Craving [Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader]
you’re on your period, and wanda’s always been… very attentive when you are. she just wants to take care of you. she’s good at that. not that she has any ulterior motives.
18+ contains NSFW elements. men & minors dni.
cw: blood kink, dub-con, manipulative wanda (mild), mommy kink, sadist wanda (she's sweet, don't worry), fingering, cunnilingus, clit biting, impact play (once)
wc: ~2k
a/n: this was originally supposed to be natasha, but wanda felt like a better fit. also it’s my first time writing smut, so be nice 🙈 english isn’t my first language either, but i had fun with this. hope you enjoy. and happy lesbian visibility week! i see you and you see me <3
it’s been a long, tiring day, and you’re almost content where you are, cuddling with your girlfriend, face nuzzled into her neck, occasional pained sounds slipping from your lips. it's one of those days, when everything feels like too much and not enough. you feel weak, and with the amount of blood coming out of you, you're surprised you haven't fainted yet.
wanda has her arm firm around you, grounding you, her free hand rubbing soft, soothing circles on your bare stomach, right where it hurts. it's helping, it really is, but it's not quite.. enough. you look down at her hand on your stomach, the veins running up her arm.. her thigh firm between your legs.. you swallow. your legs shift, restless, but you keep quiet, keep still. you don't want to inconvenience her more than you already have.
she's here with you, warm, comforting, patient.. it should suffice. but your girlfriend is wanda maximoff, and it's adorably naive for you to think that you can ever hide anything from her. those watchful eyes are already on you, calculating, analyzing every sound, every shift, every twitch of your legs.
“something wrong, angel?” she asks softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. but it's all for show, she knows. has known for a while. you can't see her face, and you're immensely grateful for that, it's impossible to lie to her with that intense gaze of hers directed at you.
you mumble something incoherent into her neck, dismissive.. deflecting. she doesn't respond. you wait, five seconds, six, seven.. then groan when you realize she wants you to look at her and say it. her and her stupid need for eye contact. “wanda.. please. i'm okay, i promise. it just hurts, is all. just keep holding me, please?” you look up at her then, trying your best to make your eyes look as big as possible, maybe she’ll think you’re cute enough and let it pass, but she sighs, disappointed.
your stomach twists.
the one thing you loathe more than anything is disappointing your girlfriend. “..wanda?” you say, soft, unsure. she sighs again, and her arm loosens around you. she's about to pull away completely before you catch her arm, a little too tightly. “wands? what's wrong?” you ask in a small voice, your breath slightly shaky.. did i do something bad?
“you know how i feel when you're not honest with me, baby..” she murmurs, her voice lower now, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.
oh.
you wrap yourself around her again, taking her arm and putting it around you, just as it was before, before nuzzling into her neck again. “i‘m sorry. i just— you've done so much for me already.. i didn't wanna burden you even more.”
“burden me? sweetheart, what have i told you about thinking of yourself like that?” she says, voice mildly firm, her fingers now stroking through your hair, nails grazing your scalp. it’s so comforting, safe. she’s so gentle with how she handles you. it makes you cry sometimes.
“‘m sorry, again.” you mumble, and she sighs, letting it go for now, only because of how fragile you are to her in this state. you yawn, slightly sleepy, relaxing now that you've handled the situation. or so you thought.
“well?”
you blink.
“well what?”
“will you tell me what's got you so restless, sweetheart?”
uh oh.
“it's just–”
you're cut off when the fingers stroking through your hair tighten their grip just slightly and pull you away from the comfort of her neck, until you're looking right at her. your cheeks warm. eye contact.
“i uh.. i feel.. i need—”
“need what, baby?” she asks sweetly, but the way she's looking at you is anything but.
“y-you. i need.. you. your fingers. need them inside me, please.” you admit, embarrassed, because lying to her will get you nowhere, and you don’t like seeing that disappointment in her eyes. especially not now, when you’re so sensitive.
she just looks at you, her eyes darker now, or maybe they’ve been that way for a while. the green barely visible over her dilated pupils. but there's something different about them today, something.. off.
“just my fingers, sweetheart?”
“huh?”
you barely have time to ponder what she meant before she pushes you onto your back, crawling on top of you, dark eyes never looking away from yours as she slowly moves down your body, until she’s settled between your spread thighs. she leans down, and noses the inside of your thigh.
“wanda? what are you–”
“you smell so fucking good.” she groans, burying her face against you, her hands gripping your thighs firmly, making sure you can't move or run away. you're sure that's going to leave bruises later.
oh.
“wanda.. y-you can't..”
“mm. why not, angel?”
she murmurs against your clothed pussy, ravenous.. taking in a lungful and letting out a growl. deeper this time.
your fingers tangle in her hair, trying to push her away, but you're trembling too much, and she barely budges.. just lets out an amused chuckle at your weak attempts. you both know perfectly well that if this is how she wants you, this is how she'll have you, and your struggling only makes it more fun for her.
“because it's dirty~” you whine, frustrated, but the ache between your legs is too much, too dizzying, you can't think.
“you won't let mommy have a taste? you know how badly she's been craving her sweet little girl like this.. you really want to deny her?”
your brows furrow, conflicted. it's disgusting. you should refuse. but if it makes mommy happy.. if she just wants one little taste, then..
“o-okay, mommy. but just one taste, okay?”
that was all she needed. she doesn't waste another second in ripping off your panties along with your soaked pad and throwing them off to the side. you don't even register what has happened until you feel her mouth on you.. hot, wet, starved. she licks at you hungrily, scooping up the crimson leaking out of you with her tongue, moaning obscenely against you at the taste.. you let out a loud, wrecked sound, tightening your fingers in her hair. you let her go on for a bit, whining and moaning helplessly, before you decide that it's enough. she promised.
“m-mommy, that's enough. mngh— you promised—”
she doesn't listen. doesn't stop. doesn't care. her tongue swirls around your entrance, teasing, before she pushes it inside, fucking you with her tongue. you make another sound, louder this time, hips twitching, but her firm grip keeps you still.
“mommy, please—”
she doesn’t budge.
you fall back against the sheets helplessly, realizing that nothing you do or say will get her off you until she’s satisfied.
you shiver at that.
she continues fucking you with her tongue, nails digging into your thighs, keeping you open for her, your blood and arousal dripping down her chin. but… you whine frustratedly at her lack of attention to your clit. you’ve been aching for so long, and this is all you get?
your hips twitch again, trying to get her mouth where you need it most.. but you can’t move, not an inch, she makes sure of that. you make another desperate sound, having had enough. i can't take it anymore. you pull your hands away from her hair. you need to do it yourself.
she looks up at you then for the first time, her lips stained red.. blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.. she looks dangerous, and she knows exactly what you plan to do. she withdraws her hand from your left thigh and pins both your wrists to your stomach, making sure you can’t touch yourself. you gasp at the sudden movement.
she continues her ministrations between your legs as if nothing happened, as if you’re not a person, as if the only thing worthy of attention is your dripping hole.
you try to free your wrists, pouring every ounce of your strength into it.. wrong move. you feel sharp teeth graze your clit, a promise of what would happen if you continued being a brat. you still immediately, a hint of fear creeping into your dazed mind.. but you try not to think too much of it. she wouldn’t actually do that, would she?
she just wants to keep you in line. make sure you behave. there’s nothing you need to be worried about! mommy can be mean sometimes, this is just another one of those times. it’s okay. maybe she just doesn’t realize what you want, you should let her know.
you struggle again, hoping she frees your wrists so you can guide her where you want. she just needs a little direction. that’s okay, nothing to be ashamed of!
she lets go of your wrists.
you sigh, relieved.. just about to thank her—
slap.
you’re cut off by a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh. you jolt. the sting is precise and burning, spreading to your outer thigh and leaving you whimpering in it’s wake. you feel tears forming in your eyes.
“shhh.. i’m sorry, sweetheart. that was too harsh of me, wasn’t it?” she coos sweetly, almost too sweet, caressing the spot where she hit softly, pressing kisses there to soothe you.
“mommy’s sorry, baby. but what can i do? you leave me no choice when you act like that..”
you want to reply, apologize to her for acting so brazenly, for being a brat.. you deserved it. but you can only whimper in response.
“shh.. i know, baby, i know.”
she decides to have mercy on you. her lips finally wrap around your clit, sucking softly, and you scream. she pushes two fingers inside you while she plays with your clit, pumping inside you at a leisurely pace, clearly she wants to drag this out. her tongue swirls around your pearl, almost.. pattern like, but not consistent.. you focus on it unintentionally, needing a distraction from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, and that's when you realize what it is.. she’s spelling her name on your clit. w a n d a. again and again. you nearly scream once more. she hums against you, pleased at your attention to detail, and rewards you with another harsh flick of her tongue.
you feel it then, that knot in your lower stomach.. coiling tighter and tighter from the torture she's inflicting on you with her tongue and fingers.. if only she'd speed up. you’re so close, so close–
you feel teeth clamp down on your clit, harsh, merciless, and it’s unbearable, it hurts. it hurts so much. why is mommy hurting me? the tears fall freely this time as your body seizes up, mouth open in a silent scream as you finally, finally, come, pretty eyes rolling back.
wanda watches you the whole time.
she helps you ride out the final waves of pleasure, her fingers still moving inside you, small kitten licks on your clit, soothing the sting from her bite as you slowly come down from your high.
after what feels like hours, she finally pulls away from your pussy, almost.. reluctantly, but again, you don’t think too much of it.
you look up at her with dazed eyes, lashes wet, your mind blissfully quiet now, taking in the mixture of crimson and your juices dripping down her chin, all the way to her collarbones. messy. she looks like she just ate an animal.
you watch as she takes her bloody fingers to her lips, and sucks them clean, all the while looking straight at you. there’s a deep satisfaction in her eyes. she looks.. sated. for now.
“feeling better, sweetheart?” she asks with a red smile, her clean hand finding your lower belly and stroking softly.
you blink. you do feel better. your cramps are much more bearable now, almost non-existent.
you still can’t find it in yourself to speak, so you just nod, pleading with your eyes for her to come cuddle you again.
she understands. of course she does. she looks down at you with adoration in her eyes.. you have no idea how sweet you look like this, do you?
“i need to clean us up, angel, and then we can cuddle all you want, okay?” she says softly, brushing your hair back from your face. she would kiss your forehead too but.. oh well.
you nod. so sleepy now.. forcing yourself to keep your eyes open. you really want to cuddle with her.
“sleep, baby. i’m right here. mommy will wake you up when it’s time to cuddle, mm? you’re easier to play with when you’re asleep anyway.”
