#evil wanda maximoff

[livfordoodles]

Some magnet family

[bestwitchsam]

The Team #AgathaAllAlong

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Can you write something like Evil Queens WandaNat x maid reader? Like reader is a new make and she’s kinda shy and quiet because she doesn’t wanna draw attention to herself, but she ends up doing that anyway when she manages to get out a really bad bloodstain out of the carpet (cause yk Wanda and Natasha did sum evil muahahaha- I’m sorry) Anyways, the maids usually have a hard time getting out blood stains which usually leads to them getting fired or uh- yk. But R caught their attention cause she could and was suddenly appointed as their personal maid and uh yeah you go wherever you want from there

Stains of the Heart

EvilQueens!WandaNat x Maid!Fem!Reader

Summary: Though you try to keep yourself hidden amongst the rest of the maids the Queens you work for take notice of you after being able to clean up properly after a mess they've made.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of dark themes, mentions of blood, sexual themes

A/N: I feel like I could have made them more evil, but this is what came out as I wrote. These two took over~

The grand hall of the castle was eerily silent as the new maid, you, scurried about, nervously clutching your cleaning supplies. The atmosphere was thick with tension, an almost tangible sense of dread that had settled in ever since you had started working here. You were well aware of the fate of those who failed to meet the exacting standards of the castle's rulers, the formidable queens Wanda and Natasha.

You had heard the whispers among the other servants, the hushed tones speaking of what happened to those who displeased the queens. The stories were enough to make you keep your head down, blending into the background, hoping to avoid their notice.

Today was particularly nerve-wracking. A terrible incident had occurred the night before, leaving a significant bloodstain on the opulent carpet in one of the grand parlors. The maids who had tried to clean it before you had all failed, disappearing shortly after. You knew this was a test of your skills, one that could either secure your place in the castle or seal your doom.

With trembling hands, you set to work. You had always been meticulous, and today you put every bit of your knowledge to use. You mixed a special solution, carefully applying it to the stain. As you worked, you whispered a silent prayer, willing the stain to vanish.

Hours passed, but eventually, the carpet was spotless. You allowed yourself a small sigh of relief, barely daring to believe your success. You knew better than to draw attention to yourself, but as you packed up your supplies, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of hope.

That hope was quickly dashed when you felt a presence behind you. Turning slowly, you found yourself face-to-face with Queen Wanda. Her piercing eyes seemed to bore into your soul, making you feel small and insignificant.

"What's your name?" she demanded, her voice smooth yet laced with an underlying threat.

"Y/N, Your Majesty," you replied, keeping your eyes downcast.

"You did this?" she asked, gesturing to the now pristine carpet.

"Yes, Your Majesty," you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

She studied you for a moment, then nodded. "Impressive. Follow me."

Heart pounding, you followed her through the winding halls of the castle, eventually arriving at a grand chamber where Queen Natasha waited. Her eyes were just as intimidating as Wanda's, and you felt a shiver run down your spine under her scrutinizing gaze.

"This is the one?" Natasha asked, her voice cool and assessing.

"Yes," Wanda replied. "She has a talent."

Natasha approached you, her eyes never leaving yours. "We have a proposition for you," she said, her tone making it clear this was not a request. "You will become our personal maid. Fail us, and you know the consequences."

Your mind raced, but you knew there was only one answer. "Yes, Your Majesty," you agreed, bowing your head.

From that moment on, your life changed. You were no longer just another servant in the castle; you were under the direct scrutiny of the queens. They were demanding, their standards impossibly high, but you met each challenge with quiet determination.

As time passed, you learned more about them. Wanda, with her powerful presence and piercing gaze, and Natasha, with her calculating mind and cold demeanor. You discovered the complexities beneath their fierce exteriors, the reasons for their ruthlessness.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you found yourself alone with Wanda. She seemed different, almost... softer. "You surprise me, Y/N," she said, her voice thoughtful. "Most would have faltered by now."

"I'm just doing my best, Your Majesty," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"And you do it well," she acknowledged, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

In that moment, you realized that perhaps there was more to your role than you had initially thought. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a place here, earn their trust, and uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface of their reign.

But for now, you would continue to serve, keeping your head down, your skills sharp, and your heart guarded against the enigmatic allure of the evil queens.

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Your days as the personal maid to Queens Wanda and Natasha had settled into a demanding yet predictable rhythm. The queens were strict, their expectations high, and every task carried the weight of your continued survival. Yet, amidst the constant pressure, you had begun to notice subtle shifts, particularly in Wanda's behavior towards you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you were summoned to Wanda's private chambers. Your heart raced as you made your way through the dimly lit corridors, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. You knocked softly on the heavy wooden door, waiting for her permission to enter.

"Come in," her voice called from inside, smooth and commanding.

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind you. Wanda was seated by the large window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming in. She looked up as you entered, her expression unreadable.

"You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?" you asked, keeping your head slightly bowed in respect.

"Yes, Y/N," she replied, her tone softer than usual. "Come here."

You approached her cautiously, stopping a few feet away. She gestured for you to sit on the nearby cushioned chair, and you obeyed, sitting down with your hands clasped in your lap.

Wanda studied you for a moment, her eyes intense but not unkind. "You've been here for some time now," she began. "You've proven yourself capable, resourceful, and... loyal."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," you said quietly, unsure of where this conversation was leading.

She stood and moved closer to you, her presence both intimidating and strangely comforting. "Do you enjoy your work, Y/N?" she asked, her voice holding an unusual note of curiosity.

"I take pride in my work, Your Majesty," you replied carefully. "I strive to meet your expectations."

She reached out, gently lifting your chin so you were forced to meet her gaze. "You've exceeded them," she said softly, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

You felt a blush creep up your neck at her touch, your heart pounding in your chest. "Thank you, Your Majesty," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's expression softened further, and she smiled—a rare and breathtaking sight. "You've done more than just meet expectations, Y/N," she said. "You've caught my attention."

You blinked in surprise, not daring to believe what you were hearing. "I... I'm honored, Your Majesty."

She chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving yours. "You've been so quiet, so diligent," she said. "But I see you, Y/N. I see your strength, your determination. And I find myself... intrigued."

Her words left you speechless, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Wanda's hand moved from your chin to your cheek, her touch warm and tender. "Do not fear me," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I do not intend to harm you. Quite the opposite."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "What do you intend, Your Majesty?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

She smiled again, her lips tantalizingly close to yours. "I intend to show you my favor," she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. "To reward your loyalty and dedication."

Before you could respond, she closed the distance between you, her lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you found yourself leaning into her, the world around you fading away.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. "You are special, Y/N," she said quietly. "Remember that."

You nodded, still dazed from the kiss. "I will, Your Majesty."

Wanda's smile widened, and she gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Good. Now, go and rest. You have earned it."

You rose to your feet, feeling a strange mix of emotions. As you left her chambers and made your way back to your quarters, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Wanda's affection was both a blessing and a danger, and you knew you would have to navigate it carefully.

But for now, you allowed yourself a small moment of happiness, the memory of her kiss lingering on your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

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The days following your intimate encounter with Queen Wanda were filled with a peculiar mixture of anxiety and anticipation. You carried on with your duties as usual, but there was an underlying tension in the air, a sense that something significant had shifted. Wanda's affectionate gaze lingered on you more often, and you couldn't help but wonder if others had noticed.

One afternoon, as you were meticulously arranging fresh flowers in the grand hall, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with Queen Natasha. Her eyes were as cold and calculating as ever, but there was a new intensity in her gaze that made your pulse quicken.

"Y/N," she said, her voice low and authoritative. "Come with me."

Your heart pounded as you followed her through the labyrinthine corridors to a secluded study. Once inside, she closed the door with a quiet finality that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Sit," she commanded, pointing to a chair in front of a large, ornate desk.

You sat down, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, trying to steady your breathing. Natasha circled the desk and took a seat, her piercing eyes never leaving yours.

"I've noticed a change in Wanda," she began, her tone even but with an edge that made you nervous. "She seems... distracted. And I believe I know the reason why."

You swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. "Your Majesty, I—"

Natasha held up a hand, silencing you. "Do not lie to me, Y/N. I am well aware of the kiss."

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a wave of panic. "I—"

"Do not be afraid," she said, leaning forward, her eyes narrowing. "I am not here to punish you. In fact, I have a proposition."

You blinked in surprise, the tension in the room thickening. "A proposition, Your Majesty?"

"Yes," Natasha replied, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she leaned closer. "Instead of simply being our maid, would you like to be our plaything?"

Your eyes widened, and your mind raced. The suggestion was both thrilling and terrifying. "Your Majesty, I—"

She reached out, taking your chin in her hand, her grip firm yet not painful. Her eyes bored into yours, making it clear that this was not a casual offer. "Wanda seems to have taken a liking to you that just won't go away," she continued. "And I will do whatever necessary to make her happy."

Her words sent a shiver through you, a mix of fear and desire coursing through your veins. How could you say no to them when everything about them made you want them? You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice.

"Of course, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "It would be the highest of honors to serve you and Queen Wanda however you need."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Natasha's lips. "Good," she purred, releasing your chin and leaning back in her chair. "You will continue with your duties as usual, but you will also be available to us whenever we desire. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," you said, nodding.

Natasha's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Very well. You may go."

You rose from your chair, bowing your head respectfully. As you turned to leave, Natasha's voice stopped you.

"And Y/N," she added, her tone almost teasing, "do not disappoint us."

You nodded once more, then quickly left the room, your mind spinning. The proposition was both a dangerous game and an intoxicating possibility. As you resumed your duties, you couldn't help but wonder how this new dynamic would unfold, and what it would mean for your place in the castle.

That night, as you lay in bed, you couldn't shake the feeling of Natasha's intense gaze and Wanda's tender kiss. The queens had ensnared you in their web, and there was no turning back. You only hoped you could navigate their desires and demands without losing yourself in the process.

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The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of intense and secretive encounters with the queens. Each interaction left you more entranced by their power and allure, yet there was always a lingering sense of danger. Wanda's tender kisses and Natasha's possessive touches had become a regular part of your life, blurring the lines between duty and desire. But until now, your encounters with them had remained separate.

Today was different.

You were summoned by Queen Wanda, a call that usually filled you with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her affection was addictive, and you found yourself craving her attention more with each passing day. However, when you stepped into their private chambers, the sight that greeted you made your heart skip a beat.

Both queens were there, their regal clothes splattered with blood. Panic surged through you as you rushed over to them, your hands trembling as you cupped their cheeks, frantically checking for any cuts or stab wounds. To your immense relief, you found none.

"You're not hurt," you breathed, your voice filled with concern and confusion.

Natasha's grip on your wrist was sudden and firm, pulling you towards her. Her kiss was rough, almost punishing, and you found yourself melting into it despite the intensity. Her other hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as her lips claimed yours. The taste of her was intoxicating, and you barely registered Wanda moving behind you until you felt her soft kisses trailing along your shoulders and neck.

Wanda's hands slipped around your waist, holding you gently but securely. Her lips and tongue worked their magic on your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You were caught between them, their combined presence overwhelming and exhilarating.

"Don't worry, my sweet," Wanda whispered against your neck, her breath warm and soothing. "The blood isn't ours."

Natasha broke the kiss, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "We had some... business to attend to," she explained, her voice low and seductive. "And now we want to attend to you."

Your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, but all you could focus on was the sensation of their hands and lips on your body. Wanda's fingers traced patterns on your skin, while Natasha's grip tightened, a perfect balance of tenderness and dominance.

"You've been such a good girl," Wanda murmured, her voice like honey. "Always so eager to please us."

Natasha's lips curled into a predatory smile. "And now it's time for us to show you just how much we appreciate your devotion."

They guided you towards the large, luxurious bed, each movement coordinated and purposeful. As you lay down, Wanda climbed beside you, her hands never leaving your body. Natasha followed, her eyes never leaving yours as she leaned in for another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate.

Wanda's hands roamed over your torso, her touch gentle yet electrifying. "Relax, my darling," she cooed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let us take care of you."

Natasha's hand slid under your shirt, her fingers tracing the outline of your bra. "You belong to us now," she whispered, her voice sending a thrill of excitement through you. "Body and soul."

Caught in their embrace, you felt a surge of emotions—fear, desire, love, and a deep-seated need to please them. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Your Majesties."

Their eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your submission. Together, they undressed you with a mix of urgency and reverence, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of your skin. The room was filled with the sound of your gasps and their murmured words of affection and desire.

Wanda's lips captured yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, her hand cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world. "You're ours," she whispered against your lips.

Natasha's hands moved lower, eliciting a moan from you as she found your most sensitive spots. "Forever," she echoed, her voice a promise and a command.

In their arms, you felt a profound sense of belonging, a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction. They were your queens, and you were their treasured plaything, caught in a web of power, passion, and unspoken loyalty.

As the night wore on, you surrendered yourself completely to their touch, their love, and their power, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be—at the mercy of the queens who ruled your heart and soul.

@dorabledewdroop

[the-truth-is-there]

Halloween Girls

- Elvira (Elvira,Mistress of the Dark) - Morticia Addams (Addams Family) - Miss Eva Ernst (The Witches) - Lydia Deetz (BeetleJuice) - Jane, Alexandra and Sukie (The Witches of Eastwick) - Winifred, Mary  and Sarah Sanderson (Hocus Pocus) - Nancy, Sarah, Bonnie and Rochelle (The Craft) - Gillian and Sally Owens (Practical Magic) - Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) - Morgana Pendragon (Merlin) - Regina Mills/Evil Queen (Once Upon a Time) - Maleficent (Maleficent) - Vanessa Ives (Penny Dreadful) - Yennefer de Vengerberg (The Witcher) - Sabrina Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) - Lilith/Madam Satan (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina) - Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe) - Agatha Harkness (Marvel Cinematic Universe) - Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) - Delores (Beetlejuice Beetlejuice)

[official-cvntified-gay]

Me cause kinktober is coming:

(it's not the only one that's coming😏) (we're about to get fed)

[jewelianism]

you want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘wow, isnt he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ you think ill be the dark sky so you can be the star? ill swallow you whole.

[thestarlightforge]

Edit: Tone Tag 😭 I am not yelling at y’all, I’m just exploding in my little gay disabled wandavision young avengers bubble. It’s all excitement/relief/love over here. 😊💙

JAC REPURPOSED WANDA’S CRAPPY RITUALISTIC AMNESIAC STORYLINE FOR GOOD

“JUST PRETEND I’M NOT HERE” JAC SCHAEFFER— 🫠

IT’S NOT TWO KIDS IN ONE BODY, THE HEX INDIRECTLY KILLED WILLIAM KAPLAN, BILLY MAXIMOFF IS REALLY BILLY WITH A REAL SOUL THAT HAD NO HOME—HE’S REALLY WANDA’S SON, TOMMY’S BROTHER

SOME OF HIS MEMORIES GOT MUDDLED AND HE LEARNED TO REPRESS SOME OF HIS MAGIC, BUT HE COULD BARELY EVEN GET OUT CALLING REBECCA “MOM” IN THE KAPLANS’ LIVING ROOM AND HE NEVER REMEMBERED WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LIFE—BECAUSE WANDA’S KIDS WERE REAL AND HERS, WHETHER 45 YEARS OF MISOGYNISTIC COMICS WRITERS LIKE IT OR NOT

“WHO ARE YOU?” “WILLIAM KAPLAN.” “SAY AGAIN?”

“I’M BILLY MAXIMOFF” AND

“I’M NOT THAT NICE” 😭

BILLY MAXIMOFF FELL IN LOVE WITH A BOY, HE DIDN’T JUST TAKE WILLIAM KAPLAN’S BOYFRIEND TO BLEND IN

JAC DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT TOMMY, NO ONE DID—THIS WHOLE THING IS FOR HIM AND HE’S EVERYWHERE

WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LAST WORDS WERE “MOM, LOOK OUT” AND

BILLY MAXIMOFF’S FIRST WORD OUTSIDE THE HEX

WAS “TOMMY” 😭

[illyanarasputinfan]

Agatha All Along (2024) Marvel Television

Wiccan looks fantastic as Maleficent, Mistress of Evil. Thank you for the chuckle this morning, Disney. I appreciate it.

[andrebellusci]

The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• Magneto

• Scarlet Witch

• Quicksilver

• Toad

• Mastermind

[flkwh0re]

Masterlist

Marvel

• Natasha Romanoff

Moms Friend

Broken

Home for Christmas

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie

The Office

Casual - The Continuation

Try it, Bite it, Lick it, Spit it

Guilty Pleasure

• Wanda Maximoff

Babysitter - Part 2

Dark Twisted Fantasy

Sweetest Bunny

• WandaNat

Can’t Sleep

Team Player

Caught

Red Dead Redemption

Nothing here yet.

Resident Evil

• Donna Beneviento

Touchy Desires

[kdelarenta]

me logging onto the internet to defend yet ANOTHER maximoff

[rei-ismyname]

Is Magneto mistaken or am I taking this too literally?

Ambassador Magneto has a lot to say in House of X, especially to humans on the subject of violence.

All his dreams are coming true and he's not shy about expressing his feelings on the matter. At the Jerusalem habitat the other ambassadors (who are all intelligence plants) claim to be wary of military advantage Krakoa and the gates provide.

Let's fact check Magneto there. 'There has never been a mutant war.'

What's this then? It doesn't sound very good at first glance but can it be considered a mutant war? It's basically Magneto himself unleashing an EMP and making demands of the UN. A mutant sanctuary - one they gave him too - Genosha. Terrorist act? Yeah defs. War? I'd say no.

What else? Oh yeah, that time Magneto conquered Santo Marco, a fictional South American country. Spoilers for a comic from 1963.

Okay so shelling is bad, definitely a warlike action, though it's later said there were no casualties at all, mainly thanks to Mastermind's illusions. Still, really bad optics there dude. The fake soldiers are straight up goose-stepping. This is drawn by Jack Kirby too, who definitely had strong feelings about that kind of thing - not something he'd portray unintentionally.

You'll note Mags having pseudo telepathy at this point, mainly bc Stan Lee had no idea how magnetism works.

Let's be honest, there's a big Nazi vibe to this occupation. This is in X-Men #4 in 1963, over a decade before Mags was retconned into a Jewish holocaust survivor. I'm honestly not a big fan of the original X-Men run and I can see why it got cancelled. Magneto was their greatest foe, but he was a pretty one dimension Doctor DOOM expy with none of the pathos, willpower or consistent ideology Claremont would reinvigorate him with. Anyway, sensing defeat, Magneto arms a nuke to blow the whole country up. Yikes.

It's actually Quicksilver who solves that problem, deciding he's not okay with nuking a few million people. It's the start of his face turn proper, with only Wanda's 'debt' to Mags keeping her there, and therefore Quicksilver as well.

See? Not cool, Mags. Not cool. When it's all said and done though, his occupation of Santo Marco is very brief and news doesn't get out. I assume Chuck had something to do with that. Though the country refuses to accept Krakoa for 'ideological reasons' nearly 60 years later, so maybe not. I'm going to say it definitely counts as 'conquering their land and making slaves of their people ' though.

Honestly, Magneto has died a lot since then, had amnesia and barely aged in 70 years so maybe he doesn't remember. One could argue that the spirit of what he's saying is correct - Magneto the individual did a lot of supervillain shit but there hasn't been a unification of mutants who then warred upon humans. Indeed, the opposite is true. Most mutant conflicts that could be called a war were defensive after these events.

None of the 'ambassadors' took issue with past events or his record, instead focusing on future hypotheticals. Someone should tell them that if mutants united in world conquest they'd likely be very successful and humans wouldn't know until it was too late. Technically Magneto has been tried for his acts before an international court, and acquitted because he'd been turned into a baby and was considered a different person. Yes, really.

The conversation pivots to the emissaries being there in bad faith, with slick concealing a gun. (Not that it would be very useful.)

Magneto demonstrates why that's the case and doesn't budge on his position. I guess we could say Magneto was (technically) right, in this specific circumstance. A show of force is certainly needed to make them take Krakoa seriously. It's only fitting then that Mags acts as the stick to make the carrot more palatable. I've still got room for one more pic so here's the X-Men enjoying post-training birthday cake, cut by Cyclops and his POWER BEAM. The X-Men's first birthday as a group.

Note the contrast in vibes around the Brotherhood of EEEVIL Mutants' dinner table, with petty bickering, Mastermind being a creep (the X-Men have that too tho NGL,) and a very impressive tower of mashed potato. Good to know Toad has poor table manners and that Pietro is willing to punch on over it. Not to be mean, but Wanda's headgear looks super silly. Oh well, it was the sixties!

[bestwitchsam]

Agatha All Along episode 7 behind the scenes

Thx for the Patti LuPone for this amazing performance 😭

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Burn With Me

EvilQueens!WandaNat x Maid!Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha is having a bad day. You've tried everything until you finally bring her to Wanda for help.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, sexual themes, candle dripping, N calls W Mistress, Dom/sub dynamics

A/N: I don't think I've wrote Nat as a sub before so I hope this is okay. This was the request I couldn't get posted. I lost the request in the process so I'm sorry :(

Queen Natasha had been in a foul mood all day. Her usual commands had been curt, her eyes sharp with frustration. You tried your best to help her, but nothing seemed to alleviate her tension. She rebuffed your attempts at soothing her with quiet conversation or a gentle touch, leaving you feeling helpless and unsure of how to proceed.

It wasn’t until the evening, when her agitation reached a peak, that you decided to take a bold step. You led her to Queen Wanda’s chambers, hoping that Wanda could provide the relief Natasha so desperately needed.

You knocked softly on Wanda’s door, your heart pounding as you waited for her response. When she opened the door, her eyes softened at the sight of you and Natasha, immediately understanding the situation.

“Come in,” Wanda said, her voice gentle and inviting.

Natasha entered first, her posture rigid with tension. You followed, closing the door behind you. Wanda approached Natasha, her hands reaching out to cup Natasha’s face, her thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.

“Natasha, my love,” Wanda murmured. “What’s wrong?”

Natasha’s eyes closed briefly, as if savoring the soothing touch of Wanda’s hands. “It’s been a difficult day,” she admitted, her voice strained. “I can’t seem to shake off this anger.”

Wanda’s gaze flicked to you, a silent question in her eyes. You nodded slightly, conveying your willingness to help in any way you could.

“Y/N,” Wanda said softly, “stay with us. It’s important that you see this.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. Wanda’s hand slipped into Natasha’s, leading her towards the bed. She sat down, pulling Natasha onto her lap, her arms wrapping around her waist in a protective, loving embrace.

“Let me take care of you,” Wanda whispered, her lips brushing against Natasha’s ear.

Natasha’s tension seemed to melt slightly under Wanda’s touch, but you could still see the tightness in her shoulders, the way her hands clenched and unclenched restlessly. Wanda’s eyes met yours, and she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N,” she said, “come closer.”

You obeyed, moving to stand beside the bed, your eyes fixed on the queens. Wanda’s hand slid up Natasha’s back, her fingers weaving through her hair, pulling gently. Natasha’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“Do you trust me?” Wanda asked, her voice firm yet loving.

Natasha nodded, her breathing becoming more even. “Yes, Wanda. Always.”

Wanda’s grip tightened in Natasha’s hair, pulling her head back slightly, exposing her neck. “Good,” she murmured. “Then let go for me. Let me take control.”

Natasha’s body shivered slightly, but she nodded again, her submission palpable. Wanda’s other hand moved to Natasha’s chin, guiding her into a slow, deep kiss. You watched in awe as Natasha, usually so dominant and in control, surrendered herself completely to Wanda’s care.

Wanda broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire and authority. “Strip,” she commanded softly.

Natasha obeyed without hesitation, standing and quickly shedding her clothes. You couldn’t help but admire the way she moved, her strength and grace evident even in her vulnerability. Wanda remained seated, her gaze never leaving Natasha’s form.

When Natasha was fully undressed, Wanda gestured for her to kneel. Natasha sank to her knees, her eyes lifting to meet Wanda’s, filled with a mix of trust and need. Wanda’s fingers traced the line of Natasha’s jaw, her touch both tender and commanding.

“Y/N,” Wanda said, her eyes flicking to you, “come sit beside me.”

You moved to sit next to Wanda, your heart racing as you watched her dominate Natasha with such ease and affection. Wanda’s hand slipped into yours, her fingers entwining with yours as she continued to caress Natasha’s face with her other hand.

“Natasha,” Wanda said softly, “do you need to be punished, or do you need comfort?”

Natasha’s eyes closed briefly, as if considering the question deeply. “Comfort,” she whispered, her voice almost breaking. “Please.”

Wanda nodded, her expression softening. “Lie down, my love,” she instructed gently.

Natasha lay on the bed, her body relaxed yet tense with anticipation. Wanda positioned herself beside her, her hands roaming over Natasha’s body with slow, deliberate movements. She leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Natasha’s neck and shoulders, her touch soothing and sensual.

“Y/N,” Wanda said, her voice a gentle command, “help me comfort her.”

You moved closer, your hands hesitating for a moment before you reached out to stroke Natasha’s arm, your touch mirroring Wanda’s gentleness. Natasha’s eyes opened briefly, meeting yours with a look of gratitude and vulnerability that made your heart ache.

Wanda’s lips found Natasha’s again, her kiss deep and loving. You continued to caress Natasha’s skin, your touch light and comforting. Together, you and Wanda enveloped Natasha in a cocoon of affection and care, easing her tensions with every touch and kiss.

Wanda let her hand slip down between Natasha’s legs, making the redhead spread out and gasp slightly. Wanda’s fingers gently ran over Natasha’s slick folds. You watched carefully as Wanda made Natasha squirm underneath her.

“Y/N. Can you grab the candle from the side table?” Wanda asks, getting your attention.

You reach over and grab the candle, handing it over to Wanda who smiles as she takes it from you. Slowly tipping it and letting it drip onto Natasha who moans out from the contact. Before Natasha could register it Wanda was pistoning two fingers into her, arching up.

“Fuck....Mistress...” The word slipped so easily off Nat’s tongue that you almost didn’t realize it was said.

“Already baby? Go on.” Wanda smiles, letting more hot wax drip down over her nipples and torso. Moans spilling out that you knew meant Natasha was falling over the edge.

As the night wore on, you witnessed a side of both queens you had never seen before—a deep, unbreakable bond built on trust, love, and mutual respect. Natasha’s dominant façade melted away, revealing a woman who craved and cherished the comfort only Wanda could provide.

In that intimate moment, you realized the true depth of their relationship, and your place within it. You were more than just a maid or a plaything; you were a trusted confidante, a witness to their vulnerability, and a cherished part of their lives.

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Stephen: "Wanda your children aren't real"

Her Honest Reaction:

[pretty-little-mind33]

i miss the maximoff twins every day.