More than just friends. (Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader)
Summary: you thought Wanda could be a very good friend for you, she didn't agree with that.
Warnings: implied stalking, implied violence, increasing obsession, use of mental manipulation, forced kissing, home intrusion, forced relationship. This is a dark story with dark themes, minors are not allowed. Only +18. This character does not belong to me.
Notes: okay so, at first this was supposed to be a dark! Wanda x reader x dark! Natasha Romanov, then I went for this. But if you'd like a second part with Natasha involved, then please let me know! Also, any kind of interaction would be appreciated, so thank you in advance and hope you enjoy. <3
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Wanda noticed you from the first moment, even though you hadn't even noticed her existence, at least at first. You were simply gorgeous, walking from one place to another and completely busy while you carried coffee, papers, documents, whatever was asked of you. The only thing she didn't like was how happy you were when someone thanked you or was nice and kind to you, and then asked you for one last little favor. It was obvious that it wouldn't be the last favor and that it was just an excuse to exploit you, but you didn't realize it.
Sometimes you were so naive that you made her angry. It started out extremely simple, you did your job and she had to stay inside Stark Tower with the other Avengers. It was more than natural that you met her from time to time. Then, after the first meeting Wanda started seeing you more often: she could lie to herself and say it was just coincidence, even destiny, but in reality she was purposely creating opportunities to see you. Before she knew it she had started fantasizing about things… about you. At first she even felt guilty because of it, then she convinced herself that she actually deserved one single good thing in life. She had lost everything, really everything.
And then she found you. It had to be a sign of some kind, right? So she started what you would normally call stalking, but no, for her it was obviously just checking up on you and watching over you. You had to be safe, when you were working she made sure no one could bother you, she would chat with you even if sporadically to cheer you up when you were in a bad mood and finally she always made sure you got home safe and sound. There had been times when you were in danger of not being safe, but she had eliminated the danger before you even realized it, like that man who was suspiciously following you down that dark alley.
Magically gone, and all for you! Who knows, maybe one day she would tell you everything she had done for you and you would thank her. Maybe with a tender kiss, who knows. Those thoughts that were swirling around in her head started to please her more and more, and more. The thought of being able to kiss you, touch you, even touch you and do more than just imagine you. She imagined that she could even wake up next to you, and that was the moment it clicked.
It was no longer enough for her to use her imagination or dream of having you by her side, or manipulate your mind in the women's bathrooms just to get a few kisses of affection that she had been craving since the moment she saw you, no. She wanted the real thing and she was about to have it, without the mental manipulation. She wanted you and she would have you, and that day had come. That night she had snuck out of Stark Tower, not that it took much effort really. She had to see you and make her dream come true. She heard the lock on your front door move and couldn't help but shiver with excitement. She felt your feet dragging on the wood after you locked the door, her good and diligent girl. So careful to keep danger out that you hadn't noticed what was inside your house. Wanda wore a small happy smile, getting up from your bed as you turned on the light. You had squealed in fear and then looked at her in shock. You had even asked her what she was doing in your house, that wasn't very nice. Wanda's smile narrowed until it almost disappeared, seeing you in your state of fear and fear. You were friends. In short, Wanda wanted to be much more than a friend and she certainly would have been, but you had told her that she was one of the few people you were truly comfortable with. You had said it shortly after she manipulated you in those bathrooms to give her a few passionate kisses, and she was happy. In short, it was a start for Wanda. Wanda approached without hesitation, she had every right to approach you, to touch you and kiss you. You were hers, she just had to make you understand, you were simply meant to be together. But you didn't want to understand it. The moment she took steps forward, you took steps back, backing up to the hallway and finally arriving at the kitchen. The further you moved away from Wanda, the more she felt hurt and ultimately the angrier she became. In the end, you had in front of you a completely annoyed and angry Wanda. Her red eyes shone in the dim light of your kitchen with the lights off and a few tears were rolling down your face: you didn't understand, what had you done wrong? It was painful for you to try, but you couldn't help but beg. "Don't hurt me, please… we- we are friends Wanda…" you barely whispered between broken sobs, and Wanda almost laughed in your face. "We are more than just friends, I've given you a lot of time to figure it out darling, but maybe I'm using the wrong method, I'll try another one now. Let's play a game together, you'll see I'll show you your true place."
