Use Me, I’m Yours | Wanda Maximoff
Pairing: Stalker!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: dubcon, slight noncon, knife play, very crazy Wanda, slightly crazy Y/N
Word Count: 3.1k
Genre: smut
Summary: Wanda finally finds you and makes you hers.
• Kinktober Masterlist •
Wanda’s POV
She’s perfect.
From the first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one. It’s been months since then, and I’ve been waiting patiently for the right moment to call her mine.
Y/N. Y/N is her name.
“H-how do you know my name?”
My little flower. My precious dove. My innocent little bunny.
I know all that I need to know, and soon all you’ll know is me.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks around as if her environment has changed somehow. No, love, it’s still your quaint, little apartment in Queens. I haven’t moved anything an inch since I came in, waiting excitedly for you.
She panics, she can’t move her hands or legs and I smile. She’s so cute when she struggles against the pretty, yet intricate knots I learned how to do just for her. They’re tied into little bunny ears for my little bunny.
“H-hello? What the fuck,” she grumbles, pulling on her restraints. “What’s going on?” She calls out into the darkness of the room.
I wait a moment longer, taking in the sight before me. Her skirt is bunched up around her hips now from her movements, her cute pink panties clearly visible from where I was lurking. Her wrists are becoming red from the ropes and her long socks protect her ankles from the same fate.
“Who’s there?!” She calls out and I realize I need to shut her up before her neighbors hear her.
I emerge from the darkness, the moonlight from the window illuminating my face; dark makeup, emerald eyes, red lips. She’s silent as she takes me in, her own eyes trailing over my face and upper body once I reveal myself.
“Who are you?” She whispers, her lower lip trembling with fear.
“Wanda.” I gestured to myself with the jagged knife I was holding. “Y/N.” I pointed at her and she flinched.
“H-how do you know my name?”
“I know all about you. You were made for me.”
“What?” Her voice is small and quiet.
“You belong to me, Y/N. And I belong to you.”
“No … I don’t even know you!”
“But, I know you.” I took a step closer to her, closing the window so all light in the room was gone.
I could hear her panting, grunting as she tried to free herself in the darkness. I flicked on the light and she squinted at the brightness. How cute was she?
“You go to the little coffee shop down the street every morning. You give them your name; Y/N. Some mornings, if you’re early, you’ll get a bagel with bacon, egg and cheese on it. Most days you’re late and you just get your frappe.”
“What the fuck!” She yelled, not even letting me finish her routine. I knew all of it.
“That’s very rude of you, bunny.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to escape. But, she could never escape my love.
I walked up to her, pulling a pair of her panties that I had stolen from her dresser out of my back pocket and stuffing it in her mouth.
“Now keep that there,” I brought the blade up to her neck and she cried softly, pleading to me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Or I’ll use this.”
She nodded and I leaned into her, pressing my lips to her forehead and then taking a step back to admire her. She was trembling, her tears flowing silently as she kept her own panties in her mouth, keeping her quiet. I knew she would be an obedient little pup.
I got on my knees in front of her and her eyes never left mine as I took the knife and dragged it carefully along her thigh. She cried out, shaking her head as I ran it along the hem of her panties, letting it trail between her legs, the tip pressing into her clit.
I could hear her begging and pleading, but for what, I didn’t know. My eyes never left hers as I gently rubbed the knife against her, bringing it up and down along her slit carefully. I finally looked down and noticed a slight wet spot on her panties.
I returned my gaze to hers and realized her cheeks were bright red, and she wasn’t struggling anymore. My good girl.
“You like me playing with you, don’t you detka?”
She let out a whimper and shook her head.
“I don’t like liars, Y/N.” I pressed the knife into her cunt ever so slightly and she panicked, trying to back away and nodding.
“Yeah? You like it?”
She nodded, choking back sobs as I brought the knife up and pulled her panties up with my free hand, slicing the garment without any struggle at all.
I tugged at the destroyed piece of cloth and it fell from the chair she was tied to, hitting the floor and leaving her open to me.
I tilted my head as I admired her glistening wetness. She attempted to close her legs, but I tied her to the chair tight enough to keep her still, but not cut off her circulation.
“My beautiful malyshka. Look at how wet you are for me.”
I flipped the knife around, carefully handling the blade as I let the handle stroke her clit. She let out a breathy moan, still crying, as I pressed it into her, applying gentle pressure to her sensitive bud.
“Please,” she cried, muffled by the panties. “Please.”
“Please, what? Use those big girl words that I know you know.”
She let the panties fall from her lips and she panted softly before finally speaking to me.
“Please … don’t hurt me.” Her voice was small and broken and I smiled up at her.
“Have I hurt you?” She shook her head. “So, what makes you think I’ll hurt you now?”
Her eyes fell to the knife between her legs and I followed them down, my own eyes landing on the knife as well.
“This?” I pressed it against her clit and she hissed. “It’s just one of my little toys. I have many.”
I brought the knife hilt up to my lips and sucked on it, cleaning her slick from the handle. She watched me, wide eyed, as I placed the knife down next to me, and returned my attention to her pussy.
“This is mine.” I said as I brought myself between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, causing her to jerk in surprise. “Relax,” I cooed, bringing my hands up and stroking her thighs. “I’ll take good care of you.”
I pressed my lips to her clit, giving it a kiss before licking a strip up her slit. She let out a breathy moan, wriggling slightly in her binds as I tasted her straight from the source. I was addicted to her.
I dipped my tongue into her heat, fucking her slowly, my nails digging into her thighs as I explored her pulsing cunt. She was wetter than I expected her to be, and tasted even better than I imagined.
“Oh,” she moaned softly, her legs trembling under my hands. “Please … stop.”
I hummed my negative answer, telling her I wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, and continuing to eat her out with a hungry fervor.
She writhed, her nails digging into the arm of the chair as she tried to fight me off. She couldn’t get away from me, and from the sounds she made, she really didn’t want to escape.
“Please,” she cried, her hips bucking ever so slightly upwards towards my mouth as I licked and sucked at her. “Please …”
I slipped my tongue inside her, feeling her pulse and throb around me - I knew she was close. I swirled my tongue around her aching clit, flicking it teasingly.
She moaned, her breath getting caught in her throat as she finally let go and came. Her legs trembled and she threw her head back, crying out as pleasure washed over her, whether she wanted it to or not.
I lifted my head up to look at her in the throes of passion, falling even deeper in love with her as I watched her come down from her high. I licked my lips greedily, not wanting a drop of her to go to waste.
“You taste so good, bunny.”
She let out a sob, her whole body trembling as she realized what had just happened. She came for me even though she was terrified, even though she was fighting not to. My love for her was strong enough to overcome all odds.
“Bunny,” I whispered against her thigh, rubbing my cheek along the soft skin there. “You’re my bunny, aren’t you? Say it.”
“No.” She cried, her chest heaving as she looked down at me.
“Say. It.”
I picked up the knife and pressed it against her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as she watched me, fear and arousal flooding her senses.
“I’m your bunny.” She whispered and I smiled.
“That’s right. You’re my innocent, little bunny.”
I stood, knife still in hand, and leaned towards her, pressing the knife flat against her chest.
“Now,” I said as I let the jagged edge of the knife get caught in her shirt. “Let’s get this off.”
She flinched as I pulled on the knife, ripping a hole in her cute little t-shirt. I took my time tearing up her clothing, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. She looked so fucking hot.
She had left a nice stain on the wooden chair she was tied to, and surely her wrists would be bruised after all of this, but it would be worth it to show and prove my love to her.
I dragged the knife along her throat, down her collarbone to the slight dip between her breasts. She watched me, her eyes fearfully never leaving the knife as I toyed with her. The knife found its way to her left breast, teasingly stroking her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She hissed as her body reacted, her nipple hardening under the touch of my blade.
“Your body was made for me.” I brought the knife down to the edge of her bra cup and carefully cut it open, her breast spilling out, on display for me. “Look at how it reacts to me. Your nipples are hard, you’re absolutely soaked,” I took a deep breath and straddled her, my legs on either side of hers. “You’re mine.”
She stared at me defiantly, ignoring the fact that she was currently at a disadvantage. I held the power and I wasn’t afraid to use it to prove my love to her.
I grabbed her face with my free hand and pressed my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth so I could explore every inch of her. She whined, but gave into me, opening her mouth and letting me do as I pleased to her. Of course she obeyed me, she was perfect and, naturally, obedient. She was made to be mine.
I let the knife glide along her skin carefully, leaving a faint, red trail in its wake.
“Oops,” I whispered against her lips, looking down at her breast. “I made a mess.”
I brought my head down and licked the thin line of blood that beaded up on her skin, kissing the minor wound I had inflicted on her.
“I promised not to hurt you.” I spoke against her skin, still peppering tiny kisses along the superficial cut. “But, that didn’t hurt, did it?”
I looked up at her and she shook her head, her tears nearly ceasing as she watched me. I got up off of her lap and got on my knees in front of her again, eagerly taking her nipple in my mouth and biting it gently, causing her to cry out and moan at the pleasure. I sucked on her hungrily, licking and nipping any skin I could get into my mouth.
Her body jerked up towards me with desire, the need for me to touch her as I continued to assault her sensitive breast. I would give her my gift soon enough.
I released her breast with a soft pop and looked up at her, her eyes dark with desire, her lips slightly parted as she panted softly.
“I’ve got something for you, my love.”
I stood from where I had been kneeling in front of her and grabbed at the slight bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened at the implication and she looked from my hand to my face. I could only smile back at her as I undid my pants, pushing them down my legs as the pink strap sprung forth, ready for her waiting cunt.
“It's finally time to consummate our love. You’re already soaked, I know you’re ready for me.”
I bent down and sliced through the knots that kept her ankles tied to the chair, finally allowing her freedom. I knew she wouldn’t run. We were made for each other.
I carefully released her hands from their binds and she quickly brought them close to her chest, rubbing the sore spots on her wrists.
“Now don’t do anything stupid,” I pointed the knife at her. “Or I’ll have to tie you up again.”
She nodded and satisfied, I brought the knife down to my side and led her over to the bed, laying her down and getting on top of her.
“I’ll be so gentle with you, bunny.” I whispered against her trembling lips. “I’ll fuck you so gentle.”
I lied. How could I be gentle when the woman of my fantasies was lying underneath me? No, she would get all of my love, all of my passion.
She let out a strangled sob as I pressed myself into her heat, her hands coming up to my shoulders to push me away. I grabbed her hands in one of mine and pushed them into the mattress, not wanting her to ruin our special moment together.
I placed the knife down beside her head so I could adjust my cock, slipping it inside of her with no resistance at all. She moaned lowly, throwing her head back as I began moving inside her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pounded into her, grabbing the knife once again. I knew she would give into my love eventually.
I gripped the knife tighter and brought it up to her throat, pressing it gently into her.
“You like this, don’t you, bunny? You like being held down and fucked like the whore you are.”
She cried, but nodded ever so slightly, swallowing roughly as she felt the blade against her skin.
“I know, sweet thing. I know exactly what you need.”
I pounded into her, her cries turning into guttural moans as I fucked her into complete submission. I could feel myself getting close, just the act of fucking her getting me off, but I didn’t want to cum first - I wanted us to come together.
I let go of her hands and she kept them above her head, staying still and submissive for me while I brought my hand down between our bodies and played with her cute, little pussy, rubbing fast circles along her clit. She cried out when she felt my fingers against her sensitive bud, and the sounds she made only drove me further to get her to cum.
I took the knife from her neck and placed it on the bed next to us, then grabbed her face and kissed her.
My love was true and pure.
She moaned into my mouth as pleasure overtook her and I picked up speed at the sound, swallowing her moans as I came right along with her. This was everything I wanted and so much more.
I laid down on top of her, peppering her face with tiny kisses as she escaped the throes of ecstacy.
“W-Wanda ...” She whispered.
“Yes, my love?” I responded softly, bringing my hand up to stroke her hair out of her face.
“Why?”
“Hm?” I questioned back, confused.
“Why me?”
“God chose you for me, bunny. That’s all there is to it.”
“God?”
“Mhm.” I kissed her neck, my hips moving against hers slowly. “God wanted me to take you like this. To make you mine.”
She gasped softly, her hands gripping at my shoulders as I began fucking her again, this time, painfully slow. I wanted her to want this, want me. I wanted her to beg for it.
“Unh, W-Wanda,” she grunted, pulling me close to her as I touched the deepest part of her. “I …”
“What, bunny?” I whispered against her lips, kissing her once again. “Tell me what you need.”
She turned her head from me, her eyes landing on the knife beside us. I followed her gaze, unsure of what she was thinking. She let go of me and slowly grabbed the knife. My hand met hers, both of us holding onto the blade, but neither of us made a move to use it.
“Do you want to hurt me?” I whispered softly and she shook her head. “What do you want?”
Without warning, I flipped us over, letting her sit on top of me, knife still in hand, now hovering over me. She moaned as she pressed herself down into me, fucking herself on my cock. I watched in awe of her as she pleasured herself, bringing the knife down to my throat and running it along my collarbone.
“Use me, I’m yours.”
I let go of the knife and let my hands fall beside my head, letting her take complete control of me. This was love.
Her free hand went between us and she played with her clit as she let the knife trail across my chest. I could feel the tip digging into me through my shirt and realized she was getting off from it.
“Bunny,” I whined softly, my own clit aching and begging for attention. “Fuck me.”
“Want me to fuck you with this?” she whispered against my lips, bringing the knife back up to my throat and pressing it against me. “Use you like you used me?”
“Please,” I choked out, my heart pounding out of my chest. “I love you.”
She bit her lip and rolled her hips, sighing softly as she neared release once more, this time holding all the power.
“Fuck,” she moaned, bouncing on my cock as she rubbed her clit. “Wan- Wanda!”
She came saying my name! I watched her as she writhed above me, the knife falling slack in her hand as she rode out her orgasm. I took it from her and smiled, proud of her and so, so happy.
She laid down on top of me and brought her sticky fingers to my mouth, which I gladly took and sucked on.
“I want you to carve your name into my body.” She whispered softly and I released her fingers, smiling excitedly at the idea.
This was love.
And maybe, just maybe, she was somehow just as crazy as I was.
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