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caroldantops · 24 hours
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Flo posted in Yelena’s costume!!!!
I SAW I WANT HER SO BAD
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caroldantops · 2 days
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britt bit me while we were in the pocket
Mottsy who are some of your friends on this hellsite?
So we have bestie bud @belovaskitkat who I'm seein again tomorrow and @kitmoas who I need to see again soon or I'll die from loss. And @bunplushyy who yells with me about mommy Wanda every day and @inkblot-inc who I harass daily and idk why they still answer my messages and @caroldantops and @scarlettwlw who definitely do tasks but in my head they're in my pocket 24/7 and @nats-firefly who likes to be feral about Natasha with me and-
I have a lot of friends but I don't wanna annoyingly tag everyone in one post but I am sure all other friends will promptly yell at me for not tagging them so.. they'll pop up uhm 🧍🏽‍♀️
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caroldantops · 4 days
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Brie Larson as Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel The Marvels (2023) dir. Nia DaCosta
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caroldantops · 5 days
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The horny gives, and the horny takeths away 😔
so true
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caroldantops · 6 days
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sorry for being less active i’ve not felt in smut mood 🫣
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caroldantops · 9 days
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I NeedTM to know if you pronounce omega oh-meg-ah or oh-me-gah
who the FUCK is pronouncing it the second way
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caroldantops · 9 days
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just the library page bio mr krabs it still says ur 23 🫡
relic of the past…
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caroldantops · 10 days
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Fist up my pussy neOW PLEASE
MY fist? barking up the wrong tree
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caroldantops · 10 days
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CAROLDANTOPS LIBRARY BLOG BIO NEEDS TO BE UPDATED MR KRABS !!!!
i haventupdated that blog in like forever 😭😭ive been so bad about it
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caroldantops · 11 days
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More wandacarol thoughts:
-Carol is your muscle dom, owns a business, people fear her, for good reason
-scary as hell when she wants to be but she’s a sleepy grumpy puppy in the mornings
-she goes from scary daddy to smug fratboy to “Nuh uh, no breakfast, want to rest my face on ur boobies like a pillow”
-Meanwhile Wanda appears to be an elegant trophy wife. She’s intelligent and beautiful and a perfect date to business dinners
-she’s drop dead gorgeous and well spoken and comes off as a charming wife who supports her wife and enjoys their lavish lifestyle
-People might think- oh Carol must get to do whatever she wants with Wanda in the bedroom- and to an extent, they aren’t wrong, but Wanda is always in control, and when she’s not, it’s because she allows it
-She likes pain, witnessing, inflicting, and occasionally receiving it
-She likes getting Carol worked up and seeing the effect she has on her
-she likes getting to put Carol in her place too, make her kneel and call her her favorite puppy before asking if daddy can make mommy feel good
-when they meet reader, Carol has to remind wanda to go slow at first so they don’t scare them away
"Wanda is always in control, and when she’s not, it’s because she allows it"
"make her kneel and call her her favorite puppy before asking if daddy can make mommy feel good"
what if i died and exploded. secretly whipped carol is my favorite brand of carol. secretly super in control dommy wanda is my favorite brand of wanda. both TOGETHER?????????????? im losing it. AND SADIST/MASOCHIST WANNDDDAAA ❤️❤️❤️
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caroldantops · 13 days
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Dude why are my pockets so wet (figures out im currently peeing myself) Ohhhhhhhh
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caroldantops · 14 days
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NO ETERNALS 2
You mean I don’t get to see my babygirl sersi again bruh wtf
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ITSJUST A RUMOR FOR NOW…….BETTER STAY THAT WAY
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caroldantops · 14 days
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rumors that eternals 2 is no longer in development….sick
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caroldantops · 16 days
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Hey silver just a heads up on the fic you reblogged as to read - it’s really good. Super fucking hot but there’s more then a bit of blood mentioned during it and it isn’t included in the warnings. I know you like it so I thought I’d let you know! I don’t think it’s graphic? But it’s mentioned multiple times and described with more words than just “there’s blood”
thank u!!! i appreciate this a lot 🫶🫶
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caroldantops · 16 days
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I could’ve just stopped at “She tortured” huh? Classic Yelena
yeah real
literally tho when i got the message preview without looking at what the question was and just seeing the quote i was expecting a yelena ask so my answer was very easy
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caroldantops · 16 days
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home intruder ࿏ wm
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summary: in which wanda doesn't handle rejection well.
words: 6.8k
warnings: home intrusion (obvi), dubcon/noncon, top!wanda, bottom!reader, degradation, name-calling, size kink, use of cumstrap (r receiving), enhanced strap, breeding kink, there's a knife, stalkerish, yes i wrote this home alone while kit's at work, wanda come intrude my home and my pussy pls
this is a dark!fic for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.
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Fingers clutch onto the soft drips of dew that rumble down the plastic cup of your iced coffee, wetting them. It’s cool to the touch on this humid spring morning. Refreshing.
Clint’s hand holds a black paper cup of hot coffee and you wonder how he hasn’t broken a sweat. It was the time of year and the time of day when businesses hadn’t switched over to AC yet by noon, so the warm morning humidity from outside was trailing into the coffee shop with every jingle of the bell above the door that swung open for each customer.
The arrival of March meant the melting of things. Your iced coffee in your clammy hand. The crisp night air every morning. The feathers of the birds tweeting their songs at dawn. On the other hand, there were some things that melted out from the wintry hold that were not so pleasant—like Wanda’s obsession with you.
The entire situation was a lot less extreme than the word “obsession” may imply, you opined. Clint and Nat, who’d introduced Wanda to you in the first place, seemed to agree. It shocked you at first to hear that Wanda had developed a crush on you. From the very moment that Clint had introduced you to Wanda at his house party, you thought she was shockingly beautiful. That golden red hair like a flame, her smooth porcelain skin stretching over the most structured arches in her face, and of course, those sparkling emerald eyes under shades of thick lash like shady pools of jewels glinting the sun’s rays. The smirk on her blush rose lips, curling the skin in the left corner.
Her hand was warm when it gripped yours for the first time in a surprisingly delicate handshake. You had heard stories of Wanda, of her power and temperament—the first’s reputation better than the latter. You’d imagined her as a god like Thor, but there she was in Clint’s little farmhouse party wearing a plaid shirt tucked into jeans with loose red curls and the softest handshake you’d ever had, along with the warmest smile. She felt like a gently crackling fireplace.
Everyone liked Wanda for the same reason. She was powerful and strong, inciting fear in those who’d seen her fight. But she was kind and unassuming, always tucking herself in a pocket out of the limelight where Steve and Tony thrived. She liked to slither along walls and make conversation with its flowers. So of course, everyone liked the gracious witch.
But for some reason, deep down in your stomach, something felt off about her.
It was about three weeks after that first meeting that Nat had called you while she was on break from training with Wanda to tell you that Wanda had confessed to Nat that she liked you. It shocked you not only because of Wanda’s coolness but also because you hadn’t even seen each other since that first night, and your interaction that night was limited to a handshake and a 15-minute conversation. Nat said that Wanda probably had looked at your social media like everyone does in today’s world and learned more about you from there.
That’s when you listened to that feeling about something being off about her.
It wasn’t that she gave you the creeps or that she seemed fundamentally evil. You truly felt that Wanda was harmless. She was a beautiful, kind, emotional person gifted with power you’d never seen before. But, along with her reputation of letting her emotions get the best of her, the fact that she liked you so quickly after one meeting just screamed emotional immaturity, and you simply weren’t looking for that kind of thing.
The second time you met Wanda was at a group dinner at a restaurant. The whole gang was there, going out to eat in celebration of a victory. You don’t know whether it was a stroke of chance or premeditated planning that put Wanda sitting right next to you at the large, round table.
The conversation was casual, and you admit that you started to break your walls down a little. She was charming, that witch. Though you still couldn’t see yourself ever dating her, she was very fun to be around and such a piece of eye candy. You found yourself swooning a little at the way her lips carved a smirk into her face, the depth in her green eyes under the intimate golden light of the restaurant, how soft and warm her hand felt again when she had gripped yours during a fit of laughter after you cracked a joke. She was a charmer, this witch. She’d even managed to get your phone number out of you.
Hey, it’s Wanda. I had a great time with you at dinner tonight! Would you want to go get coffee with me tomorrow morning? There’s a cute little coffee shop by my place :)
What are you up to??
Is this y/n?
Hello?
Those were the four messages that Wanda sent over the span of three days immediately after that night at the restaurant. As much of a charmer as she was and one of the prettiest women you’d ever seen, you just simply weren’t interested. You didn’t want to start texting and catch feelings only to end up in a relationship with someone who, though known as kind and warmhearted, was moreover known to the exterior world as dangerous.
Luckily, she gave up on texting after the fourth text.
Nat giggled and shook her head as she took a sip of her cold brew, and Clint just sighed and looked around the coffee shop awkwardly, his mind probably more on his kids than this adolescent story you were telling. The coffee shop was feeling more humid than ever.
“Sounds like she’s a simp,” Nat remarked, leaning back in her chair.
“What’s a simp?” Clint posed.
“I’m not meaning to talk bad about her,” you clarified, which was the truth. You didn’t have a disliking for Wanda now. She tried her shot with you, and that doesn’t make her a weirdo. “I’m just not interested, y’know?”
Clint tore open a sugar packet and poured it into his coffee, looking more uncomfortable than ever. “Why was I invited to this girl talk, again?”
“To get you out of the house, old man,” Nat playfully snipped at him before turning back to you. “Honestly, y/n, I think you probably dodged a bullet. Wanda is nice and all, but… you haven’t seen her out in the field. She’s overly powerful. And to be honest, it seems like she just loses her head every time.”
“Give the kid a break. She’s been through a lot,” Clint said seriously.
“That’s what I’m saying,” Nat argued. “She’s been through a lot, so she has some issues. Emotional and mental. I don’t know if it’s something I would want to deal with. Especially with how dark she can get.” Nat sighed, shaking her head before letting her eyes pierce yours directly. “I’m just saying that if you did date her and ended up making her mad… I don’t think it would end well for you.”
Clint swallowed a gulp of coffee and raised his finger. “I do agree with you there.” He cleared his throat and leaned forward over his cup. “If she lost control on you…” He set his lips in a straight line and shook his head. “She could kill you in a heartbeat.”
Something in your heart trembled. Had you made her mad already? You hadn’t realized what anger issues she had. Sure, you knew she was emotional and that it always got to her on the field, but from the way they were speaking, it sounded like the issue was a lot worse than you thought it was.
“I mean, remember the one time?” Clint motioned to Nat, who immediately made a face of recognition.
“I can’t even think about it,” she immediately cut him off, raising her hand. “There was blood everywhere for days.”
You blinked hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. You looked down to your melting iced coffee, and flashing images of Wanda, the sweet redhead, covered in blood with stone cold eyes, surged through your mind and made your heart stammer. It was a scary image. It was something you hadn’t thought about until now.
“Well, I hope I didn’t make her angry,” you murmured, feeling a trail of fear seep through your bloodstream.
Nat opened her mouth as if she was about to assure you, but her lips quickly closed. “Maybe not angry but… you might have hurt her feelings a little. We haven’t seen her in a few days.”
“No one’s heard from her,” Clint added, looking at you seriously which just made that fear in your bloodstream spread.
Nat’s eyes flicked over you, her head tilting a little. “Don’t worry.” She always knows when you’re worrying. “If she was actually a psycho in day-to-day life and not just in fighting, she would’ve done something by now.”
“Yea, she’s always quick with her revenge,” Clint said with an edge of suspense in his voice, squinting his eyes as he slowly raised his coffee to his mouth. Nat rolled his eyes and told you to not listen to him.
You brushed off Clint’s teasing and tried to forget about all of it for the next few days. It started to seem like a pathetic thing to worry about when after a week you hadn’t heard anything from Wanda. Nat told you that she was back to training and was acting very much normal, if not more cheerful than usual. She suspected that you just hurt her feelings and, Wanda being the emotional witch she is, needed a few days to recover. Nat said that Wanda didn’t speak a word of you. You honestly started to feel guilty and, funnily enough, wondered if you were stupid for shooting her down so quickly. She was annoyingly beautiful and funny and kind, and people basically worshipped her for being so powerful. Someone like her went after you, and you turned her down.
But you remembered what Nat and Clint had said. She could kill you in a heartbeat. Maybe you were better off dating someone in your own powerless human level so you could date without that scary image hanging over your head all the time.
Nights in your apartment were quiet. Gravity Falls’ theme song plays softly in the background while you chop vegetables for dinner. It was the last semi-cool day in March before it would heat up, so you decided to make some chicken noodle soup. With big fresh carrots in your hand and an even bigger knife, you listen to Dipper and Mabel’s voices as you chop the veggies for the soup and let water boil on the stove.
Living in a high-rise apartment in the city meant there were noises. The constant whoosh and hum of cars on the road immediately below, the distant honking of their horns every ten seconds, the occasionally voice of someone yelling loudly enough on the street to reach your ears ten stories up, and of course the immediate sounds of your neighbors existing all around you. Footsteps from above, random bumps on the wall, the plasticky sound of someone hauling grocery bags up the stairs, voices rising from below in joyous laughter or domestic screaming. After years of living in this apartment, your ears had grown accustomed.
But the ear can only get accustomed to so much.
It’s not accustomed to a sharp clicking sound near the front door. You gasp and drop the knife down on the cutting board, slices of carrot dropping to the floor and the knife rattling on the surface. You can feel your eardrums strain to listen as your eyes stare at the sedentary front door, pupils trained on the doorknob. You could see that the chain lock was unlocked, hanging still, but surely the deadbolt was locked like it always is. It’s locked, right?
You always lock your doors. You’re a girl living alone in the city. You would never so carelessly leave it unlocked after coming home from a long day of work just like you had that day, right?
You take a step forward to go check, but a sizzling sound from the oven catches your attention. To your surprise, the water you were boiling for the soup had boiled right over the large silver pot, foamy water spilling onto the stovetop.
“Shit!” you exclaimed, coming closer to where the steam was rushing upwards and carefully reaching around it to turn the heat down nearly all the way. You grabbed the ladle and attempted to calm the water by stroking it, and finally it eased back down into the pot, leaving puddles of water on the stovetop. “Goddamnit.”
It was so simple to get your mind off what you had heard from the door. You were already back to prepping veggies, this time washing off the stalks of celery in the sink which faced the living room. Another episode of Gravity Falls was starting, and you looked up to watch the theme song play on the TV as your hand rolled the celery around in the strainer, the faucet splashing cool water over your hands.
Pop!
Something hit the glass patio doors across the room. It made you jump, your entire body stiffening as your head snapped towards the doors. You saw something small and circular rolling on the carpet away from the doors. Confused and rigid, you carefully walked over, wiping your hands on your pants as you kneeled down to see what was on the floor.
Eyes squinting, you carefully touched the tiny green ball and picked it up to realize that it was a pea. A frozen pea from the pile of frozen peas over on the counter that you had set out in a bowl to put in the soup near the end.
“What the fuck?” you whispered, jumping to your feet and looking bewilderedly around your apartment as you stupidly held the pea in your hand. How had a frozen pea made its way from the kitchen counter all the way to the patio door, let alone get thrown so hard that it had popped so loudly against the glass door?
It was then that your eyes caught something—something so small and subtle that you were merely lucky that your eyes had landed on it. The chain lock on the door was hanging down just like it was before. But this time, it was ever so slightly swinging.
Holding back a gasp, you quietly leaped across the room to the door and placed your hand over the doorknob, turning it to find that it is locked. So you had locked the deadbolt.
Glancing up at the chain, you found that it is now still.
Were you going crazy? Had you only imagined the chain swinging? Had you accidentally kicked the pea over to the patio door without even realizing it?
Gravity Falls was still quietly playing on the TV, and you peered into the bedroom to see that it looked as normal as it ever did. You were only being paranoid. No one had opened the door, no one had broken into your apartment and started a pea war. You were fine.
Sighing, you shook your head and went back to the kitchen, drying off your celery and putting it on the cutting board. Grabbing the knife, you went to chopping up the celery.
If only you’d checked in the bathroom. If only you hadn’t gotten distracted by the water boiling over. If only you hadn’t chased after the pea and turned your back on the door. If only you were aware enough to feel green eyes burning into the back of your precious head.
You didn’t even hear her footsteps behind you—they were mixed in with the chopping of the celery in front of you. Between that and trying to decipher which Gravity Falls episode was playing solely based on sound, your ears just weren’t good enough to pick up the footsteps coming from behind.
It was like you didn’t react for a second, as if it was completely normal, or as if you didn’t even feel it. The hand on the left side of your waist, warm and gentle, slithering around to palm your tummy. The subtle breathing right behind your head. The warmth of a body moving in on you. It wasn’t until a body pressed right up against you that the panic set in. It all happened so fast.
First, an uncontrollable scream rose waveringly up out of your throat, and your first instinct was to buck backwards. You pushed yourself harder into the body of the person behind you, and sharp metallic sounds filled the air as you dropped the large knife onto the cutting board, causing it to screech across the counter as chopped carrots and celery rolled onto the floor and were squished underneath your feet.
The person’s arm around your waist squeezed you hard, and their other arm snapped right around your neck, tucking your chin into the corner of their arm. They were iron strong—you couldn’t even tilt your head. More shrieks and squeals lifted out of your throat. You didn’t have time to even think about what was happening because your instinct to survive kicked in. You thrashed your feet and heard their own feet scuffle to shift your swaying balance as your feet kicked the lower cabinets with a wooden rattling sound.
Your hands gripped the leather-jacketed arm that was bolted around your neck, fingernails scratching helplessly at the squeaky leather. Your face was getting hot, and when their arm squeezed your throat harder to restrict your breath, you could feel boiling pressure rising up into your head. You were pretty sure you were still thrashing your feet, but soon you were unable to even tell if you were because you could hardly breathe.
“Be still,” a feminine voice behind your ear whispered. It was familiar. You knew that voice.
Letting out a choked whine, you put your feet flat on the cabinet in front of you and kicked yourself off the cabinet in an attempt to throw the person behind you off balance. It failed because she only gave you a hard enough shake to make your head get dizzy, pushing you up against the counter. The cold, hard edge of the counter dug into your belly as the person pinned you there with her body.
“I said be still,” she growled, and that was when you saw wisps of red in your peripheral vision. At first you thought it was your vision distorting as your brain was deprived of oxygen, but you quickly realized it was hair—wisps of red hair. Your body started to weaken and go numb, your feet lamely kicking around as she held you over the counter with an arm around your neck and one around your torso.
Your brain was too weak to put a name to the woman who you knew behind you. “Let me go,” you choked, fingers weakly clawing at the leather-jacketed arm. “Let me…” The pressure in your head swelled, your vision dimming.
You couldn’t feel anything, or think anything, or do anything in that moment. You relaxed like a dead snake in her arms, knees folding and arms dropping to your sides. She was strong enough to keep you upright. You were moments from total blackness when finally the arm around your neck loosened. She pressed on your tummy twice to ignite your breathing, and as oxygen flooded back into your bloodstream, your eyes reopened.
“Wanda,” you whispered, your hands returning to her arm. Your body was still relaxed, too weakened from suffocation to do anything other than hang in her arms.
“Silly little thing,” her snakey voice whispered in your ear. “Leaving the door unlocked like that. You know anyone could have broken in, right? You’re lucky it was me.” Her voice seemed to echo inside your head as you felt the warm wind of her breath fan right against your ear. “Some pervert could have came in and taken advantage of you, princess.” She let out a breath, her hand on your tummy slowly sliding down before sliding back up again, rubbing your tummy gently.
If you were strong enough, you would have slapped yourself for leaving the door unlocked. You knew it. You knew you had. But you were doubting yourself, because she was lying to you. You had locked the door, like you always do. It was her magic that unlocked it. It was her magic that made the water boil over, and it was her magic that flung a frozen pea at the patio door.
“Wanda, please…”
“Don’t go begging me yet,” she hissed, tightening her arm around your waist. “You’re far from being on good terms with me. You’ve been very, very cruel.” Her hand on your tummy felt burning hot as she slid it downwards and snaked it under your shirt, gliding it right up the bare skin of your tummy. Her nose dug into the back of your ear. “So soft,” she grunted, her body pressing harder against you.
“Please let me go,” you begged through jagged breaths, letting yourself hang still so you could regain strength. Your mind was coming back to you, and you eyed the knife coated with bits of carrot and celery laying a foot away on the counter.
“Now why would I do that when I finally have you right where I want you, hmm?” Her voice was velvety and vicious as her hand roamed up your shirt, ghosting over your tits which made her breathing get heavy. “I’ve been dreaming of having you like this ever since I first saw you. If only you would’ve given me the time of day, I would’ve been much, much nicer.”
Suddenly, her hand under your shirt grabbed the fabric of it and ripped it right off your neck, exposing your chest as the fabric tore loudly. You gasped, your body stiffening as she hummed in your ear. You could see just a hint of her face in your peripheral vision as she peered down to look at your chest.
“Such a pretty thing, just as I knew you would be.” Her hand came up and groped your chest, causing you to let out a squeak of fear. Even her hand was recognizable, because even as she was putting you in a headlock and threatening you, her touch was still delicate and warm, just as it had been at the first handshake. Tingles spread where her hand touched you all over, a sickly confusing feeling rising in your stomach.
“I’m going to make you all mine, princess,” she sultrily whispered as her hand left your tit to trail down and grab the hem of your shorts, tugging them down slightly. “I don’t care if you don’t want me. I have to have you.” Her words became breathy as her body grew hot behind you. You still gripped her arm around your neck, your mind still trying to process the terror of what was happening. “I’ll make it hurt as little as possible, baby, I promise.” You could feel the curve of a smirk burning on your ear.
She was pressing so hard on you that you could feel her muscles tighten to start moving you somewhere, and as soon as that happened you let your survival instinct get the best of you. Your hand slammed down on the handle of the knife a foot away, your fingers barely gripping the wood and picking it up before her hand clamped down on your arm, rattling it and causing the knife to slip downwards and fall to the floor.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” she growled, your wrist shaking in her hand as she yanked you away from where the knife laid on the floor.
Wanda dragged you, your feet kicking at the ground, towards the bedroom. Your eyes started to water as you writhed as hard as you could, your head pounding from all the effort. After what felt like forever, she finally let you go and pushed you onto the bed. You immediately sat up, saw the open bedroom door behind her, and bolted for it. In what was merely a second, red magic covered the door and slammed it shut, then covered you and sent you flying back down on the bed, the red wisps snaking around your wrists and pinning them down onto the bed.
“No!” you screamed, fighting your hardest against the magic, but it was like punching a diamond wall.
Finally, you craned your head to get a look at her face. For a moment there, even though you knew what she looked like, you’d been imagining some ugly monster trapping you. Now, seeing Wanda’s face in the dim light of the bedroom, you were smacked with how sickeningly pretty her features were. Her eyes, normally emerald, were a deep crimson red now, signaling her use of magic.
“God, I’ve been dreaming of seeing you tied up for me,” she said quietly, as if speaking to herself. The tint of red in her eyes brightened, and magic wrapped itself around your ankles, spreading them open and keeping them pinned to the bed. You didn’t even try to fight it this time.
As she came closer to the bed, you started to wriggle more in the magic cuffs holding you down. “No!” was all you could manage to get out as she grabbed the hem of your shorts and ripped them off your body, leaving you totally bare for her.
“Fucking hell,” she whispered, her eyes widening and soft lips falling open. It was confusing, how pretty she was, with what she was doing to you. Her eyes were trained between your legs, her tongue rolling over her lower lip as she started to crawl onto the bed.
“Go away!” you shouted weaker than you thought it would sound. She ignored you, resting a hand on your knee.
“Oh, princess, don’t be like that,” she remarked, her eyes finally meeting yours again. You could feel yourself shrink under her stare as she came to hover right over you, fists weighing down the mattress on either side of your head. “I’ve been so patient with you already. I’ve given you time. Now I just can’t wait any longer.”
You felt so stupid. Maybe if you had nicely let her down instead of just ignoring her, she wouldn’t have been so mad. Hell, maybe if you had just given in and given her a chance, you could’ve avoided royally pissing her off and making her intrude your home. Now here you were, naked and tied up and vulnerable under this witch whose eyes were widened with obsession.
Smirking, she looked down to your thigh as she slid her hand up it, curving it around to grip the inside of it. “So soft,” she repeated. Her nails dug into the tender flesh there, causing you to squeak. “How much of a whore are you really, hmm, princess?”
She suddenly jolted her hand up and grabbed you between your legs, causing you to shriek and attempt to thrash at the touch. She laughed in your face as she ran her fingers down your slit, finding a pool of wetness. “A dirty whore. Got it.”
Your face grew even hotter than it already was. You hadn’t even realized you were wet until she touched you, and the sickly confusing feeling in your tummy returned. “Stop it!”
“Stop what? Showing you what a true whore you are?” she growled, her fingers roaming through your folds, causing your thighs to tighten. You tried to close them, to squeeze her hand away, but the magic only spread your legs open wider for her.
Wanda giggled and it was ironically one of the most angelic giggles you’ve ever heard. Her fingers found your clit, and she watched you intensely as your body innately reacted. You bit your lip and tried to be as still as possible, to have no reaction, but she started to rub your clit in circles.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, princess,” she whispered, leaning her face down closer to yours. You jerked your head away from hers, but her free hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her. Your face burned hot in her hand as she continued, “Let’s see how tight you are for me. I wanna know how many people have fucked you before I do.”
You whined, and you didn’t know if it was out of fear or some other feeling rising up. Your brain was screaming at your body for reacting positively to her, but it felt so far out of your control now. Your clit throbbed as her eyes raked over your body hungrily, her fingers sliding away from your clit and settling at your entrance. Eyes settled on your chest, she pushed two fingers slowly inside you, her teeth taking her lower lip between them as she measured your tightness.
Squeezing your eyes shut, it took everything in you to keep quiet as Wanda’s fingers entered you. “Oh fuck,” you heard her groan in a whisper, opening your eyes to see that hers had turned red out of pure desire. “You’re so fucking tight.”
It was true, even her fingers felt uncomfortably large inside you. She’d even only had them in to the first knuckle. Your ears burned at her soft voice speaking such lurid things.
She wiggled her fingers inside you, and you felt sweat drip down your forehead as you used all the strength in you to not react. When she curled her fingers and hit a sweet spot inside you, your mouth dropped open, something between a whine and a groan leaving your throat.
“There you go,” Wanda murmured, watching you with widened eyes. “When you stop fighting me, it feels good, princess.” Her tongue raked over her teeth as her lips curved. “Though I’m about to make it hurt real bad.”
Pulling her fingers out of you, both of her hands went down to the buckle of her belt. Panic rose within you as you could see the outline of a bulge through her jeans as she wrestled with the metal buckle.
“Wanda, please,” you begged, starting to squirm again. At this point, you were only trying to make your body stop reacting so well to her. You were a liar if you were to say that you didn’t want it physically. It was your mind stopping you, telling you that you were sick for enjoying this, that this shouldn’t be happening. The wetness between your legs showed your true desires.
Her belt flapped open, and her fingers went to the button of her denim. Your clit throbbed at how she had to lick her lips as her eyes ate your body up.
“Wanda, please stop,” you said again, barely even knowing what you were saying. It was pathetic how weak your pleas were because you didn’t even mean them. “Wanda, stop—”
A harsh slap right against your cheek rang in your ears as your head whipped to the side, your cheek instantly burning from the slap. You hissed, feeling your face heat up in the shape of her hand. It was enough to shut you up because your mouth hung open dumbly, unable to even form words.
You heard a zipper and weakly opened your eyes to see that Wanda had undone her pants, exposing a scarlet strap that had streaks of glowing red cracks throughout it like lava in molten rock. It was the same red wisps that had your wrists and ankles cuffed. She’d enhanced her piece, and you didn’t know exactly what that meant, but you had a feeling you were about to find out.
It was large, too. So large that her hand looked small around it. She smirked at the obvious look of fear on your face—she was feeding off your fear, thoroughly enjoying it. She was also feeding off the fact that you were obviously struggling to reconcile the fact that you liked it.
“Relax, princess,” she whispered softly, settling herself between your legs as a mix of panic and anticipation rose within you. “The more you fight, the more it will hurt. Just be nice and still for me, hmm?” She smirked as she lowered herself, and you felt the tip of her cock press against your clit, inciting the first sound of pleasure from you. “Good girl!” Wanda exclaimed with one hand on your hip and the other holding her cock. Using her magic, she folded your legs up so that your knees were bent and spread wide open.
The tip of her cock ran through your folds for a moment, and you found yourself getting impatient. You were starting to feel blurry and were leaning into the pleasure no matter how sick in the head it made you.
Finally, she nudged against your entrance. In that moment, you could already feel that she was way too big. “Wanda, wait,” you breathed, hoping that maybe you could at least persuade her to be gentle.
“I’ll be gentle,” she promised as if reading your mind before pushing the tip against your entrance, struggling to get it through your folds.
You watched as the witch bit her lip and watched your skin stretch to take her in, and instantly you felt shots of hot pain radiating from where she was hurting you. “Ah!” you cried out, expecting her to at least pause and let the first wave of pain leave you, but she kept going, sinking herself further in, centimeter by centimeter, stretching your hole around her oversized cock.
That’s when you started to realize the magical part of the situation. As Wanda forced herself deeper inside you and stretched out more of your cunt, her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She hissed and groaned, her entire body stiffening and her face contorting in pleasure. She was feeling you from the inside.
“Fuck,” she cursed, her hand on your hip tightening its grip. You were unrelenting with your whimpers of pain as she stuffed her cock into your cunt, the pain starting to blind you as you physically felt your walls being stretched.
“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda,” you whimpered, trying to beg her to slow down. But with a momentary loss of control and a snap of her hips, she jammed herself all the way inside you, pushing against your cervix and entering what felt like your belly.
You threw your head back and groaned out, trying to control your breathing as you felt just how much she filled you up inside. She paused for a moment, which you were thankful for, but immediately she started to pull out.
It was searing pain as Wanda started to thrust in and out of you, stretching you out even more as she loosened you around her. Tears started flooding down your cheeks. “Too big, too big…” you murmured, but Wanda was lost in the pleasure of feeling you.
She’d been waiting all these weeks for this moment, to feel you from the inside, to break you down, to take you in every sense of the word, to make you wholly and completely hers. She knew you’d be innocent and tight and that she could stretch you into the shape of herself so easily.
“Ah!” you cried out at every thrust that just got more and more aggressive. She was so big and so deep in your gut that your lower belly bulged each time she bottomed out inside you.
“Aww, you’re bleeding,” she laughed when she looked down and saw bits of blood dripping onto the sheets between your legs. “That means you’re doing such a good job, angel.”
You could only whine wordlessly, sweat dripping down your forehead, eyes squeezed shut, mouth in a painful wince. The buckle of her belt was pressing into the soft of your thigh and marking it there.
“That’s it, take it. Take it like a good girl, princess. Take it,” Wanda repeated, her hand finding your throat and squeezing around it as she quickened her pace.
Wanda’s forceful entry inside you began to transform from searing pain to tendrils of pleasure. Her cock, still thrusting at an even pace inside you, was hitting spots it didn’t feel like it was hitting before. Bursts of pleasure bloomed within you, and the wetter you got for her, the less it was hurting, and the more squeaks you were letting out for her. She was really breaking you down now.
“Good girl,” Wanda groaned, looking like she was struggling to not let herself go. Suddenly, she pulled away from you, her cock pulling out of you with a pop. You were too fucked out already to know how she managed to turn you over, but in a mere second you were now on your stomach, wrists and ankles still bound by magic, and Wanda was shoving her cock inside you again, only a little easier this time.
The different angle made it feel like she was even deeper inside you. She moaned in your ear as she let her bodyweight press you down hard into the mattress, both of her hands on your lower waist.
“You’re being such a good whore, just as I knew you would,” she husked shakily as she fucked you into the mattress. Drool was pooling out of your mouth onto the sheets. “Feel how deep I am inside you?” Her hand slipped under you and pressed against your tummy, causing you to feel how deep she was even more. She could feel her own cock fucking into your belly, and it was enough to make her almost spill.
You, on the other hand, were already on the edge of cumming as she pounded you into the mattress, your entire body trembling and hot as you tried your hardest to not let yourself cum.
“Come on, princess, I know you need to cum,” Wanda growled, pressing harder on your tummy as her other hand came to your throat again and squeezed it. “Be a good whore and cum on your intruder’s cock. I know you wanna.”
You did want to, your body wanted to. The mental wall trying to protect your dignity was faltering, and you were losing control.
“Fuck, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda,” you mumbled incoherently into your own pool of drool on the pillow as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. When her nails dug into your throat, it was all you needed to push you over the edge of sanity. Pleasure crashed hard into you, blinding and deafening you as your insides squeezed around her cock.
“Fuck!” Wanda cried out as she felt it, fucking harder into you so that the bed hit loudly against the wall. Blood was dripping everywhere down your thighs now.
Wanda manhandled you and fucked you like a toy as she chased her own high that kept you going on yours. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” she murmured before lowering down to your ear. “You like it with no protection like a whore?”
Panic bells rang inside your mind, but there wasn’t much you could do in your state but mumble a barely audible “No” into the pillow covered in drool and tears.
“I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum, princess. I’m gonna breed you like the whore you are.”
She moaned against your shoulder, her entire body shaking as she met her edge, and she reached down and squeezed the base of her cock. Ropes of cum went surging inside you as the witch came, rocking herself into you as her cum filled your cunt to the brim. You cried out into the pillow as your belly swelled, her magical cum swirling inside you.
Wanda’s entire body went limp on top of you, suffocating you on the bed. She took several moments to catch her breath, but you were way too far gone. Your mind was fuzzy and brainless, your body weak and trembling as you laid there with a mix of cum and blood between your legs, your intruder’s strap still inside you.
“See, princess?” Wanda whispered breathlessly, her hand running over the hill of your ass. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt too bad.”
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caroldantops · 16 days
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When I say “She tortured my nipples” who’s the first character to pop into your head?
yelena.
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