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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Kinktober 2023 | Marvel Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Scarlet witch x fem!reader

Genre: smut & angst

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kidnapping, gagging, degradation, biting, spanking, slapping, fingering, overstimulation, g!p (conjured), face fucking, oral (bj), anal play, restraints, orgasm denial, sub/dom dynamic, dubcon

Summary: When Wanda seeks out your comfort one late night, you willingly oblige. However unbeknownst to you, the older woman has been changed by her recent shortcomings and has plans for your new role in her life.

A/n: I want to preface this by saying that THIS IS A DARK FIC, meaning the themes of it can be triggering and will not appeal to some. Read at your own risk, and please avoid if you believe anything in the warnings will negatively affect you.

In the darkness of the room you were being kept in, time was hard to keep track of and left ample room for crazed thoughts to run rampant. You'd been here for what you could only assume had been a couple of days. The shackles - attached to the ceiling, forcing your body to remain upright - dug painfully into your wrists' sore, tender flesh. Nothing could have prepared you for this. For what you'd endured in the last days, and who the one causing it would be.

When Wanda approached your doorstep late at night, you hadn't known her intentions. You'd been ignorant to think the loss of her children would have had little effect on her, so you let her in and offered comfort in the one way you always had with her - using your body. When you woke up the following morning, you'd expected to be greeted by an empty, dishevelled bed and aching muscles. However, the moment your eyes opened, your muscles were strained, not just from the excursions that took place but from the effort it took to hold up your body.

There was a dim red light glowing in the corner of the room. When your sleep-addled vision cleared and adjusted to the dark setting, you saw the shrouded figure emerge. It was Wanda, but now her stance vastly differed from the night prior. She stood tall, her strides purposeful and her gaze predatory.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," the redhead's lips lifted at the sides, forming an alluring yet daunting smirk.

"What's going on?" you hurried to ask, "Why am I here, Wanda?"

There was nothing behind her eyes resembling the softness you used to see. The witch was cold and callus, walking around you, her nose pointed upwards, inspecting your nakedness and dismantling you under her gaze.

"You're here to listen and obey," she mused, her tone bored and unbothered.

The chains rattled as you fought against them, almost losing your unsteady footing, "I don't understand. Wanda, let me go. This isn't you."

The redhead appeared in front of you in an instant. Though she wore a faint smile, it was not mirrored in her eyes - that remained displeased.

"You don't know what I am anymore." There was anger behind her words, as though this new persona was something she was forced into becoming. Her inky fingers sought out your jaw, etching fine scarlet lines down your throat until she stopped and wrapped her hand around your neck, "You will listen, and you will obey." She repeated.

"I-"

Before you could get another appeal out, your airways were forcefully closed, and your nipple was roughly pinched. The silent whimper you let out seemed to intrigue Wanda, and she repeated the action on your other nipple, extracting the same response.

When she lowered her head and soothed your swollen tit, running her tongue in circles, you couldn't help the small appreciative moan you let out. The sensation was welcome, overshadowing the dull ache in your legs and arms, planting the seeds of satisfaction and desire, so much so that you closed your eyes and momentarily forgot where you were.

The air filtered back into your lungs as Wanda eased her grasp on your neck, and you let it circulate through your body with each shaky inhale and subjugated to the fleeting euphoria running through your veins.

"Stop!" you shrieked abruptly, eyes flinging open, wrists wrestling against your restraints once more.

The witch surged up, and her hand collided with the side of your face. The harsh slap left your cheek stinging, tears blossoming in your eyes. The pain was barely registered and loomed behind the initial shock of what had just happened. You wanted to touch where she had hit you, soothe the reddening spot, but the chains above you were unrelenting and echoed what Wanda had said, 'obey.'

Burning fury painted emerald eyes red, and now, you were terrified. With a jerk of her wrist, material was wrapped around your mouth, stopping you from making any other unsanctioned demands.

The fear that danced in your eyes extinguished some of the anger in Wanda's. With an eyebrow raised, she waited a few seconds for you to stop fighting against your gag before raking one hand through your hair and craning your head back. With your neck fully exposed, the older woman drew her head down and bit.

The mix of pain and pleasure licked every nerve ending in your body and cleverly distracted you from the hand wandering south until it was too late. Two slender fingers thrust inside you, and instantly, your hips bucked with a keening cry. A small fire bubbled inside you, starting in your chest, working its way down to your stomach, and finally settling scorching blue between your legs.

"You're so wet," Wanda whispered hotly into your neck, starting to pump lazily into your tight channel, "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

Staring up at the ceiling, you watched the metal chains sway in time with your grinding hips. This was wrong, you knew it. However, your body did not. The older woman was right; you were dripping. You'd felt the treacherous arousal pool in your sex the moment Wanda walked in, sizing you up like her next meal.

She was dressed in red, tight trousers and a form-fitting body piece that actuated her curves in all the right places. This combination of her new style and the intoxicating power she wielded had damned you from the get-go. You just hadn't wanted to admit it.

Now, with her fingers prying soft whimpers and mewls from you, there was nothing left in you to deny yourself further from what you wanted. Wrapping a leg around Wanda's leather-clad hips, you held tightly to loops of cold metal, leaving outlines of o's along your palms. Hungry teeth continued to gnaw at your neck between intervals of sucking and pinching nibbles.

The pressure on your arched spine dissipated when the hand in your hair moved to your raised thigh. It pulled you closer, and you let out a mangled cry when the palm of Wanda's hand touched your neglected clit. Hardened nipples brushed against rugged leather, and the delicious friction sent another wave of arousal to gush from your filled cunt.

Then, all movement stopped.

You thrashed against unmoving fingers, seeking out the orgasm that was near in sight, but the pleasure paled compared to the overpowering stimulation you received moments ago.

"So desperate." Wanda sniggered, emerging from your bruised neck, "So greedy."

She watched as you tried to get yourself off on her stubborn fingers, face screwed together in frustration. Watched as your eyes silently begged her for more. Smirked when tears burned in your eyes, and you let out choked sobs from behind your gag.

"You want to come so badly, don't you?" she taunted smugly, pulling her fingers out and ignoring your sobbed-out whine, "Open. I want you to taste your filthy cunt." she pulled down the saliva-coated material and held her wet fingers to your closed lips.

The heady smell filled your nostrils, and saliva gathered in your mouth. You wanted so badly to lick her fingers clean, to hear Wanda moan again much like she did the night prior, but the realisation that doing as you were told would be giving up the one bit of power and control you had left made you turn your head away in disdain.

A wicked cackle bellowed through the dark room, making you cringe and attempt to scarper away. The sight was most likely pathetic. You, naked, dripping down your legs and aimlessly kicking your feet off the ground with limited space to go. It only made Wanda laugh harder.

"Pitiful," she muttered, looking you up and down, "I'll be back tomorrow."

She turned, took a few steps, and suddenly, you felt like you could breathe again. That was until the older woman doubled back, shoved her fingers into your mouth and used her other hand to open your jaw. The force with which she had thrust her fingers into your mouth left you gagging and coughing, and still, Wanda refused to remove her fingers.

"Suck," she growled.

And only after feeling bile rise in your throat did you relent and obey.

Every night, Wanda would visit, cast warm rays of red over the room, offer food and water and ask the same question.

"Are you ready to behave?"

Regardless of your answer, she would do as she wished, much like the first night. You wanted to hate it, to hate her, hate yourself for the pleased sounds you let out, for enjoying something you know you shouldn't, for slipping up and becoming pliant one too many times. You needed it. You needed her. Though she was the one who would, time and time again, rip away your release, she was also the only person who could give it to you.

Over the span of the following days, your willpower lessened and lessened. The idea of giving yourself to the witch to end this torment became more and more attractive. She'd made it clear that surrendering to her would have its reward but never made apparent what that reward would entail. But to your weak mind, your fighting legs and swollen wrists, anything seemed better than what you were enduring.

So after one too many nights of being denied, when asked the question, you conceded and gave your capture what she wanted, whatever that may have been.

You met her gaze as she walked in and made your decision known, "I'm ready."

Without batting an eyelid, Wanda undid the restraints. The metal clicked, your arms slid out of the cuffs and with nothing holding you upright, your body crumpled to the floor. Tingles ran through your legs as the sensations returned to them. It was near orgasmic, feeling the assuaging tension dissipate.

When you could curl and uncurl your toes without pain, you gradually gravitated back upright until a pressure pushed down on your worn-out shoulder, forcing you to the floor again. Your knees smacked the hard concrete with a shattering thud, and you let out a pained groan.

"I want you on your knees," Wanda commanded, menacingly looking at you like a speck of dirt on her shoe.

Wanda dug the sole of her shoe harder into your shoulder, blanketing your muscles in searing pain. Fighting against your body and the redheads to remain steady in your position, you steeled your spine and secured your tongue between your teeth. Seething in pain seemed a better option than curling up into a little ball, which would only antagonise your delicate situation. Glancing up, it was hard to ignore the change. Between her legs, poorly hidden by tight leather trousers, was a prominent bulge.

"You're going to suck my cock like a good little bitch." Wanda announced, raising a brow and waiting for a complaint.

Of course, you knew this was another test to determine whether you had taken heed to what she had demanded of you. The role of being submissive surprisingly came easy to you. So far, all it entailed was remaining quiet and complacent, something that wasn't exceptionally difficult. A slanted smirk and the yielding weight off your shoulder was confirmation enough that your submission was taken gratuitously.

In the blink of an eye, Wanda - towered over you still - was fully undressed. As always, you found yourself exploring the plains of her glorious figure with your eyes, taking count of all the scattered freckles and beauty marks, travelling up and down creamy thighs and finally honing in on the generous peaks jutting from her chest. The contours of her body were beyond breathtaking. She was the image of perfection.

It was odd to feel such fondness towards your capture, but with a history of joyous nights wrapped in one another, complications arose and left you stranded far beyond the borders of confusion.

Reading you like a book, Wanda's face lit up. The faint colouring on her cheeks reminded you of the lost woman who was haunted by her past and yet still held so much love in her heart, the woman who was a hero, who, without question, would sacrifice herself for the greater good. She was still there, lurking in the depth of this new hardened exterior. But trying to reach her was a mission for another day because as quickly as her old self was there, she was gone.

Her foot finally met the ground alongside its twin, and now, directly in your eye line was Wanda's erect cock. It was far bigger than any you had seen or taken, standing proudly, nothing short of eight inches. A step forward had the end of her brushing against your lips, pre-come wetting the textured skin salty. Your whole body stiffened, and your jaw tensed.

"Uh-uh," she took her hardness into her hands and eased it between your lips until muscle memory took over and your mouth opened.

In an instant, the tip of her cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You were being forced to devour her full length at record speed, causing tears to sprout with each passing gag. Filthy moans and sucking sounds filtered through the room, and soon, Wanda was fucking your face harder and faster, not caring about the death grip she had on your hair or the bruising she was causing to your throat.

"Such a good little slut." she praised.

Tongue flattened on the underside of your mouth, you traced ridged veins and treasured the snap of Wanda's neck, which was thrown back blissfully. Hard as it was to admit, you got lost in it. In the feeling of pleasuring this divine woman. Fell into the electric rhythm of her stiff cock and the sound of her low groans.

Ribbons of warm sticky come filled your mouth as Wanda let out a feral howl. She pulled out and finished unloading herself all over your face. The taste wasn't unpleasant. It was salty and bitter, faintly familiar yet entirely new. Nevertheless, with the witch's seed smeared all over your face and present in your mouth, you felt dirty and wanted to rid yourself of the feeling entirely.

"Don't even think about it," Wanda warned, clamping your jaw shut with one hand and pinching your nostrils shut with the other, "Swallow."

Nails cut deep into your nostrils, etching moon crescent outlines into sweat-clad skin. If you didn't choke, you'd surely run out of air trying to fight an unwinnable battle. You admitted defeat, tasting the saltiness trickle along your throat and feeling the last bit of pride you were clinging onto shrivel and melt away. Then came the tears. Fat, burning, free-flowing tears.

"You're only making this more fun for me," the older woman sneered, releasing your nose and using the hand on your jaw to harshly cast your head aside, "Bend over, ass in the air."

There was no time to recover, no time for thinking twice. You'd have barked, performed tricks, and eaten out of a bowl if asked. So, you bent over and let the cold air lick your exposed cunt, whimpering as fingers teased through your sensitive folds.

Faint shuffling sounds were heard from behind you, and then, with no prior warning, metal slipped between your legs. Whilst it slid through fluids, clear insight into what was about to happen struck. The plug skimmed rearwards, teasing your back entrance. It was cold, sending shivers up your back and eliciting a whimper from you.

"Relax," Wanda ordered. Her voice softened before she spoke again, "If you don't, it will hurt."

With a steady hand, Wanda pushed the plug inside you, twisting to ease the intrusion. As quickly as the gentleness in her actions came, it vanished. The plug thrust into you, and a crackling cry left your lips. Soft lips drowned out your sob, and a demanding tongue plunged into the depth of your warm mouth.

A steady heartbeat thrummed over your back, and pointed nipples grazed your shoulder blades, replacing the uncomfortable pressure with bubbling exhilaration. In this position, the slick tip of the redhead was felt against your sex, and it took all your might not to lean back into the tantalising contact.

Slowly rolling her hips, Wanda pulled soft moans and whimpers from you as she toyed with the plug, twisting and turning it, and began marking your neck with blotches of red. You endured this teasing for endless minutes, listening to steady breaths intensify, feeling hips circle faster and more uncontrolled and eventually letting your moans and whimpers grow in volume.

Behind you, Wanda was coming apart, and you were being made to remain still and serve your purpose. Except, you didn't want to. The ache between your legs throbbed. Over gruelling days, you were brought to the edge multiple times and hauled back before you could reach your well-needed peak. The searing need to come was too much, and all you could do was throw a silent pity party, blow out your candles, cry salty tears of exhaustion onto tooth-rotting icing and hope that your complacency would earn you your heart's desire.

"Please," you whispered, pushing back to alleviate the mounting yearning in your core.

The plea earned you a swift spanking, and the privilege of using your hands was removed. Your hands flung behind your back, and rope secured them together. Without anything holding you up, the side of your face collided with the cold floor, and seething pain crept all over your face.

The dull ache in your needy pussy multiplied ten folds, and something told you it was not only your body's doing but a different force entirely.

"You feel that?" Wanda remarked with a laugh, "That's what it will feel like if you try and take matters into your own hands again."

The limit to your submissiveness ceased to exist. You were putty in Wanda's hands; you'd do anything for her, to her, let her do anything to you because you needed this, whatever was about to take place, you knew you wanted.

Though you'd adjusted the darkroom long ago, picking apart all the various scattered objects, a chair in the corner, the door to the side, chains hanging from above, you sought comfort in not seeing anything. Eyes closed, the irreparable desire halted, embers danced with stars painting a night sky, and inner turmoil transmuted into a calming yet eager readiness. Wanda traced your entrance, never entering, only prodding and then sliding up and applying almost-there pressure to your clit.

Your mind's eyes closed, settled back into the present seconds passing by, and homed in on every sensation. The cold air licking your hardened nipples, the concrete floor hard and pressing against your flushed cheek, the warm body hovering above you, the puffs of air tickling your upper back.

It was then you were rewarded with the delicious stretching of your tight canal. Inch by inch, Wanda filled you, taking her time, savouring how you clenched and tightened around her. Clinging to the rope secured over your wrists, you wedged your bottom lip between your teeth and held back from screaming out in unadulterated bliss. It felt so right, despite being so wrong, to be filled entirely, to be used for one single purpose, to have to earn what felt like the one thing you needed, would ever need.

And that was how it happened. As Wanda launched into a full assault, pounding into you, fucking you hard and deep, you decided this was your fate, to be hers wholeheartedly, to listen and obey for however long she would have it that way.

Wanda seized a handful of your hair and tugged you up. Using her new anchor, she pushed deeper into you, each thrust ending in her thighs slapping against the back of yours. Thrashing and seizing, you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching with each hit of her cock sliding against your g-spot and hadn't the slightest hesitance in what to do.

"Can I come?" you pleadingly asked, each word broken by a forced jerk of Wanda's hips.

"Look who's learning," she tweaked the plug between her fingers, pulling it in and out, and you felt it everywhere. Your whole body shook and burned alight. All your brain could comprehend was pleasure, "Do it."

The floodgates crashed open, and you let out a keening cry. Days. It had been days of being denied this. This glorious, unparalleled utopia of endorphins running rife, heart beating so hard your chest feels as though it may collapse. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, heaven after hell. It was all you ever wanted to know.

Your climax seemingly never came to an end as Wanda continued driving into you, her speed the same, vigour growing more and more bestial. Nothing was tangible anymore; only the repeat slaps tenderising your ass that jerked you back to consciousness. You heard your screams accompany the witch's grunts and felt molten tears stream down your face, but the last thing you remembered was the final push that had you falling over the edge with your eyes rolling back into your head and Wanda unloading herself inside your tight walls.

When you woke up, you were in a familiar position, arms held up, legs barely holding your weight. A body pressed to your back, and instantly, you calmed and fell into the welcoming presence. Wanda's sultry voice spoke from behind you, asking only one thing: "Are you ready to behave?"

And with no hesitation came your answer, "Always."

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limarieb · 7 months

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currently thinking about reader, who’s notoriously grumpy and angry all the time, being tough around everyone except their girlfriend, wanda…

although you’re seemingly grumpy with everyone else, you never appear to have any complaints about her. (maybe you’re biased, though... or maybe she's just better than everyone else.)

your anger never manifested physically, though; you only ever fought with your words or actions, like the silent treatment or harsh glares. after years of therapy, you have gotten better at keeping your comments to yourself until you were in a safe place to vent them out. you used to write in a journal before wanda; however, now that she’s in your life, she has offered to be your sounding board for all of your issues because she knows how much it all truly affects you.

while she completely and utterly loves you for who you are (personality and issues included), there are some things that she tries to implement in your daily life in order to further help you with your irritability. for example, she introduced a system for creating healthy dialogue so you avoid getting too heated, either at someone else or when you're simply ranting to her, and saying or doing something you might regret. she also implemented a traffic light system in regard to your emotions and irritability levels: red meaning "don't want to talk" or "too pissed to speak," yellow meaning "i'm not very happy right now, and i want to get it off my chest," and green meaning "i'm doing okay at the moment."

after a few weeks of doing a trial run with the system, she also began to use it; not only with her own issues, but for setting a boundary for herself if she was not in the headspace to provide you the support you may have needed.) so far, these changes have truly worked wonders for maintaining a healthy relationship with wanda, promoting the necessary honesty and communication.

when you do decide to talk to her about something that was bothering you, she would always make the time to listen to all of your rants about everyone and everything being dumb and stupid, whether it be over text or in person. it wouldn’t be mere passive listening, either; she would actively listen to your voice and try to provide advice when needed. if she figures advice isn’t what you need in the moment, she’ll just affirm your feelings and cuddle with you until you calm down a bit.

and you just accept all of her affection — no questions asked. with wanda, you find you actively seek physical touch and words of affirmation, unlike in the past. the second she touches you, even in a non-sensual manner, you absolutely fold. she can't help but adore how soft you have become around her, and she's grateful you have grown comfortable enough with her to simply feel your feelings around her.

(and may the gods above forbid any of the team members mention your newfound softness with the witch, for then they must face the wrath of your anger and her protectiveness.

sam entered, discovering her cuddling you on the couch in the compound's living area one day and decided it was the funniest sight. so, he naturally made a joke about it, stating how she must be the one who "wears the pants in the relationship" despite the personality differences.

"you better start running," the only words that left the sokovian's lips, eyes turning scarlet red.

he scrambled away, and you simply snuggled her closer.)

one of the best dates she planned, in your humble opinion, was “stress-reliever” themed. you both were having a… not very good week, so she decided that the two of you would take the day off to focus on yourselves. she took you to a rage room, in which the two of you took turns smashing everything. afterwards, she drove you both to a secluded picnic area, where you both wrote your deepest woes and secret onto a plate and then smashed them into tiny pieces and proceeded to eat your feelings with all of your favorite foods, which she packed.

she has learned over the course of your relationship that your anger and irritability was a product of both your genetics and your family. not that it has bothered her, because truly it hasn't — you've been nothing but kind and loving toward her. although, wanda, with her inherent empathetic nature, can't help but feel upset sometimes that you had to endure all of that unhealthy hostility while growing up. she just internally hopes that she has helped heal some of your inner child, at least.

occasionally, you have doubts about yourself, thinking you, in all of your 'darkness' and rain-like moods, were not worthy enough to be dating someone like wanda, who you viewed as the practical embodiment of sunshine. she reaffirms the depth of her feelings for you (and all of your various rants) each time you begin to feel like this, stopping the negative thoughts before you begin to truly spiral. she also takes the time to remind you her life is not always ‘sunshine and rainbows,’ given her history in sokovia and then hydra; and, yet, you still love her the same — so why would it be different for you? (it's during times like these that you appreciate how your girlfriend is a literal witch.)

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a/n: well, i promised, didn't i? enjoy this "little" drabble as a little treat since my interview for that graduate school program went well!

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year

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Avengers Cast x Male Reader

Request - Ok so can I request avengers cast x Male Reader R has worked with all the avengers cast before and has played as the love interest of them in different movies but he finally debuts as Danny Ketch Ghost Rider in doctor Strange 2 (I haven't seen it but let's say he makes a cameo) and the fans are loving him and are going crazy when it's announced his also gonna get his show that's gonna ma15+ and when Marvel release the trailer for R's ghost rider show all the fans are going crazy.

You are at Comic-con with the Avengers cast. They are answering questions from the fans and talking about upcoming projects. You are sitting between Elizabeth Olsen and Benedict Cumberbatch, you get along with everyone. A fan asked you a question...

“Hi, Y/n. Umm is it true, you did other movies with everyone from the Avengers?” She asked.

“Yes, that is true. With Cobie Smulders, I played her cheating husband, then with Elizabeth Olsen, I played her boyfriend in a time period movie. Then I played Scarlett Johansson’s husband in a movie but I died. But I did work with everyone in the Marvel cast” You smiled.

“Today, we will show a cameo that is what is expected in Doctor Strange 2,. So here is the first look of Danny Ketch, also known as Ghost Rider,” Sam Raimi said.

The lights get dim. The video starts to play Scarlet Witch fighting Doctor Strange, but they stopped because they hear someone…

“Is your friend?” Doctor Strange asked.

Ghost Rider is on his motorcycle and he gets off the motorcycle. Then Ghost Rider takes out the whip.

“No. But I don't care I will fight you or him” Scarlet Witch said.

“Avengers? Fantastic Four? X-Dudes? They can all kiss my bony, flammable ass." You said.

Ghost Rider was about to fight then the video stopped.

“Ghost Rider will be played by Y/n. And Ghost Rider will get his own series and will be rated as mature” Sam Raimi said.

Everyone starts to cheer then Elizabeth hugged you. Fans started to ask questions about Ghost Rider and you answer each question.

After the Q&A, you took pictures with fans and signed autographs. Then you take a break with Benedict.

“Everyone seems to be happy that you will be Ghost Rider,” Benedict said.

“I’m just this time Ghost Rider will be accurate like in the comic books. If he wasn't accurate then I would have given up on the role. The fans did like the cameo and I'm happy about that. Plus we are going to get to see a different side of Danny, but that goes along with the storyline like in the comics” You said.

“I’m guessing, Ghost Rider is your favorite hero?” Benedict said.

“Good guess, but yeah. Since I was a kid, Ghost Rider has been my favorite. I have action figures and comic books. Anything related to him, I would buy it” You said.

“I know you will do great as Ghost Rider. Can't wait to keep working with you” Benedict said.

“Thanks” You smiled.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

Weeks Later… you have been doing interviews for your role as Ghost Rider. The fans are liking the outfit and Ghost Rider’s form. You are doing an interview with the cast

“Is Ghost Rider going to meet the Avengers?” the host asked.

“Yes, but not in a nice way. All I can say is that he will not follow Steve Rogers's rules” You said.

“I had to film a few scenes with him and Scarlett. We think the fans will like how our characters meet” Chris said.

“The fans can't wait to see that. Y/n, have you always been a fan of Ghost Rider or have you found out recently who he is?” the host said.

“I have always been a nerd when it comes to Ghost Rider. He is my favorite character and I'm glad the movie and the show will be accurate to his storyline” You smiled.

“He has told me many Ghost Rider facts that I didn't know. For his birthday, I got him a Ghost Rider poster and t-shirt, and he stop smiling about it” Scarlett said.

“That was a cool gift” You smiled.

Much later, you went out with the cast to eat. Some fans did take pictures with you then you signed a few autographs.

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You are on set filming for the Ghost Rider show. You took a selfie with Elizabeth, Chris Evans, and Scarlett Johanson, and it was posted online. Everyone is liking the outfit of Ghost Rider. In the picture, you have on the jacket and you have the chains around you.

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reaper2187 · 3 months

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Wanda maximoff x female reader

Long story so prepare

Chapter 1: Unexpected Allies

The world was a kaleidoscope of conflicting ideologies, especially in the wake of the Sokovia Accords. Tensions ran high, and the Avengers, once a united front, were now divided. Team Iron Man pushed for oversight, while Team Cap fought for autonomy. In the midst of this chaotic conflict, Y/N found herself thrust into a war that demanded she choose a side.

Clint Barton, her closest ally, had dragged her into this mess. Clint knew Y/N was reluctant to engage, but he also knew that her abilities could tip the scales in their favor. As the daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins, Y/N possessed unique powers, each one a reflection of her dark lineage. Her introverted nature made her a silent storm, one that rarely spoke but acted with precision.

Standing in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, Y/N watched Clint approach. His face was a mixture of determination and weariness.

"Y/N," Clint said, his voice a low whisper. "We need you. Stark's team is stronger, and without someone who can level the playing field, we don't stand a chance."

Y/N's gaze met his, her eyes reflecting a stormy mix of emotions. She wasn't one for words, preferring actions to speak for her. After a moment, she gave a single, resolute nod. Clint's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you," he said. "Let's go. The others are waiting."

As they made their way to the rendezvous point, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that this conflict was only the beginning. Little did she know, her world was about to intertwine with that of a certain Scarlet Witch.

Chapter 2: First Impressions

The abandoned airstrip was the chosen battlefield. Team Cap gathered, each member a testament to defiance against control. Steve Rogers stood at the forefront, his shield a symbol of their cause. Beside him, Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, exuded a quiet strength, her eyes betraying the turmoil within.

When Y/N arrived with Clint, all eyes turned to her. The silence that followed was heavy, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Steve stepped forward, offering a welcoming smile.

"Y/N, right?" he asked, extending his hand.

Y/N nodded, shaking his hand firmly. Her eyes flickered to Wanda, who was watching her intently. There was something about the way Wanda looked at her, as if trying to unravel the enigma that was Y/N.

"Welcome to the team," Steve continued. "Clint speaks highly of you. We could use your help."

Y/N simply nodded again, her eyes briefly meeting Wanda's before she looked away. She felt an odd pull towards the witch, a connection she couldn't quite place.

"Y/N," Wanda said, her voice soft yet commanding attention. "It's good to have you with us."

There was an unspoken understanding in Wanda's words, a recognition of the power that both women held. Y/N responded with a small, appreciative smile, a rare expression for her.

As the team discussed their strategy, Y/N felt Wanda's presence beside her, a comforting proximity that made her feel less like an outsider. Despite the looming battle, Y/N couldn't help but feel a spark of something new and unfamiliar.

Chapter 3: Battle and Bonding

The clash was inevitable. Team Iron Man arrived, their presence a stark contrast to the rebels. The ensuing fight was a blur of motion, power, and resolve. Y/N found herself in the thick of it, her abilities creating chaos among Stark's forces. Her masculine presentation and silent demeanor made her an enigmatic figure on the battlefield, one that demanded respect and fear in equal measure.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N found herself fighting alongside Wanda. The two women moved in sync, an unspoken synergy guiding their actions. Wanda's hexes complemented Y/N's destructive force, creating a whirlwind of power that left their opponents scrambling.

At one point, Y/N saw Vision targeting Wanda, a blast of energy aimed directly at her. Without a second thought, Y/N intercepted, her body absorbing the impact. Pain surged through her, but she stood her ground, protecting Wanda with every ounce of strength she had.

"Y/N!" Wanda's voice was filled with concern as she helped her to her feet. "Are you okay?"

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Just… focus. I'll be fine."

Wanda's eyes softened, and for a brief moment, Y/N saw a flicker of something more than concern. She felt a warmth spread through her, a strange comfort in the midst of battle.

As the fight raged on, Y/N and Wanda continued to protect each other, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. By the time the dust settled, both women were exhausted but victorious. Team Cap had managed to hold their ground, albeit at a great cost.

Chapter 4: Connection

In the aftermath, the team regrouped in a safe house. Y/N sat in a quiet corner, nursing her wounds. Her introverted nature made her a solitary figure, but she didn't mind. She preferred the silence, the calm after the storm.

Wanda approached her, a soft smile on her face. "Mind if I sit?" she asked.

Y/N shook her head, motioning for Wanda to join her. The silence between them was comfortable, a shared understanding that words were not always necessary.

"You were incredible out there," Wanda said after a while. "I've never seen anyone fight like you."

Y/N shrugged, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Just doing my part," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's smile widened. "You're modest. But I can see the strength in you, Y/N. Both in battle and within."

Y/N looked at Wanda, her eyes searching. "You're strong too, Wanda. More than you realize."

There was a moment of silence, the air between them charged with an unspoken connection. Wanda reached out, her hand gently covering Y/N's. The touch was warm, comforting.

"Thank you," Wanda said softly. "For saving me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, the sincerity in Wanda's words resonating deeply. "Anytime," she replied, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling within her.

As the days passed, Y/N and Wanda spent more time together, their bond growing stronger. They trained, fought, and confided in each other. Wanda found solace in Y/N's presence, a stability that anchored her in the chaos of their world. And Y/N, for the first time in a long while, felt understood and accepted.

Chapter 5: Revelation

The conflict continued, each battle bringing new challenges. But through it all, Y/N and Wanda remained steadfast, their connection a source of strength.

One night, as they sat by a crackling fire, Wanda turned to Y/N, her expression serious. "Y/N, can I ask you something?"

Y/N nodded, her gaze meeting Wanda's. "Of course."

"Your powers… they're different from anyone I've ever seen," Wanda said. "And I've seen a lot. What are they? Where do they come from?"

Y/N took a deep breath, the weight of her lineage pressing down on her. "I'm the daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins," she began, her voice steady. "Each one of them gave me a part of their power. It's… a lot to handle."

Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, but there was no judgment in her gaze, only curiosity and understanding. "That explains a lot," she said softly. "But it must be a heavy burden to bear."

"It is," Y/N admitted. "But it's also a part of who I am. I've learned to live with it."

Wanda reached out, her hand gently squeezing Y/N's. "You're not alone, Y/N. You have us. You have me."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude and something more. "Thank you, Wanda. That means a lot."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. There was only the two of them, a connection that transcended words and actions.

Chapter 6: Harmony

The final battle was upon them. The stakes were higher than ever, and both sides knew that this could be the end. As Y/N and Wanda prepared for the fight, they shared a moment of quiet reflection.

"No matter what happens," Wanda said, her voice filled with determination. "We'll face it together."

Y/N nodded, her resolve matching Wanda's. "Together."

The battle was fierce, each side fighting with everything they had. Y/N and Wanda moved as one, their synergy a force to be reckoned with. They protected each other, their bond a beacon of hope in the chaos.

As the dust settled and the last echoes of the battle faded, Y/N and Wanda stood victorious, their strength and unity undeniable. The conflict had taken its toll, but they had emerged stronger, their bond unbreakable.

In the aftermath, as they stood side by side, Y/N turned to Wanda, a rare smile gracing her lips. "We did it."

Wanda smiled back, her eyes shining with pride and affection. "We did."

In that moment, Y/N realized that she had found something more than just an ally in Wanda. She had found a kindred spirit, someone who understood her in ways no one else could.

And as they faced the uncertain future, Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. In the chaos of their world, they had found harmony in each other.

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