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I want a plot with a stalker please they have a mask on and like startle this woman,say she has been really lonely and her husband left her not to Long ago so she is going through a divorce, in the middle of the night she hears something and get up,she has no idea she's been stalked for weeks now,the stalker ofc a woman because of your preferences,is going to like pin her to a wall and silence her saying she doesn't want to hurt her,there is a light buzzing sounds from somewhere and they pull it out and press it against her clit because of course,she will be in a silk nightgown (Thank you)

An Unhealthy Obsession

Cw: Stalker!Vi x Divorced!Reader/ dubnoncon (TW!)/ Fingering (r!recieving)/ Spanking (r!recieving)/ Vibrator use (r!recieving)/ Hair pulling (r!recieving)/ Finger/Cum sucking (r!recieving)/ Aftercare

A/N: This is a bit of a long one, but I was really getting into it with this one, and it's for my friend and she deserves a treat. If you enjoyed please like a reblog! Also let me know if you want a part 2.

You walk inside your apartment and kick off your shoes with a sigh. After a long day you just want to sit down and relax, maybe drink a little too much wine and watch corny RomComs, but a stack of paperwork catches your eye on the coffee table. The final divorce paperwork. You groan and plop down onto your couch, rubbing your eyes before grabbing a pen to sign the last of the pages. You’ve been unofficially separated from your ex-husband for a year now, but the finality of legally separating makes the crushing loneliness you’ve been feeling even heavier. A year ago, your ex decided his much younger intern was a better match for him, and he left you. After years of commitment and sacrifice. Deciding you’re too tired and upset for this you decide to have wine anyways, but as you’re pouring yourself a glass of your favorite red wine something across the street catches your eye. Someone standing still and unmoving, but as you move closer to inspect who that may be, the person turns around and walks towards the building behind them. You shrug it off; it was probably a tenant of the other building getting some fresh air.

Three glasses of wine deep and three episodes of some cheesy series later you’re feeling buzzed and a little turned on. Stumbling your way into your room you slip out of your work clothes and into a sexy little slip to get yourself in the mood. It’s been way too long since you’ve gotten your rocks off and felt desirable. Who says you can’t feel desirable to you? You feel around under your pillow, searching for your trusty bullet vibrator. Pulling it out you take a deep breath, stroking the deep purple silicon with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It’s been so long since you’ve done this, preoccupied with a divorce and all. You settle against your pillows, getting ready to turn on the toy, when sleep unexpectedly pulls you under fast, eyelids growing too heavy to open again.

Cold air hits you first, waking you up. You’re still a little groggy from sleep and the wine, but when your eyes land on your open window you are stone cold sober and wide awake. You sit up very slowly, trying to calm your racing heart, which is beating so loud you miss the creaking of a floorboard. With shaky legs you stand to close the window, which you are absolutely certain you locked, even if you didn’t..how could it have opened? You look around outside your window for any sign of foul play, which you find none of, so you close the window with a sigh of relief. Must’ve been the wind after all. However, your relief is short lived as you finally hear that floorboard creak, the only floorboard that creaks is by your closet. You whirl around to find your worst nightmare come to life. A large shadow stands in the corner, and before you can scream or run the figure rushes to you, putting their hand over your mouth and pushing you against the wall.

“Ssh Ssh, settle down, I’m not going to hurt you cupcake, I would never.” They coo, wiping their thumb under your eyes to wipe your tears. Upon further inspection, they seem to be a woman. She’s muscular, tall, tattooed, and wearing a ski-mask, her blue eyes and a tuft of pink hair stick out. So an attractive woman, but still an intruder, so you don’t feel any less terrified than before realizing all of this.

Little did you know that Vi has been following you for weeks, always at a distance, and nothing too obvious that you would catch on. She met you weeks ago at the bar, she noticed you immediately. Drawn in by your captivating beauty she had decided to talk to you, which made her even more infatuated the more you talked. You were one of the most intelligent and interesting people she’s ever met. She had only intended to follow you once, to make sure you got home safely the night she met you, but one night turned into two, which turned into a week, which turned into six weeks of following you around and watching you sleep from outside of your window. She never came inside, she was a creep but she wasn’t that big of a creep. Her promise stayed until tonight, when she watched you try and fail to masterbait. So she took pity on you and decided it was time to reveal herself and give you some..help..She had left the window open on purpose to wake you, having noticed over six weeks you’re sensitive to temperature change.

Your chest heaves as you stare at the woman before you, breasts practically spilling out of your slip. “What are you going to do to me?” You try to ask with conviction but it comes out all weak and shaky,muffled beneath her palm, betraying your fear that you are failing to conceal.

Vi tilts her head slightly, as if she was confused as to why you’re scared- when she literally broke in- and shifts her hand down to your jaw so you can speak easier. “I said I wasn’t going to hurt you, didn’t I?” She says with a slight chuckle, which you find more attractive than you will allow yourself to admit in the moment.

You furrow your brow and huff, “And how am I supposed to believe the woman who broke in and is pining me to my wall?” You buck slightly, testing to see how strong her hold is, only to accidentally grind yourself against her jeans in a disgustingly delicious friction. Your breathing gets slightly heavier to try and mask the pang of arousal that shoots through you, making your belly feel warm.

She responds with a smirk, “Well I didn’t hurt you all the other times I’ve been to your apartment now have I?” That response sends a cold chill down your spine, this woman has been in your house..multiple times, and you hate you don’t know how to feel about that. On one hand you’re terrified, but on the other she has a point. She’s been here who knows how many times and you’re unharmed. She continues, “I just saw your pitiful attempt at coming earlier and thought you might need some assistance..” She trails off, letting the implication of her words hang thick. One of her fingers slowly trailing up your thigh, your breathing gets heavier, knowing where this is going but hating that you might enjoy it. Something buzzes to life on your thigh, your vibrator. Vi draws teasing circles with it on your thigh, making you gasp, glancing up at her nervously. Your eyes meet and you can see the want in her eyes, you can’t help but settle slightly. It really doesn’t seem like she will hurt you. “You’ll let me help you out, right sweetheart?” Vi says with a slight head tilt.

You don’t respond for a beat, considering your options. “If I say no…will you go away?” The question comes out as a whisper. The corner of her eyes furrow in disappointment, but she nods, stepping back half a step. You take a deep breath, feeling more in control, then making up your mind you nod. “Okay, you can, but I don’t want to see you ever again, especially outside of my window.” The second the words leave your mouth you’re bent over your bed, your slip ridding up your ass to reveal your soaked lacy panties.

“Look what we have here…you’re all wet from a stranger manhandling you? What a bad girl.” She chuckles and spanks your ass hard, making you bite down hard on your lip to muffle any sounds that might come out. Vi kneads your cheeks with an appreciative grunt, her fingers bordering on painful as she grips your skin, then she slowly pulls your panties down and spreads you open. She takes her time observing your needy glistening pussy, making you wiggle impatiently. She spanks you again, “Settle down, brat.” She snarls, making you go still. But she decides to be kind and turn on the vibrator again and puts it right on your swollen clit. Your hips jerk wildly, a moan tearing out of your throat at the blinding pleasure, making you bite the sheets. Vi tsks, yanking your head back, wanting to hear every noise she pulls out of you. The vibrator goes in tight little circles on your clit, the only thing you can focus on is the pleasure coursing through you, making pitiful moans and whimpers. You’re so distracted you don’t feel Vi stroking your weeping hole until she pushes two long fingers into you. You let out a choked sob, arching back into her pumping fingers, still moving the vibrator against your now sore clit. The double stimulation is hurling towards the edge with rapid speed, you don’t even notice how loud you’re being as her fingers rub your g-spot with mind numbing accuracy. Vi takes her fingers out of you, instead stuffing her sopping fingers into your mouth. You suck her fingers, sobbing with how close you are as she slowly pushes the buzzing vibrator into your sopping hole. It’s not long before your legs start to shake, your skin hot as you moan around her fingers. Vi keeps it in you even as you start to orgasm, making the waves of pleasure overwhelming. Sticky discharge drips down your twitching thighs when she finally pulls it out of you and steps back. You lay there, too spent to get on the bed all the way. You think she left, until you feel her wiping your still sensitive pussy down with a tissue, helping you into bed.

You wake in the morning, feeling more lax than you have in months. Groaning, you wipe down your face, the events of last night momentarily forgotten as you think of your plans for the day. Then as your eyes slide around your room, your eyes land on a glass of water and a note on your nightstand. With shaky hands you pick the note up.

“Make sure you drink and rehydrate, especially after last night. I’ll stand by my word, you’ll never see me again. Stay safe, cupcake." -your secret admirer.

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