summary: vi who takes a liking to you. (just a little too much) cw: sfw & nsfw, men & minors dni!! obsessive stalker!vi, sort of clueless!reader, perv!vi, modern au, mentions of alcohol + past abuse (?), service top!vi, sub!r, oral (r!receiving)
vi, who meets you at some random bar in zaun—vi, who practically saves your life from some old man who couldn’t take a hint. she didn’t care that she just got kicked out of her favorite bar, didn’t care about the bloody sting of her knuckles either. she just wanted to make sure you were okay.
vi, who starts to show up everywhere you do. it’s not like you think much of it, though. she’s sweet—and the part of town you guys live in isn’t that big. she soon became one of your close friends, of course—who wouldn’t wanna be close with someone like her? she’s so sweet and caring, so pretty, so strong—
vi, who is normally such a flirt, always so charming and handsome—yet she’s such a nervous puppy when it comes to you. her face is always flushed a pretty shade of pink as she stumbles over her words (and feet), trying to figure out what makes you laugh.
vi, who shows a little too much concern when you start to feel like you’re being watched, who starts to stay at your house to “protect” you. she sleeps on the couch in your living room, claiming that she doesn’t mind—though her back aches each morning.
vi, who gets a little too drunk at a bar one night, stumbling into your room while you’re sleeping, her mind turned to mush just by the sight of you curled up into a ball under your blankets. so cute, she thinks to herself. just one look won’t hurt—you won’t even realize, you’re so clueless.
and she was right—you don’t even mention the pair of underwear stolen from your laundry basket the next morning.
vi, who holds you while you cry, who comforts you when you say you’re scared. scared of whoever has been following you around for the past few months, scared that they’ll eventually get you. things like this had happened previously—a few years back with a creepy ex girlfriend of yours. you don’t even think about the culprit being vi—no, she’s too nice. she doesn’t have the heart to do that.. right?
vi, who can’t accept the fact that she is a bit perverted—telling herself that each time she shoves her hand down her pants when you leave is just her relieving stress—and not the fact that she’s completely obsessed with you.
infact—right now, she’s sprawled out on the couch, boxers pulled down to her knees as she muffles her whines of your name into a pillow. she thought you had left for work already—but apparently not, because she can hear your soft footsteps in the hallway. shit. shit, shit, shit.
she’s sitting up and pulling her boxers on, wiping her fingers on the couch just as you appear in the living room—greeting you with a warm smile. “uh—morning..” she chuckles nervously, face flushed red as she tried to act like her needy little hole wasn’t dripping just for you.
“morning, violet,” you would yawn, rubbing your eyes before plopping down on the couch, leaning against vi. it was a common thing for you to do, if anything you were almost clingy—always pressed against vi in some type of way when she was near. but right now? you’re sick. it’s just a cold, really—but you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.
vi, who doesn’t mind making you feel better when your sick.
her head is buried between your legs, the bump of her nose nudging against your clit as you tug on her hair, letting out nasally whines. she didn’t know how long she had been at this—but it didn’t matter. you had called into work, and she definitely wasn’t stoping anytime soon.
“shit! vi!—” your thighs clamp around her head, heel digging into her back as you practically use her face to get off, cumming for what, the third time? you had lost count. but god—you tasted heavenly. vi was sure she wasn’t moving. ever. and she definitely couldn’t tell you about the mess in her pants.
vi, who never admits that she was the one stalking you—but that’s fine. she’s not very good at hiding things.
note: please tell me if this is tagged incorrectly!! I normally don’t post my fics
