This one completely disregards Doctor Strange's existance 😅
sorry, I know it's crappy…
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Taneleer Tivan, the Collector. My friends Peter and Gamora said that if I wanted to sell strange things for a good price he was the man to go to. So I have contacted him and made an appointment with him for in a few hours, telling him that he'll like what I got for him.
I sit in a corner of the gambling room, which functions as a sort of strange waiting room to the Collectors museum, and sip from my drink while watching part of my crew having fun at the gambling table.
From time to time I slip a look at the door to see if it opens up and just in this moment it does and a blue-skinned demure looking girl appears, seems like he has already found a new slave- oh I mean servant. I stand up and as soon as I do my crew looks at me and they instantly leave the gambling table, gather the solid wooden cargo boxes and follow me to walk into the museum behind the blue servant and me.
„Welcome travelers, in my collection. My Lady (y/n), I am happy to welcome you into the circle of my favorite contacts." The Collector says while bowing dramatically before taking my hand and taking it while managing to look at me up and down and throwing me a lustful look as he kisses my hand lightly but holds my hand a bit longer than needed.
„Collector, thank you for having us at such a short notice but as I already said in the message, I have something interesting for you. If I remember right I do have two things for you, one of them being a part of your collection that you seemingly have lost after the...misbehavings of your last...servant."
His eyes darken a bit at my words and his face falls but he is quick to mask his displeasure and the next smile is a bit strained until I motion towards the first box and the wooden paneling falls away to reveal a bound, oversized duck that wears an angry expression and its beak is sealed shut with a thread of cloth.
At seeing this the Collector's smile grows into mean grin „Well, well if that isn't Howard the Duck. Tell me, dear, where did you find him and how comes that he wears that muzzle?"
„I don't remember anymore but it was somewhere snowy and he wears that cloth because he made quite a ruckus talking and yelling and I...had enough of him," I say while grinning myself and leaning onto the duck's plastic cage.
„Hmm yes. It is quite obnoxious but I thank you for returning it to me. How many Units do you want as a reward, dear?" The Collector says as he walks behind his desk and I assume that he opens a drawer full of Units.
„None, Collector. It was and still is yours-" He crosses the space between us and takes my chin between his right thumb and forefinger, turning my face towards his and leans in so close that our lips are nearly touching, his voice low and raspy „As I hope that you will be mine soon too, Lady (y/n). You are...intriguing and please, call me Taneleer."
I chuckle and lift my face out of his grasp while sitting on the plastic cage signaling my crew with a wave of my left hand to leave us and slide off the cage on the side that faces the second box. „Well then, Taneleer. First the work, then the pleasure, as Terrans say, and just between the two of us."
I lean onto the second box and drum lightly onto its surface with my fingers waiting for him to wrap his mind around the fact that I just slipped out of his grasp.
He dismisses his servant and strides over to me and caresses the wood lightly „Well, what is it you brought me?" Waving my right hand the wooden paneling falls away again and he gasps as he sees the relict kept within.
„It was kept on Terra by a group of so-called magicians or whatever they are. May I present to you, the Time Stone. Don't worry, it's pretty docile...at least to me it is."
His look switches between the stone and myself and I notice with pride the shock and awe on his face as he does so.
„I have to tell you tho that this cage does not have any doors or locks to open it as a safety measure against theft and I am the only one who can get it out of there. The cage itself is made up of terran glass they call 'Tectite' which is one of the hardest and rarest glass types on that planet. This specific type of Tectite is unique to one region of Terra which makes the chemical opening of the cage utmost difficult and the mechanical opening is also quite impossible. I use a bit of magic to reach into it and I suggest you place it somewhere difficult to spot it since Thanos is searching for the Infinity Stones as you know."
He looks at me for a moment before swishing back around the desk and grabbing the pile of Units he let drop there before he turned back around and looked at me with a dark heated look.
„You, Lady (y/n), are most intriguing. Tell me before I give you these 4 Billion Units, what are you? You are clearly not terran maybe xandarian, your hair definitely is light enough in color for it to be possible."
I laugh as I saunter over to him and lay my left hand onto his clothed chest and coquettishly smile up at him and only now I notice that he's nearly a head taller than me „I am half-terran, Taneleer. My mother was from Terra and my father, believe it or not, was a Jōtunn. He...raped my mother during their last invasion to my home planet.I have walked that planet for several decades before my magic allowed me to travel between planets and overall I am nearly 1100 years old. Surprise, surprise I guess."
With a chuckle, I grab the Units and turn around to leave and have already gotten a few feet away before I hear him approaching me and no sooner then I noticed it he grabs my right upper arm swirls me around and I am once again, face to face with him.
He pauses only a second to look between my eyes and my lips with a definitely lustful look „You are not blue so I guess you mastered changing your form already. My dear (y/n), do you have any idea what you do to me? Your blue-ish violet eyes lure me in, your long silver white hair smells as divine as a day at the beach, your pale skin looks so soft and clear that my hands twitch at the thought of touching it and the perfection of your figure...let me say, it makes something else of mine twitch at the thought of you under me, writhing in the pleasure I oh so much want to bestow on you, my hands overall your body feeling the weight of your breasts, tracing the curve of your back, the curves of your hips and running over your stomach while I ram into your most likely wet and tight flower over and over again."
His voice gets lower and hoarser the more he talks and I can feel one of his hands roaming from my neck down my right breast, over my belly to lie on my right hip with an arousingly tight grip.
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you know what the worst part is? There's another part of this…
