christmas special, wife!vi, fem!afab!reader, oral (reader!receiving), vi is a munch, christmas, smutmas

when vi said she wanted breakfast in bed on christmas morning, you didn't know exactly what kind of dish she'd meant

vi had asked for breakfast in bed last night—

"babe, can we have breakfast in bed tomorrow?" vi murmured into the crook of your neck then inhaled, breathing the scent of you in.

"on christmas morning?" you replied, eyes closed.

"mmm... yeah," her thumb began absentmindedly rubbing slow, gentle circles on your stomach, "'s that okay?"

"if you're okay with getting up a little late, yeah."

—but you hadn't expected the main course to be you.

groaning as you were coaxed out of sleep by wandering hands, you began to rub your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up.

when they finally focused, there was vi at the foot of the bed in all her glory—eyes watering, hair tussled, and completely naked—kneeling between your legs.

"violet?"

she panicked at the mention of her name and her hands scrambled off of you, powder blue eyes avoiding your gaze and fingers now holding the edge of the bed instead of you.

"I—I'm sorry, I just, you looked so good and—please? need you, need t' taste you," she rambled out pathetically.

before you could even let out a quick yes or no—although "no" wasn't really a word you ever used with vi—she was pulling down your panties, gripping your thighs again, and already attaching her lips to your cunt.

you both moaned as she made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves, and your fingers moved to tangle themselves in her now messy red hair, choking up as she lapped at you.

"s'fuckin' good, mm, lov' this pussy," she sobbed into your cunt with her mouth full of you.

her hands slid from the top of your thighs to your folds and parted them hastily. her tongue dipped in, and then after she got the slightest taste pushed all the way inside of you.

"v—i! ngh, too much," you protested although you didn't want her to stop.

"'m sorry I need'y, fuck—love you—fuckin' love you."

you felt that familiar coil in your stomach threatening to unravel as she relentlessly attacked your hole. the heady mix of your lingering drowsniess, her skilled tongue, and her nose bumping your clit every time she moved to lick you up was driving you insane.

"I'm gonna cum, please, don't stop!" you whined, pushing her head down as you tried to get her impossibly closer.

vi, ever the gentleman, took this as an opportunity to go faster.

with a silent scream, your eyes rolled back and you gushed all over, juices spilling onto her tongue, the sheets, her face, and your thighs.

she only stopped when you started whining and gently pushing at her head, unable to take anymore regardless of how amazing she was making you feel.

gf!vi, kitty!fem!reader, pet names, reader has ears and a tail, a/n—just an idea because it was my ex's old pet name for me (no pun intended)

gf!vi who calls you kitty like it's always been your name.

gf!vi who instinctively shifts so you fit better and your tail's in a comfortable spot when you curl up next to her, her thumb rubbing small circles into your side absentmindedly.

gf!vi who notices your moods immediately. If you go quiet, she gets softer, if you're clingy, she pays a bunch of attention to you, and if you're playful, she smiles and indulges you.

gf!vi who lets you steal her hoodies even though they're all literally the only things she wears. she pretends to complain, but we all know she secretly loves seeing you swallowed in them.

gf!vi who calls you "good kitty" when you do literally anything from bringing her a drink to falling asleep on her chest.

you who nap better with her hand resting on your back. she stays still even if her arm goes numb just because she doesn't want to wake you.

gf!vi who kisses the top of your head right between your ears constantly.

gf!vi who loves when you sit on the floor between her legs. she leans back on the couch, fingers absently playing with your hair while she talks.

gf!vi who smiles every time you make small content noises like hums, sighs, meows, and purrs around her.

gf!vi who's stupidly proud of being your owner. she brags about it constantly to everyone she knows—even her coworkers.

"this is the fourth time today you've brought her up. do you ever think about anything else?"

"no," vi smiled, brushing her coat off to get one of your whiskers to fall off of it. "she's my favorite part of life."

fluff, sukuna, gojo, megumi

werewolf!vi, fem!hunter!reader, vi has fangs and claws, fluff, tooth rotting fluff, a/n—in my opinion this was very rushed, but I wanted to put some new material out for the 25th. merry christmas!

wolves were blamed for everything from killed sheep to torn fences and bloody game in the snow during times of famine. people didn't care if it was sickness or bandits or plain bad luck, because a large, fanged beast was easier to hate, fear, and kill than any virus or particularly perilous weather—

and that was precisely why they sent you.

you weren't cut out for the job in any way, but you were all your village piltover had. everyone else had gone missing or gotten mutilated after venturing off into the woods, and they believed maybe that your way with animals could stop them or ideally drive them away.

so there you were, walking through the frost covered woods by foot with a musket in hand and a plethora of layers clinging to your body.

you found it just past the tree line after what felt like hours of walking. a big black wolf, fur dulled with blood, with its chest rising fast.

one paw was tucked tight to its body, trembling, and when it lifted its head its gray-blue, almost powdery eyes caught the moon. they were much too soft for the monster you were warned about.

although every human instinct in your body was protesting, you stepped closer. just to get a better look, you thought. then you'd kill it.

it growled as you inched nearer, but the sound was weak and more scared than anything else.

"hey. I'm not—I won't hurt you." you murmured and slowly set your gun down where it could see it.

you lied to yourself and said it wasn't softness, but a pout tugged at your lips as you saw its brows furrow.

its ears flattened as if it could understand you and she tried to stand only to fail, a sharp whine slipping out before it could stop it.

your chest tightened painfully as you examined her, now realizing she was a girl, because monsters weren't supposed to sound like that. she was no scarier or crueler than the common family dog.

you saw the thorn then, long, sharp, and buried deep into her paw.

"oh you poor thing," you whispered before you could help it.

she snapped and her teeth flashed when you reached for her but there was no real bite behind the action. you let her sniff your hand first, her wet nose bumping your fingers, and she stilled and you froze.

what was she doing? was she going to tear your face off? was the thorn minor and just a trick to get you closer? would she—

she licked your fingers then and managed to stand, leaning against you for support.

"okay, okay, I've got you," you laughed as you held up her weight.

you brought her back to your cabin. you shouldn't have, you knew that much, but you did.

once you got inside, it took patience and a lot of soft words, but you pulled the thorn free from her paw eventually. she yelped and jerked, then nuzzled into you, still whimpering a little.

"I know I know honey, It's over."

you cleaned the wound the way you would've for a dog. you used warm water from the sink, a cloth from your linen closet, and a bit of ice to soothe the pain.

when you decided to clean her fully and coaxed her into the restroom, the bath that followed was very clumsy. she hated the water at first, all shaky and nervous, but relaxed once the dirt started to run off her fur in dark rivulets. the black gave way to a soft sheen, and she leaned into your hands as you scrubbed, tail thumping once against the tub when you scratched behind her thick ears.

after throwing about three towels over her to cover her entire body, you left her to dry and walked to the kitchen to prepare food for the both of you.

the house was dark, and it was cold, sure, but something felt even scarier as you opened the pantry. your hair prickled up, and then it happened.

"you're stupid, y'know that?"

you yelped and spun around only for her to grab you by the waist, howling in laughter at your fear.

you looked her over in an attempt to search for a solution or way to get away and then accidentally realized exactly who she was.

black hair with slightly red tips, powder blue eyes, and only wearing bandages and pants.

"oh man, that's great. did you think I was gonna eat you or something?" she chuckled and let you go after you regained your balance.

"so I refuse to kill you, take you back to my cabin, take care of you, bathe you, and start cooking for you and this is how you repay me?" you snapped, crossing your arms.

she leaned in then, fast but slow enough to give you time to pull away, and crashed her lips into yours.

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highschool!delinquent!vi, fem!reader, christmas, fluff, sneaking in, patching her up, strangers to kind of crushing, soft, header art by @lovelooksgudonu

it was 3:48 am when you heard four frantic knocks at your door and a loud, muffled "open the door!"

you stood in the kitchen downstairs, milk and cookies in hand and wearing nothing but a tshirt, socks, and pajama pants.

you weren't sure who it was or why they sounded so panicked at this time of night on christmas eve of all days, but you knew you knew them and so you complied.

as soon as the door flung open they pushed you forward, closed and locked the door on a few more people you didn't have time to make out, then fell on top of you causing you to spill your milk.

"hey! wh—"

"hey uh, it's vi."

of course it was.

she hovered atop you with her hands on either side of your body, your hair splayed out as you looked up at her.

"so, care to explain why you barged into my houde at 3 am with like, no explanation?" you rolled your eyes, rolling over to push her down and get up. "great, and now I have to clean this up," you whined as you eyed the puddle of milk forming around your now broken mug.

"okay okay I'm sorry, look, a few topsiders were chasing me and I didn't have time to get back to my side of town so I went to the only place I knew over here... yours." she explained, propping herself up on her elbows as she stayed on the floor and watched you.

"and why were they chasing you? did you do something bad again?"

"no!"

"why's your no sound like a yes?"

"... yes."

"are you ever gonna grow up?"

you'd known vi since before you both could walk, but as the years went on and your parents parted ways, you did too. the only reason she still lingered close enough to the area by your house was because she'd managed to shuffle her way into piltover's accelerated highschool after a lot of tutoring from vander and even more studying.

she was older now obviously and more toned, her muscles visible even underneath her winter coat and shirt and the loose strands of her red hair falling a little too perfectly onto her face.

"it's not my fault you topsiders can't take a few jokes, all I said to the guy was that he looked like more of a sumprat than m—"

"okay I'm not a topsider, and if you keep this up the school board's gonna kick you out," you laughed, shaking your head at her while she got up.

she grabbed a few paper towels from the kirchen and started to help you, sighing as she kneeled onto the floor and soaked up the spilled white liquid.

"you're turning into one."

you rolled your eyes.

"anyway, how's your family? do jinx and vander still adore me or have they forgotten me?"

she howled with laughter and you swatted her to shut her up, earning a quick "ow!"

"the hell was that for?"

"it's 3 am and my parents are sleeping!"

"oh yeah, well to answer your question they're all good except mylo, he got in a pretty bad accident at his mining job and yes, I think they like you more than me sometimes, and they don't even see you all that often."

"oh and how's that girl," you paused to think for a second, "caitlyn, right?"

"she asked me out but... I don't know yet," she sighed and got up to throw away the paper towels.

you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy bubble up in your chest at that, and mentally facepalmed when it showed on your face.

"what?" she raised an eyebrow and gave you that knowing smirk.

"nothing."

"it's never nothing with you, cupcake."

"shut up." your cheeks reddened.

"let me guess, is this about before? y'know, when you crushed on me all those years ago?"

"oh please, like I'd ever want someone as idiotic as you."

"is that why," she placed her hands on either side of you on the counter, leaning in to press a long kiss to your jugular, "your pulse is jumping f'me?"

"vi," you swallowed thickly, looking off to the side to try and avoid her gaze.

she clearly wasn't amused by this, though, and pulled your jaw firmly but gently to get you to meet her eyes.

"is this okay?" she whispered, searching for any sign of uncomfortableness on your face.

"yes."

and with that, she crashed her lips into yours, letting out a deep sigh into your mouth as she finally got what she wanted.

you hummed at the taste of cigarettes and something rich and sweet in her mouth, reaching a hand up to tangle your fingers in her hair.

when you finally pulled away to catch your breath, a string of saliva still linked your lips together.

"so, does this mean I can stay the night?"

"vi."

transmasc!butch!husband!vi, fem!depressed!reader, vi uses he/him pronouns and masculine terms, comfort, hurt comfort, comfort no hurt, a bit angsty, soft, tooth rotting fluff, mental health awareness, depression, mentions of medication, a/n—I need to up my meds probably, and to raise awareness of depression I wrote this. please enjoy!

national hotlines—988 for america, 131114 for australia, 741741 unknown country but responds in english and spanish. please reach out if you're feeling low or in danger, I added this as I know times have been very tough for all recently. I love you

you were miserable. every day felt worse or the same as the last, work never seemed to cease, and even when you seldom did get a break the only thing you had energy to do was lie in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

the office had let you off for a week because of your "outstanding work," and by the second day you still hadn't moved from your position on the bed unless you absolutely had to use the bathroom or get water.

the depression had gotten so bad you didn't even cry anymore, just... stared. at your phone, at the ceiling. sometimes at nothing.

the sound of metal rattling made its way through the house as your husband fumbled with the door, finally free for the weekend after a long friday. he mumbled a small "fuck" as he got in and struggled to lock it, and a part of you wanted to smile but you were just far too tired of everything to even bring the corners of your mouth to quirk up.

"baby?" vi called out. he sounded tired, but he still had that warm lilt in his tone that only came out when he spoke to or about you.

you didn't reply, but eventually after checking all your other usual spots—the couch, your shared home office, and the backyard—he gently opened the door to the bedroom and found you.

"oh cupcake," he frowned and sat down on the plush duvet.

"hi..." you managed to get out from your place under the covers, only your eyes and up visible as your fingers held the fabric down.

calloused, warm fingers reached up to move your hair out of your face and he sighed.

a moment of silence passed.

"c'mon, I'm not letting you waste another day off in bed again."

before you could protest he peeled the comforter off of you, picked you up bridal style, and set you on the couch.

you whined in protest but didn't have the strength to grt up, giving up with a sigh and roll of your eyes.

"we're ordering your favorite food, I'm gonna cook that recipe jericho gave me that you love, I'm gonna put on those stupid but cute dog compilations you love to watch, I'm gonna call your doctor to ask if the medication is working well enough, and then when I'm done with all of that we'll watch your favorite movie and cuddle. you don't even have to say yes, I will make this happen if I have to." he rattled off tasks, counting on his fingers as they added up.

"why can't I just stay in bed?"

"because you always stay in bed, and all you do in bed is overthink and get sad and then we both get sad because I'm sad you're sad."

"..."

"..."

"fine."

"yes," he smiled, picking up his phone and doordashing your usual order.

the rest of the night went on as planned and you started to gradually cheer up. you weren't cured by any definition of the word, but life felt a little less heavy and a little more livable as he took care of you.

by about 11 pm, you were snuggled up in his arms on the couch, the scent of his cologne infiltrating your senses and relaxing you.

"I really love you, y'know," you murmured into his chest.

"I love you more than anything."

young!bf!elijah, young!fem!reader, tooth rotting fluff, playfulness, pre canon, mentions of androids, @shrektittymilk69 tagged as you requested

young!bf!elijah who loves to tell you all about his new inventions before he gets famous.

"honey, come look!" he yelled excitedly from your small garage.

"what is it this time, mr. kamski?" you smiled, teasing him.

"I think I'll call it... chloe. my first ever model."

"I like her."

"I like you," he murmured, peering into your eyes.

"oh shut up." you giggled.

young!bf!elijah who lets you meet his mentor amanda after much raving about her.

"remember not to focus too much on keeping your robots functioning but also your relationship," she interrupted and smiled, giving you a knowing wink.

young!bf!elijah who agrees to let you get a dog in exchange for taking care of him and persevering through all his late night projects.

"elijah, why is my christmas present... moving?"

"you're gonna love him?"

"him? ohmygodit'sapuppy!!!"

young!bf!elijah who's just as excited as you when he makes his big break and makes sure to take you out with his newly earned money.

virgin!19!reader, experienced!22!g!p!vi, vi uses he/him pronouns and masculine terms, nsfw, blowjob (vi!receiving), very brief handjob (vi!receiving), suggestive, loosely inspired by this, a/n—all I want for christmas, is vi's nu—I mean you. I meant you. stop it.

you learn how to deepthroat your boyfriend vi's full length and he loves every second of it

nsfw, bunny!vi, fem!reader, tribbing, heat, overstimulation, headcannons, pure pwp tbh, a/n—santa please send me a beefy butch for christmas

mindless bunny!vi who's drunk on fem!reader

bunny!vi who takes the phrase "going at it like rabbits" a little too literally

"mph—vi! I can't!" you managed out between moans, pawing at her chest with watery eyes.

"fuck, mm. please, need you s'bad," she sobbed out, clearly overstimulated but not ceasing her attacks on your cunts as she ground herself back and forth and back again.

bunny!vi who never, ever takes her heat suppressants. sure, she's the dominant one in the relationship, but she gets borderline pathetic every time she's in a rut.

"baby," she whined. she pouted, nipping at your shoulder gently. "need you right now. hurts."

you who always give in because how could you say no to eyes so adorable and a body so delicuously beautiful?

bunny!vi who has the strongest sex drive in the world. sometimes before you're even all the way through the door after returning from being out, she's already ripping your clothes off and murmung "please" and "I need to taste you"s.

bunny!vi who loves giving so much she can get off from it alone.

"vi, hah, I can't cum anymore." you mewled as she continued lapping at your cunt.

she didn't stop at this though and in fact started licking faster, her eyes rolling back in her head as your moans reached her ears.