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merci-bitch · 1 year

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Charlize’s characters being jealous?

Hi!!

Well, what can I say. 😺

Warning(s): NSFW mentions, mentions of death, jealousy, semi public, PDA, possessiveness

Also, not my gifs! Credit goes to whoever made them ! <3

Lady Lesso

- Yikes

- Girl is possessive

- If you do it on purpose.

- I’ll come to your funeral.

- She will go feral. I mean crazy

- Lesso isn’t bitching around

- Don’t fuck with her

- Again, if you decide to play wicked and do it on purpose, she will kick your arse. ;)

- She will show you, who you belong to.

- She won’t play nice

- Lesso doesn’t play nice with bratty little girls 👀

- She will not let you walk properly for weeks

- She will make it her own personal mission.

- If it wasn’t on purpose that certain person suddenly goes missing.

- She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

- She will still take you to bed, make sure you know who you belong to.

- Girl ain’t sharing one bit of you.

Andy

- To be fair

- I’ve seen people say she doesn’t get jealous

- Course she does

- She’s just lived so long it doesn’t effect her as much as perhaps Lesso

- She will be a little, perhaps colder in her behaviour

- She will pull you closer to herself

- Perhaps wrap her arm around you

- She trusts you, and trusts you won’t do anything to hurt her

- Cause she can’t handle another heartbreak

- She might be a little feisty. But not too much because she trusts you with her heart

Elaine Markinson

- She’s similar to Lesso

- Only she will backfire it

- If she notices that you’re doing it on purpose

- She will make you jealous

- Elaine doesn’t take shit

- She takes what she wants

- When she wants

- Daddy’s blue ribbon girl

- If you wanna act like a brat?

- Go ahead. See how fun it is

- Cause if you’re doing it purpose, she will give you your punishment in a whole other way

- Cold shoulder

- Call you a slut perhaps 🤷🏼‍♀️

- If you’re not doing it on purpose, she’ll be all handsy.

- Make you sit in her lap

- Whisper filth in your ear

- Her hands on your thighs and hips, occasionally giving a squeeze

- She would, without doubt, make out with you in front of anyone who’s a much as tries to steal you from her

- Telling them to fuck off as she openly asks you if she should take you home for a good fuck

Charlotte Field

- Now she does get jealous.

- Charlotte was used to you getting jealous from when she used to chat with the Canadian prime minister

- She loved the thrill of it

- Sex was amazing - quote from Ms. Field.

- But when it’s her?

- She gets pouty.

- Perhaps a little insecure

- Even though girl loads of confidence

- She’s always scared of losing you because of her job

- She doesn’t always have those 5 minutes to be affectionate

- Margret will always spoil your plan

- If you intend to do it on purpose, she will know

- She will try to backfire it , sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t

- She doesn’t like to jealous

- Doesn’t like to be teased

- Girl is desperate

- She’s bossy af

- Loves when you’re jealous though

- Loves to tease you about it

- Cause she knows you will flip on her

- Sex was amazing - Ms. Field.

Clea Strange

- Well

- Is it possible?

- I think, if you’re trying to do it on purpose, she’ll find it amusing

- I don’t think Clea is the jealous type like that

- I don’t really think she will act out on it

- Perhaps she’d still give you a little reminder

- If you’re in a relationship with both Clea and Stephen, S will get jealous

- Again, I don’t think Clea is the jealous type

Mavis Gary

- Be prepared to die

- Ask Marri

- No but she will go crazy

- She’s already in such a bad place mentally that she wouldn’t be able to handle it

- And it’s so sad

- Because she’s a teasing type

- She just doesn’t have the energy for it

- She will feel broken by it

- But if she’s in a better state mentally, and knows you’re only doing it to get a rise in her

- Boy are you in for a night

- I think she would go crazy

- On you

- In you

- She will threaten you

- Tease you

- Leave you on edge

- Too bad you got yourself in this position in the first place 🤷🏼‍♀️

Lorraine Broughton

- Honestly, if we’re thinking outside the box and adding her American self

- I think she would be like Clea

- Find it amusing

- She will still get jealous, perhaps a more quiet jealous until you’re alone

- If she trusts you, knows you, loves you

- I think she would find it rather amusing , knowing she could leave you weak with just a simple touch

- She will be all smug about it before she takes you home

- Absolutely rails you

- Perhaps in your more normal way, just more teasing

- She doesn’t need to tell you who you belong to

- She will make you voice it

- Aftercare is bomb, cuddles

Cipher

- Tough cookie

- Well

- Do I have to explain?

- She’s got big dick energy

- Either beg for forgiveness or prepare to DIE

- Girl ain’t having it

- Choose your death

1. Choked to death

2. Shot in the head

3. Begging on your knees before her

- If it wasn’t your fault

- She would jsut kill the person

- Honestly

- She doesn’t give a shit 😭

- But if you need a reminder ?

- Well.

- GOOD LUCK PAHAHAH

Ravenna

- Eh

- Don’t

- Don’t even try to make the Queen jealous

- If it’s before the second movie, she will threaten to take your beauty for herself

- Seeing the dear fear in your eyes

- She loves it

- Gets her going

- That knowing smirk on her lips

- She just have to raise her eyebrow at you

- Daring you to continue

- It’ll leave you a mess for days

- Second movie

- Love is illegal because sis girl is trying to be special

- It’ll be more fun

- Cause you can get away with it more

- It pisses Ravenna off because she can’t go take you now and then

- In secret she’ll have you wish you could beg for mercy

- Freya asking why you seem sick or injured

- Ravenna sitting in the back, biting down her own grin

#ask #lady lesso x reader #charlotte field x reader #andromache of scythia x reader #clea strange x reader #lorriane broughton x reader #queen ravenna x reader #cipher x reader #elaine markinson x reader #mavis gary x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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could you do a Clea Strange x Fem reader prompt 8 <3

Hey, thanks for the request! Yes, I haven’t written for Clea yet, but she’s such a badass. I added some enemies to lovers vibes 😏

Fight Me ~Clea Strange xFem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

#8. “Fuck you.” “That’s what I’m trying to do...”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, strap fucking, enemies to lovers, cheating, degrading kink, mistress kink…?, mommy kink…?

Enjoy (;

Ever since Master Strange’s journey off into the multiverse, he had been with Clea.

He had brought her back to New York Sanctum, where she lived.

All to your dismay.

You worked with Strange, almost like his second in command. You were a very skilled sorceress, who had been training for years.

But Clea didn’t seem to give a shit about any of that. She didn’t seem to give a shit about any of the Sanctum customs, and that pissed you off. Hell, she just pissed you off.

She was rude, arrogant, snarky and overall just a bitch.

You avoided her at all cost.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid her all the time…

You were doing your mourning physical training session, when Clea waltzed into the training room.

“What exactly are you doing…?” She said with a bite, watching you amusingly.

You were practicing your balance with a wooden stick. Balance was extremely important for a sorcerer. Balance of the body. Balance of the mind.

You huffed annoyed, having lost your concentration, “Not that it matters in the slightest to you but I’m practicing my balance.” you bit back.

Clea snarked back, “How is balance ever going to help you in battle? Aren’t there more important things to know like I don’t know, how to fight??”

You groaned at her impossible nature.

“No really. I don’t think you and your “balanced” self could beat me in a fight.” Clea quipped.

“Oh really?” you snarked back.

And that’s how you ended up having a full on fight with Clea.

Right there in the training room.

You got a few good swings to her, and her swings were just as brutal.

It got heated quickly.

You were using conjured ropes to aid you, Clea had picked up her full on sword.

You went to bind her feet together, but she caught you off guard, smashing you into the nearby wall and pressing her sword harshly against your neck.

“Surrender.” Clea tauntingly commanded.

“Fuck you.” You spat out in response.

Clea’s eyes lit up with something else, something darker as she chuckled, “That’s what I’m trying to do...”

Before you could even process her words, her lips were clashing onto yours.

It was a breathless, passionate, hate filled fight for dominance.

Clea pressed her sword into your neck harder, eliciting a whimper of defeat from your lips.

“Oh my… Does someone like knife play…?” Clea tauntingly mused into your lips, as she tongue fucked your mouth.

“Just… fuck…” you chocked out.

“What was that?” She tauntingly purred.

“Fuck me. Please.” You panted, breathless from her ravaging your mouth.

Clea hummed with delight.

You quickly portalled the two of you into your private room.

“Strip. On the bed.” She directed you.

You followed without a second thought.

It just felt so natural… so right…

“So someone can follow directions?” Clea sarcastically quipped, as you kneeled on your bed, fully naked.

“Please…” you whimpered.

Clea grinned at your begging.

She crawled onto the bed to meet you. It was only then that you noticed that she had attached a massive strap onto herself.

Your eyes widened and you gulped at the sight.

“Spread your legs for me.” Clea snarled.

You followed her words.

Clea then positioned her dick right at your throbbing pussy and stayed there.

You whined and bucked your hips in need of friction.

Clea chuckled at your antics, “Beg. Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you dumb.”

“God Clea please!!” you immediately began to whimper, mewl, and beg, “Shit! Please fuck me! Fuck me so hard…!”

At that, she thrusted into you, eliciting a cry from your lips. She gave you no time to adjust, rather just began pounding into you mercilessly.

Tears were running down your face, your nails were scratching the flesh available on her back. Your screams filled the room.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!!” You cried out desperately.

“Already so soon…?” She tauntingly purred, “You must be so soaked and needy for me…”

You desperately nodded and mewled, “please… god… wanna cum…!!”

“Go on Then.”

Your walls clenched around her dick, as you screamed her name, eyes blinded through your orgasmic high.

When Clea pulled out of you, you were limp and completely breathless.

Clea chuckled at the sight of you.

She then whispered into your ear, “Be a good girl and we can do this again…”

Then she got up to leave.

“What about Strange?” you asked, having completely forgotten about him in your lust clouded mind.

“Be a Good Girl and he’ll never find out how much of a whore you are.” She purred in response, leaving you a fucked up mess…

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Escapism

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to magical place that let’s you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake

Author’s Note: Please message, inbox or reply to this post if you want me to add more characters! I will be doing polls every now and then. Also this is my pitch for clubs to have a fantasy room, golden idea, will sell like hotcakes because I’ll be the only customer XD

#akasha x reader #clea strange x reader #defender strange x reader #din djarin x reader #jack daniels x reader #joel miller x reader #kang x reader #namor x reader #sherlock x reader #shuri x reader #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #strange supreme x reader #supreme strange x reader #thor x reader #tony stark x reader #valkryie x reader #frank castle x reader #oberyn martel x reader

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Viciously Violet”

Clea Strange x Female Reader

Request by @anonymous

Hello Morning/Afternoon/Evening! I was hoping you could do a Charlize Theron × Female Reader. It is her character Clea Strange (from Doctor Strange: Multiverse Of Madness) So Y/n works for Dr Strange as his apprentice and has secret feelings for his wife Clea Strange. But one day while Dr Strange was on a business trip and Y/n was left behind since she wasn't needed, she is invited by Clea to play a game called Truth Or Strip whereby you ar asked a question and if you get it wrong or you refuse to answer a question you are forced to strip, but things slowly take a turn and they end up having sex. Please, hope you are able to do it <3

cw : 18+ // smut // infidelity // angst

since it wasn’t specified, i hope you wouldn’t mind that i took the angsty route with this one. also there probably are many other Clea(s) in other universes but let’s just ignore the fact for the sake of angst :3

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It is both a boon and a bane. An endless cycle of torment, wounded and cured only to be gently maimed again.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, so why? Just why did you end up falling for her? A married woman, the wife of your mentor no less. Oh but there is only one Clea, beautiful, beautiful Clea with bold eyes and kind heart, who certainly is not yours. She will never be yours, forever unattainable. She does not know it of course that you harbour feelings for her. As challenging and agonising as it is, you make sure of it. After all, you do not become the apprentice of the former soccer supreme by being nothing.

Since when exactly they have begun thriving, you do not know. Perhaps, the seed of these fluttering feelings, that will get out of control in the mere presence of the woman, is planted in your heart following that fateful day. She has rescued you from the inevitable tumble down the stair. Inevitable that is, has she not intervened. Given as she has, you come out unscathed apart from your sorry little heart, it seems. You have been carrying a few too many things in your arms, one stacked upon another to the point that they obscure your vision. In your reckless haste to get to the foyer of Sanctum Sanctorum, you fail to see the beginning of the staircase.

One, one misstep is all it takes to send the whole trajectory of your life into complete chaos. Instead of meeting the same fate as the things in your hands and quite possibly suffering from a few broken bones, you are effortlessly pulled into a firm body by an arm that has captured your waist in a snug hold. Looking down, you see purple, and your own fingers holding onto the forearm of your saviour for dear life. Wisps of snow-white hair softly caress your cheeks as you seek the all too familiar face of Clea, subsequently being held captive by those enchantingly green eyes.

Then, follow days wherein you spend the better part of your waking hour reminiscing about the heart-throbbing little moment atop the grand staircase, glorying in the ghost of her touch. A smile or a trickle of attention from her, such as a simple “Good Morning”, will undoubtedly have your heart doing giddy somersaults. Whenever your line of sight is intercepted by a figure well cladded in violet attire, your gaze will linger on her for a beat too long, perpetually in awe of the way it hugs her body in all the right places. It is only admiration, a woman appreciating the beauty of a fellow woman; so you have reasoned in the beginning with no one but yourself.

And then, one day, you walk in on your mentor and his wife sharing an intimate moment. The kiss has been nothing too serious, merely a peck on the lips: a quick greeting between a husband and a wife. In that very moment, inside you rears the head of something ugly, and you have caught yourself wishing that it was your lips embracing Clea’s and your hands book-casing her hips rather than her husband’s. It has served as an eye opener for you to stop lying to yourself. The realisation has been not so much a surprise as a simple fact, which you have decided is time, to finally acknowledge. After such revelation, a pang of heartache accompanies you every time you lay your eyes upon the picture perfect power couple.

In then comes a smile from her, whether directed at you or not, and all the negative thoughts will be immediately dispelled. Such is the predicament you have found yourself in, tortured unknowingly, albeit relentlessly, by one drop dead gorgeous disaster.

Despite being a double-edged sword, the feelings that you have for Clea are sacred, and so, you treat them as such, embracing them close to your heart along with the woman herself. You have sworn silently never to get in the way of her life. If you must carry your feelings to your grave for her to have her happily ever after, then without hesitation, you will.

Such big words, you have said. Then, a request spills forth those dangerously tempting lips, and like a poisoned coward, you become all weak-kneed and lily-livered.

“I have plenty of time on my hand and with Stephen away, no one to keep me company. Indulge me, won’t you darling?”

Darling? Darling?!

She seems intent on giving you a cardiac arrest.

“I- alright. Why not?”

Have you known beforehand the kind of entertainment that you are being asked to indulge her in, you wonder if you will have agreed to it.

The game that Clea has insisted on playing with you has started out innocently enough for you to believe that it truly is a harmless activity. Her questions that she demands you to answer, although challenging in nature, are a walk in the park for you, given that you are well versed in a variety of demanding topics as an apprentice of one fastidious sorcerer.

It is only when she switches to more scandalous questions that you lose your winning streak, and along with it, one after another of your clothing pieces.

“How many people in this room would you be willing to hook up with?”

“But there’s only the two of us in here.”

“And?”

“I- uh I- I don’t know?”

“Strip it is then.”

So, goes your jacket.

“Who is the most inappropriate person you’ve ever had a crush on?”

You are unexpectedly stunned into silence since it has hit a little too close to home.

She has taken your silence as a refusal to answer, and just like that, your socks are the next to go.

“What hook-up scene from a movie or TV show would you like to recreate?”

“If you could cheat and no one would ever, ever find out, would you?”

On and on and on it goes, the following far more outrageous than the previous, and before you know it, you are left in nothing but your undergarments.

Are you truly, terribly bad at coming up with good questions, or does she just have an absurd amount of confidence, you no longer know. She has rarely got an answer wrong, not to mention, hesitated to answer the sordid questions that you have to desperately rack your brains for. The very few errors which she has made in answering your questions barely make a dent in her clothes. You find it ridiculously unfair that compared to your simple outfit, her elaborate attire has more pieces of clothing to it.

“Are you taken?”

The question as it is has twofold meanings, and although you, too, have separate answers, you decide upon the affirmative.

“Yes.”

“By whom, or shall I say with whom are you taken?”

You level her with a glare that screams irritation, or at least, as close to it as you can manage while barely clothed.

“What gives you the impression that I am not taken by someone?”

“Oh honey, you’re an open book. Are you honestly so foolish as to believe that I haven’t noticed yet?”

You blanch.

“Now, onto my next question…”

This is it. Doom is about to befall you and it is no one’s fault but your own. Of course, she is going to know. How can you be so naive? She is Clea after all. What an idiot you are! Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Fucking idiot!

Oh beautiful, beautiful Clea, she is going to be repulsed by your feelings. By you.

“How long have you been sleeping with Stephen?”

“I- what?!”

“I’m not blind. Even if I were, with the way you tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, well…” One hand makes an indifferent gesture. “…you get the gist.“

“I- I don’t. You’re getting it all wrong.”

“Haven’t I made myself clear? You needn’t act all innocent. I’ve seen the way you looked at him, eyes full of longing like a love-sick puppy.”

Clea looks you straight in the eyes, sapphire green eyes narrowing dangerously as if she is seeing something in you that you do not even know exists.

“You must think you’re one perfect pretender.” The warmth from before all but gone, her voice is all ice and razor sharp as it cuts through your flesh. “You’re not. You don’t even come close to being good enough.”

So, this has been her intention all along. To interrogate you for allegedly spreading your legs for her husband. Does she really think so lowly of you? But then again, she is not entirely wrong, and yet, she cannot have been more wrong. My word, you want to cry! Oh how you want to cry! But not here, you tell yourself, not right now, not in front of her.

“I- I don’t feel like playing anymore. Please, excuse me Mrs. Strange.”

“Now, now, we’re just getting started. I can’t allow you to spoil my fun. Sit back down.”

You do not. Ignoring the warmth that is pooling in your eyes and fingers that are grasping your bare forearm, you scramble to your feet, struggle to get your hands through the sleeves of your shirt. And then, suddenly, none too gently, you are shoved into the couch.

“I said sit back down.”

Oh. Oh. Not once during your stay at the Sanctum Sanctorum have you heard Clea using such tone, dripping with dark, dark venom, much less being at the receiving end of it. Alas, it hurts. Your heart hurts. It hurts like a bitch.

“Just admit that you’re sleeping with my husband or strip. Why are you making it so difficult?”

She has your knees pinned between her thighs while she remains standing, looming over your frame that is haphazardly sprawled across the velveteen cushion. You are helpless against the tears that are beginning to cascade down your cheeks, and as a last resort to shield your broken, vulnerable self from the woman, who, in contrast, looks too good to be true, you keep your face hidden in the crook of your arm.

“Oh, so I’m the one who’s making it difficult?” Amidst a violent downpour of tears, your voice comes out pathetically broken, but you just cannot find it in yourself to care anymore. “If you’re not blind, if you’re truly as observant as you’ve so boldly claimed, then you would have known that it was never your husband whom I’ve been pining over, rather naively might I add.” Words boil down to choked sobs, and it is but a whisper when you manage to speak again. “Why are you doing this to me? Whatever did I do to deserve this? If you despise me so, simply say it to my face.”

You hear the rustling of fabric as she shifts, sits beside your body on the couch, and then, you feel the gentle crawl of fingers on your forearm before they go to lock around your wrist. There is no force in her touch; she is not urging, merely holding. Whether you wish to lay yourself bare for her to scrutinise, or keep to yourself, the decision essentially lies in your hands. You cannot help but appreciate her thoughtfulness even in the midst of a dispute. Eventually, you let her carry your arm away. Selfish though it is, a part of you want her to witness the damage done by her actions.

Tears make your vision as good as murky; you can barely discern a look of concern and remorse on her face with a shadow of- is that hopefulness?

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“Isn’t it obvious, but more importantly, am I allowed to?”

“Please, I need to hear you say it.”

“I have feelings for you.”

As per her plea, you find yourself uttering your terrible confession. No sooner have the words left your lips than your breath follows suit, for all too unexpectedly, the lips of Clea, smooth and so unbelievably soft, that you have certainly believed will forever be beyond your reach, have captured your lips in a warm, delicate caress.

The effect is both immense and immediate; melting into the kiss like a scoop on a cone, all the tension ebb away from your limbs, rendering you utterly helpless beneath her touch. It is a tamed kiss, all tender and tantalising, hopefully a promise of what is to come.

When she departs, she does not stray too far. It is while having your faces a whisker away from each other’s, that you ask.

“Is it wrong of me to like you?”

A kiss is dropped atop your cheek, and from there, she answers.

“Like me, please.”

“I like you, Clea. So much so that it hurts.”

“Let me heal you. Let me chase your pain away.”

And who are you to refuse her wishes?

Along with the interweaving of fingers beside your head, lips map every inch of skin; starting from your forehead and ending all the way down your ankles, nothing remains untouched by those lovely lips as your body is drenched in delicate kisses.

Unfortunately, the rain on your parade is your very thoughts themselves that keep reminding you of the gut-wrenching reality that whatever this is, is but transitory. It is only a matter of minutes before you will be thrusted back into your plain old life, your miserable plain old life with no Clea in it. And so, you cry. You cry while having her mouth attached to your breasts. As pleasant as it feels, the pleasure is overshadowed by the pain.

“I will never be yours. I will never be yours, Clea.”

Clea, oh sweet sweet Clea is instantly on you, peppering your face with candied pecks, lulling you with hushed tones and honeydewed whispers, all the while the gentle pads of her thumbs caress your tears away.

“Shh darling, oh my darling angel, in this moment in time, you are mine as much as I am yours. Rid your mind of unhappy thoughts. Focus on me and me alone. Can you do that for me, my angel? For your Clea?”

You give a silent nod which is not a lie per se. Even though you are not confident in your ability to keep the unsavoury thoughts at bay, you will try. You will do that for her, your Clea.

In fact, you learn, once her mouth descends upon where you are needing her the most, that forgetting everything else is not as hard as you have initially thought. Time seems to stop, by the time her lips close around the little bundle of nerves. Nothing but your own heartbeat greets your ears, frenzied and feverish, as one wicked tongue subjects you to a sweet suffering. Submerged in such toe curling sensations, your mouth falls open in a silent scream, thighs trembling helplessly under the relentless assaults of the thick muscle on your tender insides.

A head full of lustrous lily-white hair bobbing up and down between your thighs is truly a sight to behold, and your fingers sink into the smooth strands upon feeling digits slipping inside your core while your sensitive little nub is kissed and suckled by her hot, ravenous mouth. You have surely believed that you cannot fall for her anymore than you already have, but you are proven wrong when she reveals herself once more to your hungry gaze after feasting upon you like you are the rarest delicacy. Lips dewy with your juices, chin coated in a sheen of your essence and pupils blown wide, she looks positively intoxicated, every bit the epitome of Eros.

In the meantime, despite knowing all too well that you are flying too close to the sun, you do not worry about the melting of the wax. If you end up descending into your downfall, at least, you will be falling after having achieved the seemingly unattainable. So, you spread your wings wide and soar high into the sky towards your bright, beautiful sun. But alas, your wings do not melt. If they do, the fall is prevented by a pair of arms that wind up around your waist, pulling you into luxuriously toned laps.

Perched atop her thighs, your lips collide. She trail hers down your neck, suck the little notch of your throat, but it is on the soft swell of your left breast that she decides to leave a lingering bruise.

“A keepsake. Only fitting to leave it on your throbbing little heart, don’t you think, so that with every beat of your heart, you will be reminded of me.”

“You say it as if I could ever stop thinking about you.”

A reply does not come. Only a hum escapes her lips, which softly kisses your sternum, as her face nuzzles your breasts.

“Oh my sweet, sweet angel, don’t you know that I love you?”

There comes your downfall condensed into three little words, and along with it, thorny vines twine round your heart. They squeeze, squeeze until the veins burst, squeeze until the heartstrings snap. You hold the woman of your dreams close all the while, so impossibly close to your chest, beneath which your heart begins breaking into a million little pieces, as silent tears seep into the crown of her head.

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#clea strange #clea strange x reader #character x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #fanfic #marvel #marvel mcu #multiverse of madness #doctor strange multiverse of madness #smut #angst

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getlostsquidward · 1 year

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marvel masterlist

main masterlist | ao3

Agatha Harkness

see masterlist here

Clea

180 degrees and i'm caught in between (clea/stephen/reader) (18+) — clea and stephen were exposed to sex pollen while fixing an incursion. they wouldn't leave their baby out of the fun, would they?

Hela

say my name — your queen likes it when you drop the formalities.

yuletide spirit — hela's first christmas with you.

offer me that deathless death (18+) — odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

Jennifer Walters

the morning after — the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

Stephen Strange

see masterlist here

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ciphersonlywife · 11 months

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guys look it's a miracle!! I finally posted something!!

#clea strange x reader #clea strange #charlize theron #doctor strange #fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 fic #clea strange x female reader #wlw #lesbian #happy gay month from me to you <3

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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idk if your requests are open or not but if they are please write something for charlize theron. there is literally no fan fictions of her and it feels weird even just saying it. can you maybe write something smutty preferably but if it makes you uncomfortable anything else is fine :)

Lazy Day

Warnings: Established relationship, implied sexual content, domestic fluff

Word count: 0.7 k

Pairing: Charlize Theron x Fem!Reader

Prompt: A lazy day with Charlize

Requests: OPEN

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The smell of coffee snapped me out of my sleep and I opened my eyes, realizing that the other side of my bed was empty. I patted the mattress with my hand only to notice that both the sheet and the pillow were cold, so I rubbed my eyes to scare away sleep, stretched the bones of my back and arms and got out of bed.

I walked to the bathroom, washed my face and teeth, relieved myself and left the small room again.

It was a winter day, so going down to the kitchen with only panties was not the best idea, so I stuck my head in the closet trying to find a warm garment to go down, but none convinced me; until I could see the large knitted sweater of various colors lying on the floor, on the cold side of the bed.

I quickly put on the sweater and went downstairs listening to a slight humming in the kitchen.

I could make out her, now, long blonde hair, a bit disheveled, which fell like a golden waterfall down her back covered in a blue sweatshirt; her long legs covered in sweatpants that accentuated her butt phenomenally; while her feet were covered by those sports shoes that I had given her last Christmas. She was preparing some small pancakes that she garnished with fresh fruit , while she waited for the toaster and the coffee maker.

On tiptoes and in silence I approached her hugging her back and trying to bury my face in the curve of her neck.

"Good morning." Even behind her back, I could feel Charlize's smile.

"You weren't in bed when I woke up" I made a small tantrum while rubbing my face a little more on her shoulder.

"Oh" her husky voice reached my ears, like a sweet and addictive purr "did my sweet baby wake up the wrong way?" I only managed to kiss her neck while nodding "do you think a good breakfast and a good cup of freshly ground coffee will help your morning bad mood?"

I felt again, now with a greater emotion. I separated from her quickly and walked to the small dining room, and I sat waiting patiently.

Minutes later, Charlize arrived with two plates full of food, two cups of coffee, and cutlery for both of them.

"Are you wearing MY sweater?"

Her eyes flicked to my chest covered with some doubt, when, it was, extremely obvious that I was wearing her clothes.

“I repeat. You weren't in bed when I woke up."

She just laughed as she shook her head and we both started eating.

"Do you have something to do today?" I asked as I relaxed with the warmth of my cup in my hands.

“Nope. I have all day for you, pretty girl.” She took my hand and kissed the back.

"You know what it means?"

“Oh honey, I thought we already talked about this…”

"We can play Mario Kart all day!"

"Although I remember, I forbade you to play that game" she said as she collected the dirty dishes from both of them and took them to the kitchen to wash.

"But baby…"

"No buts Y/N, you and I know how competitive you are when you play Mario Kart"

Trying to convince her otherwise, I walked up to her and stood in front of her.

"Charlie, I think you're exaggerating…"

“Have you already forgotten the time you bit my arm? ”

“Okay, in my defense I will say that, you were cheating and you deserved it …”

"Y/N! I've been in pain all week!"

"Yeah, okay, sorry. It won't happen again" I hugged her while she spread kisses on the top of my head "Can we play Mario Kart? Please?"

I tried to give her my best Shrek cat eyes I could give, trying to knock down the tough side she was trying to put on.

"Agh, you know I can't say no to you when you those eyes…"

"Yeih!, I choose the pink controller and Princess Peach…" I yelled as I walked her away until I returned to our room and began to organize the Nintendo we had at home.

"I'll let you know, Y/N, if you bite me, there will be no sex for a month."

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I'm sorry that it took almost 5 months to be able to place this request, and to top it off, it's so short; But, in the future I will write more

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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#charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #lorraine broughton x reader #lorraine broughton #ravenna x reader #ravenna #elaine markinson #elaine markinson x reader #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #clea strange #clea marvel

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couldntbedamned · 11 months

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Sometimes It Hurts Instead

Pairing: Stephen/Reader (unrequited), Stephen/Clea, Reader/Reader's Husband

Warnings: Angst, honestly.

Summary: You see that the man you'd once had feelings for has moved on. You're not sure how to feel.

Note: This is what happens when Adele starts playing while I'm waiting in curbside pickup at the grocery store and I'm already feeling sad because of TikTok dog videos.

It’s a moment captured for the world to see. Standing amongst the wreckage, Dr. Stephen Strange cuts a dashing and handsome figure. He always has, even when you’d wanted to - did - scream at him in frustration because how could he not see just how much his refusal to commit hurt you?

“I told you when we started that I wasn’t looking for a relationship.”

“I know that, but I thought that-”

You’d thought you could change his mind.

“I’m sorry you thought that,” he said. “I’m not the kind of man who’s built for relationships. It would never work.” And he looked mildly regretful, but not desperate to win you back.

Even when you’d screamed and called him a bastard, a dick-whistle, an arrogant self-important fuck… he didn’t yell back.

All these years later you still hate him a just a little for that.

You don’t know the woman standing next to him. She must be new to the pantheon of powered or enhanced heroes that now defend the world. She’d certainly looked powerful as she fought beside him, magic so similar to what he’d become famous for yet so much harsher, more brilliant and pointed. No longer fighting the mystery lady is, you can admit, ethereally beautiful with a sheet of long white hair and a strong, feminine figure clad in purple.

It figured that if he’d ever found someone she’d be stunning, every bit his match.

You’d moved on, eventually. There’d been some drinking and lots of tears and some nights spent inside your tiny apartment wondering where you’d gone wrong. There’d even been therapy, once your friends had had enough and conspired to rally around you and lift you up. You’d met a man who did want a relationship, who did have feelings for you. You love him. You wouldn’t give up your husband and two children for anything, least of all a man who’d never wanted more than casual company and some bedtime fun. You’re happy, you are.

But seeing Stephen cradle the unknown woman’s face with his scarred, trembling hands causes an ache in your heart you didn’t think you’d still be able to feel.

Had Stephen ever looked at you that tenderly? Had he ever held you that close? More to the point, had he even known how?

If not, he’d clearly learned during all his years away.

Now Miss Purple seems to be the object of his affections, if not adulation.

You watch on the news as Stephen leans into the woman’s own touch, bringing her wrist to his mouth and kissing the inside, uncaring of the cameras rolling and phones flashing. He says something to the mystery woman and there’s the smirk you remember so well. The woman looks around before smiling right back at him and nodding.

They separate with a small kiss - in public! - and then each motioning, begin to help various crews clean up the rubble.

You turn the tv off. You don’t want to see more.

#couldntbedamned fic #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange #doctor strange #unrequited pining #stephen Strange x Clea Strange #doctor strange x Clea Strange #no happy ending

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imagines--galore · 1 year

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||Love, A Kind of Magic|| Part Two

Summary: Who would’ve thought you’d meet your other half while on a mission to save the world from the ruler of the Dark Dimension. It certainly gets a little trickier when that someone is the niece of Dormammu. Not to mention a powerful sorceress in her own right. But Stephen Strange and Clea are willing to make it work. Somehow.

Pairing: Dr. Strange x Clea (Kind of OC) Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A little kissing.

A/N: This is in response to @belovastroia who requested I continue this. This one is for you!

She truly shouldn’t feel like this. It was an ugly feeling. Besides such feelings were beneath her. She was no mere human woman. She was a being of the Dark Dimension. Powerful and strong. Able to master spells easily.

And yet she couldn’t help herself.

Her gaze turned towards the darkened sky as the noise of the city echoed all around her. Some people would find it disturbing their concentration. But not Clea. She preferred noise around her. Be it the noise from the city, or a device playing music. After living so long in near silent captivity in the Dark Dimension, she did her best to keep the metaphorical demons at bay through noise.

It also helped her to concentrate.

The noises were muffled to her ears as her mind wandered to Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme and his rendezvous with his past lover, Dr. Christine Palmer. Clea was aware of the woman, knew that she was Stephen’s great love. He had told her as much, when speaking of his past to her. And even if he hadn’t she would’ve joined the pieces with the way he spoke about her.

Perhaps he had gone to reconcile with her?

Shaking her head the half-faltine female stood from where she was sitting. The night skyline of New York city appeared in her line of sight as she stood at the roof of the Sanctum. The cool evening air brushed against her cheeks, letting her hair blow about her face, and the fabric of her clothes to cling to her body. The feel of it compelled her to smile at the sensation and hold out her arms to truly experience the sensation. Even after being in this dimension for some time now, she still found little ways to be appreciative of the freedom it provided her.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she stood with excellent balance on the slanted roof. She had always had excellent balance, Stephen had once commented that she would’ve been good at ballet. She had looked the word up and been fascinated by the new world of dancing it had opened for her.

The thought of her savior had her sighing once more and inhaling deeply before exhaling. Before she could open her eyes, Clea felt a presence at her side, followed by the sound of something fluttering in the air. A small smile pulled at her lips.

“Good evening, Stephen.” She greeted without opening her eyes. Stephen glanced at her briefly before returning his gaze towards the city as well. “And to you Clea.” He replied.

A beat of silence followed his words before she spoke again. “How was your outing with Dr. Palmer?” As she did, Clea spun on her heal, beginning to walk along the rooftop with no regard that she would fall or loose her balance. If either happened, she trusted her companion would help her. He began to float alongside her, not trusting his ability to keep good balance.

“It was fine, I suppose.” A slight catch in his voice prompted her to glance at him, though she didn’t pause in her walk. Her silent question had him continuing. “She wanted to give me this.” So saying he pulled out a white envelope from his pocket and held it out for her to take. Clea stopped, taking the envelope and opening it to reveal the invitation within.

Once she had read the content of it, her gaze snapped to meet his. “A wedding? Dr. Palmer is getting married?” She asked in a soft tone. He gave a small nod in affirmation. A heavy silence bloomed between them before she spoke again.

“I’m sorry Stephen.” He frowned in response. “Why in the world are you apologizing?” The former neurosurgeon asked, prompting Clea to give him a confused look. “Because she is getting married to someone else, and you are still very much in love with her.”

He stared at her, a little stunned at the rather blunt way she had expressed her reasoning. His mouth dropped open slightly and if it weren’t for Cloak flicking it’s collar at his cheek, he would’ve likely been in shock for a little longer. He quickly cleared his throat.

“Was.” He corrected. “I was in love with her.” He clarified, his blue gaze almost penetrating to the very depths of her soul. Clea flushed with embarrassment. “I apologize. I just assumed because of the way you spoke of her.” Stephen shook his head. “There is no need to apologize. You were not wrong in your assumptions. I did love Christine very much, but after everything that has happened, and how I behaved and treated her.” His heart still clenched at how harsh and cruel he had been. A bitter man who had lost everything. “I have come to terms that I will love her as long as I live, but now only as a friend.”

Clea gave a small nod. “I understand.” Holding out her hand, she let him take the invitation from her, trying hard not to shiver when his hand brushed against her fingers. It took more then a few seconds for their gaze to break away and for her to resume her walking, with him floating alongside her.

“So, will you go?” She asked, trying to sound casual as she jumped a little to avoid the divider between the roof of the Sanctum and the building next to it. “I will. I have to show my support as a friend. Though I was hoping....” He trailed off, prompting Clea to turn to him with a quizzical gaze.

“That you would come with me.” A little laugh of astonishment fell from her lips. “It would be better for you to take Wong with you Stephen. At least he knows how to behave at weddings, I have no experience of your earthly customs and such.” A warm chuckle echoed across the roof as he glanced at her, mirth dancing in his blue gaze. “As much as I would love to see Wong navigate his way through a wedding, while wearing a tie, I would much rather take you with me.” She spun, walking backwards so that she could see him better. “And why ask me?”

“Well for one I still have to keep an eye on you, don’t know when you would be a threat to this dimension.” She gave him a playful glare to which he smirked in amusement. Reaching out he grasped her hand, pulling her towards him to avoid her tripping over the next divider. She began to float alongside him, the two Magic-users smiling softly at one another as if floating above the ground together was the norm for them.

“And because I happen to enjoy your company Clea. You.....enchant me.” Any other man would have tried to win her over by praising her beauty or some sort of thing. But not Stephen. He was different, Clea had figured out early on. A hand, slightly trembling, came up to lay itself against her soft cheek. She closed her purple eyes at the contact, relishing in his warmth of being so close to him. Her heart swelled with hidden affection for the man as she leaned forward, and ever so gently pressed her lips against his.

They had kissed on multiple occasions now. Not to mention slept together. Yet there was always some new form of conveyance of her affection for him. Her hands rested against his strong chest as she felt him reciprocate her action, his facial hair brushing against her skin as he moved his lips slightly against her.

“And you fascinate me Stephen.” She whispered against his lips, feeling him smile as he wrapped one arm firmly around her waist to keep her from slipping away from him. His hand began to roam as his fingers caressed along the short strands of her beautiful hair. A brief hint of scent hit him as he did, informing him that whatever shampoo she used had the added scent of.......something he could not quite place. “And I would love to attend the wedding with you.” Clea continued, her hands slowly sliding up to rest at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the hair there.

Clea knew she was slowly falling in love with the man, there was no denying it. He was her friend. Her teacher. Her savior. He trusted her when no one else did. And she trusted him. Mind. Body. Heart. And Soul.

She only wished he felt the same about her.

Little did she know, Stephen had come to that realization earlier that night when he had been sitting with Christine. Had been astonished enough to say it out loud to her. She had smiled at him, saying she was happy for him.

It would take him sometime to get there, to actually come outright and say what he felt. But until then, he would enjoy her company and cherish whatever token of affection she showed him.

#dr stephen strange x reader #dr stephen strange x clea #dr stephen strange x oc #dr strange #marvel imagine #marvel

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itzvintagevibez · 1 year

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NEW CHARACTERS

From now on, I will be doing other character's of Charlize Theron such as;

-Charlotte Field (Longshot)

-Elaine Markinson (Gringo)

-Lorraine Broughton (Atomic Blonde)

-Queen Ravenna (Snow White and The Huntsman & Huntsman: Winter's War)

-Clea Strange (From Doctor Strange: The Multiverse Of Madness)

-Andy (The Old Guard)

I will also be doing Charlize Theron herself and I still do Lady Lesso stories just thought it was better it I add more characters as well.

I will also be doing other characters as well apart from Charlize Theron Character's. Below are the other female characters I will be adding;

-Wanda Maximoff (& Elizabeth Olsen)

-Natasha Romanoff (& Scarlett Johansson)

-Mary Poppins (Emily Blunt Version)

-Emily Houghton (From jungle Cruise played by Emily Blunt)

-Harley Quinn (by Emma Stone)

-Cruella DeVille (played by Emma Stone in 2021)

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the-desilittle-bird · 3 months

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Hi can i request a tom hiddleston x desi actress reader where she is pregnant and already has kids who hav hindi names which r ver cute and she craves indian food in the middle of interviews and shoots

AN - back again and I have plenty of requests and if anyone wants to request something then please feel free to send me them.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Crazy Cravings

Tom Hiddleston x Desi!Reader

Summary: You are an actress but before that, you are pregnant…

Tag list: @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @lastwandastan, @eudximoniakr, @saraelizabeth26, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @omgsuperstarg, @strangesthirdeye, @clea-strange-is-the-way, @lana, @kenzi-woycehoski, @nyx2021, @all-things-fandomstuck, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af, @moon-light1415, @candypurplebutterfly, @littlesatanicassholebitch, @nats-whore, @lady-athanasia, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @hyacinthus007, @shine101

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

“How are you feeling, meri jaan?” she heard the soothing voice of her husband before she felt his hand over her protruding belly. A giggle left her throat as he placed a kiss on her cheek, chuckling softly against her skin. “I feel better now,” she replies with a grin.

Tom hums, wrinkling his eyebrows as he settles down next to her on the leather couch as everyone around them worked hard to get the place ready for the interview which would start any moment now.

As actors, Tom and (Y/N) could never take a day off, especially when they were in the center of the show. And in times like this, with the lady pregnant, Tom found himself worrying more and more about her; constantly asking whether she was fine or not, if she needed something or not.

No wonder her cousins and mother started teasing him by calling him a “mother”.

“Hello, Tom and (Y/N),” greeted the lady who was supposed to take their interview. The pair smiled brightly, greeting the lady back whose name they learnt to be Bianca.

“Are we ready?” The director asked, earning a couple of nods from the crew and thumbs up from the guests. “Well then. Lights. Camera and Action.”

And then began the interview.

The beginning was always the same; introductions, their achievements, a few questions about their current show. But after that came the personal part, one that rendered the actor a bit uncomfortable as he tried to keep his life to himself.

“So, you two have a daughter together and another little Hiddleston is on the way,” the interviewer states with a smile, making the couple glance at each other with smile as (Y/N) placed a hand over her overgrown bump. “Yes.”

“And your daughter’s name is Kavya, isn’t it?” Bianca queries, struggling with the pronunciation for a while before Tom helps her. “Yes. We decided on an Indian name because they just sound so… soothing. Like hot chocolate in winters,” Tom gushed, his face reddening up as he glanced at his wife.

“Awww… that’s sweet. (Y/N), how is the pregnancy going for you?”

“Honestly, everything is fine except for the cravings,” she whined, making the Loki actor burst into a fit of laughter as he remembered the many nights when he woke up to finding his wife cooking some Indian dish or digging deep into the kitchen cabinets to find Maggi.

“What do you crave?” Bianca asks, her eyes gleaming with happiness as she watched her favourite Hollywood couple share a glance before laughing. Once the laughter dies down, Tom replies, “it can be the weirdest thing. One second she wants to have Jalebi and the next she wants to find some Namkeen.”

“I am the mix of sweet and savoury,” she argues instantly, making him smile as he nodded, leaning in to place a kiss on her temple, “meri khatti-meethi.”

(Y/N) merely gave him a side eye before returning her focus to their interviewer who had started her next question. “Correct me if I am wrong, but you were pregnant when you were about to finish shooting for this show, right?”

The couple nodded, prompting Bianca to continue, “did you crave anything on the set?” Before the misses could answer, Tom lets out a dramatic sigh before answering, “one fine morning, she comes to my trailer, donning her costume, and literally commands me ‘I want to have fish curry made by my mother, so talk to her, take the recipe and cook it.’ And leaves before I could nod. I was so bewildered and like what should I do.”

Everyone around them laughed loudly except for (Y/N) who glared daggers at her husband before leaning in to whisper softly into his ear.

“I want to eat Samosa.”

“Haye Bhagwaan!”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x desi!reader #tom Hiddleston x female reader #desi reader #pregnant reader #fem!reader #tom hiddleston imagine

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merci-bitch · 1 year

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Smut headcanons with Charlize’s characters?

Sure ! And don’t come at me, can’t help that Charlotte is my favourite <3

Not My gifs!

Tag-list: @slutformisswena

Charlize’s characters - nearly being caught in the act

Warning(s): smut obv, swearing,

Lady Lesso

- Heh

- This would be very thrilling for the Dean of the School for Evil.

- She’d find it so deliciously fun to test you.

- Her eyes light up like a child on christmas morning.

- Girl will cover your mouth.

- Looking at you with pure lust and mischief in her eyes.

- She won’t stop whatever she’s doing, depsite the harsh knocking on her office door.

- How evil of her indeed...

- No doubt it’s Dovey.

- Girl always got something to complain about to Lesso.

- She’ll whisper filth in your ears as you try to keep quiet.

- We both know that is impossible.

- It’s Lesso we’re talking about here.

- HER NAILS.

- BITING.

- CURLING HER FINGERS.

- You’re done for it.

- She’ll only stop once the peak is so near.

- Threaten to go open the door.

- If you end up making noise, she’d find it even more exciting.

- She’d punish you, of course.

- But with a kind and warm heart.

Charlotte Field

- Now, as Secretary of State, she doesn’t have a lot of spare time.

- When she does, girl is gone dead in sleep.

- Many, I mean MANY quickies.

- One time she just couldn’t help herself any longer.

- She’s disappeared for just a few minutes.

- Dragged you along with her to the bathroom.

- She’s sitting in your lap.

- Your hand is between her legs. Moving at a rapid pace.

- She has a hard time keeping quiet, even for the smallest thing.

- Your touch is enough to leave her a mess.

- Like she’s being electrocuted.

- Either she’s kissing you, or your hand is covering her mouth.

- She’s grinding against your hand between her legs, nearly that release she’s been longing for when someone suddenly knocks on the door.

- Charlotte is so startled that she nearly falls out of your lap.

- It’s Margret.

- Of course it’s Margret.

- Charlotte almost sobs. She’s that desperate.

- She doesn’t tell you to stop but you do, knowing she’s a very important woman and you respect her title.

- Girl Charlotte doesn’t care.

- She has a face of annoyance, a small sigh leaves her lips as she started talking to Margret through the door.

- You start to pull your hand back only for Charlotte to stop you.

- Those eyes of hers.

- She slowly nods her head at you, encouraging you to continue.

- You’re a little hesitant about it. Knowing your history with Charlotte not being quiet.

- Margret will ask if she’s alright, knowing fully well what is going on behind the door.

- She’s a teasing bitch herself.

- Charlotte can’t help the moan that escapes her lips once Margret moves away from the door.

- A near cry as she finishes.

Queen Ravenna

- Ravenna is different than all of Charlize’s characters I think.

- She’s actually very private.

- I highly doubt it would ever be a situation like this, because she prefers to do the matter behind the saftey of her own chambers.

- But perhaps Finn could come knocking in the middle of it all.

- She doesn’t really care.

- She’ll look up into your eyes, and keep going.

- She’d find a thrill in you trying to be quiet.

- But her ego is LARGE.

- Behind her closed doors, nobody enters without her permission.

- There isn’t much more to say about it.

- The Queen prefers her time alone to be ALONE.

Elaine Markinson

- She’s similar to Lesso,

- Only she will be so annoyed, it’s frightning.

- Girl will be pissed off to say the least.

- Doesn’t matter if she was the one doing the fucking or being fucked.

- It would most likely happen in her office.

- She has a certain hour of her day that belongs to you.

- She always makes sure it belongs to you.

- Whether you just have lunch together or Elaine decides to be frisky.

- So when someone decides to disturb her on that hour.

- FIRED.

- Her walls are somewhat thick, and if you’re in her connecting bathroom there isn’t a chance you will be heard, unless she makes you scream...

- She has two options.

- One: She keeps going, completely shitting in whoever is disturbing her.

- Or two: Getting up, seriously debating whether to kill the person or not for ruining her mood.

Lorraine Broughton

- Lorraine would be very annoyed.

- Her mood dropping almost instant.

- Lorraine prefers the real deal when it comes to sex but wouldn’t say no if you asked her nicely.

- So when she finally acts out of good will, and gives in and someone disturbs.

- Boy is she annoyed.

- She has thoughts of breaking the person’s neck.

- Again not much more to say, since her mood will drop.

Andy

- Andy is soft.

- But with a dominat hand.

- Andy cares so much about you, and everything that is you, she sometimes can’t help herself.

- You’re in the shower, the both of you.

- Finally at a safe house with one.

- She starts with slow kisses on your shoulder.

- It starts slow, like nothing is intended.

- Then it just happens.

- It’s so soft it’s <3

- Andy grows desperate.

- One arm wrapped around your waist, and one between your legs.

- Her soft kissing turning into bites on your shoulders.

- You’re both tired, but it turnd into something you do with ease.

- It turns more heated despite the warm water running.

- So much that she has you up against the wall.

- You’re both so lost in the moment, of ages of not being close to each other,

- You don’t notice the door opening.

- It’s Niko.

- He quickly shuts it again and mumbles something in Italian.

- Andy has a faint smile on her lips, and a small chuckle.

- While your face is redder than a tomato.

- She’ll give you a few final kisses before turning off the water and helping you drying off.

Cipher

- Eh.

- Depends on her mood.

- Cause she will kill.

- If it’s in her room, and someone knocks on the door, if someone one even dares to.

- She’d be like Lesso, keep going and make you keep quiet.

- A bit like Lesso, just without the magic.

Clea Strange

- Big soft mommy vibes.

- It’ll be in the library for exampel.

- Strange would walk in,

- There’s two options for this, Clea would be teasing either way,

- She could be teasing you about Stephen joining, if she knew you would be alright with it, or she’d ask him to leave with her eyes but still teasing you as if he was there.

- Telling you to close your eyes.

- She wouldn’t want anyone else to see you like she does.

- Unless she’s sharing you with Stephen.

- If you were hers first she will def tell Stephen to back off every now and then.

- You were hers first and you will always be hers.

#andromache of scythia x reader #lady lesso x reader #clea strange x reader #charlotte field x reader #queen ravenna x reader #lorriane broughton x reader #elaine markinson x reader #cipher x reader

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Escapism | Introduction

Pairing: Multi Character x Female Reader

Genre: Drama, SMUT, Romance

Summary: You find yourself at a club called the Red Room. Your partner dumped you last night and your heart is shattered by it. You hope the club can provide you with some escape, someone to take home and help you forget about what happened. One of the promoters picked up on this and takes you to a magical place that lets you choose whoever you want to spend the night with regardless of them not existing in your reality. Maybe by the end of your sexcapades, you’ll end up finding someone new to love.

Warnings: Break Up, Self-Esteem Issues, Depression, Toxicity, Heart Break

Inspired By: Escapism by Raye and 070 Shake, Detroit Become Human

Your partner called you after you got off work and invited you over. It was 5 pm and you were eager to come over, it had been a rough week at work and you were only a day away from the weekend. You were wearing your work outfit, a white collared shirt, a blue blazer, a blue pencil skirt, and black wedged shoes. You embraced them tightly but they didn’t hug you back, just a simple part on your head. That was the first red flag.

They guided you to the living room and sat you on the couch. You had no clue what was going on and nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare you for what was about to come. They told you they wanted to end the relationship.

One year...One year all for nothing?

You pleaded and asked why, some sick part of you hoped they would reveal they were cheating. But that wasn’t the case... They talked about how insecure you were about your physical appearance despite their encouragement, about how you didn’t want to go out a lot despite their invitations, how quiet and reserved you were all the time, how you weren’t always into sex because you hated looking at yourself, and how you always talked about work. They told you they were tired of dealing with your negative attitude. Your heart ached at their words, it was all true but you hadn’t realized how it was affecting the person you loved.

You spoke up and offered to change, it would take you time, but you would try...For them. They shook their head and walked over to the door of their home. I’m sorry. They said but it meant nothing, there was no remorse in their voice. You stood up quickly, wanting to leave, wanting to run home. So you did.

You ran past them, ignoring their calls to you. You felt time slowing down and the hallway of the apartment floor stretching longer. You tripped over your own feet and collapsed onto the ground. They ran out of their unit and rushed to you. You got up, mascara running down your cheeks from the tears, your knees sore from the fall.

They reached to touch you but you jerked away quickly. You didn’t even turn to look at them before sprinting toward the elevator doors. You slammed the down button and rushed into the elevator. Your eyes finally looked over at the last of them as the doors closed. Their last look was of concern and yours...

Yours was of shame. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. You just needed to make it to the lobby and to your car then you could break down. Low and behold, the doors to the main floor opened and you ran out, ignoring the turning heads of the people there. You practically slammed yourself against your car and fumbled to grab your car key.

You unlocked your car and got in, locking the doors. You could hear someone calling at you, asking if you were okay. How sweet...You shook your head and plunged the key into the ignition and started your car. You drove away quickly and sped to your home, thank god it wasn’t too much traffic.

You were now sitting on the kitchen floor of your two-bedroom townhome, pressed up against the cabinet door, holding a bottle of wine in your hand. You were glad that you never moved in with them, moving your things out of their place was one less thing to worry about. The scrapes on your knees didn’t bother you, they’d heal, but your heart...You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud knock on your door. You heard your name being shouted and recognized it was one of your closest friends. You got up slowly and opened the door.

“Jesus Christ girl...” Your friend, Elaine, who is your age, beige skinned, slightly taller than you, fit, wavy brunette haired, said looking at you.

You didn’t answer, you just turned around and went back to the kitchen floor.

“I heard what happened...Obviously, that’s why I’m here.” Elaine chuckled nervously. She had never seen you so broken. She slowly made her way to you and got on the floor with you. “Do you wanna...Talk about it?” Elaine looked at you softly. You shook your head and took another sip of the bottle.

You and Elaine sat there on the floor for another hour before she got up. “I’m gonna go pick up something for us to eat. I’ll be right back.” She waved goodbye and left your home.

A week went by and you felt like a hollow shell. Your partner didn’t text you or call you, but you got secondhand messages from one of your mutual friends, Jerry. You never answered his texts though, nor talk to him when he came by your home.

Another week went by and you shut yourself in, only speaking to your family, even then it was short conversations. Your family told you to take your time and heal however you needed to. You consumed yourself with work which made your work friend worry but no one else batted an eye.

The third week came and it was Thursday, it was 6 pm and you were still in your office. Your work friend, Jessica, walked into your office. “Alright, so, starting tomorrow we have a three-day weekend. You’re going to wear something sexy, which on you anything is sexy, and meet me at the Red Room, which is a new club, only been open for a month, at 5 pm when the doors open. I will come by your house at 3 pm to check on you and if I have to drag you there I will.” Jessica smirked.

You looked up at the slightly older than you, dark brown-skinned, curvy, tall, straight blonde-haired woman, and sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Nope, not taking that for an answer, I’ve sat by long enough and it fucking hurts seeing you like this.” Jessica said firmly.

“I can’t move on.” You shook your head.

“This is not about moving on, this is about distracting yourself. This is about feeling something besides pain. Something to numb your heartache.”

“Isn’t that what alcohol is for?”

“Alcohol can’t please you physically.”

“I don’t know...My partner...My ex...Said I’m not good at sex.”

“Honey...Please. Please. Don’t even bring up what they said. They’re your ex for a reason. Time to leave the past for a bit and pretend to be someone else. Just for tomorrow night...Please? I really think you’ll enjoy it.” Jessica pleaded.

You sighed heavily and nodded, “Okay.”

Jessica clapped her hands excitedly and hugged you. “Alright girl, I’ll be at your house at 3 pm to check, you won’t be able to escape!” Jessica grinned and waved goodbye.

You gave her a small smile and watched her leave. You appreciated her efforts and hoped tomorrow night would be worth it.

Tomorrow afternoon came and by the time Jessica stopped by you were dressed in a blouse and jeans. Jessica was already dressed for the club in her perfect makeup and revealing red dress. Jessica shook her head and brought over a shopping bag. “Nope, nope, nope. Good thing I stopped by the store.” Jessica pulled out the dress, it was a criss cross ruched bodycon burgundy dress, and the skirt of the dress was just long enough to cover your red knees from your fall three weeks ago. She shoved you into the bathroom with the dress, you came out and your cheeks were as red as the dress. “Holy shit...You don’t look sexy, you look gorgeous!” Jessica smiled widely.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and your lips parted at how revealing it was. It showed off your cleavage and the sparkles on the dress made your eyes stand out.

“Gor-ge-ous!” Jessica said standing behind you and embracing you.

You smiled softly and nodded, “It’s beautiful.”

Jessica sat you down at your vanity desk and got to work doing your makeup and hair. She curled your hair and smoothed it out to long waves and tied your hair in a high ponytail. She finished your makeup and turned you around to look at the vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you gasped. You had never done your makeup like this and now you wished you did.

Your eye makeup was done in siren style rather than your normal doe look. You had on maroon lipstick and the rest of the usual face makeup. You had on silver rhinestone tassel drop earrings. Your outfit and makeup matched your manicured french tip nails. Jessica found a pair of four-inch black heels and brought them over. You put them on and got your silver purse.

“You look so hot! Come on, let’s go!” Jessica walked with you to the porch. You got in your car and she got in hers and you followed her to the club.

You two parked and began to make your way to the establishment. You followed Jessica and you were surprised as the two of you walked past the long line of people. Jessica headed straight to the bouncer and handed him her ID. “Enjoy the club, ladies.” The bouncer stepped to the side immediately. You furrowed your brows when you walked in with her.

“So couple of things...The theme of the Red Room is, surprise surprise red, anytime you want to come, you gotta wear red. Second, my sister is the owner.” Jessica smirked.

“Ah, that explains the special entry.” You chuckled.

Jessica led you to the bar and you ordered a vodka on the rocks. “Hey, I’ll be right back, I wanna see how my sis is.” Jessica walked off into the club. You watched her leave and turned back to the bar counter and took a sip of your drink.

“Well hell the fuck oh, sexy!” You heard a male voice say to your left. You turned and you nearly spat out your drink. “O-oh shit! I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you!” Jerry took a step back from you.

You moved off of the stool and stepped back too. Your hands began to shake and your eyes were wide with fear when you saw who was approaching Jerry from behind...Your ex was here with a red-haired woman.

“Oh fuck!” Your ex gasped.

You squeezed your glass so hard that the chip on the rim sliced the palm of your hand, you gasped and dropped it, the glass shattering on the floor. You turned on your heels and ran straight ahead.

“Jesus, what did you do to her?” The red-haired woman raised a brow at your ex.

You made your way to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You ran over to the sink and looked down as you began to hyperventilate. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath in and out. After a few deep breaths, you opened your eyes and saw a mix of black and red in the porcelain sink. You furrowed your brows and turned to see the medium-length cut on your right palm that held your drink.

“Fuck...” You sighed and looked up at the mirror to see the mascara running slightly and stopping at the apple of your cheeks. You grabbed a tissue from your purse and patted them off of your cheeks. You sighed in defeat and grabbed your phone to text Jessica. I’m going home. Was all you texted before putting your phone back in your purse and left the bathroom.

You nearly screamed when you were greeted by a tall blonde ponytail woman with fair skin, pink lipstick, and a frightening smile. “Are you alright?” She said in a soothing almost robotic-like voice.

“Uh...N-No.” You answered.

“Is the club not to your satisfaction?”

“N-No the club is fine...I just ran into someone...I didn’t want to see.”

The woman’s piercing blue eyes looked you over almost like it was scanning you. “Your heart rate is high, you have a cut on your right palm, and you look distressed. Shall I call security to remove the person?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“At the Red Room, customer satisfaction is our utmost importance.” The blonde woman said in a melodic tone.

“Look maybe I’ll come back tomorrow. I can’t do this.” You shook your head.

“If I may? I would like to do my best to satisfy your experience here. Would you kindly follow me?” The blonde gently put her hand on your shoulder.

You wanted to tell her to fuck off, to leave you alone so you can get home and rip all this off. But her smile...The tone of her voice, it was...Hypnotizing. You nodded slowly, “Okay...”

“Thank you!” She smiled and moved her hand to the small of your back and guided you toward the dancefloor.

As you followed the mysterious woman across the dancefloor, your eyes wandered to see your ex and Jerry dancing with two brunettes. Classy... You rolled your eyes and continued on.

The blonde led you to a different wing of the building where things were quieter. You looked around and saw a few couples making out and going through heart-shaped doors. Was she leading you to one of them? But you didn’t have anyone with you?? Your mind was flooded with thoughts about your surroundings and this woman.

You were snapped back to reality when the woman quickly turned around to face you. You nearly slammed into her. The woman gently caught you and gave you a sincere smile. “We are here.” You peeked over her shoulder to see a lavender-colored door with a gold handle. The doorframe was surrounded by artificial colorful flowers.

You turned around and noticed there was no one around, no other rooms, and the booming of the club music was gone. “Where is here?” You turned to the woman.

“Heaven. A place where lost souls come to be reborn.” She took your hand in hers and opened the door.

“This is some crazy sales pitch.” You murmured when you walked through the door.

The blonde woman guided you to the middle of the room. Your lips parted to gasp at the beauty of the room. It was white and gold themed with marble flooring. “Please, sit.” The blonde gestured and you slowly walked over to the creamed-colored couch. You moved your hands to pull the skirt down more to cover your knees.

“May I get you anything to drink while you wait?” She asked you.

“No thank you...Who or what am I waiting for?”

“You will see but first I need to bandage your hand.” The blonde walked over to the side table and pulled out gauze and bandage wrap. You furrowed your brows, why was that here? What the hell was this room? You watched the woman wrap your hand up.

“I never asked your name.” You said softly.

“You can call me Rachel.” The woman said finishing up.

“Thank you, Rachel. I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating all of this but hey I’ll go with it.” You shrugged.

Rachel just smiled and bowed her head to you. “I will leave you to it. If you need anything, you can press that red button over there on the right side table.”

“W-Wait...Who am I waiting for?” You asked quickly when you saw her leaving.

“The person you wish for will join you soon.” Was all she said before leaving the room and shutting the doors.

You sighed and looked at the black orb on the table. You leaned over to pick it up, you gasped when it shocked you slightly and you quickly set it down on the table. “Okay, not messing with that.” You stood up from the couch and walked over to explore the room while you waited. Your back was facing the doors that had magically appeared on the right side of the room. You spun around quickly when the doors opened and someone walked into the room.

Your eyes were wide in shock at who was standing in the room with you...

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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180 degrees and i'm caught in between

clea x stephen strange x fem!reader

a/n: been wanting to write something for these two since those mid-credits and i just want to be in between them truly. a girl can dream

summary: clea and stephen were exposed to sex pollen while fixing an incursion. they wouldn't leave their baby out of the fun, would they?

warnings: 18+, smut, dubcon because of the pollen, threesome, polyamory, dom!clea, mommy & daddy kink, come eating, oral sex, vaginal sex, mentions of double penetration. breeding kink if you squint. everyone is bi i'm projecting

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Too immersed in reading a book, you fail to hear Stephen's voice calling out for you. You chose to visit Kamar-Taj as Stephen and Clea ventured out to fix the former's incursion, leaving the New York Sanctum for a bit in the hands of new sorcerers. (Wong was off doing Sorcerer Supreme duties.)

The familiar orange sparkles of the portal and the woman that crossed it brought you out of your concentration. “There you are, Y/N. We've been looking for you.”

Stephen had finally stepped foot in the library just in time, sweeping you off your feet quite literally as he carried you towards...your shared bedroom in the Sanctum.

Did they find you just to...fuck?

The two sorcerers scrambling to take their robes off and telling you to kneel on all fours was enough of an answer. Not that you were complaining, but it was sudden and they were in the midst of their dimension-hopping – so to seek you out in the middle of nowhere to fuck, you could only think of one culprit for their behavior.

“Sex pollen, huh? How kind of you two to not leave me out of the fun,” you teased, waiting as Clea sat in front of you, her legs pushed apart, her core so beautifully gleaming with arousal.

“Such a smart girl. Don't worry, we brought you some,” Stephen rasped, his voice deeper than usual. You could feel his erection pressing against your butt as he brought the aphrodisiac plant to your face, letting you inhale it, all while Clea watches how your pupils dilate, eyes glossing over.

The sorcerer behind you felt how your whole body shivered, smirking as you pressed your ass against his hips. Normally he takes all his time in the world preparing you, or Clea, but the amount of lust that radiates on all three of you was too unbearable not to give in to the urgency.

Stephen slowly slides his cock into you as you lean forward to lap at Clea's fold. You all sighed in relief simultaneously, but it was nowhere enough to satisfy the skyrocketing pollen-fueled lust.

Your mouth had eagerly licked and sucked the sorceress' pussy, her thighs keeping your head wonderfully trapped. Meanwhile, Stephen buried his cock deep in your belly, hitting all the sensitive spots. Your muffled moans were music to their ears, along with the lewd squelching sounds of you eating Clea's pussy and Stephen's balls slapping into you.

You knew either one of you wouldn't last for long, but you also knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough until the aphrodisiac wears off. Stephen has already filled you with his thick cum, but he remains hard as he strokes himself watching Clea clean the mess he'd made, making sure none of his cum goes to waste.

You're pretty sure everyone has had a taste of each other's cum as you switch positions every time, and Stephen is now lying on his back as you ride his face all while Clea bounces on his cock into oblivion. Your hands find support on Stephen's chest as the sorceress claims your mouth.

“M-mommy. Need you inside me,” you mewled against her lips.

“Daddy's cock isn't enough for you, little slut? Do you want mommy's strap too? You want us to fill your holes?”

You nodded, whimpering between soft moans. “Yes, please! Want mommy and daddy's cock in me…”

“If you want it so bad, then beg for it.”

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fiberslut · 2 years

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Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 7: Itsy Bitsy Spider

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Warning: spoiler of Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness

'Where r u?' I decide to text Pete since I'd waited for him for 30 minutes

Lately, Tony was working so hard, not about technologies, but about matchmaking me. He tried to set me up with Franklin Richards, Harry Osborn, and Kate Bishop just to make me forget about Bucky. This week it is Peter Parker's queue. Tony didn't set me up with Pete but Pete asked me himself, so that is why I'm waiting for him in front of his dorm at Empire State University.

'I'm coming' Pete finally texts me back

5 minutes later

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I had to help my professor recalculate the equation, and then we forgot to add more variation so we had to recalculate it again but then we realized that we actually did it right in the first place so we had to go back to the same equation" He tells while he's panting

"Oh that sucks" My brain just went blank since he said the first 'equation' so I just pretend to enjoy his conversation

"So I'm thinking we should go to the planetarium after the movie, what do you think?" He asks nervously

"Yeah whatever" I just really want this day to end

"OK, let's go, um, where is Happy's parking anyway?"

"Just follow m-" Before I can finish my sentence, there is a glowing portal that appears in front of me.

"Hi I'm Doctor Stephen Strange, are you Y/N?" He asks me

"Yeah, and what do you want from me?"

"I just got back from the dark dimension, and Wong told me everything about you"

Oh, I totally forgot about that.

"You have to go with me" He tells me and starts to create a portal

"Hey sir, she has a date with me" Pete tries to intervene

"I'm sorry Pete, but I think it's important" I don't know if it's important or not but I'm surely not in the mood for a date tonight

Yeah. Instead of going on the 4th date of the week, I decided to jump into a portal with a total stranger.

The portal opens to an old library somewhere.

"I guess this is Kamar-Taj"

"Yes. And you must tell me about yourself so I could try to find a way to send you back" Stephen wastes no time and cuts to the chase

"Woah woah, we just met and the first thing you try to do is get rid of me?"

"Yes" He answers with an emotionless face

"Ok, first of all, I don't have any interdimensional diseases, I'm just stronger, faster, and just can heal myself"

"How long have you been here?"

"About 2 months""Wait, did you just spend 2 months in the dark dimension?" I just realize that

"Yes and it didn't feel that long, dark dimension doesn't have time"

"So you just went there just to be with Clea?" I tease him

"What? NO! Why would I want to be near that creature?"

"I thought you and her are a thing"

"Nope and never. She is Faltine and she rules the dark dimension"

"Oh. My bad. Where I'm from you guys are a couple"

"Oh. So what am I like in your universe?"

"You're hot, I mean hot mess, like you just used the darkhold and caused an incursion"

"Yuck that Stephen must be super reckless"

"It's just a bad writing, I guess"

"What do you mean?" He asks curiously

"Like you're just a character in movies and comics"

"So there is no magic in your universe? But how did you get here?"

"That is what I'm trying to find out"

"Ok. Let's try this"

He then pulls one of my hair and tries to create a portal with it.

"Nope it's not working" He shakes his head as there is no portal coming out of my hair

"Yeah. Even America Chavez couldn't find my universe"

"As a sorcerer supreme, I am sorry to tell you that this is out of my hands"

"It's ok, I'm kinda getting used to it now"

"Let's get you home"

"NO!"

"What do you mean NO?"

"Please. If I go back now, I have to go on a boring date, do you have any place to go or any mission to do? I can tag along, I won't be your burden just don't let me go back on a date"

"Actually I do have a mission"

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We're back in New York. At some random street. People are running away from an alley.

"My friend there needs some help, you stay here ok?"

"Ok" Actually I have no intention to stay still. So after Doctor Strange flies away from me, I run to that alley. (And yes, I reach there before him) There is a giant web and a giant spider-person. He is trying to attack Ghost Rider.

"I said stay there" Stephen finally reaches the alley and sees me

"That is Spider-X" I tell him

"How did you kno- anyways what should we do?"

"We need electrical energy so we can explode him"

"Do we really have to kill him?"

"That is the only way" Or in this case, that is the only solution that I read from Midnights Sons Unlimited Issue 3

"Ok fine"

"Oh we should tell all your friends to retreat"

"Ok"

Then Doctor Strange creates a portal to teleport Ghost Rider and John Blaze. After that, he creates a portal above Spider-X and drops a big electric generator on it. And bam! It explodes and kills that thing.

"That was convenient" John Blaze turns to talk to Stephen

"Thanks to you. I almost run out of ideas. That thing somehow managed to flee from my penance stare" Ghost Rider admits and thanks Stephen

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After Ghost Rider and John Blaze went home. Stephen decided to take me home (in this case, Stark Tower).

"That was amazing, thanks by the way" He says

"You're welcome" I smile back at him

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME AGAIN?!" Tony shouts

"Did you just ditch Pete to go out with another middle age man?" Tony still mads

"Hi dad" I smile apologetically at Tony as I remember that I forgot to text him

"Hi Tony" Stephen says "Your daughter really help me with the team today, she is really smart"

"You went on a mission?!" Apparently, that makes Tony even madder

"Yeah dad, but everything's fine"

"I gotta go now" Stephen clearly flees from the situation

"Did you hurt? What happened?" Tony seems to calm down after Stephen left "See? This is why I made you a suit"

"Nothing happened to me Tony, I finally use my comics knowledge to help people"

"That's great but next time just don't ditch Pete, that boy was devastated enough already"

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