*This special birthday story takes place in Empoleon666’s Marvel Universe so join us as we travel into his dimension to see a peculiar tale with Wanda Maximoff. A scarlet comic book with ‘Scarlet Witch #8’ shows a picture of the beautiful telekinetic brunette as there’s a mysterious shadow looming over her. The comic then opens showing panels that reveal what Wanda was up to on that day giving us a nice recap illustrated quite nicely. Wanda decided to investigate an abandoned pillow and bed store after being led there by a note by Agatha Harkness. The note was pretty much demanding for Wanda to show up and fight her given Agatha wanted to drain her powers for herself. Wanda, wanting payback for her last encounters had decided to go alone as she wanted to bring her in finally due to Agatha escaping the other times. The last time, Agatha had used her girlfriend Natasha, as bait and then had captured her and left her and Nat bound and gagged for some time which was still present in the
Kinktober Day 1: Aftermath/Ambush (Shantae) by 87ClawDark, literature
Literature
Kinktober Day 1: Aftermath/Ambush (Shantae)
DISCLAIMER: This story contains themes of bondage, kidnapping, pirates, half-genies, and stage performance. If that's not your thing, you know what to do. ------------- "Nnnnghhh. Head pounding…body sore… What the heck happened…?" A pair of eyes blinked open, tiredly. Their vision was distorted, as if they were looking through a haze. Everything was blurred, covered by shadows. Much more distressing, however, was when her sight began to clear; bringing the realization that her dark, barren surroundings weren't created by distortion. She had awakened to complete darkness; a sensation the purple-haired heroine was quite unfamiliar with. "Can't see anything. It's just shadows, and…emptiness. Wait…this—this can't be my lighthouse! Where...unnngh! Huh?! Why can't I move?!" Shantae's eyes bulged, springing to life. She glanced down to her body—it was so dark; she could barely even see herself. But she could certainly feel the constriction of rope all around her body. Her wrists were
Hope Van Dyne was not in a particularly good place at the moment. You would expect her trouble to be tiny…given her ability to shrink small when she’s the superheroine the Wasp. But her trouble was anything but tiny. She was currently seated against the wall, she wasn’t tired though, but rather restrained and you could say tired of being tied up sometimes. The brunette was wearing her Wasp costume which consisted of a dull gold coloration upper torso and black coloration on the legs/arms. Her wrists were folded behind her back and tied tightly. Thick rope was tied above and below her breasts with her thighs and ankles being tied. You would expect Hope to be yelling right now either for help, out of frustration or cursing the people who did this to her, but her words sounded awfully muffled. Her helmet was removed, and her gorgeous face was shown. Caucasian skin, her gorgeous brunette hair tied in a ponytail…enough with admiring her beauty. A grey sock was shoved into her mouth with a
Pretty When You're Dead by whiteboykevin, literature
Literature
Pretty When You're Dead
It's 5 a.m. and the anxiety starts to burn
Already writing, "To whom it may concern..."
The mirror tells of murder in slow motion
A real page-turner you wrote with devotion
You must get up and get out the door
For the day's going to leave you sick in the floor
Either way more sickness is the cure for your head
You're so ugly now.....but you'll be pretty when you're dead
Just let me take you by the hand
The only way you'll be led
Just let me make you understand
You'll be pretty when your dead
Nobody gives a damn anymore, it's true
A little too loud to change that tune
The veins that I am running through
Mean you'll be very pretty
You'll be