#ulysses klaw x reader

[citrus-moonlight]

Danger Starts the Sharp Incline

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Demon!Klaue x Fem Scientist Reader Chapters: 1 of 1 Word count: 4.5K Rating: Explicit

Summary: At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

Warnings: Explicit Rating!, No Age Specified, PWP, One Shot, Smut, Let Me Be Clear: This Is Absolute Filth, Monster Fucking, Demon Fucking, Could be viewed as Dubcon, Implied Mind Manipulation, But to be clear reader is Into It, Pet Names, Touch Starved Demon, Oral Sex (Fem Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Big Hands I Know You're the One, Unprotected PIV, Size Kink, Squirting, A Lot of Demon Cum, Like A Lot, Cum Marking, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms (both), Overstimulation, Possessiveness

A/N: Once again, this was supposed to be a quick little smutty thing that ended up getting very, very away from me. This honestly could have been even longer (it was over 5.5k and counting at one point!), but I managed to reign myself in, lol. I almost feel like I have enough for a part two, so who knows, perhaps I'll revisit this AU one day in the future!

This was inspired by the first bit of this absolutely incredible demon/scientist blurb* by @biscuitdragonwithastick, which you should definitely read first (thank you for the ok to go ahead with this!). It fully dug its claws (pun intended?) into my brain and refused let me go. I couldn't stop thinking about a Demon!Klaue AU, and thanks to some lovely encouragement, this is the result!

Please, please mind the tags, my dears, and thank you for reading!

*Demon's name has been changed here to fit the AU

Dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics ❤️

Work title is from "All Mine" by Portishead

AO3 Link

Make no mistake You shan't escape Tethered and tied There's nowhere to hide from me All mine You have to be

Klaw’s reaction continues to be noted by the higher-ups, and eventually it’s decided that they want to conduct an experiment, using you.

The next time you’re scheduled on the cleaning rotation they want to take the opportunity to determine if there’s a measurable difference in output and chemical composition - before and after you’ve been in the room with him.

“Just consider what it might mean to the future of energy research”, they’d said. “It could lead to the discovery of a demon-sensitive pheromone additive that boosts energy output across the board.”

Although you flush at the outward acknowledgement of what’s been happening, you can’t deny that it intrigues you.

Especially since you had started dreaming about him.

Since you’d stopped being able to control how wet you got when you observed him.

Since the self-consciousness you’d felt at the sidelong glances of your colleagues had started feeling like something else. 

Something like pride.

* * * * * *

Two days later you’re scheduled for the night shift alone, with not much else to do but make the occasional note in the shift log and wait for the alarm that indicates the mare’s collection tank is full. So you wait. 

And watch.

For the first time you have a chance to really just look at him, and you’re finding it difficult to pay attention to the instruments that you should be monitoring. Your eyes instead are continually drawn back to the observation window and the thick mop of black curls that falls across his forehead where his horns emerge, sharp features are framed by the scruff of a dark beard, and an intriguing mix of tattoos, brands and scars play across the planes and curves of his body.

Although his muscles aren’t as chiseled as many of the demons you've observed in this facility his shoulders and arms are thick, and you unconsciously lick your lips as your eyes follow the dark hair that covers his broad chest and abdomen down to where it meets the wiry hair at the base of his cock.

A slick warmth has been slowly pooling between your thighs since you settled into your chair at the beginning of the shift, but as you watch the bored pumping of his hips fall into a smoother, swaying rhythm, that warmth ignites.

Widening his stance, hooved feet brace on the floor as he pulls out further before thrusting back in, letting you watch his cock slide slowly back into the machine’s opening, burying himself with a jutting roll of his hips, over and over. Almost teasing. 

Almost taunting.

This could be you.

It’s only when Klaw drags his hands along the metal “body” of the mare that you notice it: The claws of the first three fingers of his right hand seem to be…gone? 

With a flicker of concern you flip a switch on the console, using the camera to zoom in. 

Ok, no, they’re not gone per se, but they’re definitely shorter, nearly down to the quick. Was it an accident? Did they break in a fervor as he fucked the contraption? 

Frowning at the screen your mind turns over the possibilities, but before you can think to add the peculiarity to your notes your thoughts fizzle away when you glance back up to the observation window and see that he’s watching you.

As soon as your eyes meet his the tease in his movements falls away and he’s bottoming out hard against the opening in a rough, stuttered rhythm as his eyes cloud over, and you know from past observation that he’s nearing the edge.

Your inner muscles clench and the ache that’s been building since you walked in here swells and overlaps with a flaring jealousy when Klaw shudders and growls, filling the receptacle with another thick load of his seed.

You don’t even realize that you stood up until you feel the cool glass of the observation window beneath your palms, your breath fogging the surface as you press yourself against the barrier.

There’s still a slow, uneven cadence to the demon’s thrusts following his climax, but his gaze swiftly sharpens on you again when one of your hands drifts idly across your stomach, then lower, fingers brushing over the top button of your pants-

-and then you jump when a shrill sound interrupts you, nearly growling at the surge of frustration.

The alarm is piercing and incessant and won’t stop until you enter the demon’s room, so you return to the control panel to activate the sigil that will keep him contained while you clean and recalibrate the machine - tests having shown that a laser projection of the correct wavelength of light is just as effective as a physical binding.

Once you’re through the airlock you quickly set to working through the checklist, unhooking the mechanism that feeds into tanks in the floor and connecting it to a fresh one. You move on to cleaning the unfeeling hole that the demon fucks into day in and day out, your breath going shallow at the jealousy that continues to singe your nerves. 

His gaze stays entirely focused on you as you move around, cock swaying heavily in front of  broad thighs - still hard, always hard - the still leaking head so dark it’s nearly purple. 

The slick between your thighs has only increased since you started to work, fairly certain that you’ve soaked through your panties at this point, and when you have to pass closer to his “cage” he leans forward, nearly pressing himself against the barrier as he follows your path.

Inhaling deeply his cock twitches, more cum dripping from the tip as he ruts at the air, and you can't help but wonder if he’s picking up your frustrated arousal.

“Hurry up.” you chide yourself. “Stop getting distracted. Just finish your shit and get out.”

Kneeling down behind the machine you open the access panel and flip through the menus until you find the one that will complete the calibration, and while you’re focused on watching it cycle you don’t notice the outer door open from the hall into the observation room. 

The intern who enters must not see you where you’re kneeling on the floor, and evidently thinking that the trap has been left on in error he flips the switch to deactivate it.

When the light from the beaming sigil goes dark you pop up in alarm, the face of the intern frozen in an almost comedic grimace of horror when he finally registers that you’re staring back at him from the wrong side of the glass. 

The man reaches for the switch again but Klaw’s reflexes are faster, and before the trap can be reactivated the demon rushes the door. Slamming his shoulder against it he jams it so thoroughly they'll need to bring in special equipment to get it open again, but at this time of night it'll be hours, if you’re lucky, before a crew gets here.

Then he rounds on you.

With an oddly warm sense of detachment you think that you should feel fear as you watch the slow grin spread across his face, but the only thing you feel is a surge of hot, aching desire. 

He rumbles something you don’t understand, though the rough texture of his words is still intoxicating, and before you realize what you’re doing you’re walking towards him, pulling your shirt over your head as you move. 

Because right now you find that you want - need - to bare yourself for him, the sensation of it intense that your skin feels like it’s going to scald if you don’t get your clothes off now, and your shoes, pants and underwear quickly join the discarded pile on the floor.

Stopping in front of him you reach back to unclasp your bra, but your arms pause mid-way when Klaw’s hand reaches out, your breath hitching when he hooks a large, clawed finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up so that your eyes meet his.

You’d always assumed that his eyes were black, but this close you realize that they’re actually an impossibly deep blue, a blue that only resides along the penumbra of light and shadow where the last rays of sun reach into the depths of the ocean

You stand mesmerized as his hand dips lower, leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh as a claw trails gently down the delicate skin of your neck and chest, and then with a flick of his wrist the last scrap of fabric covering you gives way, exposing your breasts to the cool air.  

You’ve barely shrugged off the ruined garment when suddenly you’re being picked up - so, so easily - and placed on a table, swiftly reminded of how much larger and stronger he is than you, and once again dimly aware that you should feel fear, or dread, or some instinct telling you to run.

Not of the shiver of anticipation that leaves your breath hitching in your chest. 

Definitely not the wild need blooming in your core as sharp teeth ghost along the place where your blood thrums, his breath hot and his skin hotter.

His mouth continues its path downward, pausing to lick at the soft swell of your breasts, taking a moment to pull and pluck at your nipples with his lips. A pleased growl vibrates against your skin when you lean back onto your hands with a moan, arching into the swirl of his tongue around your pebbled flesh. 

It’s not long, though, before he can no longer ignore the way this increases the heated musk between your thighs, leaving behind a wet trail of saliva as his mouth travels down, seeking the place where you’re already dripping for him.

The demon's hands nearly wrap entirely around your thighs yet his touch is almost cautious as he presses you open, mesmerized by the way you unfold for him like the petals of a flower, slick and shining.

HIs eyes are heavy lidded as thick fingers begin to tease through your folds, toying with your clit, surprising you with how softly he rolls it between thumb and forefinger, a grin curving the corner of his mouth when your hips buck into his touch.

Noting your reaction he repeats the motion, gently pinching and rolling the sensitive bud until your mouth drops open and your breath is coming in sharp gasps, his dark eyes staying fixed between your legs as thick fingers coax a warm, honeyed orgasm from you, leaving you keening and startled by the slow intensity of it.

You’ve barely caught your breath when you feel his mouth suddenly envelop your mound, lapping eagerly at your release as you whine and writhe beneath his tongue, overwhelmed at the stimulation.

It’s too much, all of this is too much, but as he continues licking and suckling at your sensitive flesh you find that you’re no longer fighting it, the hum of bliss that hadn’t yet faded already building to a fresh swell, and when his lips capture your clit with a sudden fluttering pressure your body stiffens as your second orgasm flares through you, sharper and brighter than the first. 

When he finally releases you he speaks again, but through the haze of afterglow it takes a moment for it to register that this time you think that you understand him, the word seeming to appear within your mind at the same time that you hear it from his glistening lips.

“Sweet.” 

With a start you look down at him and he pauses, head tilting, curiosity knitting his heavy brows. 

Not moving his eyes from yours, his voice is a low, tentative purr when he speaks again.

“Would your sweet cunt like..more?”

Holy fuck. You can understand him.

Your thoughts spin as the shock works its way through you, the analytical part of your mind attempting to parse what the fuck is happening. Is it the increased time in his proximity? The physical contact? Whatever the mechanism, you can suddenly hear- or perhaps more accurately feel - his words, somewhere deep in your conscience.

A firm nod, then, in answer to his question, a responding pull of his lips into a slow, pleased grin.

Dipping his head Klaw licks a broad, wet stripe up your cleft, and then he’s devouring you, slavering hungrily against your sex, drool mixing with your arousal as his lips and tongue work your aching bundle of nerves until you’re gasping shallow breaths, every muscle strung taught as you hover on the edge once more.

Seeking for an anchor your hands find his curved horns, warm and leathery beneath your scrabbling fingers, and then with a rasping cry you’re coming in long, surging waves, your entire body trembling as your hips chase every flutter of pleasure on the tip of his tongue. 

Dimly you think that he must be satisfied now, that you must be satisfied, yet it seems as though with every climax you only hunger more intensely for the next. 

Once your hands release his horns and fall limp at your sides Klaw straightens up, and then wrapping his hand around his cock he starts roughly stroking himself. 

Almost without thinking your legs fall open, shaky arms pulling your knees back to expose yourself to him, knowing he can see how your soaked cunt still clenches through the last waves of your orgasm, and it’s only a few more strokes before he’s coming with a rough jerk of his hips and you gasp at the heat, thick ropes of cum streaking across your slick folds and the insides of your thighs.  

Still breathing hard, the pumping of his fist gradually slows, a hand drifting along the curve of your inner thigh as his focus comes back to you. Gathering some of the sticky mess he left between your legs he drags it through your folds, and then suddenly a thick finger is sliding into you.

Even as you gasp at the intrusion you begin to understand that he had actually done it on purpose: Biting down those claws himself because, it seems, he had been thinking about this.

The realization that it was for you leaves your entire body humming, and as your hips cant up to meet the slow, almost teasing thrusts, there’s only one word that swells and ripens in your mind, uncertain whether it’s your word or his even as it falls from your lips.

“More.”

A knowing glint flashes in his eyes at your soft plea, and almost immediately you feel a second finger slipping against you. Just teasing his fingertips at your entrance at first he lets your juices slick them before pressing into you, both fingers together nearly as thick as a human cock.

You moan as he continues to slide them in and out of you, and just as you begin to sink into the ache of it, you moan low in your throat when suddenly he’s adding a third.

The heady pressure of him working three fingers into your already stretched hole is overwhelming, and you’re unsure whether you want to throw yourself towards the sensation or resist it, your body arching into him, yet tensing and pulling away at the same time.

But then he’s pressing you down onto the table, his hand nearly spanning the width of your chest to hold you in place as his fingers continue nudging deeper.

“Where are you going, little one? Going to have to take it if you want my cock." 

As if to emphasize his words he drags his erection against the inside of your thigh with a grunted sigh, a fresh streak of precum adding to the mess that he’s already left on you.

Because of course you do, and he knows it, has known it since you stopped being able to look away from his hunched form as he fucked into his mechanical mate, a warm curiosity growing into a distracting need.

And you know that he could have taken you at any time, could have forced himself into you as soon as your clothes were a forgotten pile on the floor. But instead, he’s been preparing you to take him properly, making you come until the only thing you know is his mouth and his fingers and you’re soft and trembling and ravenous.

“God yes.” You spread your legs wide again, giving him an obscene view of where his fingers are sinking into you, slick sounds filling the room as they pump faster now.

“There you go.” He croons above you. “Made for this, hmm?" 

Any attempt at a response trails into a choked cry when he finds that soft, needy spot deep inside you, a fresh, pulsing heat spreading through your already exhausted body as he takes you apart once more. Still pinned beneath his hand you’re unable to do anything but allow it to wash through you, shaking and whimpering as he continues to drag firm, curling strokes against your clenching walls.

Leaning down Klaw presses his face into your heaving chest, and your nipples tighten and ache as he licks languorously between your breasts, his huffed breath is hot against your skin.

As your senses filter back in your hands slowly begin to move, exploring the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders, trembling fingers tugging and sliding through his hair, and then up and over his horns again.

Letting your eyes slip closed you take in the ridged curve of them, a velvety pleasure blooming in your chest when he inhales sharply, cock throbbing against your thigh when your fingers wrap around the base of them.

Finally pulling his fingers out of you he tugs you up, turning around and repositioning you so that you’re straddling his broad hips as best you can. Strong hands support you, encouraging you to slide your slick folds along his shaft, a giddy sort of panic stuttering in your chest at the sudden awareness of the size of him where he twitches between your thighs.

Desperate whines that may as well be prayers slide from your throat when he lifts you higher and you feel the thick, bulbous head of his cock nudging against your entrance, the only words falling from your lips a whispered litany of “Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

“I’m not your God, little one,” he growls softly, words distorted as if you're hearing them through a sediment of granite and blood. "But you will worship me."

“Yes. Yes..Oh fuck, please.” 

Beneath your lilting plea you dimly hear gritted curses and words of encouragement as you circle your hips, your arousal making a slick mess of his cock.

You can't help how eagerly your hips rock down, seeking more, so lost in the sensations that you're unprepared when a hard press of your hips matches his upward thrust, and the thick head of his cock suddenly ruts up into you, and when he slips past the tight ring of muscle the feral sound from deep in your chest nearly matches his.

Panting open mouthed you hold him there before rising up, slowly, slowly, letting him slip out of you before sinking down to take him back in. You feel weightless beneath the obsidian glint in his eyes as he watches you repeat the motion again, and again, his arms helping you move as you start to shake from the effort of riding just the head of his cock.

Even now there’s something warm and urgent drawing your hand lower, and you’re unable to help feeling pleased when his eyes go heavy as his gaze follows your fingers down to where they press against your clit.

“So..needy.” he rumbles. “Better than I imagined.”

“You..imagined?” You pant, attempting to sound coy, but your words are thick with lust as you continue to roll your hips, forcing yourself down further down his length. 

Your movements are becoming less controlled now, and when your fingers slip and brush against his shaft you whimper at how fucking big he feels where he's stretching you open, and how much of him is still outside of you.

You can feel every slick ridge and vein beneath your hand, and as you slide it along his length the muscles of his thighs tense and flex beneath you, his breathing going rough as your messy strokes continue.

“Look at you taking my cock,” Klaw grits, the demon’s hips beginning to stutter up in short, sharp thrusts. “Such a good little pet.” 

His words trail into a low growl that vibrates through your body as you feel a hard throb beneath your hand, and then heat.

You gasp, continuing to writhe as he spills into you, coating your inner walls with his thick seed, and almost you feel as though you could come again just from the heat of it.

Fuck, you need more of that.

Need it deeper.

Even as the pulsing beneath your fingers slows he doesn't stop moving, finally coming inside of you seeming only to have tipped his need to fevered desire. Holding you in place he thrusts up harder, dislodging your hand, and you can feel his spend leaking out of you, dripping down the insides of your thighs and slicking his still hard cock as he continues to drive deeper, no longer letting you set the pace. 

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He taunts, voice still a rough half-whisper after his orgasm. “Could feel it when you watched me. Wanted me to fill your little cunt, hmm?”

“Yes.” You let out a growled sob, jealous anger surging through you. ”That..thing, doesn’t fucking deserve it.”

A flame crackles in Klaw’s eyes at your heated words, and you wonder with a jolt of awareness whether he hasn’t been just as desperate for this as you have, longing for you as he remained trapped in the torment of a cold, unfeeling machine. Driven purely by instinct, chasing his release over and over again but never being truly satisfied.

The sudden realization that you could give that to him floods you with almost as much pleasure as the agony of being filled with his cock.

You’ve barely processed the thought when you suddenly find yourself with your back once again pressed against the cool metal of the table, Klaw only pulling out of you briefly before thrusting back in, harder.

He continues a slow, controlled rhythm, both of you panting hard as you feel yourself softening around him, becoming more pliant as your body relents to every stroke until with a final arching rock of his hips your cunt is completely stretched and full, everything so impossibly tight that you can’t even clench around him.

He's never felt anything quite like you, the achingly tight grip of your pussy leaving him nearly breathless as he holds himself as deep as he can, huffing and grunting like a bull while he watches you writhe and spasm beneath him.

Then he starts to fuck you.

He tries to keep his strokes firm and measured at first, but he can’t hold back anymore and it's not long before his chest is heaving, lips curled in a snarl, and it feels as though you're being split open as he pulls you back onto his cock in time to meet every thrust. 

A scarlet thread runs through every cell of your soft animal body, stringing tighter and tighter as pleasure builds to the edge of breaking but then surging higher, a fresh ecstasy building on every peak. 

The tightening grip around your waist signals the absolute loss of his control and when you hiss at the sudden piercing bite of his claws he moves his hands to brace on the table instead, his broad body forcing your legs back towards your shoulders as he leans down over you, driving his cock as deep as he can get into your willing heat until he’s grunting and drooling above you. 

A divine bliss slides through your veins as you lie beneath him, caught between the trammel of his arms, and as you watch his base instinct take over you begin to understand that only fools could believe that lust is a sin. 

And even if it was, even if you were offered perfect grace in this moment, you know with absolute certainty that you would refuse.

An infernal dam is finally swelling to breaking as you surrender to every relentless thrust of his cock, your wailed sobs the only sounds you can make as an impossible pressure ripples through your core, and with a deep throb you suddenly feel a drenching heat as your release washes over his cock and your thighs. 

“There you go.” Klaw growls. “Make a mess for me, little one.” 

This seems to be his final undoing, and as you continue to soak his cock his thrusting goes ragged until with rough groan he’s coming deep inside you, stilling himself to keep the head of his cock pressed against the deepest part of you, making sure that you feel every hot, throbbing pulse of his cum as it fills you.

Keeping himself seated deep he rocks slow grinding thrusts into the slippery mess he’s made of his you, the lust that’s had no real outlet finally finding satisfaction in the way your clenching cunt is milking his cock, in the gentle swell of your belly as he pumps you full of his seed.

You’re a sweaty, twitching mess beneath him, and as much as you wish you could you’re unable to take all of it, can’t help how it spills out around his cock where you’re stretched and sore, how his cum and yours drips down your swollen sex to pool beneath you on the table.

His hands don't stop moving over your body, cupping your breasts, grasping at you hips, sliding over the ripe swell of you where he can feel you filled with his cock and his cum. Vaguely aware of soft grunts mixed with mumbled praise, you don’t register what he’s saying at first through the haze of euphoria.

“Going to be mine.” he rumbles, between languorous strokes. ”My little queen.” 

“Mine.”

* * * * * * *

The room is warm and flickering, silken sheets decadent beneath your fingers, your body thrumming with a heated anticipation that never seems to fade, now.

Rough hands lift your hips as your demon mounts you from behind, a hand placed firmly between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the mattress.

A panting whine slides from your throat as he spreads you open, the thick head of his cock prodding your entrance, pleased to see you’re still dripping with his seed from the last time he filled you. And he doesn’t like leaving you empty for very long.

“Say it again, little one.” Klaw growls softly, holding himself still. Waiting.

“Yours.” 

You sigh, a smile curling around the word as he pushes into you.

“I’m yours.”

A/N: As ever, thank you for reading! This was definitely a bit outside my comfort zone, but I hope you enjoyed this filthy little foray into monster fuckery. 😊

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[phantom-le6]

Ramble of the month November 2023: 90’s MCU phase 4 – The Secret Wars, the Defenders and putting French and Saunders in a comic book film

As we come into the first of our last two monthly rambles for 2023, I’ve decided to go back to unveiling more of my alternate superhero film franchises.  I could go for more topical issues, but those will likely stress me out if I go too in-depth on them, and by sheer happenstance, episodes I’m presently reviewing from the last season of Star Trek: Voyager will cover these a bit.  So, that being the case, I figure I might as well close out 2024 by going for subjects I can enjoy talking about instead of anything winding me up.

By now, I’m sure anyone reading these rambles on a regular basis will know the drill, but for any new readers, let’s recap.  At the moment, I’m showcasing two hypothetical superhero film universes.  One is a DC film universe where Christopher Nolan’s Batman Begins was the launch point instead of Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel, the other is a Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) that begins from 1992 instead of 2008.  The change in time period means Marvel would have all their film rights still to hand (those weren’t sold until 1995), and a lot of casting and story choices would change because the source material would be different.  To complete the re-cap, let’s check out the titles of films in the first three phases and do a quick plot summary.

Phase 1:

1992: Fantastic Four, Hulk, Iron Man

1993: Thor, Spider-Man, Ant-Man & The Wasp

1994: Captain America: Fantastic Four 2, Iron Man 2

1995: X-Men, Avengers, Daredevil

Phase 2:

1996: Spider-Man 2, Thor: Land of Enchantment, Silver Surfer

1997: Hulk vs Wolverine, Fantastic Four: Doomsday, Iron Man 3

1998: Captain America: Society of Serpents, Daredevil 2, X-Men 2

1999: Avengers 2, Spider-Man 3, Doctor Strange

Phase 3:

2000: Fantastic Four: World War III, Thor: Ragnarök, Daredevil 3

2001: Hulk: Rise of the Leader, X-Men: Fall of the Mutants, Avengers: Under Siege

2002: Doctor Strange 2, The Captain, Spider-Man 4

2003: Captain Britain, Fantastic Four: Enter the Negative Zone, Ghost Rider

Phase 1, as most could probably surmise, is very much about establishing the MCU and its characters.  The Fantastic Four are done first to mirror their points of distinction from other superhero groups that hold true in the comics, with the Avengers and X-Men coming later on.  Phase 2 then expands and develops those characters and brings about an early mantle change, with Tony Stark going down the route of alcoholism as in the comics and Rhodey having to become Iron Man, again as in the comics.  We also see the death of Gwen Stacy, having built up to Norman Osborn becoming the Green Goblin in the films instead of rushing that arc in one film.  Phase 3 then brings out a lot more of the third-film-loss trope we know from the real MCU.  At the same time, we also get a lot of new characters introduced, bringing us to the slate for Phase 4.

Phase 4:

2004: Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Secret Wars: Part I

2005: Excalibur, Defenders, Ghost Rider 2

2006: X-Factor, Secret Wars: Part II, Heroes For Hire

2007: Namor the Submariner, Doctor Strange 3, Iron Man: Enter The Mandarin

With this phase, you can see we’re really trying a lot more new titles compared to past phases.  This is because much of the cast of the MCU to date is tied up in the events of the two Secret Wars films, thereby leaving a lot of room for other characters and teams to be given the spotlight.  How does this all pan out in practice?  Well, let’s start looking at the films of phase 4, beginning with Black Panther…

Black Panther (2004) Directed by Tim Story

T'Challa/Black Panther = Chadwick Boseman

Shuri = Tatyana Ali

Ramonda = Alfre Woodard

T'Chaka = Courtney B. Vance

W'Kabi = Chiwetel Ejiofor

Okoye = Nia Long

Zuri = Joseph Marcell

Ulysses Klaue/Klaw = Andy Serkis

M'Baku = Idris Elba

As those who read my August ramble will know, my alternative MCU introduces the Black Panther via the Fantastic Four film World War III, in homage to the comics version of the character having the same debut.  However, just as the real MCU version went on to a solo film after getting his cinematic debut, so too does this version of T’Challa.  I’ve kept Chadwick Boseman in the main role as he could still play an adult King T’Challa back in 2004.  The same can’t be said for Letitia Wright with Shuri, and some other roles would also need shifting around, hence the case above.  The only other actor from the real MCU to retain their casting is Andy Serkis as Klaw.  As for the plot, it’s strictly T’Challa versus Klaw for him murdering T’Challa’s father years earlier, so there’s less focus on challenge rites in this film.

I’ve also retained the real MCU’s depiction of M’Baku as a voice of dissent to T’Challa’s rule, but with the full intention of taking him full villain at a later point.  As for why no Killmonger, I wanted to build up to him and not use up all of T’Challa’s most notable foes in one film.  For direction, I felt it was important that it still be a Black person in the director’s chair, so from the directors active at this time, I picked Tim Story, the man who directed Fox’s Fantastic Four films.  The first of those wasn’t too bad, and with a better studio to work with, I bet Story could do a good job on a property like Black Panther.

Captain Marvel (2004) Directed by Roland Emmerich

Mar-Vell/Captain Marvel = Jude Law

Yon-Rogg = Colin Salmon

Carol Danvers/Ms Marvel = Melissa Joan Hart

Ronan The Accuser = Ray Stevenson

Zarek = Avery Brooks

Talos = Dominic West

Emperor Dorek VII = Ray Winstone

Empress R'klll = Teri Hatcher

Now for the comic book neophytes wondering why Carol Danvers isn’t Captain Marvel, this is one of those plot-points that is only supported by a more recent selection of Marvel’s comic-book lore.  The original Captain Marvel within Marvel’s source material was the Kree character named Mar-Vell, who was gender-flipped and played by Annette Benning in the 2019 Captain Marvel film, leaving Jude Law to play the villainous Kree Yon-Rogg.  Carol Danvers was first turned into Ms Marvel following events in the original Captain Marvel comics, only to cease using the title after loosing her original powers to the mutant known as Rogue.  Following adventures with the X-Men, Carol Danvers gained new powers and joined a group of space pirates called the Starjammers as Binary.  Later, she came back to Earth and went back to her old Ms Marvel codename, then her old Air Force callsign of Warbird, before finally becoming Captain Marvel.

Now while I can’t say precisely when Carol became CM in the comics, I do know it’s sometime in the 2010’s, so a 2004 film won’t support her being the first Captain Marvel.  Instead, this film goes back to the early comics and makes Mar-Vell the original title-holder, telling a fairly simple first contact story with Carol as the audience POV character.  Rather than go for any obvious film actress of this time period, I decided it would be cool to see Melissa Joan Hart take on the role of Carol Danvers opposite Jude Law.  We then have a mix of great actors, including Trek alumni in the form of Avery Brooks (DS9’s Captain Sisko).  As we’re going down a first contact route without any Trek overtones, I opted for Independence Day’s Roland Emmerich to helm this one.

Secret Wars Part I (2004) Directed by Steven Spielberg

Steve Rogers/Captain America = Brad Pitt

Thor = Dolph Lundgren

Janet Van Dyne/Wasp = Catherine Zeta Jones

Clint Barton/Hawkeye = Kevin Costner

Vision = Casper Van Dien

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff = Kate Beckinsale

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff = Robert Sean Leonard

James Rhodes/Iron Man II = Samuel L Jackson

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk = Lucy Lawless

Reed Richards/Mr Fantastic = Tom Hanks

Johnny Storm/Human Torch = David Spade

Ben Grimm/Thing = Bryan Cranston

Crystal = Dina Meyer

Storm/Ororo Monroe = Halle Berry

Polaris/Lorna Dane = Jeri Ryan

Havok/Alex Summers = Kevin Bacon

Wolverine/Logan = Tom Cruise

Peter Rasputin/Colossus = Henry Cavill

Remi LeBeau/Gambit = Zachary Levi

Peter Parker/Spider-Man = Wil Weaton

Beyonder = Ian McShane

Victor Von Doom/Doctor Doom = Goran Višnjić

Wizard/Bentley Whitford = Alan Rukk

Trapster/Pete Petruski = Eddie Jemison

Sandman/Flint Marko = Dwayne Johnson

Titania/Mary MacPherson = Amy Christine Dumas

Electro/Max Dillon = Eddie Cahill

Lizard/Dr Curt Connors = Dylan Baker

Magneto = Ian McKellan

Calisto = Carrie-Anne Moss

Sunder = Kevin Nash

Sabretooth = Tyler Mane

Pyro = Hugh Jackman

Mentallo/Marvin Flumm = Brad Dourif

So, what is Secret Wars?  Well, there’s been at least three instances of stories with this title in Marvel’s history, at least going by the comics.  The original was a mini-series in the mid-1980’s, where a being known as the Beyonder created a planet called Battleworld from pieces of other planets (including a suburb of Denver, Colorado for reasons I can’t totally fathom).  He then transported a selection of Marvel’s heroes and villains to Battleworld and offered to grant whichever side won whatever they desired.  Despite a brief usurpation of the Beyonder’s powers by Doom, the heroes apparently won and returned home.  The second story was Secret Wars II, in which the Beyonder went to Earth and assumed human form in an effort to further his understanding of life in our universe.  Frustrated by what he learned, the Beyonder almost destroyed reality.

More recently, around 2015, there was a new Secret Wars which was similar to the first mini-series, but involved some kind of multiversal crossover, the apparent idea being to amalgamate some of Marvel’s other comic book continuities like the Ultimates comics with the main Marvel comics continuity.  For this film and its sequel, I’d be looking to do an adaptation of the original, but with greater emphasis on the war aspect.  In this case, the Beyonder pulls off the same creation of Battleworld, but like the adaptation of the story in Spider-Man: The Animated Series, he gives the super-villains a little head-start to better challenge the heroes.

Now the bulk of the cast for this film is carried over from past MCU films in my alternative continuity, but there are a few new characters in the mix.  In particular, Colossus and Gambit make their first MCU appearances, having both joined Storm’s band of X-Men since the events of Fall of the Mutants in the last phase, with Colossus being a returning former student whereas Gambit is a total newcomer.  I chose Cavill for Colossus because he can look the part and is capable of doing other accents than his own, while Zachary Levi gets the role of Gambit due to being a native of Louisiana, not to mention he once played Fandrall the Dashing in Thor: The Dark World.  As such, I can easily see Levi modifying his hair and accent just slightly to pull off a perfect Gambit.

On the villain side, the Frightful Four, Lizard, Electro and Mentallo are all new additions, the last character being part of Magneto’s Brotherhood for this film.  Indeed, as Magneto ends up among the heroes to start with, Mentallo and Calisto set up a mutant-ruled fiefdom on Battleworld in this film, and for Magneto, the question asked of his character is whether he’ll tear it down or try to take it over.  As the films will also be taking the war part more seriously, don’t expect the heroes to all walk ok by the end.  This is also why Steven Spielberg gets to direct; who better than the director of Saving Private Ryan to handle superheroes having to get into a war?

Excalibur (2005): Directed by Christopher Nolan

Brian Braddock Jr./Captain Britain = Jamie Bamber

Betsy Braddock/Psylocke = Lena Headey

Meggan = Sienna Miller

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler = Daniel Brühl

Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat = Selma Blair

Banshee/Sean Cassidy = Liam Neeson

Courtney Ross = Rosamund Pike

DI Dai Thomas = Mark Lewis Jones

Detective Kate Fraser = Kate Winslet

Dr Moira Mactaggert = Olivia Williams

Mojo = Jim Carrey

Major Domo = Hugh Laurie

Spiral = Eva Green

Gatecrasher = Dawn French

Yap (voice-acting) = Jennifer Saunders

Scatterbrain = Clémence Poésy

Thug = Donal Logue

Ferro = Jason Isaacs

China Doll = Miranda Richardson

Longshot = Ben Foster

Alison Blaire/Dazzler = Julia Styles

Having given Captain Britain a solo film and scattered the X-Men in the last phase, the timing would then be right in this phase to bring about the British off-shoot of the X-Men that is Excalibur.  As this MCU has yet to uncork any time-travel for its films, we substitute Rachel Summers of the original Excalibur comics for Brian Braddock’s twin sister Psylocke in the film version.  At the same time, while Banshee does appear in the film, he’s taken out early and is then kept to the side-lines.

However, the plot still tries to echo the original Excalibur graphic novel; the interdimensional tyrant Mojo is hunting someone, and uses Gatecrasher and her group, known as Technet, to grab them.  With Rachel Summers not being used, Mojoverse native and rebel hero Longshot is instead the target, along with his mutant girlfriend Dazzler.  When the hunt spills over to Britain, Captain Britain, his sister and his girlfriend team up with Nightcrawler and Shadowcat of the X-Men on an inter-dimensional rescue mission, and thus Excalibur is born.

Casting-wise, everyone down as far as Detective Kate Fraser is reprising from past films.  From Dr Moira MacTaggart on down, the cast is new to this film.  Much like with Captain Britain’s solo film, I’d want a lot of British talent to be involved, which accounts for most of the casting choices.  However, since a lot of the characters come from another dimension, there can be more flexibility regarding accents.  This accounts for why the likes of Jim Carrey, Donal Logue, Ben Foster and Julia Styles enter into the film.  I also cast French and Saunders here, though in a somewhat atypical fashion.  Here, Dawn French would likely be in either a mo-cap suit or heavy make-up to play Gatecrasher, whereas Jennifer Saunders would be voicing a small talking creature named Yap, who is usually clinging to Gatecrasher’s shoulder.  Add in the likes of Hugh Laurie and Miranda Richardson, both alumni of the Blackadder sit-coms, and we have some real British comedy gold in the line-up.

Direction-wise, it’s back to Christopher Nolan to keep the film British behind the scenes as well as in front of camera.

Defenders (2005) Directed by Sam Raimi

Dr Stephen Strange = Johnny Depp

Namor McKenzie/The Submariner = Christian Bale

Bruce Banner/Hulk = John Cusack

Silver Surfer = David Wenham

Valkyrie = Diane Kruger

Kyle Richmond/Nighthawk = Josh Duhamel

Patsy Walker/Hellcat = Mena Suvari

Wong = Will Yun Lee

Clea = Keira Knightley

Yandroth = Sullivan Stapleton

The original Defenders comics revolved around a superhero “non-team” that would unite when the need arose, but lacked a standing headquarters, charter, etc. like the Avengers had.  This made the group something of a haven for the outsiders who formed it, namely Doctor Strange, Namor the Sub-Mariner and the Hulk, with the Silver Surfer becoming an honourary founding member later on.  The team also gained a few more dedicated members in the forms of the Asgardian Valkyrie, wealthy industrialist Kyle Richmond, and superhero fan girl turned superhero Hellcat.  This film basically shows the Defenders forming against Doctor Strange’s one-time foe Yandroth, in part because Yandroth unleashes some chaos while many other heroes are missing due to the events of Secret Wars.

Only the top four Defenders, plus Wong and Clea, are retained from past films in this MCU.  The rest of the cast are new additions, but really, it’s combining the likes of Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, John Cusack and David Wenham into the core of the team that’s the real excitement.  Mind you, the rest of the cast are all well-known and highly skilled actors as well.  Direction-wise, I figured that since Strange and Yandroth are both on the mystic horror side of the Marvel world, a horror director of note like Sam Raimi would be good.

Ghost Rider 2 (2005) Directed by Tim Burton

Johnny Blaze/Ghost Rider = Connor Trinneer

Roxanne Simpson = Jessica Alba

Mephistopheles = Jeffery Combs

Orb/Drake Shannon = Michael Rooker

Blackout/Ray Carrigan = Johnny Whitworth

Karen Stirling = Jamie Alexander

Cynthia Randolph = Kirsten Dunst

Senator Stirling = Tim Robbins

Mark Crane = Nicholas Cage

Closing out 2005’s portion of this alternate MCU is a sequel for Johnny Blaze’s iteration of Ghost Rider, with Tim Burton back at the helm for obvious reasons.  Only the top three roles are retained from film 1, while the rest is fresh casting.  Story-wise, it’s a bit of a mash-up of a few different elements from the original Ghost Rider run into a single narrative.  Following the events of film 1, Blaze is living a bit of a drifter’s existence as he tries to deal with the demon spirit within him always taking over.  His girlfriend Roxanne is searching for him, and her scenes in the film are basically a kind of “will-she-won’t-she” break from the A-plot.

Said A-Plot is that a small town is being terrorised by a cult that has claimed the life of the son of a prominent senator.  When Blaze arrives, it isn’t long before his flaming alter ego is up to his fiery skull in their business, resulting in cult leader Mark Crane making a deal with Mephistopheles to imbue two of his henchmen with demonic powers.  Also caught in the mix are the senator’s daughter and a visiting reporter, each of whom is attracted to Johnny and reacts differently when he becomes the Ghost Rider.

X-Factor (2006) Directed by LeVar Burton

Cyclops/Scott Summers = Patrick Swayze

Jean Grey = Milla Jovovich

Warren Worthington III/Death/Archangel = Neil Patrick Harris

Beast/Hank McCoy = Alec Baldwin

Robert Drake/Iceman = Michael Weatherley

Angelica Jones = Lindsey Lohan

Xi'an Coy Manh = Katie Leung

Julio Richter = Alfonso Herrera

En Sabar Nur/Apocalypse = Faran Tahir

Plague/Pestilence = Gates McFadden

Caliban/Death = Joe Pantoliano

Autumn Rolfson/Famine = Bryce Dallas Howard

War = Joel Kinnaman

Raven Darkholme/Mystique = Connie Nielsen

As 2006 begins, we get another X-Men off-shoot, this time focusing on the original X-Men as the comics reckon things becoming X-Factor.  The team is given some very different origins this time round, but it’s still the classic team membership fans of the original X-Factor comics know.  In the film, Warren has lost his wings following injuries sustained in the events of the X-Men: Fall of the Mutants film.  Consequently, he is duped into becoming part of the Horsemen of Apocalypse as the mutant known as Apocalypse rises to attack humanity.  The rest of the X-Men alumni (Cyclops, Jean, Iceman and Beast) band together with encouragement from a government operative who is really the mutant shape-shifter Mystique, plus a trio of X-students currently in the team’s charge.

After the five mutants of X-Factor, we get mostly new characters to this MCU and thus a lot of new faces.  In terms of character selection, that’s mostly about trying to honour the comics when it comes to the Horsemen, since only the 90’s animated series has ever done so with these villains.  The whole original idea of the Horsemen was to evoke their biblical counter-parts, so anything not doing that isn’t doing the job right, at least not for the team’s original incarnation.  Plague and Caliban, as former members of the Morlocks, are reprised roles from X-Men: Fall of the Mutants, while Famine and War come into the film new.  As for working in Mystique, that’s someone we’ll certainly see in future films.  Direction-wise, I like calling on Trek alumni to direct given some of the thematic overlaps between X-lore and Trek, hence my selection of Levar Burton.

Secret Wars Part II (2006) Directed by Steven Spielberg

Steve Rogers/Captain America = Brad Pitt

Thor = Dolph Lundgren

Janet Van Dyne/Wasp = Catherine Zeta Jones

Clint Barton/Hawkeye = Kevin Costner

Vision = Casper Van Dien

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff = Kate Beckinsale

James Rhodes/Iron Man II = Samuel L Jackson

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk = Lucy Lawless

Reed Richards/Mr Fantastic = Tom Hanks

Johnny Storm/Human Torch = David Spade

Ben Grimm/Thing = Bryan Cranston

Crystal = Dina Meyer

Storm/Ororo Monroe = Halle Berry

Polaris/Lorna Dane = Jeri Ryan

Wolverine/Logan = Tom Cruise

Peter Rasputin/Colossus = Henry Cavill

Remi LeBeau/Gambit = Zachary Levi

Peter Parker/Spider-Man = Wil Weaton

Beyonder = Ian McShane

Victor Von Doom/Doctor Doom = Goran Višnji��

Wizard/Bentley Whitford = Alan Rukk

Sandman/Flint Marko = Dwayne Johnson

Titania/Mary MacPherson = Amy Christine Dumas

Electro/Max Dillon = Eddie Cahill

Lizard/Dr Curt Connors = Dylan Baker

Magneto = Ian McKellan

Calisto = Carrie-Anne Moss

Sabretooth = Tyler Mane

Pyro = Hugh Jackman

Mentallo/Marvin Flumm = Brad Dourif

Zsaji = Eva Mendes

By the time Spielberg brings us part 2 of Secret Wars, we’ve lost Quicksilver, ideals are getting blurred and our heroes are struggling, which isn’t helped by Doom managing to usurp the powers of the Beyonder.  When this brings an unexpected peace to Battleworld, the heroes face the question of whether or not they should try and challenge Doom, assuming they can.  The film will also honour the original comics by making it the origin of the Venom symbiote, something no adaptation has ever done.  The one other change is the incorporation of the alien one-shot character Zsaji from the original Secret Wars, though in keeping with taking the war more seriously, she has a stronger role than just being a random healer and would-be love interest to Johnny Storm or Colossus.

Heroes For Hire (2006) Directed by Paul McGuigan

Luke Cage = Tyrese Gibson

Danny Rand/Iron Fist = Neil Jackson

Shang Chi = Garrett Wang

Misty Knight = Rosario Dawson

Colleen Wing = Olivia Munn

Jessica Jones = Christina Ricci

Willis Stryker = Bokeem Woodbine

Harold Meachum = Bill Pullman

Davos/Steel Serpent = Kevin Durand

Batroc = Georges St-Pierre

Scimitar = Jason Mamoa

Clay Quartermain = Patrick Wilson

Daisy Dugan = Hayley Atwell

Zebidiah Killgrave/Purple Man = Tom McCamus

Most of the characters Marvel and Netflix put in the Defenders streaming show would originally have been members of, or been acquainted with, the little-known Heroes for Hire group, primarily formed in the comics by Luke Cage, Iron First and Misty Knight.  This film works in a few more street-level members, including Shang-Chi, Colleen Wing and Jessica Jones.  The team consists of various for-hire vigilantes and volunteers who are trying to keep the streets of New York safe following the apparent retirement of Daredevil.  When an enclave of organised criminals attempts to eliminate them, SHIELD agents Quartermain and Dugan reach out to unite the heroes into a team.

This is a new film and new cast, with some roles leaping readily to mind while others have taken a bit more thought to select.  Again, I’ve gone for at least one Trek alumni by picking Garrett Wang of Voyager fame to play Shang-Chi, and I’ve also looked to sci-fi series Mutant X for another bit of casting.  Tom McCamus, who played Mason Eckhart in that show, takes up the role of Killgrave for this film, though the character appears only in flashbacks, as I feel that’s sufficient for the film’s plot to showcase where Jessica is mentally and emotionally as the team comes together.  Direction-wise, I picked Paul McGuigan based on the work he did on the film Lucky Number Slevin.

Namor The Submariner (2007) Directed by Gore Verbinski

Namor McKenzie/The Submariner = Christian Bale

General Krang = Tim Curry

Lady Dorma = Katie Holmes

Vashti = Naseeruddin Shah

Attuma = Danny Hutson

Llyra = Rachel Leigh Cook

Dr Walter Newell/Stingray = Rider Strong

Kicking off the 2007 films that conclude this MCU’s phase four is a solo entry for Namor the Sub-Mariner, who like Black Panther got his introduction via Fantastic Four: World War III in recognition of his first Marvel appearance (the character previously having existed under the company’s pre-1960’s name of Timely Comics).  Having also appeared in the Defenders film earlier in this phase, this solo film has Namor return to Atlantis to find his throne under threat by a coup, involving the Nemurian Llyra and a traitor from within his imperial court.  The film includes at least two other characters who have betrayed or openly opposed Namor in the comics to keep fans guessing and work in a little defiance of expectation.  The film also works in another undersea superhero in the form of Stingray to give audiences a POV character for delving into Namor’s world.

Namor, Krang and Lady Dorma are reprised roles for this film, while the rest of the cast is new.  For direction, I decided to look into the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise for directors with experience of filming anything at sea with fantastical elements, and based on this chose Gore Verbinski as he directed the entire original trilogy of that franchise.

Doctor Strange 3 (2007) Directed by Sam Raimi

Dr Stephen Strange = Johnny Depp

Wong = Will Yun Lee

Clea = Keira Knightley

Jericho Drumm/Brother Voodoo = Doug E. Doug

Valkyrie = Diane Kruger

Baron Karl Mordo = Michael Dorn

Dormammu = Bernard Hill

Umar = Ruth Wilson

Dweller-In-Darkness = Colin Firth

In this third and final solo film for Doctor Strange, our title hero tries to help his fellow Defender Valkyrie acclimate to life on Earth, and is also visited by fellow sorcerer Brother Voodoo.  The time he devotes to his guests puts a strain on his romantic relationship with Clea, but when Baron Mordo returns with the backing of Dormammu once more, battle takes precedence.  However, the battle is not all it seems, as Dormammu’s sister Umar and the mysterious Dweller-In-Darkness are lurking in the shadows.  By the film’s end, someone will have to be sacrificed to keep Earth safe from a grave mystic peril.

A lot of the casting is retained from prior films, but Brother Voodoo, Umar and DID are all new roles.  Ruth Wilson and Colin Firth are both chosen for the gravitas their villain roles need, while Doug E. Doug is my choice for Brother Voodoo based on the more serious moments he had at times when playing Sanka in Cool Runnings.  For direction, I think it’s a good idea to stick with Sam Raimi on this one to keep things consistent with the Defenders film that precedes this one.

Iron Man: Enter The Mandarin (2007) Directed by Jon Favreau

Tony Stark/Iron Man = Tom Selleck

James Rhodes/Iron Man II/War Machine = Samuel L. Jackson

Justin Hammer = Christopher Lee

Bethany Cabe = Julia Roberts

The Mandarin/Xin Xhang = Chow Yun-Fat

Arthur Parks/Living Laser = Josh Dallas

Whitney Frost/Madame Masque = Alice Eve

Boris Bullski/Titanium Man = Alan Tudyk

Douglas Scott/Razorfist = Joe Manganiello

Kathy Dare = Cameron Diaz

So, let’s recap what we’ve had by way of Iron Man lore in this alternate MCU.  The first two IM films are directed by Steven Spielberg with Tom Selleck playing Iron Man, dealing with similar story arcs to the first two films of the real MCU, prior to forming the Avengers in a team-up film under director Andrew Davis.  IM3 then shows Stark fall victim to his alcoholism and Samuel L Jackson’s Rhodey taking up the Iron Man mantle, with Sam Raimi directing.  After that, Rhodey’s Iron Man features in a second Avengers film under Davis and the Secret Wars two-parter with Spielberg.  Here, we get the director of the real MCU’s first two Iron Man movies on hand to guide a film showcasing the comeback trail of Tony Stark and James Rhodes becoming War Machine, all to face Iron Man’s arch-foe the Mandarin.

For this film, a lot of things are different.  First, while the Mandarin has his proper ten rings from the comics, he is still developed beyond a stereotype, being presented as a Chinese businessman first and foremost who is using alien tech rings to try and conquer what his corporate efforts cannot.  He avoids some of his comic counterpart’s more flamboyant attire, but nonetheless has a fondness for China’s dynastic era and opposes its modern-day government.  Second, we’re done with Happy and Pepper, and while Bethany Cabe is retained from IM3, we also include the insane stalker girlfriend Kathy Dare for the purpose of misdirecting the fans.  After all, if we’re not doing it with the Mandarin, we might as well do it somewhere.

And that concludes our look into phase 4 of our alternate MCU.  Next month, we’ll check phase 4 of the alternate DC movie universe.  Until then, ta-ta for now.

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝and now she’s all over me it’s like i paid for it❞

(not my gif)

summary: get in there, get what you want, get out.

warnings: smut, oral sex m receiving, klaue straight up murders someone (that means descriptions of blood) fingering, unprotected sex, prostitutes, there’s probably more warnings so let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 1.3k

a/n: in my defense, i rewatched black panther and i was left unsupervised. this is kind of short, bye

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The LED lights lining the walls of the lobby were seedy, flickering, flashing a pathetically inconsistent purple that only further confirmed this place was a shithole. Something about it made you think it wasn’t to be trusted. A bad attempt at friendliness.

Get in there, get what you want, get out. Try not to speak to anyone if you can, your Korean’s horrible. Those were the exact instructions you’d given yourself.

As it turns out, it didn’t take long to find Klaue: he was in the darkened room beyond the bar, some hooker you didn’t recognize on his lap, the only thing unusual about it. You didn’t let the jealousy flood you— no time to waste on those petty emotions.

Being careful not to take your eyes off them, you leaned as seductively as you could against the doorframe. “Hey.”

You knew Klaue could only see your silhouette, but you hoped your voice was giveaway enough.

However, confusion flooded his features— apparently not.

“Who’s there?” he called, pushing the girl off his lap, and you took your first, confident steps towards the lamplight.

“Me, duh. I thought we had a deal, why you bringing some other whore into this?”

“Uh, I’m right here,” the girl cut in rudely, and even though she looked Korean, her accent was all American.

There was an awkward beat, then Klaue gave her a little push towards the door. “Go off, now. Don’t tell anyone you’ve seen me.”

She gave him a look, but started off the couch obediently: she didn’t get five steps before Klaue unholstered a pistol and opened fire on her back.

The girl collapsed in the space between you: her blood looked syrupy on the carpet.

“Right in front of me? Seriously?” you said, sidestepping the growing pool so the bottoms of your Louboutins wouldn’t get redder than they already were, “Who’s gonna clean it up?”

Klaue shrugged half-heartedly, and the pistol was still smoking, so he put it on the seat next to him instead of back in the holster. “They have janitors.”

There was silence as you sat down next to him.

“How long you staying in Korea?” you mumbled.

“Until my partner makes a move,” he said, his eyes fixed on the dead girl. She was definitely dead, and had died almost instantly, but dead bodies twitched. It was unnerving.

“How long you planning on staying in this room?” you pressed, turning your gaze back to him.

Klaue looked at you this time, his expression impossible to read.

“Until there’s a silver lining.”

He bent down to kiss you then, and normally you weren’t the type to rush, but you slipped your tongue in his mouth immediately, your hand tightening on his leg. He responded by gripping you by the nape of your neck, sending hot spirals everywhere he was touching you.

When he was done feeling out your neck, he reached for your leg, yanked it over his lap pretty goddamn quickly, and if you had any breath left, you would’ve giggled. You didn’t spend much time teasing him through his slacks like you normally would’ve: you simply lowered yourself down between his spread legs and teased him with your hands.

“What do you want?” you asked him, looking up at him, pupils blown wide but hardly noticeable in the lighting. He was hard, of course he was, maybe not fully yet, but certainly swollen, you could feel it.

Klaue wrapped his flesh hand in your hair, curling his fingers in tight. “I want fucking everything.”

You took that as cue to get a move on: you fumbled with his zipper and soon enough his cock was free.

You’d guessed right. He was already leaking and swollen, a drop of precum rolling down from the tip that practically begged you to lick it off.

His hips arched into your palm as you started stroking him, and you grinned as Klaue pulled you down, forcing you to taste him.

He was so big you could easily feel him in the back of your mouth, but you didn’t care, you bobbed your head and swirled your tongue until you extracted a low groan out of him. Your knees were digging into the carpet, your dress was probably riding up, and the girl was dead, for fuck’s sake, but none of it mattered.

You gagged and Klaue took over, fucking into your mouth with the flesh hand still in your hair. You moaned against him, knowing your drool was rolling down his length, and your eyes fluttered shut as he thrust wantonly into your mouth.

It didn’t take much before he was spilling onto your tongue.

“Plenty of time to make a mess of that pretty face later,” Klaue mumbled, a sly grin in his voice, and your pussy clenched around nothing as the grip on the back of your hair loosened.

You rose, hooking your legs around him, and Klaue slipped both hands under your slip dress to grip your ass as he kissed you searing and open-mouthed. You couldn’t help but flinch at having his weaponized hand on you, especially as it dipped down beneath your underwear, but the apprehension lessened as an artificial finger disappeared into your pussy.

“Fuck,” you hissed: it was almost too much. He was sucking a bruising kiss on your neck, you could feel the pressure building.

You twisted your hips against him and Klaue gave a shapeless grunt.

“You gonna come for me, love?” he mumbled, crooking the finger, “It’s barely been ten fucking seconds…”

“Need you,” you muttered breathlessly, “Needed you ever since I stepped into this place.”

“Ay, I can tell, comin’ in here lookin’ like that.”

His voice dipped disastrously low and you gasped as he tugged down the front of your dress: the rush of cool air around your breasts pushed you to the precipice, and you arched on his fingers.

“Calm down, love.”

You groaned as he twisted one of your nipples with his flesh hand, only to soothe the sting of pain with a wet kiss around the sensitive skin. Your eyes rolled back, you barely felt him withdrawing his artificial finger.

“So fucking needy,” he groaned, gripping your ass, actually pulling you up out of the way so he could tease his cock on your folds, “Bet you’d come if I let the head of it in, eh?”

You nodded frantically, and Klaue chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”

So fucking generous tonight, he let you on his cock, and you moaned out loud as the knot in your stomach finally loosened. “Holy fuck.”

“Spread your legs, love,” he muttered thickly.

You did to the best of your ability, sinking down further on his cock, and Klaue rubbed your clit, moaning unabashedly like it was the most angelic thing he’d ever touched.

“Takin’ it so well…”

Klaue was completely buried inside of you when he started moving: you gasped pathetically as he pulled out half an inch only to sink even deeper than before, and your orgasm came like a wave, making everything in you clench and unclench at once.

You didn’t even register moving forward, but suddenly your lips were crashed against his as you twisted your hips against him, pushing even further.

It was rhythmic, you were moving together, he had a hand firm on your hip as he thrust into you, and you were doing your best to take all of him when he was filling you so deeply like this.

God, this feeling was enough to make you cross countries. You’d hijacked the jet just for this. It was hard to believe you’d actually been in Taiwan this afternoon.

“That’s it, love,” Klaue groaned. “I’m so fuckin’ close, making a mess of me now…”

He gave a few more lazy thrusts before completely slowing to a stop, and you gasped as you felt him fill you, the warmth practically covering every inch of you, he was so fucking deep.

“Thanks,” you bit out, panting, even though you knew you’d be getting back on him within minutes.

Klaue squeezed your wrist, possibly unable to move. “My pleasure.”

It took all the strength you had left, but you hoisted yourself off of him and tugged your dress down, only to collapse beside him as your legs were aching.

“Ow,” you mumbled pathetically.

“Stay,” Klaue mumbled, wrapping an arm around you.

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The Deal part four

Pairing: Ulysses x You.

Author’s note: There will be a few songs mentioned in this part, so I suggest that you listen to these songs while you read it. Here is the list in case you want to have it ready before you start reading.  Have fun!😉

Song list: Freeek by George Micheal

100 Ways by Austin Hull

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

 You were definitely distracted for the next few days. Did that night actually happen? Did you actually do that? Did HE actually do that? What was infuriating was that you did not see Ulysses for the next few days, no calls, just a few messages but they were all business related. How cold. Did he regret what happened? Did you go too far? It was almost impossible to do simple tasks without thinking about him.

Finally, a few days later, right when you were ready to go home you got a message from Ulysses that said There is a package for you at the front desk. You headed downstairs and the concierge handed you a large pink box.

When you got home you opened the box and the first thing you saw was a note: I need you again. Wear this. There was an address and time that you were supposed to show up at the club. You put the piece of paper aside and you took out a very well fitting dress. You also noticed something else in the box, it was matching underwear. The arrogance of this man. Should you actually wear it? You thought about it for a second. Truthfully, you didn’t like  being told what to do but the thought of letting him get a glimpse of the underwear he liked really excited you. You could always tease him by letting him get a look here and there, by accident of course.  The things I do for this job, you sighed to yourself.

You took a taxi to the club. When you gave the bouncer your name he led you to a private area.

The song Freeek by George Micheal started playing.

The bouncer lifted the velvet rope for you. You walked in and sat on a leather ottoman. A few men glanced at you from where they were sitting.

The bouncer leaned forward so you could hear him over the music “He will be with you shortly. Would you like something to drink?”

You told him what drink you wanted and he walked away. You were starting to feel anxious as you noticed some of the men nudging each other and pointing your way. You stood up to leave when you noticed a guy walking in your direction but thankfully Ulysses appeared a few seconds later smiling wide at you. “I knew that dress would look perfect on you.” He said taking your hand and kissing it with flair. In the corner of your eye you noticed the guy go back to his seat. Ulysses led you to a circular sofa where you recognized some of his business partners, there was one bubbly girl who seemed friendly so you sat down next to her. She gave you a big smile when she noticed you so you smiled back.

Ulysses leaned next to your ear “I still have some business to take care of. You chat for a while, don’t give away any of my secrets though.” Ulysses winked and he sat across from you and started chatting with the men.

The bouncer arrived with your drink. You took a sip, it was just the way you liked it.

“Is he your boyfriend?” the bubbly girl turned to you.

You chocked on your drink, “He’s my boss.” You quickly spat out but you realized that perhaps that wasn’t something you should have said when you noticed the girl’s face change. You weren’t sure how to read the look she gave you.

“Hmmmm… your boss is hot.” She said as she eyed you for a response.

“I guess…” you tried to say coolly.

The girl laughed for some reason “But you guys do it, right?”

You chocked on your drink a second time, you just shook your head no while you coughed.

“Come on, it’s between us girls! Like I said, he’s hot and there is no shame in having some fun.”

“What makes you think we do it?”

“Well… the way he can’t keep his eyes off you for one thing.” She said taking a sip of her own drink.

You glanced at Ulysses, even though he seemed to be explaining something to the other men, he had his eyes glued to you. You looked away quickly, the girl in front of you smiled and nodded her head cheerfully.

“By the way, I’m Cate.” She said extending her hand.

“Y/N” you said as you shook it.

100 Ways by Austin Hull started playing.

The two of you chatted for a while but you got excited whenever you felt Ulysses’ gaze on you.

You couldn’t help imagining him grabbing you by the hand and leading you somewhere the two of you could be alone. Maybe even the bathroom, which was quite fancy despite it being in a club, large mirrors, leather loungers, a soft shaggy rug. He would lock the door so no one could get in, he’d give you that look and you’d start making out. He’d back you up against the sinks and lift you up onto the countertop, still kissing you, as he’d lift your skirt... You were lost in these thoughts but you quickly realized that you were staring at Ulysses for far too long, unconsciously giving him bedroom eyes, he stopped talking as he tilted his head and arched his brow at you with interest. You quickly looked away as you felt a heat flow through you.  

As the night went on you started to relax and feel a little playful as you sipped on your second drink. You laughed loudly at something Cate said drawing Ulysses’ attention to yourself as you teasingly flipped your hair letting your dress strap fall off your shoulder. You glanced to check what Ulysses was doing when you heard him stumble over his words as he adjusted himself in his seat when he saw your cleavage become more exposed.

You sat back, sipping on your drink letting your outrageously short dress hike up just enough to show off where your lace top stockings ended. Ulysses ran his thumb over his bottom lip.

“Let’s go dance!” Cate said standing up.

You stood up and followed her onto the dance floor.

The two of you danced for a while when suddenly you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. “May I?” Ulysses asked looking at you.

Cate gave you a thumbs up before she disappeared into the crowd.

Closer by Nine Inch Nails started playing.

Ulysses towered over you, as the two of you started to dance.

Your moves were slow and sensual, you felt his gaze travel all over your body, as you rocked back and forth in front of him. He started to move in the same pace as you, his moves were more strategic, his hands would occasionally caress different parts of your body, sending an electric feeling through you every time it happened, making you wonder if he did it deliberately or not.

You wanted to tease him so you turned your back to him as you swayed your hips and flipped your hair exposing your bare back to him.

You unexpectedly felt him press his entire body against your back as his hands snaked around your waist, and he buried his face in the side of your neck.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that.” He breathed.

“You’re not so bad yourself. You really know how to move.” You replied turning your head to look at him.

He chuckled, his face barely an inch from yours, “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. ” He said giving you a mischievous look.

You wondered if that look suggested that those moves translate to what he can do in bed. Damn, where were these thoughts coming from? You didn’t know how long you would be able to control yourself around this man.

Author’s note: Tell me if you guys liked the idea of music in fics, yay or nay?

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[cinebration]

The Hyena (Ulysses Klaue x Reader) [Part 2]

Acceptance comes with conditions.

Part 1 | Part 2

Tagged: @illbegoinhome​

Warnings: language

Gif Source: schreiberpablo

The hours slogged by as you waited. A man like Klaue, you reasoned, would make a decision quickly, though not without considering all the variables.

Then again, a man like Klaue would make you wait til the last second simply to keep you on your toes. A power play, one you knew all too well. To make himself seem like he was in control, he would make you sweat.

You were fucking tired of sweating. As the hours trudged past with no call, no appearance of Klaue at your doorstep, your anxiety swelled until you were crawling in your own skin. The fan on your face, the cold water you splashed over yourself—nothing mitigated your sensory torment.

Still no Klaue.

Fuck.

As you threw your things back into the small carry-on you’d brought, you wondered if he knew how much you needed him. To be the one in control, you had to let him know he was expendable, that you were gifting him a favor. He couldn’t think he was the essential piece on which the whole plan hinged.

He knew. He had to know.

The irrationality of the thought hooked its claws into your gray matter, making you crawl in your own cerebral cortex.

How could he know how important this was to you? He couldn’t, end of story.

You viciously zipped up the carry-on and headed for the airport.

~~

The terminal was blissfully cool, air-conditioned for its flyers. You lounged in one of the chairs directly under a vent and let go of your hope. At least you weren’t suffering in the swelter anymore.

You boarded the plane forty minutes later, not bothering to glance at the time. You felt numb. Yet another thwarted plan that would have fed your ambition.

I should just leave the Agency, you thought bitterly, already composing your report to Ross in your head.

The mission was a failure, sir. Klaue thought I was crazy, too.

“Well,” Ross would say, “at least he stopped you.”

You could hear the snickers and see the delighted sneers of your coworkers rejoicing in your failure.

Doomed to fail, always.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the pilot’s voice crackled over the plane’s speakers, “welcome to Transnational Airlines. Thank you for riding with us today.”

You tuned him out, sinking deeper into the wallow pit you had dug for yourself.

Put all my eggs in one basket.

Peering out the window at the stretch of unforgiving wasteland, you thought with rueful triumph, Fuck you, heat. The one consolation prize of the whole wasted mission.

The plane jolted as it began to taxi away from the gate and down the runway. Heat waves radiated up from the cracked pavement.

So long, hellhole.

The plane jerked to a stop. The flight attendant from the back of the plane strode quickly down the center aisle, disappearing into the cockpit.

Warning bells tolled in your mind. Straightening, you peered out the window, trying to see what was happening on the ground.

The flight attendant emerged from the cockpit. With a frightened glance over her shoulder, she unlocked the plug door.

Tense voices shouted outside the plane, audible though unintelligible above the roar of the plane’s idling engines. A figure darkened the doorway, sending the flight attendant scurrying back in alarm.

Fucking hell.

Barreling forward, Klaue strode into the plane, filling the space bodily in the way only he seemed able to do. Blue-gray eyes sweeping over the terrified faces of the passengers, he fixed his attention suddenly on you. The feral grin stretched across his face.

“Leaving so soon?” he called as he slowly sauntered over.

Fucking. Hell.

Not only had he made you wait, but he was making a big fucking show of it. The balls on the man had you shaking with agitation and embarrassment.

“I told you twelve hours,” you managed to say.

He tapped the large watch on his wrist with his prosthetic hand. “Not twelve hours yet, sweetheart.”

He reached your row. Leaning against the back of the chair in front of you, the woman in the seat cowering away from him, he regarded you with deadly amusement, like a cat waiting to play with its prey.

“Well?” you asked, your irritation getting the better of you. “Don’t tell me you stopped the whole plane just to tell me no.”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

You felt the stares of the people in the seats around you, panicked eyes shifting between you and Klaue. They wanted it over. They wanted him off the plane and you with it, if they were lucky.

“Give me your answer.”

Scratching at his beard, Klaue replied, “I accept.”

You nearly jumped out of your seat with excitement. Struggling to keep your face neutral, you nodded, not trusting your voice.

“On one condition.”

You looked at him sharply. “What?”

“You stay here with me.”

FUCKING HELL.

“That’s not how this works,” you said. “You check in—”

“If I’m going to stick my neck out in front of Dietrich,” Klaue said, leaning in, breath ticking your face, “you have to be right there beside me on the chopping block if everything goes wrong, sweetheart.”

Your mind raced, heart tripping in your chest with anxiety. You needed him. There was no other way around it. Even if it meant sweltering in this godforsaken hole and enduring everything Klaue would throw at you, it would be worth it to take Dietrich down.

It had to be.

Gritting your teeth, you met his penetrating stare. “Deal.”

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[cursedcomics]

What’s right and wrong (to my tastes anyway) on comicbook TV.

This is going to be a little bit of a love letter/ report card of hate for comic related TV shows.   And, honestly, a rant.

TV is a different breed. Any discussion of this subject has to begin with that point. You have to acknowledge that they cannot just mirror comic stories.  You have to give them the freedom to write their own stories.

That said, the entire point of basing a TV show on a comic is that it will start with an established fan base. If you honor the source material, you gain.   If you shit on it , you lose.

The Walking Dead may be the best example of this.  The characters from the comics show up. They are generally the same characters, but each character’s chronology is different. The show has taken a different direction on TV and that changes their path to death. I love that. That is a healthy relationship with your source material.  That gives your comic readers and your new TV fans something to watch.

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow is the polar opposite.  It is really a pretty bad show I have binge watched. Almost every character in the show is a jacked up version of their comic selves or doesn’t exist in the comics. Sure, there are some exceptions.  They got Martin Stein right, although his dialogue is way too whiny.  Arguably they more or less got the hawks right. The guy who played Vandal Savage was a good actor, although IMO way too short.  It would be almost totally unwatchable if not for the fact that they have pretty good actors.  They floated a comic based on it and it totally flopped.  That could mean something about the TV show, or nothing at all.  In this instance I think it is your dead mine canary telling you that comic fans have tuned out because your writers are not universally good,  They have jacked up the characters turning off the fans, and that you probably have the wrong characters on the show. 

I would argue that the LOT would profit greatly from a comic-style reboot.  THe Arrow-verse is well suited for reboots. 

Have something irrevocably change the timeline and recast your time travelers.  You only NEED Sarah Lance and I’d argue, Rip Hunter, out of the existing cast.  The other 5 can rotate new characters in and out. I’d love to see Jonah Hex get pulled into different eras, eventually abandoned in the future,  and meet his own stuffed body.  Why not have Booster Gold show up and (intentionally) accidentally screw up missions to yield better results.  Bring in the LOSH for a guest appearance.  There is no reason to restore vandal Savage.  T.O. Morrow, the Lord of Time, Good and Bad Chronos are all ripe players available for season long baddies. I would argue it is time for something new. 

The Flash seems to bounce between fresh and tired. I can’t tell if the status quo or the writers yield the tired stories. While the Central City status quo is perfect for telling “Supervillian X shows up and flash saves the day” stories, it feels dated now. Plus no one really likes Barry and Iris dating as brother and sister. The one good thing about the flashpoint reboot timeline is that it temporarily cleaned up that awkward relationship into one that TV fans could tolerate. 

I think they would be wise to have some new character unwind the original flashpoint (the one created by the reverse flash) and leave Iris and Barry to have a normal committed relationship, even a married one, with Joe seen as Barry’s beloved mentor.  Keep the characters people like and flush the dead weight story baggage that fans don’t like.  You can bring back the popular Officer Thorne. The guy who plays the reverse flash is fantastic and really hasn’t been given top scripts to go off.   Here is a Zoom who as a scientist from the future, might (should?) have some fairly big concerns about killing "Historical figures” (although he didn’t show any in the past).  The danger of Zoom without the bodycount. 

You can kill off Barry’s dad to make it a stronger relationship and that could be an impetus to explore Keystone City in Jay Garricks’ earth and get out of Central City for  a while.  DO Jay Garrick and Jesse Quick remember the flash and everything that happened?  I would think so, so you don’t have to revisit Zoom.  That might be neat for Barry and Vibe to start calling Jay Garrick’s world Earth 2 as they wouldn’t  remember naming them.   You could then toss the comic fans a bone by introducing the crime syndicate on Jesse's now Earth 3.  But that is admittedly, robbing peter to pay paul.    It would be somewhat befuddling for easily confused TV folk. But that is just some random thoughts, not a prescription like I mentioned for LOT.

Green Arrow is a series where they took everything cool from the comic, added new pieces, and built a new coherent world from it. The dialogue and stories have gone downhill since season one and team arrow is way too big, but they is a good nucleus there. A LOT reboot could tighten that up too.  Mr. Terrific could fall into Jay Garrick’s world and meet his boyfriend there that he just likes better.   Mad Dog could be an Arrow adversary. Ras Al Ghul could stay dead.  Ray, Roy and Speedy could also migrate to earth 2 or 3. John could get back both kids in the reset, which might push him into semi- retirement as a hero.  That could clear the table for fresh new villains to threaten Star City. 

I really like the supergirl series.  It’s not that they do everything right, it’s just a another show where they have a very likable star.  And they really cater to the comic fan.   They write the show from a premise akin to “Hey what if we took the core 1/3 characters of the DCU to populate this universe and then had Superman almost always away on special projects leaving Supergirl to save the day?  How would things shake out?  Anything Superman would normally handle, we will give to her. ”

The writing feels much more organic than on LOT.  I don’t like the guy who plays the Martian Manhunter, but I love that the Martian Manhunter is in the show.  (note you could always “kill off”  that identity). Mon-el is a nice add.  Bringing in the LOSH is very much mirroring what I perceive to be the concept of the show.

Agent Carter has gone by the wasteside and that was a shame. I think the show really blew it by not getting more into the era. Why not have the 1950′s avengers or Marvel’s 40′s Heroes trickle through?  A hearthrob alien from Venus with advanced technology and questionable motives? A killer robot? Venus? Namor and Namora? The Original Black widow?  The Torch? All handled by Agent Carter with an occasional assist from the wasp and Ant Man?  Their directive shunned their comic audience, IMO.

Agents of Sheild has also gotten into trouble for similar reasons. I get that Marvel didn’t want to give them access to the main MU heroes, so they tried to build around a cast instead and an assigned shit storyline eater ---the inhumans, but I think they didn’t make the right arguments.   Ulysses Klaw would have made an awesome villain for shield for the last season....adding to his impact in the black panther movie.  They should have focused on minor villains with International operations.  The Kangaroo.  Batroc the Leaper would have been a screen munching over the top villain straight out of a bond movie.  He could have a plan to kill his nemesis, Captain America, that shield could thwart.  I have always been partial to the mandrill, (and his sister Dansen Macabre), and the success of the purple man character tapping a nerve suggests it is high time for a little monkey business.  

I get that getting the Ghost Rider right was an expensive investment dictating they used that a lot for a season.   The storyline just wasn’t that good.  Another Mort. Maybe guest star the shroud.  Werewolf by night.

Like LOT, the AOS show is really built on only a small portion of their cast.   Three characters since they offed Grant --- Mockingbird, Daisy, and Coulter.  Really everyone else SHOULD be nameless agents who come and go.  It’s a spy show.  You don’t have to have ongoing arcs each week. It’s great to be the prisoner, but  you can be the 1960′s Avengers some weeks.  I think they lost sight of that.

That’s all I really got today.  End rant. 

[imagineandimagine]

Ulysses Klaue Masterlist

The Deal

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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The Deal part 3

Warning: Hmm… Ulysses definitely gets pretty handsy in this one. 😉

Pairing: Ulysses x You

You entered the grand hall, people holding cocktails and eating finger food, laughing, and looking glamorous. You weren’t prepared for your evening to turn out like this, you held onto Ulysses’ arm for comfort.

“Don’t worry little rabbit,” he said taking a whiskey from the waiter “I’ll do the talking, you just have to be your charming self.” He smiled at you before taking a sip of his drink.

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you weren’t willing to admit him how confused and anxious you were either. You took a blue cocktail from one of the trays and sipped on it as you looked around. Whoever organized this really went all out, this was a ballroom filled with lavish furnishings and a buffet with anything anyone could want.

“Ulysses!” A tall man approached the two of you with spring in his step, he obviously already had a few drinks. The two men greeted each other with a firm handshake and some back patting.

“And who is this lovely creature” the man asked turning to you.

“This is Y/N,” Ulysses said as you tried to shake the man’s hand, the man lingered a little too long as he attempted to kiss your hand making a face like he was about to say something lewd, Ulysses noticed this so he added “My girlfriend”.

The man let go of your hand as he jerked his head in Ulysses’ direction “Girlfriend!?” he laughed “No way, you’re not the type to have a girlfriend! You just don’t want me flirting with her!”

“I assure you-“ Ulysses tried to add but the man wasn’t listening as he drunkenly interrupted him.

“You just want her to yourself! Prove to me that this is your girlfriend!” he waved a finger in Ulysses’ face.

You were really fed up with this man, you looked at Ulysses unsure of what to do and he actually looked flustered. You’ve never seen him look nervous, he tried to change the subject but the man wouldn’t budge as he tried to flirt with you more aggressively, trying to touch you and shouting that there was no way that the two of you were together. Ulysses had an idea, he leaned in close to your ear “Can I kiss you?”. You looked at him stunned, not comprehending why he would ask such a thing all of a sudden. “Just to prove to this drunk idiot that we’re a couple”. You slightly nodded your head. Ulysses put his prosthetic hand on your back and with his other hand he tilted your chin, he move his face inches away from yours, he looked into your eyes just to make sure he had your approval. When he saw you closing your eyes he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and tender, it seemed like he was slowly losing himself as the kiss became a bit more passionate, his hand was now on your neck as he pressed himself into you. It made you dizzy but thankfully he held you firmly against his body. The man was shouting for you to stop already but Ulysses lingered for a moment longer before he let you go. You let out a small gasp as your lips disconnected.

“Alright! I believe you! Enough!” the man laughed.

Ulysses chatted with the man for a while, thanks to how drunk the man was, he had a very loose tongue, he gave Ulysses all the information he needed, he even sent him several messages and emails confirming what he was saying. Ulysses seemed satisfied as he approached a few more people manipulating them into telling him what he wanted with the information he already had.

At one point in the evening you snuck out of the ballroom and Ulysses led you into a well-furnished office. “What are we doing here?” you whispered as Ulysses locked the door and started looking through desk drawers.

“I’m looking for documents with this symbol on it,” He crudely drew a strange symbol on a piece of napkin “Help me look, you’re good at that,” he added smirking.

“We shouldn’t be in here,” you half whispered.

“I know,” he said as he started flipping through books.

Reluctantly you started looking for the papers. Literally five minutes later you heard a commotion outside the door. Why is this door locked? Someone said. Who’s in there!? Someone started banging on the door.

Panicked, you looked at Ulysses who was obviously taken by surprise “Shit. Those morons should have been in a drunken stupor by now. The head of security must have changed.” He started looking around for anther way to escape but it was clear that, that door was the only way out. The banging was getting louder.

“I have an I idea,” you said signaling for Ulysses to come closer as you hopped onto the desk and ruffled your hair making it look a bit disheveled. You let one of your dress straps slide off your shoulder, exposing even more of your cleavage.

“I’m liking this” Ulysses smiled.

“Shut up. Hurry. Kiss me,” you said tugging on his shirt.

Ulysses froze for a second, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open not believing what you just said but he quickly snapped out of it “So you enjoyed that huh?” he said smiling even wider. You tried to give him an annoyed look. “No need to tell me twice” he said as he grabbed the back of your neck and crashed his lips against yours. He was a lot rougher than before, it really seemed like he wasn’t holding back this time. The two of you started making out while your hands explored each other, Ulysses wasted no time as his tongue licked your bottom lip and then he deepened the kiss, making you squeak from how bold he was. The banging on the door became louder and you heard more shouting from the other side, but it was as if Ulysses didn’t hear anything, as he hiked up your dress and his hand moved up your thigh, reaching your ass and giving it a little squeeze.  You couldn’t believe the effect this was having on you, you were completely lost in how it felt to be touched by him, the taste of the whiskey on his lips, his tongue on yours. You managed to loosen his tie and undo a few buttons as your hand made it’s way under his shirt, as the kiss became even more passionate you couldn’t help yourself but drag your nails over his chest, you could feel Ulysses smiling against your lips when he felt it. He pressed himself against you, his prosthetic against the small of your back, his hips between your legs rocking into you. With one final bang the men broke down the door.

“Gentlemen! I’m afraid you caught us at a tender moment.” He said breaking away and panting a bit.

“Didn’t you hear us-!“ a security guard angrily approached the two of you.

“Forgive me, you know what it’s like when you’re in the mood.” He helped you hop off the desk “I can never deny my lady anything.”

“Wait just a minute-!”

“We’re leaving! We’re leaving! Honestly! A bit of privacy would have been nice!” he said leading you out the door as he squeezed between the men.

You heard the men behind you say something about horny idiots, and truthfully you were glad that your plan worked, things could have gone south real fast if it didn’t.

“That was dangerous” you said to Ulysses as you hurried outside to the car.

“You mean thrilling!” he chuckled as he opened the car door for you.

You gave him a stern look “If it wasn’t for my quick thinking, we could have been in serious trouble.”

Ulysses sat down in the driver’s seat and started the engine “In that case, It was really clever of me to bring you. I hope you have more ideas like that,” he said licking his lips.

You didn’t dare look at him as you recalled what had happened just a few moments prior.

You sat back in your seat and you took in  a deep breath which filled you with the scent of his cologne making the memories of how he felt against you flood your mind. You looked at him, he kept glancing at you, smiling that wicked smile of his. You quickly looked away, knowing how red your face probably was.

“Watch the road,” you tried to say coolly but your voice cracked.

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[imagineandimagine]

The Deal

Part 1 

Author’s note: I really hope you guys like it!!! If you do, I’ll write the next part. 

Pairing: Ulysses x You

Imagine… You were assigned by Fury to work undercover as a secretary for Ulysses. You were to take pictures of his documents and report on any important information about Ulysses’ endeavors. You never really got attached to any of the Avengers, and you didn’t really feel like you fit in among them anyway since you were just an ordinary human. Therefore, a new mission was something you really needed for a long time.

In the beginning you were quite nervous, the men liked to tease and annoy you any chance they got, but they would stop immediately when they heard Ulysses’ booming voice.

“How many times have I told you to leave her alone!?” he roared as he eyed the guy that was bothering you. “The next person that interrupts her in her duties will have their fingers cut off!.” He turned to you and his tone softened “You alright, love?”

You gave him a small nod and smiled. When you first met Klaue he seemed quite intimidating, he had to be, given the kind of business he was in. Despite his sometimes scary demeanor you were starting to really like him. Yeah, you were starting to like him a little too much. That wasn’t good.

He turned to the men, scowling and with a single whistle he had them go back to their work. “What do you have for me?” he asked extending his hand.

You handed him a bunch of papers that required his signature, as he took them his hand brushed against yours, you withdrew your hand quickly. Too quickly.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked looking deep into your eyes.

His intense stare wasn’t helping your nerves. You swallowed hard, he noticed this and a smirk tugged on the side of his lip. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing. You quickly composed yourself before you answered. “No, Sir. Will that be all?”

He held your gaze and took a step closer “Is there anything else you’d like to give me?” he asked now openly smiling.

You somehow managed a stern “No.” as you turned on your heel and walked back to your desk. Once you sat down you made use of those breathing exercises to calm your nerves.

-

It was the end of the day, somehow the door to Ulysses’ office was unlocked and you managed to sneak in so you could take photos of a few missing documents. You kept glancing at the door but you were so busy looking for those papers that you didn’t notice the shadowy figure standing right next to you.

You found what you were looking for tucked in one of the books on his desk. “Got it.” You whispered to yourself and at that same moment someone grabbed you by the wrist, you gave out a small yelp.

Ulysses clicked his tongue in disapproval “What do we have here?” he took the documents out of your hand, while still holding your wrist with his prosthetic hand.

You looked behind him, the bookcase revealed a dark passageway. No wonder you didn’t notice him come in. Of course he would have an alternative exit just in case. You were kicking yourself for being so reckless. Should you try to escape now and let the whole plan go to hell?

“Now, why would you need these? Hmm?” he asked putting the documents in front of you on his desk.

You decided to play dumb as the prosthetic seemed to get tighter around your arm “I’m sorry, I was looking for something else. It’s so dark in here. I just made a mistake.” That was one lengthy and clumsy explanation, your only hope was for him to think that you actually were that ditzy and dumb. Come on, just take the bait.

He eyed you for a moment “Come now. You’re smarter than that.”

Shit

He walked closer, trapping you between his broad frame and his desk as he maintained a firm grip on your arm. He leaned in right next to your ear as he whispered “I know what you were doing.”

A shiver ran up your spine, there was no way of escape. Despite how frightened you were you couldn’t help feeling turned on by the situation. There were many times that you would sit at your desk, fantasizing about him just bending you over his desk and fucking your brains out. What were you thinking! You were in danger and all you could think of was having sex?! You trembled as he pressed his body against yours, the desk was now digging a bit painfully into your back.

“How should I punish you?” he growled.

The cat is out of the bag! Abort! Abort! Your mind was screaming but you just stood there, unable to move as you stared at him wide-eyed.

To your surprise, Ulysses started to laugh “Don’t look at me like that! You’re like a little frightened rabbit. Calm down, I may be ruthless at times but I’m not unreasonable.” He let go of your arm, grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you to sit on his desk. “Besides… I like you too much.” He added smirking mischievously.

“So… what are you going to do to me?” you finally managed to choke out.

He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. He rested his hands on either sides of your frame “There are many things I would like to do to you, but… first business then pleasure” he gave out a heavy sigh “Here is the deal. I’m going to give you a phone, and you must answer it, no matter where you are or what you are doing.”

“Why? What will you be calling me about?” you asked nervously.

“You’ll find out” he gave you a wink “but you simply must answer, no matter what. If you don’t, then that will be a problem and I will really have to punish you. Do we have a deal?” he leaned back and extended his hand to you.

It’s not like you really had any other choice “Deal.” You said taking his hand.

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The Hyena (Ulysses Klaue x Reader) [Part 1]

Premise: You bring the notorious Ulysses Klaue a proposition on behalf of the CIA—and your own ambitions.

This fic takes place between Age of Ultron and Black Panther. Let me know if y’all want to be tagged and if y’all want more!

Part 1 | Part 2

Tagged: @illbegoinhome​​

Warnings: language

Gif Source: schreiberpablo

You were quiet. You hadn’t learned that in training, although it reinforced it. You simply understood at a young age that sitting still and remaining silent made you invisible to all but the most attentive. It afforded you one advantage other recruits from your graduating class years ago would have killed for: intel.

When people forgot you were there, they spoke freely.

You were all ears.

In the shithole bar, you sat in a corner, pretending to nurse a piss-poor beer. The bar, exclusively populated by scum, rumbled with the combined conversations of its patrons. The cacophony of deep-belly laughs and fuck-punctuated sentences assaulted your ears. You wanted to run from the place, disgusted by the sticky tables and mucky floors and the fucking heat. It was too fucking humid in the place. Your clothes stuck to you, the non-frizzed parts of your hair plastered to your skull and neck.

Two days hanging around in this dive. You were past the end of your patience.

“The crazy fucker is losing his shit,” one of the South Africans at the bar groused. “He’s tearing through everything to get more vibranium.”

You shifted your attention, fixing it on the speaker. Rail-thin, he sucked down a beer without coming up for air. A Glock stuck out from the holster on his hip.

“He should get it where he fucking found it,” his companion muttered.  “Maybe he’ll die in the process.”

You waved down the bartender, who all but scurried to your table, eager to please the only female patron of his bar in…forever. “Refill that man’s drink,” you said, handing him enough cash with a generous tip added. “On me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Leaning back in your seat, you waited. The bartender plunked down a sweaty glass of beer I front of him, gesture in your direction.

The man glanced over. Suspicion lined his face. Rising, he strode over to you but remained standing.

You pulled a small wad of cash out of your pocket, just enough for him to see. “I’m looking for your boss.”

“I’m my own boss,” he snapped.

You made a show of looking him over. Shaking your head, you looked away. “Nevermind. I thought you were someone important.”

He glanced for the money you had secreted back into your pocket. “You gonna pay me?”

“That money’s for someone who can connect me to Klaue, but you said you don’t work for him, so no dice.”

“I can get you in touch.”

“I want a meet. Here.” You stared him directly in the eyes.

“Pay me and I will.”

Sighing heavily, you shook your head. “After you deliver.”

The man swore, shaking with anger, and stormed from the bar. The attention you had attracted by the interaction held for a moment. You let your gaze fall back to the table, remaining as unaffected as possible by the hard, suspicious gazes of twenty men burning your skin.

You waited an hour. The moment your watch showed sixty minutes had passed, you decided the man wasn’t going to show. You stood to leave.

Loud music pulsed outside the bar, drawing near. It cut out suddenly as a car engine died.

You sat back down, carefully reassuming your bored disinterest.

Ulysses Klaue barreled through the door, followed by two of his men and the skinny one you had talked to. You pulled out the cash immediately and tossed it in the man’s direction. Snatching it up greedily, he hastened from the room.

Klaue fixed his blue-gray eyes on you. The intensity of his gaze swept away your reason for the space between seconds. He was a force of nature, filling up the room despite only being 5’8”.

He barked a laugh. “When Lewis said it was a woman, I thought he was lying.”

To your surprise, his eyes didn’t rake down your body, instead fixed on your face. Beneath the boisterous, unstable exterior, he was lucidly astute. Your research had stated that, but looking into his eyes confirmed it.

“Are you the man in charge?” he asked, humor in his voice.

“Very much so,” you answered dryly. “But I do work for an organization.”

“What’s that?”

“The CIA.”

The whole bar went silent. Klaue licked his lips, eyebrows arching.

The operation was yours, though Agent Everett Ross had taken a vested interest. When you had told him you were going to lay out all your cards on the table at first contact, he had clocked you as nuts.

“Pretty bold claim coming from such a little lady,” Klaue growled. “You have to be telling the truth to say that here.”

You gestured at the chair across from you. Klaue glanced at it but didn’t sit.

“I know you’re a talker,” you said, feeling the silence stretch too long.

“I don’t deal with the CIA directly.”

“Adaptation is part of survival, Mr. Klaue.”

“Mister?” He chuckled. “How about this? You tell me something I don’t know, and I’ll hear you out.”

You paused. The arms dealer had several connections across just as many intelligence bureaus. You weren’t that high-ranking of an agent. Using him was your ticket to a promotion, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

Looking at his mischievous expression, you gambled. “Female hyenas have pseudo penises.”

Silence.

Klaue burst into wheezing laughter. Breathing an internal sigh of relief, you waited. Tears blurred his eyes by the time he regained his composure.

You kicked out the chair across from you. Klaue’s lips peeled back from his teeth in a feral smile, eyes glimmering. Spinning it around, he settled into the chair, his forearm propped along the back of it. Your eyes dropped for a moment to the scorpion tattoo riding the muscles of his arm.

“Chat me up, then,” he said.

Schooling yourself to keep from betraying your nervous excitement. “I want to make a deal.”

“Better make it worth my while.”

“How would you like to be bigger than Victor Bout?”

The name arrested his attention. His smile widened, gold teeth flashing, but the humor was missing. “The Merchant of Death?”

“I can position you as the most notorious illegal arms dealer in the world.”

Klaue leaned forward, scrutinizing your face. You maintained eye contact, forced yourself to. The man’s gaze burned through you.

“In exchange,” you continued carefully, “you will provide information about, and sometimes actions against, Walter Dietrich.”

His smile fell, his face suddenly stony. Leaping from his chair, he shouted, “Everybody out!”

The men in the bar immediately vacated, chugging down their drinks as they left. Klaue’s two men stayed behind.

“I said out!”

They scurried away.

Turning back to you, Klaue stared down at you, his hand twitching near the Beretta strapped to his powerful thigh. “Are you asking to get yourself killed?”

Walter Dietrich was the most powerful man in the arms dealing game since Tony Stark had turned his attention to other ventures. Practically untouchable, the Austrian frequented high-class circles, glad-handing politicians and the elite alike. Going after him was career suicide—followed by real death.

Which is why you hadn’t told Ross that bit of the plan.

“Dietrich is a piece on the board that needs to be removed,” you explained, your voice level. “Once I remove him, our partnership would cease. You’ll be free to take his position.”

“You’re absolutely fucking mad,” he growled.

You shrugged.

Barking out a laugh, he dragged the chair over to your side, plopped down so his face was mere inches from yours. Hot breath rolled over your sweaty face.

“Why should I do this?” His voice practically rumbled in your chest this close. “I have more money than I know what to do with.”

“Yeah, but you don’t want to retire. Besides,” you said, taking another gamble, “Dietrich could never touch you because of the vibranium. Now that that’s gone…”

His gaze sharpened, the muscle in his square jaw twitching hard enough to be visible beneath his beard. Fear spiked through you.

“Tell me more about hyenas.”

The man could give you whiplash with the bouncing nature of his thoughts. You grasped for trivia. “The only other thing I know is that the female hyenas are dominant over the males.”

“Really?”

“Seems to me they’re the ones with the real balls,” you muttered. His eyes bored into yours, amusement and something dangerous swirling in them.

You stood, his proximity and palpable body heat suddenly too much. “You have twelve hours to give me your decision. I take off after that.”

You strode around him, his gaze following you to the door.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Pausing, you turned and flashed a razor-sharp smile. “You can call me…Agent Hyena.”

You could feel his feral grin through the door.

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The Deal

Part two

Pairing: Ulysses x You

You reported to Fury as if nothing had happened, you gave him the documents and that was that. You knew that it was pretty reckless but you decided not to tell Fury about getting caught, you didn’t want him to think that you couldn’t handle such a simple mission.  It was a sunny Saturday, you had your little room at the SHIELD headquarters that you sometimes stayed at (you had your own apartment but if was farther from Ulysses’ office and you wanted to stay close by, just in case). You slumped on your bed, flipping through some of your books but you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the day before. You didn’t know how to feel about this deal, you just wished that Ulysses would finally call, so you’d know what this whole thing was about. Maybe you should tell Fury about this? NO! You can handle it! You didn’t want to be seen as someone who goes crying for help every time something goes wrong.

The day had come and gone but Ulysses hadn’t called. You decided to take a hot shower before you went to bed. You took your pjs and that damn phone with you to the bathroom. You were enjoying the hot water warm your body when you heard a ringtone. You grabbed a towel and almost slipped in your rush to get to the phone.

“Hello?” you said a bit disgruntled as you tried to wrap the towel around yourself with one hand.

“So… what are you wearing?” Ulysses asked playfully.

You let out an exasperated sigh “What do you want?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Tell me… are you standing in the middle of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around your shapely figure?”

“Do you have access to the camera on this thing?!” You screamed into the phone horrified.

You heard him laugh “No, but I can hear water running. I’m guessing it’s from the shower.”

You exhaled, a little relieved as you turned the shower off.

He was obviously enjoying this, “Did I catch you at a bad time? Or were you thinking of me in that shower? I can always help you finish…”

“Why are you calling?” you asked as you were getting kind of cold.

“You’re no fun. I was just calling to check if you remember our deal.”

“Is that all?”

“I guess. Unless you want to describe to me in great detail what you were doing in that shower.” You could tell he was smiling when he said it.

“Good bye, Ulysses.” You said before you ended the call. The phone beeped again and you looked at the message: One more thing. Never hang up on me.

-

It was Sunday and you were dreading the next call. Why was he toying with you like this? You were angry with yourself for hanging up on him so quickly instead of trying to get some information on what he actually wanted from you.

It was as if you summoned him with your thoughts, the phone rang. “I need you. Come to my office.” He said and quickly hung up, as if in a rush.

This wasn’t what you signed up for! You tried to call him back but he wasn’t picking up. You had better things to do on a Sunday! The arrogance of this man. Nonetheless, you got in a taxi, fuming, and arrived at his office a few minutes later.

You entered his office to find him obviously getting ready for some sort of event, a suit jacket was hanging on the back of his chair, “Ah! You’re here!” he said gleefully “Here, help me with this,” he tugged on his tie.

You approached him stomping your feet, as you glared at him, but nonetheless you started to help him with his tie, “This better not be the only reason that you called me here.” you said as you deliberately did the knot extra tight and held the tie firmly against his throat a moment longer then you should have.

He knew what you were doing as he chuckled and loosened the tie “Open the box on my desk.”

You approached the box and untied the silk blue ribbon.

“We’re going to a very special soiree.” He said as he threw on his jacket.

“We?” you asked as you opened the box to reveal a beautiful gown with a plunging neckline.

He looked at you smiling “Yes, and you’ll be posing as my girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?” you stared at him in disbelief.

“I need to have arm candy with me, it’s easier to steer the conversation your way when your business partner is distracted. ” he said adjusting his sleeves.

“So I’m supposed to be a distraction?” you arched your brow at him.

“More or less. Don’t worry, I promise to make sure that you have fun too.” he gave you a mischievous smile.

You weren’t so sure that you had the same thing in mind when it came to having fun.

“I promise that you’ll be handsomely rewarded. You may even get something extra.” He winked at you.

“This better be worth it.” You said as you rolled your eyes for show, but truthfully you were pretty excited. The reason you decided to go along with this plan wasn’t because of the promised “reward”, it was because you didn’t want to give up on this mission and even though you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you would actually miss this man, and the thought of never being able to see him again made something in your chest ache.

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How did you guys like the last Ulysses Klaue fic? I’m kind of on a roll so if enough people want me to continue the story I’ll have the next part out soon. If not, I’ll write something else. Inbox me if you want the next part to the Ulysses Klaue story. ;)

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