. The shift in power dynamic is something new to Stephen and it sent a twisted shiver down his spine.

‘You're getting ahead of yourself Strange, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would've done it by now.’ You smirk down at him, and that stupid fucking half smile is plastered over his face.

‘Oh you hurt me alright.’ He quirked an eyebrow.

You hop up next to him on the sofa and grab at the already damp cloth to clean his facial wounds.

"Give me your face.'

"So demanding, I don't like it." He muttered under his breath as he brought his face closer to your hand. You begin to wipe away at the cuts and blood that cling on his face.

‘Well, you don't get give an opinion when you're the one that almost got the team killed and are currently bleeding out on my sofa.' His eyes light up even at the morbid subject matter.

In the dim light you could see the blue cerulean bore into your face. He really is a beautiful specimen, those glorious cheekbones were criminal but what really does it is the dark, dishevelled hair with those grey streaks. It must be illegal.

‘What are you doing eating chocolate covered strawberries at 12am?’

‘You noticed?’

‘Yeah, I notice everything. Mostly at the fact that you're a bitch with a stick up her ass' His eyes cast down to your chest, he could see your hard nipples.

"Ever the humble gentleman you are. And by that I mean you're an arrogant prick. I was wallowing in clichés.’

"Cliches? Interesting. You flush easily so I guess that's true.' His eyes were transfixed on you, every subtle move you made has some sort of effect on him. It was pathetic.

"Don't psychoanalyze me, Stephen.' You were trying to retain some modicum of seriousness, but your body was telling Stephen something different. You had never called him Stephen before, your eyes radiated a playfulness, and dare he think it…flirtiness?

‘I like when you say my name.' He admitted way too hastily.

You bit your lip and hung you head a little low at the remark. Flushing too at such an out of the blue and outright absurd comment

Oh Fuckkkkkk, that look. He's sure he's never met someone so beautiful, so shy, so bitchy, so mean….so fucking good.

‘I hate you enough to slap you again.' You were dead set. This man was too full of himself, too self- absorbed to tell his ass from his face. You tried to make it a constant reminder.

"Behave yourself.’ He said sternly.

He places his fingers on your chin and tilts it up to look at him. This is the first time he's ever gotten this close to you, the proximity, the electricity. All of these conflicting emotions swinging through the air but the most palpable one being uncut lust. Your eyes connected in a way that you've never experienced before, even with your ex.

Attempting to remove yourself from such compromising trance like state, you wave your deft fingers and let the magic flow through your hands as you place right hand on his side wound. His eyes dart from your hand to your picturesque face, the fact that you hated his guts yet felt this passion between you grow is so indescribable. And within a matter of seconds his wound that you so carefully stitched up was no where to be seen, not even a scar to accompany it.

You could still feel his fingers on your face and your eyelashes flutter in response, he stares at you like he's about to kill you, and it was the most attractive thing you've ever seen.

DING.

The microwave goes off, indicating the chocolate is molten. Perfect timing.

It was a snap back to reality, reminding yourself that there is no compatibility between you and Strange. Nothing to convince you that he's a genuine human being capable of not being an asshat.

That was a one off, these thoughts needed to stop before they'd end up manifesting itself into reality and ending up in doing or saying something you'll regret.

You hurriedly got up and opened the microwave to get the chocolate out and then padded to your bedroom in silence. You got your ex-boyfriends sweatpants and one of his t-shirts and took yourself back into the living room where he's running his hands through his hair…still shirtless.

‘What's this?’ He questioned, all deadpan and serious like he usually is. That playfulness in his voice, tone and body language all gone. You guys aren't chummy like you were when you were cleaning his wounds, now you're acting like cold co-workers, like normal.

'Use my shower Strange. The blood is still crusting off of your body. Wash yourself up. There are towels in there.’ You informed as you gave him the clothes; he gave you a curt emotionless nod in response as he disappeared off into your bathroom.

He was in the shower for about 15 minutes, and you were leaning on the kitchen island gobbling up your chocolate covered strawberries from earlier, you really deserved this treat now to rid you of such a stupid and awkward day.

Stephen kept your mind occupled for the time being, he was such a douche and you really hated him but those fleeting moment were something new, a fresh breeze of exhileration yet a firey tangible volcano.

You heard the click of the bathroom light and there he emerged from the darkness, he had your ex boyfriends shirt on this time, his hair was damp and you could notice that there were small water droplets glazing from arms. The sweatpants were slung low. You rolled your eyes at such a try hard facade.

There you are, half bent over the island licking at your fingers, the round curve of your ass unintentionally being present. The scenarios his mind is painting is obscene and filthy.

‘I suggest putting on a jacket too. It's not warm outside.’ You said coldly, avoiding eye contact by staring straight ahead. He tilted his head in response.

‘Who say's I'm leaving?‘ He retaliates. You turn your head to sense him.

'I am. I've given you the luxury of healing you and now you can give me the luxury of leaving.'

He stalks over to you, hands in the sweatpants pockets. He's ravenous for you, and it haunts his dreams. Daily. His body is right next to yours and you're still bent over, leaning on your arms on the kitchen island.

He unexpectantly grasps at your face to make you face him. His fingers pinching your cheeks and you could only blink up at him like a fucking idiot, unsure of what else to even do.

‘You act like this hard ass, but I see it. I see through you; you can't deny it.' He whispered through perfectly clenched teeth. Your breathing became laboured due to the sheer layers and tones of his voice.

His voice alone could get you off. Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

He was pleased at himself at your reaction proving his statememt was nothing but the undeniable truth. He lifted you up, so you were fully face to face now. You weren't completely naked, but you felt so exposed.

Both of his scarred hands were cradling your face now, your breathing becarne heavier and more exaggerated and it was indescribable. Like all of the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

Your teeth toyed with your bottom lip out of habit, your bodies were almost fully pressed against each other not even a sheet of paper could fit through both of you if you were one inch closer. His thumb swiped across your plump pretty lips to unsheathe your teeth from your blushed pink lower lip. Your breathingwas becoming more erratic now and hard to ignore, he could feel your body radiating heat and pure unfiltered need. It was palpable and pathetic.

You thought he was going to press his lips to yours to kiss you but instead he leaned forward and bit your bottom lip and tugged it back before finally snapping back into place. A breathy moan escaped your lips and he could've finished right then and there.

God it was so sensual, more sensual than any first kiss because it wasn’t even a kiss. He gazed deeply into your wanton eyes, you were so needy and so dumb for him, no matter how much you may cover it was faux hatred. This desire was like sparks exploding into the clear night sky.

'Are you going to fuck me like you hate me Stephen?’ You garnered the last of your sentient composure to say those words and ask him such a filthy question.

"I think you'd like that too much. Tell me…do you want it hard and fast or nice and slow. You get to choose.’ His hot breath fanning your face only enlightening the desparity of your proximity, you were flushed crimson, lips wet with your spit and he thought you looked like something akin to God.

‘I don't care.’ You whispered. You just wanted him to take control of you, even if it was just for one night.

Silence fell through you both.

Tired of waiting, you pounced on him like a lioness as your lips slotted against his hastily like there was no time to lose. You moaned into his hot wet mouth opening up just enough for him to slip his tongue in and explore the delicious flavour of the forbidden fruit your mouth had to offer.

Tender a kiss it was not. He kissed at you with furious passion, eyes screwed shut as he savoured every fleeting second of such a cruel and unforgiving moment. Your hands flew up to cradle at his face as he's doing with yours and the soft prickle of his beard nipped at your skin. The soft, needy moans that slipped out of both of your mouths was so dirty, it was so fucking incredible.

Before you knew it, he ripped his lips away from yours and sat your ass on the counter. Hard. His breaths were becoming more rapid and erratic by the minute; he lifted your head upwards to attack at your slender neck. You’re all pretty collarbones and an enviable jawline. His lips travelled and nipped at your neck leaving little red marks in his tracks. His arms wrapped tighter around you, his wandering hands travelling up and down the expanse of your back to memorize the trace of every inch of you.

Your throat let out a high whimper as he quickly took off his own shirt. Stephens large, scarred and veiny hands were clawing at your thighs, desperate for the soft supple feel of such sweetness.

‘You're trembling, sweetheart. You've never been touched like this before, have you?’ He breathes lowly against the base of your ear.

As if you couldn't get any wetter.

He all but rips the vest off your body revealing your perfectly bare chest. He thought your tits were perfect, like they were made just for him.

‘I'm growing impatient, you have me here wet and naked and you're making me want to fuck myself with my fingers to get myself off.' Attempting to rile him up so he could fuck you that much harder wasn’t really a smart play but you were feeling dangerous. Pondering on such poisonous grounds.

The way he looked at you, the way his undivided attention was all on you made you quiver with anticipation. His beautiful baby blue eyes drilling into your made you regret your prior statement, big time. He thought the temptation of slapping the smugness out of your adorable little face was becoming too hard to ignore.

Before you could admire him any longer, his hand shot up and wrapped tightly around your neck and shoved your back down onto the countertop; his Adonis like body fawning over you to breathe raggedly against your overheated skin. Your cunt was sobbing, all soppy and wet just begging for single feather light touch from his fingers, his tongue, he cock- anything. Your eyes were saucepan wide with surprise and ultimately shock that he had the balls to actually do that. The disrespect was astonishing, but it made you want him that much more.

You were bordering on desperate.

Your lips involuntarily parted as your eyebrows knitted together in tense pleasure. He was appalled and mostly full of intense rage due to the word vomit you just threw at him with no sincere remorse.

‘You are a liar,’ he chuckled lowly at you, the prick was laughing at you.

‘And not even a good one at that. Going around convincing the whole world you hate me, our friends that you hate me. Yet here you are, so compliant, so sweet. You say yes so easily. Adorable.’

‘I don't recall saying I wanted you, Strange.'

‘You don't have to. Your body tells me everything I need to know. You're so starved for me you whimper every time I'm goddamn near you. The way those thighs clamp together, the irregular breathing, those fucking eyes just begging me to fuck the attitude out of you.’ He growled.

He's good. Scratch that, he's really good, but you can play along too.

‘What if I told you that the clothes you're wearing right now are my ex boyfriends?' Your face contorted into a sly fox like smile.

His face was paralyzed as his eyes searched for yours, mildly wincing at such an honest admission.

‘He still hasn't picked up his shit yet but it's a shame I'm gonna lose all this stuff, he had good taste.‘ You laughed at his still face. Bingo, now you have the upper hand; it was nothing short of unbelievable seeing him speechless.

That joy didn't last very long however as he pulled you back and flipped you over the counter, stomach first. The roughness of his palms all but ripping your shorts off so you were completely naked beneath him. You thought Stephen Strange was rough but not this rough, and God was it arousing.

‘You think you're so fucking cute.' Stephen seethed through clenched teeth, roughly clawing at your hair and dragging your body up so his torso was to your back. He left sloppy open mouth kisses on your lips and down your neck only to push you down on the counter again. The push and pull were really something and it left your mind reeling, you were putty in his hands.

He spanked at your ass, raggedly moaning in relief while doing so like all of these feelings were pent up. The harsh bite of his course palms left your skin a warm state of pink. The action left you startled and writhing in impossible pleasure that made you so impossibly wet for him. The long-drawn-out moans were bordering on pornographic, tears started to prick at your eyes.

He pulled at your hair again to make you stand up, whimpers escaping your throat to top it all off. His arms grasped at your upper body, so you were face to face once more with the incredible man. Stephens scarred fingers found hospice around your slender neck making the silence in the air pregnant and unmoving. The look on his face was predatory and it had you afraid yet oddly curious at what ministrations he had in mind next.

'Open your mouth, pretty girl. Open your mouth for me.‘ He groaned at you condescendingly and you were more than willing to oblige to such a God like man.

In a bratty frenzy, you parted your lips to open your mouth and spat at his face.

Stephen was amazed and so were you, it was truly astounding. He wasn't expecting such a vulgar action even though you had a vulgar mouth and a soul enamoringly vulgar disposition.

Oh God, he thought you were perfect.

He retracted one of his hands from your neck and wiped away at the saliva you spewed there and licked it off his finger. He snickered menacingly. Fucking hell, it was the most erotic thing you've ever seen. The hand that was on your neck was suddenly stuck down the base of your throat, your sweet saliva coating his fingers as you sucked on them wantonly. You gagged as his fingers explored deeper, inch by inch.

"Gagging already?" He questioned with a face of mockery. The dick was mocking you. You nodded briefly even though the question didn’t really harbour an answer, it was all so..engaging.

'How long were you going to keep that dirty little secret from me? Ex-boyfriend? Really? You're cold.’

Tears were flowing down your face now and he could only relish in the way he's got the stuck-up bratty bitch in as of this moment.

‘You're gagging from just my fingers; I haven't even put my cock in your mouth yet. I've got you in such a state, I mean look at yourself, crying from nothing.’ His eyes were transfixed on you at the way you deepthroated his fingers with such difficulty. That perked him up, the fact that you were gagging from just his fingers, his ego was going through a frenzy. His hard cock twitched in his sweatpants.

You felt an undeniable emptiness from where his fingers used to be in your throat. Instead, his lips devoured yours, kissing at each other with carnal need and passion, tongues tangling together to lick at the sweetness of each other's wet mouths

You suddenly fell to your knees, adamant and freely embracing the idea of giving his cock the semblance of pleasure he's made you feel thus far. You can’t believe how wet you were at the idea of giving Stephen Strange a blowjob.

Your eyes raked up to contact his lust blown pupils, greeting him with the innocent doe fuck-me eyes in the process. From that look alone, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a shuddering breath hitched in his throat. You pulled his cock from his sweats and you gawked at the way it just…sprung out and how…thick and veiny it was. The head was red and angry and had a bead of pre-cum sitting at the top of it.

"Don't be surprised you slut, we both know you'd end up in this position.’ He breathed and hummed under his breath. The use of the derogatory term made slick run down your thighs, making you a hot and sticky mess. Fuck him for being so good at this,

You couldn't wait to gnaw and lick at it. You ran your tongue along the underside of the vein and his body went limp. You spat on it and your perfect plump limps suckled on the head of his cock, Stephens hands nestled and pulled at your hair, his groans and whimpers and the smacking of your lips were all that were able to be heard in your apartment.

He couldn't take the teasing anymore. He used the control of your hair to bob you up and down on his cock and lather your saliva on him. The way he was controlling you, the way he was manhandling you was the most attractive part of it all.

You couldn’t hide it any longer, you wanted this man to control you, fuck you into oblivion, fuck you until you were crying.

Stephen thought you were too good at this, you had to be practicing. The whole jerk of your hands, the sloppy wetness of your spit coating his dick was nothing like he'd ever experienced before.

‘You did this to your ex, sweetheart?" He was actually wondering if you used to fuck him like this when you were with him. He didn't deserve you, your mouth, your heart, your abysmal attitude, the insane amount of compassion you had. Stephen wanted you all to himself. To his satisfaction you shook your head, then gagged on his cock as it hit the back of your throat.

Fuck, he needed to get you off before he came, he needed to be buried inside of your sweet pussy right now.

Before he could cum, he stood you up and you started panting and crying as your cunt made contast with his bare skin as he hoisted you up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He slotted his lips against yours and he could quite literally taste himself in the sweetness of your mouth, the combination made him moan into you, hard and fast.

He walked you to your bedroom and threw you onto the bed with no finesse and letting out a sharp yelp at the action. Stephen pulled at your ankles roughly so they could dangle from the edge of your double bed. He thought the desperate moan you let out was soul renderingly pathetic and so damn arousing. You're so fucking attractive and you don't even try.

"Stephen. In me. Now. You prick.‘ You whined breathlessly. You couldn't contain yourself anymore, you thought you were about to expiode with pure desire, the pull of your belly stressing you out.

His body nestled between your legs as his fingers palmed like an animal at your tits. Your nipples stood to attention as he flicked at the pebbled peaks and squeezed them desperately. Your fingers weaved in his salt and pepper hair, tugging on it to elicit a deep growl from the gutteral base of his throat.

"Shh. Be sweet. Be patient and l'Il give you what you want.‘ He cooed at your naked cleavage, his eyes flitting from your perky tits to the neediness of your eyes. The way your eyebrows meet together in pain from not being allowed your release as your head buried into the duvet could make him finish right then and there. It was like he's a teenager trying to get laid for the first time.

'Fuck me hard Stephen. Fuck me till I'm crying please. Please. I'm begging you. I'm begging-please.’ Your voice was all drawn out as you exhaled. You bit at vour lip to conceal the broken moan that was about to escape your throat. You'd never been in a state like this before, you were a puddle of need

The sudden declaration made Stephen halt in his tracks. It was in his blood to be arrogant. It was part of his nature but the fact he had you, here, right now begging him to fuck you was nothing short of a miracle, a revelation. He tugged off his sweats and boxers.

Stephen licked and sucked on your nipples, fondling with its counterpart every so often. He blew cold air on them while also leaving hickeys down your neck and at the fat of your tits.

‘You've been hiding these perfect tits from me.’ He remarked passionately.

As he slapped at your face, you didn't seem to expect it but mostly you didn't expect how hot it made you feel.

Oh Lord have mercy.

‘You like that? Of course, you do, pretty girl.’ another slap landed on your face as he tugged your ankles against him again.

He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. Jesus, you've never tried this position before. Stephen's cock slapped against your lower stomach and you thought your brain was about to explode.

"Stephen! Oh, please. I can't- It won’t fit. Too big-!’ You whimpered as tears started meandering down your face again. Oh, he loved that, the sly smile that plastered his face just made everything that much satisfying.

‘You'll make it fit.’ He demanded authoritatively as if he was so sure you could take such a thing. His jaw ticked.

He cut you off before you could speak. Too drunk off of his presence to even string two words together.

'Look at you, there's nothing left in that pretty little head of yours. So cock drunk I bet your just reeling at the thought of me stuffing you full.’

Stephen guided the head of his cock through your soaked folds, he knew you were wet but not this wet. Jesus, you were soaked, and it was all because of him. The head landed on your clit and your whole body convulsed making your chest bounce. You let out a high-pitched whine due to his incessant edging but theres only so much you could take.

He didn't give you time to adjust as he rammed his thick cock into your slick pussy. You were screaming as he rutted his hips against yours. One hand squeezing the delicate flesh of your hips, nails digging harder and harder with each rough thrust; the other wrapped around your narrow throat. You thought Stephen was attempting to kiss you but instead his tongue licked at your pink lips and your tongues ended up knotting together in a tango of passion.

His thrusts were bordering on that delicious pain that your ex never gave you, it was so rough and so needy; like you would both die if you couldn't get the release you both needed. The only thing that could be heard was your high-pitched screams and whirpers and his deep-set moans and groans. It was something out of a five-star rated porno. The kind of cliché you've always wanted.

"Harder. Deeper. More.’ You whined against the base of his neck as your fingers dug into his scalp. Your hands started scratching at his muscular back like a wild cat. He couldn't believe how good that felt

'Harder? More?' Stephens thrusts started getting more erratic, your hair started sticking to your clammy cheeks as sweat encompassed both of you. It was all so filthy, so dirty.

Your whimpers were getting louder and more and more high pitched, short and breathy. You were so close to the brink of becoming completely undone, that coil wound that much tighter, and you knew he felt it. His cock hit the back of your cunt and it twitched. He was close too.

"Cum in me Stephen, cum in me. I need it please, I'm begging you.‘ You were cut off by a moan as he hit that spot that made you see stars within you. The pain, the friction between you was delicious.

This position allowed him to get deeper than ever, no man has ever been able to get as deep as Stephen was getting.

‘Oh fuckkkkkk, you drive me insane. So fucking crazy.’ He was losing his mind being inside you, he didn't know that you would feel this good. This wet. IT had his mind spinning in circles.

You came hard, harder than ever before. You saw white spots as the wash of euphoria and electricity coursed through your body and down your thighs and throughout your nervous system. Stephen also spurted inside you before he could fully take his cock out and release thick ropes of white onto your tits.

He planted a soft, chaste kiss on your lips as he collapsed beside you. You were both a panting mess. It took you both a moment to recollect your shortened breaths at such an intese workout. You traced your fingers on your tits to coat your finger with all of his cum that landed there, you slip it inside of your mouth and you could feel yourself being watched by him, completely enthralled at your demeanour. Your eyes both met in an infatuated gaze.

‘You taste good.’ You laughed at nothing as you both pulled yourselves up to the bed to rest comfortably.

You slung your leg across his body as his hand went to cradle the back of his head and the other to trace little shapes on the supple skin of your thighs.

‘I still haven't gotten to taste you yet.‘ Stephen stated as a smirk painted his face, you bit your lip and flushed bashfully.

‘When you earn it.' You challenged playfully. The after-sex haze was pure unfiltered bliss.

Your hair both a mess, yours wild and his loose strands sticking to his forehead. You both started at each other in silence. It was beautiful.

Your hand went to stroke his cheek softly, your thumbs tracing around his insanely defined cheekbone.

‘You're so good. Everything about you is just so good, it must be exhausting.‘ The way he whispered the last word knocked the air out of your lungs

‘You flatter me, Stephen. How does it feel to know that I never hated you? And that you were the object of my desires.' You a red flush dusted across your supple cheeks; the blush only added to that blissful after-sex moment.

‘Indescribable, truly.‘ He smiled as his hand raked up and down your thigh.

‘You're insatiable.’ You blurted. The way he isn't rolling oversleeping right now is truly the deal sealer.

‘How'd he lose you? How'd he let you get away?’ His eyes were dim with worry and inquisition; face serious for a moment, he was literally at a loss at how your ex would let you squeeze out of his grasp. Your eyes found his, both of you weren't even allowing a blink in between edgeways to disconnect your lingering gazes.

'He didn't hold me without hurting me. Well not in the way that I like.’ Your fingers toyed across the outline of his face, deftly feeling across his sharp jawline and to his perfectly groomed goatee.

‘What are you doing to me? Where have you been?’ He placed his hand on top of your hand thatlaid on his face and leaned his face to the side to kiss your hand. He took it off and then slotted his fingers between yours to softly hold your hand.

‘Waiting…for you.’ You replied instantly, your eyes going all doe and innocent. It was true but you just couldn't admit it to yourself, the fact that he was your hidden desire. Something that would make feel empty if you ever lost it.

‘You mean too much to me, and the fact that you could've been on that mission today and you could've hurt yourself scares me beyond comprehension.’ Worry was etched on his perfect features, genuine care was all that was present here and you were flabbergasted. Unsure on how to even respond.

'Let me help you Stephen, I'll take care of us if you'll let me. I can't stand by a just watch you on the field either. Let me in. Please.’ The soft please at the end is what did it in for him

‘Okay.’ He whispered and kissed your hand that was knotted in his. His smile lit up his eyes again in the way you adore and everything in that moment was perfect. Truly.

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i gave up at the end but the fact this is just porn is making me rethink my life.

#dr stephen strange #stephen strange smut #dr strange fluff #dr strange #dr strange angst #dr strange x y/n #dr strange x fem!reader

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iamsherlocked1479 · 1 year

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A lot of explaining to do

Pairing: Dr Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Doctor Strange and y/n have had a secret relationship and want to kiss at midnight and Tony Starks New Years eve party. The only issue is that y/n is Tony Starks daughter and the one rule the Avengers must follow is nodbody can have a relationship with Tony Starks daughter. Not based on the mcu timeline.

Word count: 2.8k words

Genre: Cladestine realtionship, Smut, NSFW, angst, 18+

“I’ll be there in 10 X”

Your Phone buzzed with Stephens notification, you held it close to your chest in excitement. Although you wouldn’t be able to show off your fairly new relationship with the handsome chiselled man they called Doctor Strange, your worries seemed to disappear whenever he was around.

Now most people would love to show off their new relationship especially at a social gathering like this, but of course with Stephen being an Avenger now, he must obey Tony’s boldly highlighted rule. Any member of the team cannot engage with any relationship with his daughter, and of course that had to be you. At first it wasn’t an issue but Stephen wasn’t a member of the team and didn’t even know you existed. Well he did, everyone knew the daddy daughter team within the Avengers.

Your powers being the result of a one night stand with a mutant woman, leaving you with the ability to summon fire and control any surrounding flames. But that's a story for another time.

The main issue here was you finally convinced Stephen to come to one of your father’s extravagant parties with the excuse of it being new years eve and the promise of a private after party. However it would be difficult to party with your boyfriend without hinting any form of connection between you two. The only person who knew was Natasha after she caught Stephen walking out of your room one night. All you wanted to do was kiss Stephen at midnight like any newly blossoming couple exploring the honeymoon period.

“Y/n are you going to get me that drink, i got the last round and i am paying for everything here.” Tony snapped you from your trance waving his hand across your eyes.

“Huh yeah sure, scotch?” You smile

“Look at that, she knows her dad well.” He joked kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes as you slip away dodging being dragged into conversations with people you’ve never met finally reaching the bar. You slip behind helping yourself to the glasses and observing the selections of vodkas before inevitably picking your favourite and adding it to your lemonade.

“I’ll take that in a martini with you on the side.” A familiar comforting voice guided by a glass being slid in your direction plastered an instant smile on your face. He was wearing a blue suit fitting perfectly around his body, his biceps protruded through the tightness of his sleeves, he looked perfect.

“Look at you Strange, is this you socialising?” You joke filling his glass.

“I can’t help it, I was told this girl I really like would be here and I just had to see her again.” He smiled while taking his drink.

“Doc, you made it! Finally got your head out of those books.” Tony waltzed over patting Stephen on the shoulder pulling him slightly away from you as he always did with any man who stood slightly too close for his comfort. You found it funny that he did his utmost best to reduce the chances of being charmed by rich playboys, just like your mother was.

“Its the end of the year thought I’d come to watch you piss someone off one final time this year.” He joked sarcastically only smiling when you began to laugh. Tony took his drink and headed back to Pepper to keep some of his pride, kissing her check with his arrival. “So tell me how are you going to execute operation midnight kiss?” Stephen turned to you

“Natasha is going to suggest we all find someone to kiss when the ball drops. Everyone has a significant other apart from us two. So that leaves me with you, no one will bat an eye at a midnight kiss.” You lean on the bar smiling at the man before you, noticing how his eyes examined the dress that curves with your figure. “Are you even listening?” You ask, waving your hand in front of his glassy eyes.

“Yes absolutely, sounds like you have it all planned out, let's hope nobody is suspicious when I kiss you tonight. Knowing Tony, he probably hired a detective to watch over you but I reckon I'd suss them out.” He winked sipping his drink

“Yeah because you’re a real detective Strange.”

“Maybe in a different universe, you never know.” He shrugged as you walked away. As much as you wanted to stay with him all night, you couldn’t risk anyone finding out about your clandestine relationship.

The evening went pretty smoothly, you laughed and joked with Natasha watching her flirtatious remarks fly over Bruce's head. You almost died after trying a sip of the asgardian wine Thor had brought, you found yourself leaning on the balcony trying to ignore his thundering laughter over your lightweight self. You bravely wandered back after giving Stephen a subtle nod showing you where okay, after knowing he’d be worried for you, you weren’t always the most graceful drunk. The scar on your head was a worthy example.

Most of the team sat around the main table with Clint mimicking the Mjolnir rule.

“Uh, "Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!" Whatever man! It's a trick.”

“Are you serious? we’re going to go through this again?” Tony moaned

“Mr Stark is right the last time we reviewed this, I believe we had to fight ultron.” Vision stated

“But it has to be some sort of trick, plus y/n never had a go.” Clint pointed out.

“That's true, in fact I don't believe you were there at all.” Rhodey highlighted. And he was right, at that time you were tasked by Nick Fury to draft a certain sourcer to the team. And if you remember correctly by that point in the night he had already fucked you atleast three times.

“I was working.” You blushed feeling the gaze of said sourcer who knew exactly where you were that night. And who you were doing, you looked over to him and saw him smiling through his drink almost as if he was proud.

“Boo come on don’t you want to know if you could rule asgard?” Tony announced. You turned to Thor who smiled

“Be my guest, you lift it, you rule me.” He joked. You nodded and stood over the hammer and gripped it tightly, you huffed and puffed but the hammer made no effort to move. Your competitive streak pulled harder, causing you to grunt and groan as you pulled and still the hammer didn’t budge.

“Okay it's a very clear message, I’m not worthy. Sorry Thor, looks like you still rule the golden realm.” You laughed before Friday interrupted the party.

“Boss it's almost midnight, fireworks are due to start in two minutes.” The group cheered as Natasha got up winking at you during the process

“Tony, I think we should find somebody to kiss when the new year starts, you know, for luck.” You turn to your father trying your best not to look hopeful.

“Sure why not, any excuse to kiss Pepper.” He smiled, kissing her cheek. A smile formed at each side of your face as you nudged Stephen following the group outside.

“Would you look at that, a well executed plan.” He whispered to you.

“I'm surprised you stayed this long.” You whispered back. His hand moved down to your waist as he squealed your ass.

“I was promised a pretty good reward.” He purred into your ear. Your heart skipped a beat, you’d take him there and then if all these people weren’t around. Your thoughts were interrupted by the beginning of the countdown. You noticed how Stephen still wanted to protect the secrecy that you shared as he moved the two of you to the quiet corner of the balcony.

“Five, four, three, two, one. Happy new year!” You and Stephen waited for everyone to kiss their partner before your lips pressed together. He pulled you closer bringing his hands to your face, you pressed your waist to his moving slightly already teasing him with what you had promised. You smiled through the kiss as his soft groan rumbled through his throat. He pressed his forehead against yours as he spoke softly

“I can already tell this year is going to be good, all because it starts with you.” He kissed your forehead and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I think you should go downstairs, I’ll say goodnight and meet you there.” You traced your hand down his chest.

“I think you’re right.” He smirked, raising one brow and leaving the room with a slight skip in his step.

Tony walked over handing you a glass of champagne and kissed your cheek.

“Happy new year sweetie, who kissed you.” He asked

“Nobody, I just watched the fireworks.” You laughed taking a large gulp of your drink. “Well I'm gonna call it a night, don't be too loud.” You kiss his forehead and wave to Natasha before heading to your own party.

The guests cheers and laughter began to fade as the elevator doors closed behind you. You trailed your hand along the wall as you stepped closer to your room. You entered with a heavy sigh, throwing your high heels aside.

“Why do you wear those things? They destroy your feet every time.” Stephen smiled, turning from his window view. You collapsed into his arms swaying with him as you danced to the faded music vibrating above you. You hummed as you trailed your fingers through his silver streaks and kissed his lips softly. Your hands gilded downwards and began unbuckling his belt. They slid into the opening and moved up and down his half hard shaft. He pulled you closer, his moan echoing into your lips. You released his cock and unbuttoned his shirt kissing his body as your head moved downwards, you reached the tip of his cock and began playing with it, licking it up and down before taking him into your mouth.

Your head bobbed up and down struggling to fit him entirely into your mouth gagging slightly. His hand positioned itself on the back of your head holding any loose strands of hair out of your face.

“Fuck sweetheart you really are treating me tonight.” He let out a deep groan stroking your head as you sucked harder, you moved to the tip licking the precum that gushed from his tip. You pulled the rest of his trousers down and grabbed his toned ass and pushed him deeper into your mouth. You bobbed frantically sucking all his juices as he moaned loudly, his cock grew harder and pulsated heavily with the feeling of a hot substance dripping down your throat. He came hard stroking your face as you licked every part of him and swallowed it down. You moved back up to his mouth as he pulled you in for a heavy kiss.

He continued his kiss moving down to your neck, his hand moved down sliding up your skirt smiling as he reached the wetness. His dexterous fingers glided effortlessly through your folds reaching your tender clit and began massaging it. Your knees buckled slightly at the sensation, he always knew how to please you, two more fingers appeared down there as he slid them into your wet pussy moving in and out. His sapphire blues darkened at your crippling pleasure, your knuckles turning white gripping into him as he fingered you. Your hand moved down to his cock suppried that it was already hard again, it wasn’t uncommon for Stephen to be able to fuck you all night long barely taking time to breathe. That's what had led you to miss the night Ultron attacked. By morning you loins couldn’t take it anymore and you had to leave.

“Fuck baby your hard again” you smirk regaining the use of your legs somehow manging to jerk his cock between the waves of the orgasm his fingers where creating.

“Not for much longer.” He pulled his hands out of you and sucked his fingers clean. “You’re my favourite flavour” He lifted you up and instinctively your legs wrapped around him and he pushed you against the window. He didn’t hold back thrusting himself into you as far in as he could go fucking you hard pushing in and out. It felt so hard you were worried the glass would break. His fucking proceded, deeper and harder he groaned into your ear pleasing you as he worked. The orgasm began building within your core, you waist trembled as he fucked,his length filled you effortlessly stretching you out as far as it could go. Your orgasms came and went, each stronger than the latter he always knew where that sweet spot was, you took a moment gazing into his sapphire traps as he worked watching the way the new year’s fireworks reflected in them.

He lifted you off the window still keeping his cock inside you and laid you on the bed where he knelt over you and pushed in slower, almost worshipping your body. He took time to kiss every part of you while sliding in and out gently, still pushing in deeper. His breath faded over your lips before colliding with them once again.

“I love you y/n, i don't know how its possible but i love you in every universe.” He said slowing his pace, the mood became more intimate as you both shared kisses he wanted to be in you for as long as possible. Your fingers intertwined as he lifted your arms above your head to worship your perfect breasts. He brought you to your climax again before he followed like the gentleman he is cumming inside of you painting your insides white. He stayed in you for a moment still kissing your lips, before picking you up and heading to your shower.

He removed himself from you and helped you clean yourself by wiping his juices from your cunt. He left you to wash your hair giving you some privacy. When you entered the bedroom, Stephen had changed into a pair of sweatpants he kept in your room. You got into bed next to him and cuddled up beside him as you always did.

The next morning arrived quickly with the sounds of knocking rattling your door.

“Y/n wake up, we were supposed to meet an hour ago! We’re going to miss our reservation.” Your fathers voice echoed into the room. You turned to Stephen who was still sleeping peacefully.

“Stephen shit we overslept, that's my dad you need to hide.” You shook him awake pushing him from the bed

“Y/n i'm coming in.” Tony’s voice became more clear as the door slowly opened. Stephen fell from the bed hitting the floor with a thump as he rolled under the bed.

“H-hey dad sorry I must have drank a lot.” You say nervously

“What was that noise? Is someone here.” Tony asked suspiciously

“Erm no, my shoes just fell off my bed.” You point to your heels thrown to the other side of the room.” Tony raised one brow scanning your room.

“Pretty heavy shoes.” He didn’t buy it

“I'm 26 you can't get mad if there was someone in my room. Which there isn’t.” You answer. Tony stood sternly against the doorframe, crossing his arms still not convinced before sighing heavily

“Okay just get ready Pepper is waiting in the car. Love ya.” He closed the door and you waited to hear his footsteps fade away before whispering

“I think he’s gone, you can come out now.” You tapped Stephen's foot.

“Not my first close call.” He says sitting up fixing his hair in the mirror. You laugh at his remark and gather his clothes

“I think you should go, I’ll be around later.” You kissed his brow but noticed he was looking for something.

“Have you seen my jacket? it has my sling ring in it” He asked, searching his discarded clothing.

“No, the last time I saw it, you where- oh shit.” You paused

“What?” He asked

“It's upstairs. You took it off halfway through the night.” You say placing your face into your palm.

“What's the issue there i can just go get it. Tony and Pepper are waiting for you in the car.” He said doing the buttons up on his shirt.

“Are you sure?” You say nervously.

“It’ll be fine c’mon.” He opened the door and looked down the hall before stepping out, he led you with his hand until you reached the elevator doors. “See i told you easy.” He said as the doors pinged behind you. He smiled and kissed you again, but didn’t stop when the doors opened.

“I knew there was someone in there!” Tony stood with Stephen's jacket in hand.

“It's not what it looks like.” You say, but it was exactly what it looked like.

“Strange, you better have a good explanation.” He threw the jacket into Stephen's arms who stood his ground, not even flinching.

“I don't need to explain anything, I love your daughter.” He said confidently, Tony turned to you waiting for an answer.

And now you had a lot of explaining to do.

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A/N: Hey everybody Happy New year, well it will be soon, i hope you enjoy this its something ive been wanting to write for a while. Hopefully next year i actually post more but i really enjoy writing these stand alone fics and i hope you do too.

As always thanks <3

#dr strange x you #dr strange x fem!reader #clandestine #tony stark #happy new year #mcu x reader #marvel fanfic rec #dr strange smut #marvel smut #smut #Spotify

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nightmaremp · 3 months

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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 10: The Times They are a-changin'

In the morning, everyone was at the table eating some breakfast that Animal made. Floyd walks over and picks up some plates of food. “This smells delicious, Animal,” he said.

“Cup of tea, dear?” asked Lips to Teeth. “I won’t mind” replied the doc before shoving more food in his mouth. Moog walks into the dinning area that was part of the kitchen.

“You. I just heard the new single, Making Mayhem. You guys crushed it.” said the black haired male.

“Crush my dream of having a hit single for our album? Cause yes, we still have no studio, no producers, and no new songs.” replied Nora before she ate a small piece of bacon.

“You just gotta believe, Thunderdome” replied Moog with a soft smile on his face.

“When was the last time you called me that,” she replied.

“I don’t know why I said that,” he replied. “Okay, look, trust me. Okay?” the black haired male said.

“This band is gonna give you something to drop.” Moog added. The sounds of wood breaking filled the room as Moog fell through the floor of the Shack. Everyone gasped in shock. They all walk over to the hold and look down. “Oh my God! Are you okay?” asked Nora.

“Talk to us, Morg,” added Zoot.

“It’s Moog, and you know what? I think I’m okay” he replied. “But you guys aren’t gonna believe what’s down here,” he added. The group walked over to some stairs that lean down to the basement of the Shack. They walked down and looked around.

“All this” said Floyd as they walked down the stairs.

“Oh, yeah” said Zoot.

“Look at this” said the red haired male. Moog got up and dusted himself off from the fall. The room was covered in dust and hadn't been used in years.

“What is this place?” asked Nora.

“Nora, you are looking at the secret studio under the Shack” replied the blacked haired male. “I always thought it was just the stuff of rock music myth,” he added.

“Ooh, it was real, all right,” replied Floyd Pepper with a laugh.

“Yeah, back in the day, everybody would jam and party down here.” said Moog with a huge smile on his face of joy. “The Mamas & the Papas, Sonny & Cher…” he started to say.

“Hey, Mayhem” said Cheech while Chong sat next to him on the dusted cover couch. They were also covered in some dust.

“Cheech & Chong” said Moog in an amazed voice.

“You guys went out for pepperoni pizza and never come back, man,” said Chong.

“And with anchovies, man,” added Cheech.

“Yeah! Hey, where are the anchovies, man?” asked Chong.

“We got a little sidetracked by the 80s” replied Dr. Teeth with a laugh.

“Okay, this is insane,” said the Label Lady.

“No. This is home” replied the doc. “Fate had fortuitously unified us with our faithful friends and our groovy gear,” he added as he looked at Cheech and Chong.

Animal pulled a blanket off of his old drum set that was in perfect shape. “Whoa! Drums! Drums!” said the drummer happily. Everyone laughs.

“Wow! It’s Animal’s old drum kit” said Janice.

“And it’s our old home movies and TV VCR combo” replied Floyd as he tried to turn on the old TV.

“Guys, this stuff has been down here forever. There’s no way it still works…” the black haired female starts to say before Moog flips a switch and the power comes on.

“There’s a light switch?” asked Cheech.

The TV had turned on to an episode of the Muppet Show where the mayhem was in a tree. They were singing “Rockin’ Robin.”

“Hey! Remember that one?” asked Floyd Pepper.

“Tweet, tweet!” replied Animal as he ran over to the TV. Lewis comes over to the TV set and sees a scene of his dad. He had no scars back then, it was odd to see him without his scars. The band starts to sing the song with the episode.

“Shut up, all of you!” yelled Penny Waxman from above the hole. They all look up to the hole to see Penny.

“What are you doing to my floor?” she asked.

“Hey, now, there is my little firecracker,” replied the good doctor. Lips looked over to Teeth, he felt a bit jealous but he shook it off. They are ex lovers, he shouldn't be worried.

“In your dreams, Chompers!” replied the pink haired female. The ginger haired male laughs before waving at her.

“Love you, too, Twinkles” replied Dr. Teeth. Lips frown a bit. Lewis could tell that the blonde male was a bit upset. He gives him a hug which surprises the trumpet player but he hugs back.

“Could you two please be professional and play nice?” Nora asked the two ex lovers. JJ walks next to Penny and looks down at the hole.

“Just like us. Right, Smooshie?” replied JJ with a smile on his face. Animal grows like a hound and tries to bite the guy from down below the hole but Floyd gets a good hold of his chain to stop him. “Bad! Bad!” said the wild man.

“Animal, no! Back!” said the red haired male as he held the drummer’s chain tight. Animal grunts as he keeps trying to get JJ.

“Maybe leave your guard dog down there and you come up?” asked JJ, a bit scared of the drummer. Nora clears her throat.

“BRB” she said before heading up the stairs. The band was confused on what she mean by “BRB”

“Bring your own root beer,” Teeth said to Floyd.

“Ah. Right” replied the red haired male.

“Hey, we should get rolling too.” Cheech said to Chong. Zoot turns to the two. “Hey, you got a dime for a payphone?” asked Chong.

The dark blue haired male pulled out a dime and held it in the palm of his hand. The dime starts to float in his hand. Cheech and Chong look amazed by it.

“Hey, thanks, Dave,” said Chong.

“How do you do that, man?” asked Cheech.

Meanwhile upstairs, Nora walks over to Penny and JJ. “We’ll only be a sec,” said Penny.

“JJ’s still hounding me to buy our old music catalog for his app thingy.” she added as she looked up at JJ.

He leans down to her. “JFinty” he said.

“JFunfetti!” she replied. “He wanted to see some of our oldies in person.” the pink haired female added. Animal’s head suddenly popped through the hole in the floor.

“JJ bad!” he growled.

“That thing is coming through the floor!” said JJ, a bit scared of the wild man. Nora turns to Animal.

“It’s cool, Animal. I got this” she said to the drummer.

“Bad!” he growled as he slowly went down from the hole.

“Penny, you promised you wouldn’t make any decisions until you heard their new music.” the black haired female said to her boss.

“I’m sorry, new music?” JJ asked. “Your band just turned 50,” he added.

“They’re literally the oldies, which is great for my app.” JJ said. “But you are fooling yourself if you think the 12 to 24 demo is going to care,” he added.

“Let me tell you something” Nora replied as she felt her blood boil with anger. “The last thing the Mayhem is ever gonna be, is just"oldies ", she added.

“A two, three, four” Teeth’s voice was heard below them through the hole. The band was playing the song from the episode they watched.

“Yeah, I love this tune,” said Penny.

“Yeah” replied JJ.

“I used to do the twist to it, till I blew out my pelvis.” she replied.

“Ooh, enough said. But hey, I’m always here to help if you need it.” said Nora’s ex as he placed a hand on the pink haired female’s shoulder.

Animal growls appear again. JJ looks to see the drummer drooling like a guard dog and his eyes are yellow this time. Nora quickly grabbed a nearby rug and threw it over the hole and the wild man.

“Thanks for the offer, JJ, but it’s a closed rehearsal, so…” she said before Animal stops here.

“JJ bad” he said through the rug.

Down in the basement, the band was playing great. They finished the song. “See, now, that’s what I call classic Mayhem,” said Moog with a smile on his face. “You guys should cover this for the album,” he added.

“Absolutely,” replied Nora.

“Yeah,” replied Lips.

“But also, no” replied the Label Lady. The band looked confused. “Guys, everything on this new record has to sound super fresh.” she added.

“Right on.” Teeth said before looking at Floyd. “Hey Floyd” he asked the red haired male. Floyd turn to the good doctor.

“You cover the keys, I’ll slap the strings” said Dr. Teeth. “We’ll do an instrumentation switch-ilation” he added.

“Good idea” replied Floyd. The band starts to switch their instruments. “No,no, no. Stop.” said Nora.

“I’m not just talking about changing instruments.” she said.

“How about this?” asked Floyd Pepper. The band had changed their clothes to something completely different.

“Festive garments to wow the crowd” said the doc. Zoot agrees.

“Okay. Also, not asking for a wardrobe change.” the black haired female replied. “I’m talking about something especially for that 12 to 24 demo.” she added.

“A whole new musical vibe. Look, how about a hot music collab?” said Nora. Moog looks confused.

“Oh! Like what we did last time with Zedd and Sofia Carson?” asked Floyd.

“No. No, this time, we actually keep the song” she replied.

“Oh!” said the mayhem.

“Yeah, that’s one way to go” replied the band leader, his voice sounding tired.

“I’m not talking about a producer behind the scenes.” replied Label Lady. “I’m talking about an artist on the mic, bringing a new sound,” she added.

“Think, like, reggae, EDM, K-pop, modern pop, folk pop, country pop, hip hop.” said Nora.

“Classic rock” Lips started to say before it turn into mumbles.

“Mumble rap” replied Nora as she snapped her fingers.

“Oh yeah” replied the band.

“There you go, Lips. The ideas are flowing” replied the black haired female.

“Why didn’t you say so? We love the collaborizations. Right, gang?” replied the good doctor. The mayhem agrees. “What say we bring the old school?” said the doc.

“And you bring the new,” added Floyd.

“Hey, I know my way around a mixing board. You guys rock it, I’ll record it” replied Moog.

“Oh, you the man, Gorp,” replied Zoot.

“You know what. You can call me whatever you want, as long as I can help make this album. All right?” replied the black haired male.

Nora thought of another idea for the band. “Hey guys, I just got an idea” she said.

“What is it?” asked Floyd.

“What if you guys perform in your wereanimal forms?” the Label Lady said. The room suddenly went quiet, dead quiet. You could hear everyone breathing heavily. The band and Moog look scared. Nora is confused on why they are scared.

Suddenly a sound of a neck crack filled the quiet basement, she looked over to Dr. Teeth. He had his head to the side, a creepy smile on his face that showed his sharp fangs that look longer. His eyes were as gold as his gold tooth. The pupils in his eyes were like those of a feral feline on the streets. His nails have grown long and sharp like a tiger’s claws. A loud growl came from the good doctor’s throat.

“Nora.” He said in a cold, deep tone. “Look, I know you want to help us but that question is a huge no.” Teeth said with a bit of a hiss.

“Why?” asked Nora, nervously. Teeth’s eyes look dead into her soul.

“Well, Let’s see. Us wereanimals don’t like everyone to know. Why? You may ask. The answer is really easy. We don’t want to be killed, used as lab rats, have our fur ripped from our body, forced to breed in a market of abuse and horror!” He snarls.

“Now, how about you and Moog go upstairs while we stay down here and practice?” The doc said as his claws scratch the side of the wall.

“Yeah! Of course, see you guys later!” replied Moog in a nervous and scared tone as he took Nora’s hand and dragged her upstairs quickly.

“Man, you didn’t need to be hard on her,” said Floyd.

“She needs to know that we can’t do things that put us at risk” he snarls to the red haired male. Floyd Pepper huffs and shakes his head.

#the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #weremayhemau #lips muppet #zoot muppet #muppet mayhem #floyd pepper #animal muppet #janice muppets #lewis teeth #annie teeth #nora singh #JJ muppet mayhem #moog muppet mayhem #penny waxman

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When Worlds Collide: I Don't Wanna Say Goodbye

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind.

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

We've reached the end of WWC1! I'm still putting the final touches on WWC2 but I hope to have it finished soon!

Tags ~please please read the rules before filling out the form!

AO3

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Peter looked up when he saw a streak of purple, his eyes widening when he saw you flying up the statue, hovering in the air in front of Dr. Strange. He tilted his head to the side, slightly straining to hear what you were saying as he watched you.

“Stark.”

“I’m here to help. What can I do?”

“Help me close it.”

Peter made a face, shaking his head.

“Close it?”

He watched as you held your hands out in front of you, watching as your powers left your hands, moving towards the broken patches in the sky. The more patches that opened the stronger your powers grew, glowing brighter. He turned when he heard a crash, his eyes widening as he ran towards the other Peters.

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“Stark, this isn’t working.”

You huffed, shaking your head as you fought against your powers, pushing them to its limit.

“You’ve said that to me before, and we managed.”

“Stark-”

You shot him a glare, practically growling out the words.

“We’ll make it work.”

“Mel!”

You turned, seeing Peter land at the top of the broken statue.

“Peter?”

“What’s happening?”

Strange shook his head, looking over at Peter.

“They’re starting to come through and we can’t stop them.”

Peter looked around at the sky, shaking his head.

“There’s got to be something we can do. Can’t you just cast a spell again?”

“Peter-”

“Like the original spell. Before I screwed it all up.”

Strange shook his head, looking over at Peter.

“We’re too late for that. They’re here. They’re here because of you.” “What if everyone forgot who I was?” You gasped, your eyes wide as you looked over at Peter.

“What?”

“They’re coming here because of me, right? Because I’m Peter Parker? So cast a new spell. But this time, make everyone forget who Peter Parker is. Make everyone forget me.”

“No.”

“But it would work, right?”

Strange nodded, glancing at you.

“Yeah, it would work.”

He shook his head, looking down at Peter.

“But you have to understand, that would mean everyone who knows and loves you-”

Strange glanced at you, shaking his head as he looked back down at Peter.

“We’d- we’d have no memory of you. It’ll be as though you never existed.”

Peter took a deep breath, nodding.

“I know. Do it.”

You shook your head, clenching your jaw as you glared at Strange.

“Don’t you dare.”

You looked back over at Peter, shaking your head.

“We are not doing that. Do you hear me?”

“Mel, it’s the only way.”

“No it isn't. There’s always a way. Always.”

“Not this time.”

“No!”

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Peter looked up when he heard you yell, watching as a wave of energy left you, the force of it pushing him and Peter 2 back. Peter 2 groaned as he looked up, shaking his head.

“What is she doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“She’s something.”

Peter grinned slightly, nodding.

“Yeah, she is.”

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“Mel, stop! YN!”

“No! I’m not going to let you do this!”

“You don’t have a choice! Please, just stop!”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I do have a choice.”

You pushed your powers harder, shaking your head.

“And I’m choosing not to lose anyone else I care about.”

“You’ll kill yourself! Please, Mel, let me do this.”

You clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath as your powers grew brighter,

“No.”

You lifted yourself higher up into the air, closing your eyes.

“Not this time.”

The burning sensation started to grow as you felt something wet above your lip, but you ignored it, pushing your powers to the limit.

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“YN!”

Peter’s eyes widened when you started to tilt to the side, your powers flickering as they grew dimm. He went to take a step forward when he remembered he was holding Peter 2 up, causing him to clench his jaw as he watched you. Your powers went out with a loud thundering sound, almost matching the beat of his heart when he saw you start to fall, shaking his head, mumbling.

“No, no, no. Not again.”

He stopped breathing as Peter 1 jumped, falling after you. The distance between you was too great, and he felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest when a golden light circled around you, stopping your fall long enough for Peter 1 to catch you, wrapping himself around you as he threw a web out, swinging towards the remains of the statue before he landed, rolling to a stop in front of them. Peter sat up, gasping as he turned you onto your back, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Mel? YN, please”

You groaned, causing Peter to release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Hey, hey.”

You blinked, looking up at Peter.

“Pete?”

He nodded, gasping a harsh laugh.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

He helped you stand, keeping his hands on your arms as you looked around, shaking your head.

“What happened?”

He huffed slightly, shaking his head.

“You overdid it.”

He looked over at the other Peter’s, nodding slightly.

“I think this is it. I think you’re about to go home. But I uh- thank you. I just wanted- I wanna tell you that- I really don’t know how to say this, like-”

“Peter-”

“I want you to know that I- you know.”

“It’s what we do.”

“Yeah, it’s what we do.”

You shook your head, looking between the Peters, tilting your head to the side.

“Am I missing something here? I feel like I’m missing something here.”

Peter sighed, biting his lip before he looked over at you.

“Mel, Strange is going to do the spell. The original spell.”

You shook your head, pulling your arm free from Peter’s grasp.

“No. I won’t let him.”

Peter grabbed your arm when you turned, shaking his head.

“You already tried to stop it. It didn’t work. You couldn’t do it.”

“Then I’ll try again-”

“Mel please, we don’t have much time.”

You shook your head, huffing slightly.

“Peter please, let me try again.”

“It won’t work Mel. I’m sorry.”

“No. Peter-

Tears formed in your eyes as you stepped back from Peter, shaking your head.

“I’ll forget you.”

Peter took a deep breath, nodding.

“Yes.”

“I- I can’t.”

You shook your head, looking up at him.

“Remember what I said when we first met?”

Peter slightly made a face, nodding.

“Yeah? What does tha-”

“I told you that there was no point in us being friends because I was better off alone. Everyone I loved had left me. So there was no point in even getting to know you.”

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

“But you did.”

“I told you it was inevitable. And you told me that you would gladly claim the title of being the first person to prove YN Stark wrong.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head.

“Peter, please, prove me wrong. I don’t- I don’t wanna be right. Just this once, let me be wrong.”

Tears were in Peter’s eyes as he shook his head, watching as you wrapped your arms around yourself, sniffling.

“I can’t lose anyone else. I can’t. Please. I don’t want to be right.”

Tears welling in your eyes as you turned, looking over at Peter 3.

“Not about this. Please.”

“I’m sorry Mel. But this is the only way.”

You shook your head, turning back towards Peter.

“I- I’ll be alone again.”

Peter shook his head, stepping towards you.

“No, no you won’t. You’ll have MJ and Ned-”

You smiled sadly, shaking your head.

“No, I won’t.”

“You would-”

You sighed, tears streaming down as you shook your head.

“I met them because of you. Because dad brought you to the compound and we hung out and you managed to talk him into letting me go to school for the first time where you introduced me to your friends. Without you, I never would’ve met them.”

You looked over at him, shooting him a small grin, slightly laughing.

“You changed my life. You, with your star wars addiction and science puns. You entered my life and changed everything. Now, now you’re leaving it and changing it again. I- I lost my dad, the woman who was my best friend, the avengers- my family, and now you’re telling me I have to lose my family again? I can’t. So please, just this once, let me be wrong. I don’t want to be right. Not about this.”

Peter surged forward, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned down, returning the hug with just as much force.

“You have to find me Peter. Okay? You have to find me and make me remember. Promise me.”

Peter nodded, leaning back so he could look at you.

“I promise.”

“You’ll have your work cut out for you. Whatever stories you heard about dad before you met him, I- I’ll be worse.”

Peter nodded slightly, grinning.

“I managed to talk you into being my friend, how hard can it be a second time?”

You laughed, nodding.

“Go. Go find MJ and Ned. Tell- tell them I love them.”

He nodded, smiling.

“I will.”

You watched as Peter walked to the other Peters, giving them a hug.

“Thank you. Thank you. I guess I’ll see you.”

“Keep safe.”

“Bye.”

Peter swung away, both Peter’s waving at him.

“You’re in so much pain, huh?”

“I am.”

Peter 3 nodded, slightly smiling.

“Yeah.”

You wiped your face as you turned towards them, slightly making a face.

“You’re hurt?”

Peter 3 nodded, jerking his head towards Peter 2.

“He got stabbed.”

Your eyes widened as you stopped in front of them, looking him over, trying to find where he was stabbed.

“But I’m fine. Really-”

You shot him a look, shaking your head.

“Sure.”

You glanced at Peter 3, tilting your head to the side.

“Where?”

“Back.”

You nodded, walking behind them, moving your hand along his back, stopping at the wound, hovering your hand over it.

“Whatcha doing?”

You glanced up at Peter 3 as your hand lit purple, grinning slightly.

“Healing him.”

He nodded, watching you.

“Sounds good.”

You grinned slightly, shaking your head as you dropped your hand, walking in front of them, looking over at Peter 2.

“Better?”

He smiled, nodding.

“Much. Thank you.”

You shook your head as you stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you for saving Peter.”

He returned the hug, nodding before you stepped back, looking up at him.

“He’s my brother.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“What?”

“You asked me at the school what Peter is to me. He’s my brother.”

You turned, looking up at Strange before you turned back towards the Peter’s.

“Your eyes. They’re glowing again.”

Peter 3 shook his head, shooting you a look.

“What are you doing?”

You looked over at him, nodding.

“Helping.”

“You almost died helping.”

You shook your head, sighing softly.

“I’m not helping Strange.”

“Then wh-”

You smiled softly, nodding towards the direction Peter had swung off in.

“Peter. I’m giving him more time.”

He nodded as he walked towards you, grabbing your hand.

“Good.”

You made a face as he pulled you away from Peter 2, catching the smile on his face.

“Peter, what are you doing?”

He stopped, moving to stand in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Saying goodbye.”

You shook your head, tears stinging at your eyes again, causing you to huff.

“No. Saying goodbye means it’s the end. And it can’t be the end because we haven’t even had our beginning.”

He smiled, nodding as he wiped the tears that had fallen, leaning down.

“I know.”

He closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. This time, you reacted, placing your hands on his sides, slowly siding them up his chest, resting one hand over his heart as you slid your other hand behind his neck, pulling him down closer to you. You leaned back slightly, looking up at him.

“I promise you, I will find you so we can have our beginning.”

He nodded, leaning down, kissing you softly.

“I believe you.”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as he started to glow. You gasped when he disappeared, shaking your head as you reached up, wiping your cheeks. You made a face as you looked down at your fingers, seeing the tips of your fingers wet.

“What?”

You turned when you heard something fall into the water, your eyes widening. The Statue of Liberty was destroyed, and when you looked down, your left hand was glowing, causing you to gasp.

“Oh god, what have I done?”

#when worlds collide #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #andrew garfiled!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!spiderman x reader #marvel x reader

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jomiddlemarch · 1 year

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gingerbread

4. “…and truly, Gil, if I did not know it would send you into gales of laughter so loud you’d risk being evicted from your boarding-house and the relatively tender care of Mrs. Tamasin Agatha Thompson, she of the well-laundered sheets and over-boiled mutton, I should commit myself in ink no less, to the assertion you must be a wizard, with powers peculiar and inexplicable, for how else might I account for the parcel left waiting for me on the most miserable of January days, sleet mixed with ice falling from a sky that cannot possibly remember being blue, the streets all filled with such freezing slush that the best pair of boots in the world could not remain impervious to each step’s splashing soaking, leaving me with sodden wool stockings and icicles for toes, my nose sadly redder than my hair could ever have been, the enormous stack of essays I have to grade more Pringlish than ever before, snide and carping when they are not dull and near-ossified, and Rebecca Dew setting before me a plate of turnips and cod that not even salt and pepper could enliven—how else can I make sense of the miracle of finding a brown paper parcel, tied most neatly with string, and addressed to Miss Anne Shirley, Windy Poplars in your confident and dashing hand, filled with a copy of Mr. James’s Portrait of a Ladycarefully wrapped in tissue and quite the most wonderful quantity of Blythe gingerbread that can only have been made, in some mysterious way, by the hand of the future Dr. Gilbert Blythe?

I must hope most fervently you are a wizard and have beguiled Mrs. Thompson into the use of her kitchen, her calico pinafore, her ginger and molasses, otherwise I cannot imagine what devilish bargain you may have struck in order to have accomplished this marvel, the biscuits perfectly baked, arriving in pristine condition, on a night when I might otherwise have thrown my hands up in despair and fallen on my chilly knees and positively keened my sorrow and frustration to the implacable heavens and instead, you darling sweet man, I stuffed myself with the sweets you baked and drank an entire pot of tea and thawed most wonderfully, my nose regaining its proper color and my toes theirs and my hand, once finished with picking up the last of the gingerbread, made ready to take up a pen without any scratchiness about it to tell you how dear you are to me, how beloved and (though I blush to admit it!) how ardently desired, how eager I am for your embrace and the touch of your hand, your lips, to hear you call me Anne-girl and your own, your dearest love as you are mine, Gil, as you are and ever will be…”

#anne of green gables #anne of windy poplars #anne/gilbert #gingerbread #pringles #humor #the endless prompt fill #fruitloopsforlife #I think I am probably in good company #finding windy poplars a slog #I tried my best!#rebecca dew #the pen-nib of destiny #romance

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scrawlingwithstyle · 2 years

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One Good Turn (3/?)

The story of how “you,” an apparently average person, join the Avengers. A Marvel fanfiction based on my friend’s recurring dream.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1219

Tags: @arrow-guy

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Your next stop is a sterile lab.

A man with glasses and curly, salt-and-pepper hair looks up as you enter and smiles warmly.

“So you’re the one who helped out on the subway!” he says, standing and approaching you. “I’m Dr. Banner.” He extends a hand. “Bruce.”

You shake his hand and introduce yourself.

“Nice to meet you,” he replies. “Would you mind taking a seat? This will only take a few minutes.”

Steve leans on the wall by the door while you pull up a stool.

“Do you donate blood?” the doctor asks, opening a kit. You notice the collection tubes before he pulls out a syringe.

Your stomach turns and you grip the edges of your seat. “Are you taking any?”

His eyebrows draw together in concern. “I’m beginning to think maybe I shouldn’t. Are you alright?”

You take a deep breath to curb your nausea as he hides the needle from your view. “I donate sometimes, but I usually have to prepare myself mentally.”

He nods, puts the syringe back in the kit and closes it. “What about one of those DNA kits—the kind for learning your heritage?”

“Is that what we’re doing? A DNA test?” you ask, loosening your grip on the edges of the stool.

“Yes,” he says, rummaging in a drawer. He pulls out a tiny plastic cup and draws a line across it with a sharpie. “It’d be a little harder to test, but saliva works too. Fill it to the line. It helps to imagine eating sour candy.”

You take the cup and start spitting. “What are you testing for?” you ask.

“The possibility of developing innate powers,” he replies. “None of us Avengers are like that, but there are lots of people in the world who are.”

You work up a bit more saliva before you ask. “You’re an Avenger?”

A wry grin spreads across his face. “You’d probably recognize me better when I’m green.”

“Wait . . .” You set the cup on the counter. “You’re the Hulk?”

Banner puts a lid on your cup and nods. “Mm-hm.”

“How do you change so much?” you ask. “Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head in dismissal. “Right now isn’t a great time to talk about him. You probably still have a long day ahead of you, and you won’t run out of questions anytime soon.”

You stand and shake his hand again before following Steve out.

“Was he kidding?” you ask. “Is he really the Hulk, or is he just messing with me?”

Steve doesn’t look at you, but he smiles. “Yeah. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but he is the Hulk.”

You follow him down a series of hallways before you reach another room. It’s a wide-open gym space, brightly lit with fluorescent bulbs. On the far end, the heavy equipment gives way to a bare area, with only a thick mat on the floor. Nearest the mat is a set of punching bags. Natasha is stretching nearby, using what appears to be a stool to overextend her splits. You have to hold back a low whistle. It’s not every day you see someone that flexible.

“Oh,” she says as she catches sight of you and Steve. “You’re already done. How did it go?”

“It ‘remains to be seen,’” you reply, using air quotes.

She grins, switching her position to stretch the other way. “That sounds about right.”

Steve leaves you with her, stating that he’ll be waiting in the lobby area to take you home.

“We won’t be long,” Natasha says as he walks away.

Once she gets up, she says, “You’re not really prepared for physical training today, so I’ll just show you around.”

“Hard to be prepared when an Avenger just shows up on my doorstep,” you reply with a half-grin.

She gives a short laugh. “Fair.” She shows you the different machines and equipment, then leads you down past some weightlifting equipment to a couple of doors, and pulls a key out of her pocket. “These are the locker rooms. This is the key to your locker.”

You look down and see that your key has a number etched into the head. It seems pretty straightforward. “Thanks.”

“When you come to train with me, make sure to bring a change of clothes. We have showers and provide towels.” She nods her head toward the door. “If you want to explore the locker room a bit, you can, but it’s not like it’s a maze in there.”

You shrug. “I’ll worry about that next time.”

She nods. “Alright.” She walks you toward the exit. “Do you remember where the elevators are?”

You glance at the door as you recall the route you walked to get here. “Uh… yeah.”

“Great. The lobby is a straight shot from there. See you!”

You wave and turn to go out the door. Finding the elevator is a little harder than you thought, but it doesn’t take long.

As he told you, Steve is waiting for you in the front of the lobby, and someone is chatting with him. “Oh, there they are,” he says as he catches a glimpse of you.

You give a small wave to the other person as you approach.

“Hi, I’m Clint,” he says, offering a hand.

You shake it and give your name. “Hawkeye, right?”

He nods, a slight smile flashing across his face.

The reality is finally starting to hit that every person you’ve met in the last couple of hours is a fucking Avenger. “I… I used to love archery as a kid,” you stammer, suddenly unable to think of a single other normal thing to say. “I never got very good at it,” you add, feeling your face flush, “but it was fun.”

He gives a wry smile, but doesn’t respond directly. “Nice to meet you,” he says as Steve opens the door. “I guess I’ll be seeing you again later.”

You nod and wave as you turn to walk, not trusting your mouth anymore.

As you get to the car, Steve asks, “So how are you feeling?”

You don’t even need to think before you answer. “Nervous as hell.”

He chuckles. “You’ll get used to it.”

You grimly press your lips together. “I might.”

After he pulls out onto the street, he reaches into his pocket. “I almost forgot.” He pulls out a key card. “You’ll need this to get into the tower when you come alone. Don’t lose it.”

You scramble for your wallet to put it away before you forget.

He chats with you about your availability for the next few weeks before dropping you off at your apartment building. You're expected almost every day for at least the first week, whenever you have time. You hold back a sigh. There goes your after-work wind-down time for the week.

“I’ll let Nat know when to expect you, then,” he says as you open your door.

“Thanks,” you reply. “See you later!”

He waves as you shut the door.

The moment you reach your apartment and shut the door behind you, you suck in a deep breath and let out a long groan. This is either going to be the coolest thing you’ve ever done, or the scariest. Maybe both. You think it’s safest to bet on both.

#I feel like a goddamn fanfiction.net author's note #''sorry the update took so long. my dad died and i got diagnosed with ADHD''#sorry this chapter is a bit shorter #pretty sure the next one is gonna be a long one #fanfiction #marvel #avengers #reader-insert #I hope the writing is close enough to the same as the other two #It's harder to write introspection when there's so much going on #also i'm not sure how the separation bar is going to work now in the new post editor #I have to do a blank line with strikethrough for now because it's being a pain in the ass

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gold-relief · 3 months

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potty time

I haven’t gone to make piss in 8 hours. It feels amazing 😻 holding in all my gold water 💦 that wants to flow out of my little pee pee hole full force filling up the toilet with a thick golden color. My bladder is hard because it has all the liquids I drank in it which was Dr Pepper for supper and water through out the night. My mouth gets dry so I wake up here and there thirsty and take nice size drinks out of my water bottle. Tonight I finished 2 and am on my 3rd. It makes me feel so yummy between my thighs when I go to full on go. I wonder how much longer I will be able to hold before I have to sit on the cool porcelain and make a nice long stream. They usually last over a minute cause I don’t whizz very often only about 3-4x a day and they all make me feel tingly before I finally relax and release. Having a little bit of fun with myself always feels nice. Does anyone else enjoy 😊 a good hold and if you do how long do you pee for??

Update: I finally made a huge power piss that was forever after holding 14 hours

#urinate #pee kink #bathroom #bladder holding

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thursdaygarbageday · 6 months

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A Scientific Discovery in Africa

Once upon a time in bustling Mumbai, India, there were two brilliant scientists named Rahul and Priya. They were not just ordinary scientists; they were inventors who had dedicated their lives to pushing the boundaries of knowledge and discovery.

One sunny day, while conducting experiments in their state-of-the-art laboratory, Rahul stumbled upon a hidden compartment behind a bookshelf. It was a secret room that held a mysterious contraption unlike anything they had ever seen before. Little did they know, this discovery would change their lives forever.

As they examined the strange device, an unexpected visitor entered the laboratory. It was none other than their long-time rival, Dr. Shakti, a renowned scientist with a penchant for mischief and competition. "Ah, Rahul and Priya, I see you have stumbled upon my little secret," Dr. Shakti declared with a mischievous smirk.

Determined not to let Dr. Shakti steal their thunder, Rahul and Priya embarked on a race against time to understand the purpose of the device and harness its power for the betterment of society. With each passing day, they delved deeper into the intricacies of the machine, solving one puzzle after another.

But it wasn't all serious business for our intrepid scientists. Along the way, they peppered their conversations with jokes and quotes by the legendary comedian, Michael Christian. "Remember," Rahul quipped, "Inventions are like jokes; only a few of them are truly groundbreaking!"

As their adventure unfolded, Rahul and Priya found themselves facing numerous challenges. From navigating treacherous mazes to decoding ancient texts, they relied on their scientific expertise and quick wit to overcome every hurdle. "Science and comedy go hand in hand," Priya mused, "Just like a hypothesis and its punchline!"

Their journey took them from the bustling streets of Mumbai to the serene temples of Varanasi, where they sought guidance from wise sages. Along the way, they encountered mystical creatures and encountered the power of belief and determination. "Science may explain the world," Rahul joked, "but it's the magic in our hearts that truly makes it extraordinary."

With each passing day, Rahul and Priya grew closer, not just as colleagues but as friends who shared a passion for exploration. Together, they faced their rival Dr. Shakti, who constantly challenged them to be their very best. "Remember," Dr. Shakti taunted, "A breakthrough can only happen when you're willing to break some eggs!"

In the end, Rahul and Priya succeeded in unraveling the secret of the mysterious device and used its power to create revolutionary inventions that changed the world. Their journey had been filled with laughter, tears, and countless Michael Christian quotes, but it was all worth it. As they stood on the precipice of greatness, Rahul turned to Priya and said, "We did it, my friend! Our scientific prowess combined with a touch of humor has led us to this moment."

And so, the tale of Rahul and Priya, two scientists who stumbled upon a secret discovery, came to an end. But their legacy lived on, inspiring future generations to embrace the wonders of science and the power of a good joke. As Michael Christian himself once said, "Laughter is the best invention that never needs a patent!"

#powerpittsburgh.

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catiecriesalot · 11 months

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Ayo its time for my trianual post:

This is the most insanely American thing about me, but I genuinely feel like burgers have healing power. I could feel like shit, hangry, overstimulated, and as soon as I get my hands on a greasy patty with cheese and assorted toppings I am rejuvenated. My entire being is brought back to life the moment i have that soft, warm, bun in hand. Fries on the side, hot and slightly crispy. With a nice ICE COLD coke or dr pepper in hand.

This is the supreme unparalleled meal. I don’t care if it’s fat and sodium filled, I LIKE THAT IT IS. In fact, I HATE THAT PEOPLE TALK ABOUT FATTY MEALS LIKE THEY ARE A BAD THING.

Don’t let diet culture fool you, high fat/protein filled foods are the best way to build muscle. The only dif between a chicken and rice platter and a burger with a bun is the way the protein and carb are presented!!! EAT THAT BURGER. YOU NEED SODIUM!!! YOU NEED CARBS IN ORDER TO FUNCTION!! Yes fiber is a good thing but you can ADD THAT TO YOUR BURGER OR EAT A SALAD ON THE SIDE!

Live your life to the fullest and never let the Europeans or classist pieces of shit shame you for eating true American foods!!

This 4th of July celebrate the country you want the USA to become, and EAT THAT MOTHERFUCKING BURGER!!!

#america truck yeah #food #burgers #hamburger #i will make america beautiful one delicious meal at a time #hopelessness is complacency

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rikasfundingassociates · 1 year

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[New Recording] The Hacker

This interview originally took place on May 14th, 2023.

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With a buzz of your mobile device, a new tab opens up without any prompting! A black screen fills your monitor, and a lime green cursor taps out the lines:

> HACKER.VIDEOCALL()

> LOADING...

A laptop-style webcam flicks on, and you see a tuft of ginger hair fill the frame of the screen, half-obscuring the various game posters and glow in the dark decals that decorate the room the video is capturing. Behind the gaming chair propped in front of the camera, you see a messy apartment bedroom with a half-ajar bathroom door in the far corner, an electric keyboard pushed against the back wall, stacks of speakers and electronic equipment, and two food bowls by the door.

The redhead who seemed to be fiddling with the computer out of view finally leans back in her chair, humming to herself contentedly before fixating her eyes on the red light of the webcam. At that, she perks up immediately.

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[HACKER]: "Riiiight- I should introduce myself! Master hacker Cady MacNider at your service!"

hi!! how’ve you been ‘ ‘

CADY: "Today??? Pretty damn good, I'll say so myself! Just put the finishing touches on the new maintenance update !!"

best question ever: What colour is an orange :)

"Uhhhh pretty sure you asked the question wrong, duderino. Orange! That's, like, the easiest answer I've ever given ever!"

Favourite Pokémon??

"Snorlax... I vibe with him on a personal level ..!"

HELLO CADY!! How do you pass the time? :smile:

"Well now you just wan' me to talk about myself, dontcha? I do a lot of coding, but I also 'ave a penchant for gaming, playing with Kirby, and making music when I got the chance!"

hello cady :) what are your computer specs :smooch:

"I've got this baby loaded up with all the fancy shmancy stuff--! High power graphics card, processor, the whole shebang !!"

As she says that, she gives the PC a good ol' smack. Bang bang!

"It's like my child... or the closest I can get to my own flesh an' blood!"

HI CADY!! when we were talking to cayden there was this big ufo behind him but he didnt notice it. did it take him or is he still alive??

She takes off her headphones and gives a solemn shake of her head.

"We miss him every day..."

Favorite drink ever ?(Cady is such a cute name oml)

"Dr. Pepper all the way! Only the best gamer fuel for a high-maintenance machine like myself !!" :3

Are you sure its orange

"Is it? I mean, I don't eat much fruit, but I'm preeettyyyy sure..."

hey cady, i heard somewhere that if you add 10 to your age and then substract 5 and then another 5 you get your age, but i cant wrap my head around this. could you help me with an example with your age, pretty please? begging? please?

"I'd be chuffed to help! Okay okay okay so if you take 22 and add 10 that's 32 minus 5 that's 17.. then add 5 that's 22! You were right!!!" :D

What was the first video game you ever played?

"Oooohhh, you're takin' me back down memory lane! Methinks it was prob-ly Wii Sports Resort, honestly...

I was cracked with the tennis racket :3."

Hi Cady!! What’s the craziest hack you’ve managed to pull off?

She taps her chin. "Well, there was that one time I managed to leak the FBI flight watchlist..."

"Jokes! I joke! I actually don't do much fancy hacking, ashully. 'm more of a white hat hacker!"

If we're allowed multiple questions: favourite song to play on just dance?

"Bangarang duh dununah BRANG WOO-WOO DUNUNUN--"

Insert a poorly executed attempt to mimic rave synths.

favourite mii game?

"I've always liked the bowling one.. you just need the right flick of the wrist and it's an auto-strike every time! Just gotta game th' system !!"

Did you ever play the swordplay or airplane games on Wii sports resort?

"When they did the anime transformation poses when the people linked up with each other I peaked in life."

Cady what.

"But I never was able to get good at the sword one, sadly... It's all about spamming and my poor fingies can't take that..."

Any favourite cat breeds ? :)

At that, she takes a deep inhale. "Okay so first of all I gotta give a shoutout to the longhairs, they're sososo fluffy but ALSO Maine Coons are soooo cute--" Quick break to catch her breath.

"But of course, whatever breed Kirby is is the one I love the most !!! (She has no idea what breed he is.)"

Do u think ur a lover or a fighter (:<

"Hmmmm... I mean of cours' I'm a lover! I love my friends and everyone else... how could I not be !!! I'm just sooo lovable..."

"Unless someone hurts the people I care 'bout-- then we're gonna have a problem!!!" She throws some air punches.

Do you have a favourite soup?

"Uhhhhh soup flavor?? Give me a sec, I don't 'ave these things memorized... oh! Tomato bisque... that's one of 'em right?"

Is it true that all fast food restaurants have been secretly taken over by the people who fooled everyone that oranges are orange?

"WHAT !!!! Not... not that I know of????" :WBAT:

whats a story that happened to you that sounds like something you'd see on r/thathappened, despite being very real?

"Oh!!!! Oh oh oh! I've got the PERFECT story for y' folks!"

"So, according to my ma' when I was a mere babe... my nametag got switch'd up with another kid's and the wrong parents ended up taking me home !!! Crazy, right? In the end though, I raised up such a fuss and made their lives so miserable they ended up coming back because they knew they hadn't created this hellspawn! ... and I'm glad they did, because my old folks actually knew how to raise said hellspawn!!" Double finger guns !!

Im telling u dude its 100% truth!!!

"I don't believe you, I'm sorryyy!!! You gotta show me somethin' concrete, some proof! Scientific method and all of that!"

What's your favorite color combo?

"Lime green and purple !! Don't think I have any clothes that aren't in either of those colors..."

SEE!!

You just gotta get rid of the orange wax!!! Yk like what they put on supermarket apples

There are no words for a moment. ".... YOU JUST PEEL THE ORANGE OFF????" She totally believes you.

"I need to lie down..."

What is your vehicle of choice? :smilee:

"Well... Shiko says I shouldn't be trusted around a car, so my handy dandy bicycle is the next best thing !!"

What do you do when you're not hacking?

"Everyone's gotta have a healthy work-life balance, y'know? Unless you work at Marium Corp, I guess..."

"I take break days to spend over 10 hours playing video games, touching grass, and maybe even renting a movie!! Sure, there are more break days than regular days, but I didn't say it was a GOOD work-life balance..."

did you know that if you peel an orange with a nokia you have a 0.00008% to get a shiny orange?

"Like a rare collectible orange !!! What !! " There are stars in her eyes. "You've piqued my interest, magic man!"

If you dip the true form of an orange into lemon juice, it turns purple! Like the butterfly pea tea (?) !!

"THE BUTTERFLY PEA WHAT ?!?!?!?!?"

legend says.............. opening it with a wii remote has the low low low rate of getting a :THISMAN: orange :scream: :scream: :scream: :scream: :scream: :scream: :scream: :scream:

"That's so coollll ! I gotta try that out--

... Hold on where did you get that picture of Val--?!"

The blood orange must be sacrificed!! Dont forget that part!

"Got it, boss !!!" She salutes.

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CADY: [The hacker quickly glances up above the screen, widening her eyes slightly before stretching her arms above her head.]

"Well, think that's all the time I have to talk... gotta push this update out to the others!! They're gonna be so impressed! ... was nice meeting you all, see ya 'round!"

[Cady beams at the screen and waves to you, before closing the call.]

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#kgrp #teaser

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mass-effect-2-cheats-consfy · 2 years

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PC Tweaks (Mass Effect 2) | Mass Effect Wiki | Fandom

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Have a saved game file from the original Mass Effect on your hard drive, and use that profile in Mass Effect 2 to get the following bonuses:. Use the following steps to get the bonus Dr. Pepper bonus items. Note: You can register three different accounts to redeem three different codes and get each bonus item. After creating an account, enter one of the following redemption codes, and select the "No Purchase" option:. Select the "Redeem" button to get a login for an EA account. Log in with your EA account information that is linked to Mass Effect 2. Select Mass Effect 2 from the game list, and choose the desired bonus item. Repeat the steps with a new drpepper. Successfully complete the game. Successfully complete the indicated party member's Loyalty mission or task to unlock the corresponding skill for Shepard, alternate colors for their costumes, and increase the chance for surviving the suicide mission. Note: Successfully complete the Advanced Training research upgrade for your ship to be able to select the skills. During conversations, look carefully for a prompt at the top left area of the screen. Quickly press LT when the wings appear for extra Paragon points. Quickly press RT when the star appears for extra Renegade points. Have at least four available skill points and a skill ready to be evolved to its fourth form. This works best if you level a skill from 0 to 4 10 points at the same time. Repeat this process to fill every line of your and your crew's skill tree. Note: You cannot do this trick in the patched version of the game. You can delete all patches for the game by using the "Clear hard drive cache" code for the Xbox Throughout the game you will unlock training to redistribute your skill points. Respec and distribute them into your Mastery repeatedly until your Paragon and Renegade are full. To find some easy mining planets, go to the Micah system in the Vallhallan Threshold, and look for the three planets hidden in the asteroids. They are all "Rich" planets with a lot of materials on them to help with your upgrades. Recruit Morinth to get the Dominate skill, and get a large amount of Element Zero. Buy the Advanced Training upgrade, and select Dominate. This will result in a bonus skill point, which is then used by the Retrain Powers upgrade. Repeat this process to get another skill point. While scanning a planet, do not hold LT. Instead, rapidly tap LT until you see a blip on the scanner. Then, go back over the area while holding LT to find the best location to send the probe. Move the pointer to the left or right of the planet you want to scan. Press the Left Analog-stick and Right Analog-stick in the same direction to double the spin speed of the planet and allow you to locate resources on the grid line quickly. After scanning a planet and pressing Y, the planet information screen on the right reveals if the planet is "Rich", "Moderate", or "Poor". Ore yields vary from 1, to 3, Note: If there is an anomaly on the planet typically a rich planet and you land before you scan, usually the Star Map on the Normandy will put you in a strange location away from the anomaly planet. You must then go back and rescan to get your ores. Change the difficulty to Hardcore before you land on the planet. You can then change the difficulty back to its original setting. This trick requires any Biotic that lifts your enemy off the ground and the Cryo Bomb tech. Use the Biotic to lift the enemy off the ground, then hit him or her with the Cryo Bomb while they are still under the Biotic's effect. This will cause him or her to be stuck in a permanent falling state, where they are not capable of causing any damage. This is very helpful when trying to prevent the deployment of Harbinger, as once he enters the glitched body he cannot move. Thus, you can kill him at the end of a fight to prevent him from jumping into another body. Shoot the M Cain, and keep [Fire] held while pressing [Reload] after each shot. The shots will keep firing during the previous shots' explosions. Dominate is a very useful Biotic ability that allows you to control organic enemies and turn them into allies, similar to the Hack ability that controls synthetics. In order to get this ability as a Loyalty mission bonus to use for your character, you must help Morinth kill Samara during Samara's Loyalty mission. However, it is possible to keep Samara on your team but still get Morinth's Dominate ability by using the following trick. Play Samara's Loyalty mission up to the point where Samara confronts Morinth. Save the game immediately before the confrontation. When you must choose who to eliminate, choose the option that allows Morinth get the upper-hand on Samara and kill her. Create a separate saved game file. Go to the ship, and talk to Morinth. Load the previous saved game, then have Samara kill Morinth. You will now get to keep Samara as a squad mate and have Morinth's Dominate ability when you choose a bonus Loyalty power to add to your character in the prototype upgrade screen. Talk with Yeoman Kelly Chambers often, and choose the kind responses. Invite her to dinner when you get the option. Do not let Kelly die during the final mission, and select a loyal escort for the crew in the final scene. After completing the game, talk to Kelly. You will get an e-mail from her. Go to your quarters, and invite her up using your console to get the romance scene. Do not play Miranda's loyalty mission at first. Instead, wait for Jack's mission to become available, and play it first. After the mission when they are fighting, support Jack. Miranda's loyalty will be low. Then, play her loyalty mission to get it back. Go up to Legion in his quarters. Highlight him, but do not talk to him, and eventually he will do the "Robot" dance. Go to the Local Cluster, and survey Uranus. Instead of the usual "Probe Launched" response, the voice will instead make Uranus jokes such as "Probing Uranus" or "Really Commander? Wander around the ship in-between missions to hear some funny quotes. Stand next to Jeff "Joker" Moreau the pilot without interacting with him. You will hear him say things such as the following:. Space Hamster is available on Illium. Once you go into your cabin and select him, he will come out and do the same "Squeek" that Boo did, who was Minsc's "Intergalactic Space Hamster" from Baldur's Gate and Baldur's Gate 2. At the end of the game in "The Lair Of The Shadow Broker" bonus downloadable content, examine the terminal that has all your teammates' dossiers. Read Legion's dossier to find out that he is a gamer. It will list the games he has downloaded, his leaderboard scores, and other information about his gaming past. If you completed the game but someone died after landing on the Collector Ship, choose someone else. During the last part where you select someone for the final time, do not choose someone without loyalty e. Instead, leave them with loyal company. For example, if you lose Tali's loyalty and take her through the last part of the mission and she dies, reload the game, and leave her with everyone else. You can then get the "No One Left Behind" achievement. Mass Effect 2. PS5 Backward Compatibility. Has Facebook Screwed the Pooch with Oculus? The Life and Death of Motion Controls. The Best Games of Top 7 Badass Comic Stars. Top 10 Good Games. The 7 Fantabulous Faces of Harley Quinn. More Special Features Around The Web. No Cyberpunk? No Problem! Can Gamers Really Trust Facebook? Let's Face It Super Mario is Perfect! Do you like video games more now or sometime in the past? 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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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Build-A-Bear

Part One

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Peter Parker (platonic), background MCU characters

Warnings: [chapter] language; [series] language, smut, violence

Summary: The only people who knew she was actually a Stark were her dad, her step-mom Pepper, and her “uncles” Happy and Rhodey. A promotion within Stark Industries takes her from an already-sought after position in the Weapons Anaylsis Unit straight to the Avengers as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist... which means her dad is her new boss. There’s only one rule at work: no fraternizing with coworkers. There’s one more rule at home: no dating any Avengers. So what is she supposed to do when a grumpy super soldier becomes not-so-grumpy around her? At 25, do her dad’s rules still apply? Or is her entire livelihood at risk?

Author’s Note: I’ve written a decent portion of this but know I won’t keep writing it or post it unless I hold myself accountable and get it out there in the first place 🙈 I haven’t written much for Marvel yet but I’ve read plenty and have written for other fandoms in the past (not to mention the writing degree on my wall lol). I’ll try to post every 2-3 days to keep this moving! And if you like it and want to, buy me a coffee!

No one knew Tony Stark had a daughter. No one but Tony Stark and his daughter. Well, and her step-mom Pepper. And her godfather Rhodey. And her uncle-not-uncle Happy. But no one in their everyday lives knew. She was given her mother’s maiden name and kept a secret, even when she turned 17 and moved to a small apartment near NYU’s campus (with Happy stationed right next door, of course) to start life as a truly normal adult, or as close to normal as an undercover Stark could be. When she graduated with her PhDs in robotics and electrical engineering at 25 — proving brains really do run in the family — she moved into her own apartment in Manhattan, funded by her father under the pseudonym “Michael Myers.” Subtlety was never his strong suit.

Fortunately for you, growing up without the Stark name let you live a relatively normal life. It also allowed you to apply for a position within Stark Industries without being ushered past any red tape because of who your father is. Outside of the financial advantage you had, you worked for your spot in a STEM career. You suffered through every man in your field belittling your work despite knowing less than you. You dealt with the constant interruptions and “well, actually” because of your gender. You powered through late nights and early mornings when your mind was flowing too smoothly to quit.

The last thing you wanted to do was have all that work disregarded because you shared a name with genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark. So you filled out the application, sent in your resume and cover letter, and attached three letters of recommendation from your professors. You went through hours of interviews, background checks (conveniently redacting your father’s name), and polygraph tests until that offer letter showed up in your email. You even had to sign the Non-Disclosure Agreements that would bar you from discussing *anything* work-related with anyone outside of your department.

You spent your first year in the weapons analysis department, evaluating alien weaponry and determining how it worked and how to disable it. You had your fair share of mishaps, of course. Holes blasted into walls, fried robot dummies, even burnt animal carcasses. By the end of your first year, your supervisor sent a commendation and proposal for you for an undisclosed promotion. After Pepper Potts “thoroughly examined your resume, cover letter, and accomplishments during your tenure with Stark Industries,” as the letter read, you were awarded a position working on the Avengers’ weapons as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist. You’d never see a fight in-person, but you were assigned to work on advancements and post-battle repairs for everyone, from the Winter Soldier’s arm to the Falcon’s wings to Vision’s... everything. The only heroes you wouldn’t work on were Iron Man and War Machine (those were your dad’s territory) and Spider-Man.

On your first day in your new position, the one and only Pepper Potts showed you to your new lab on the 47th floor. It took all your willpower to look your step-mother in the eye and say, “Wow, Miss Potts. This is amazing. It’s such an honor to meet you,” with a straight face to convince any passerby that you had no outside affiliation with her. Even if her eyes stayed steady on you, you could see her mentally rolling them.

Once you were alone behind the doors of the elevator, conversation changed course.

“You’re going to be sharing a lab with someone else,” Pepper said.

“Sweet. As long as they’re competent, that’s fine by me,” you shrugged. Part of earning your degrees was learning to share a workspace with others, even those who bumbled and fumbled with no idea what they were doing. You’d had more hair singed by nearby explosions than you’d like to admit.

“He’s still in college so he’s not here as often as the others. Most of his work will be on Spider-Man’s gadgets and suit, but you can use him for any help you need.”

Walking past the familiar faces of Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho in their respective labs, Pepper ushered you into your lab, where you were met by your father and put on the same excited facade you did with Pepper.

“Oh my god, you’re Tony Stark! This is incredible! It’s such an honor to meet you, sir!”

He shook his head at you and reluctantly accepted your outstretched hand. Oh, the jokes you’d be making at family dinners.

“Yeah, anyway, this is your new lab, Miss [Y/L/N]. Make yourself at home. This lab rat over here is mister Parker. If you have any questions, he can at least bullshit an answer for you.”

The young man on the other side of the lab perked up at the sound of his name. He tugged the goggles off his face and set down his soldering rod to rush over to you.

“Hi. Hi, I’m Peter,” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

“I’m [Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you, lab partner.”

He looked to be a bit younger than you and at least relatively smart, if the MIT sweatshirt peeking out from under his lab coat said anything. If your dad gave him an internship like this, you knew you shouldn’t question it. He had to be a genius.

The kid just smiled at you, continuing to shake your hand past what most would deem socially acceptable.

“Okay, enough of that,” Tony said, pushing on your joined hands to separate you two. “Mister Parker might be in and out of the lab from time to time. He joins the Avengers on the occasional recon mission for immediate repairs but since he’s on break from classes, you’ll see him more often than not. Play nice.”

When he noticed you surreptitiously looking Peter up and down, he added, “Remember, no fraternizing with coworkers.” He pointed a finger directly at you before he spun and pointed to your fellow lab mate, realizing he should warn Peter too to save face.

“All the blueprints you need for the Tin Man’s arm are in the system. We’ll have you start on that and see what you can do about minimizing the sound that thing makes. Any other questions, give Pep a call.”

“Thank you, mister Stark. I really do appreciate everything,” you said genuinely.

“Yeah, well… don’t let me down,” he replied, patting you on the shoulder on his way out. Pepper followed close behind, leaving you alone with Peter Parker.

“So Peter,” you started, sliding onto the lab chair next to where he remained standing, “tell me about yourself.”

“Uh… what do you want to know?” he asked as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

“How old are you?” you asked immediately.

“I’m 21.”

Only four years younger than you. So you’d probably get along just fine.

“I assume you’re at MIT?” He nodded. “What are you studying?”

“Biomolecular and mechanical engineering.” He said it so casually, you’d think he was talking about the last song he heard on the radio.

“Damn,” you responded, eyes wide. “I thought robotics and electrical engineering was wild but fuck, that sounds like hell.”

He laughed and nodded, letting a bit of the tension in his shoulders fall. “Yeah, it’s not easy. But it’s worth it.”

He shot you a small smile before gesturing back at his project. “I should probably get back to work and let you get started.”

For the rest of the day, you familiarized yourself with the Winter Soldier’s arm to figure out how to… turn the volume down? You assumed it was the gears inside causing the noise, but part of you wanted to outfit an audio jack and speaker just to fuck with your dad.

You and Peter worked in relative silence, aside from the playlist he had quietly playing through the lab sound system. When lunch rolled around, however, you finally spoke up.

“Hey Peter,” you called, his eyes flicking from the chemical beakers in front of him up to you. “First of all, what are you doing?”

“Um, it’s Spider-Man’s web fluid. Just trying to find more durable combinations.”

“Interesting.” As much as you wanted to touch the stringy substance, you knew better than to fiddle with someone else’s lab work. “Okay so second thing, in my last position, I’d just order food and have it brought to my floor but now that I’m on an exclusive floor, what do you do for lunch?”

“Oh, there are a couple security guys who have clearance to come into this floor. They just can’t get into any rooms so you’d have to meet them at the elevator. But I usually find something in the kitchen down the hall.”

“Oh, sweet. Thanks!” you said as you made your way out the door. Before you could fully exit, you turned back to see if Peter wanted you to grab anything. Once he promised he’d take his own break ‘once I get this one thing figured out,’ you continued to make your way to the kitchen.

As you drew closer to the doorway, you could hear three voices speaking over each other. They didn’t sound angry, but they were definitely arguing. You opened the door anyway and almost immediately froze in your tracks. The Falcon stood with one hand on his own head and one on the Winter Soldier’s head while Captain America rolled his eyes before those same eyes landed on you, along with the rest of the room.

“Perfect,” Sam started. “Hey new girl, between the three of us,” he said, pointing to himself, the Soldier, and the Captain, “who has the best hair?”

“First of all, my name is [Y/N]. Second,” you continued, making your way past them to the fridge you hoped your dad kept stocked with goodies, “that’s an unfair question.”

You grabbed a soda and popped it open before turning back to the three men. “Your hair suits each of you. Cap wouldn’t look good with Winter Soldier hair and Falcon wouldn’t look good with Cap’s hair.” You took a few steps closer, leaning against the island counter between you and eyeing each of them. Your eyes settled on the Winter Soldier, unashamedly flitting across his face and admiring the sharpness of his features. “You,” pointing at him, “could probably pull off either of their looks, though.”

Bucky smirked at you, but his rosy cheeks gave away a hint of embarrassment at your compliment. Steve and Sam, on the other hand, weren’t taking it quite as gracefully.

“What?!” Sam shouted. “Okay, now I know you’re lying. I could pull off Cap’s hair for sure.”

“You know, I think shaggy hair would really suit me,” Cap said, only half sarcastically.

You giggled to yourself as the three of them started talking over each other again, all dead set on their own hair being the best of them and positive they could pull off the others’ looks. While they bickered, you searched the pantry until you found a snack to at least get you through the remainder of the day.

“Alright boys, it’s been fun but I have work to do,” you said as you walked past them again. “Actually, wait. Bucky — can I call you Bucky?” He nodded even though you continued anyway. “If you could stop by lab six today, I’d love to check out your arm in person. The digital renderings aren’t quite the same.”

“Uh, okay. Sure. I’ll find you,” he said quietly.

“Sweet, thanks!” And with that, you skedaddled back to your lab.

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