I’d love love love pt3 of streamergfvi! You write her so well <3
streamer!vi hcs christmas special
part 1 part 2
warnings: nsfw 18+, fem!reader
pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine
author’s note: I had to rewrite it twice because my shitty computer was acting up so i'm not fully happy about how it turned out but i really hope you like it. merry christmas pretties ♡
streamergfvi: who didn't really care about christmas decorations but found herself following around an hyper excited and bouncy powder,arms full to the brim with boxes, each one threatening to spill over with the glittery treasures it contained
She found herself trying to balance her weight as powder sat on her shoulders in front of the christmas tree hanging the decorations to it.
''pow the tree is gonna fall over if you add another one''
vi groaned wrinkling her nose as she tried to get one of powder's braid out of her face.
''shut up you grinch''
powder just huffed focused on the task of putting the little elf on top of the tree, the younger sibling stretching out trying to reach the highest part of the fir making vi almost lose balance stumbling a little to the side
''stop moving so much!''
''well if you weren't so short...''
''you are shorter than me''
the two bickered as vander stared at them leaning agaist the kitchen's door frame, arms crossed and a fond smile on his face.
streamergfvi: who is incredibly competitive about snowball fights. her and powder have a little feud. their backyard, a canvas of white, is a battleground of strategically placed forts made of snow and colorful winter gear scattered about like the aftermath of a whimsical blizzard.
Their rivalry is legendary, a spectacle that has been the highlight of winter for the past few years. The neighborhood kids gather around the fence, their breaths forming clouds of anticipation as they whisper about the impending clash of the snow titans.
This year, you've decided to join in the fun, throwing your hat into the ring with Powder. You've been watching their snowball battles from the sidelines, sipping on hot cocoa and offering moral support, but the time has come to immerse yourself in the frosty fray.
The moment the fight begins, it's clear that Vi isn't going to go down without a fight. She charges towards you and Powder, her snowball arsenal at the ready. As she hurls the first volley, you both dodge and retaliate, sending your own icy projectiles flying in her direction. The snow crunches under your boots as you run and duck, the cold sting of the snowflakes on your skin only adding to the thrill.
"Hey, pretty''
vi calls out, her voice a mix of teasing and challenge as she aims another perfectly-formed snowball at you.
"You think you can beat me with those little snow pebbles?"
"Oh, this year you are going down, shortie!"
Powder shouts back, her laughter ringing out like a bell in the crisp winter air.
But vi isn't one to be outdone. She takes advantage of your momentary distraction, and before you know it, she's sneaking up on you from behind.
"Gotcha!"
she exclaims as she tackles you to the ground, the impact sending up a cloud of powdery snow that surrounds you both.
You're laughing too hard to protest as she straddles you, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"Surrender, darling,"
she says, her breath warm on your cold cheek as she holds a snowball over your head.
"You know I'm the king of snowfights"
"Never!"
you reply, trying to push her off, your laughter turning into a playful growl. You wiggle and squirm, trying to break free from her firm grip, but she's too strong.
Powder, noticing your plight, hurls a snowball at Vi, which hits her square in the back.
"Cheap shot!" Vi yells, releasing you to retaliate.
This gives you the perfect opportunity to escape her grasp. You jump to your feet, a snowball in hand, and throw it back at her. It hits her right on the forehead, leaving a perfect white imprint.
"Oh, it's on now!"
she says, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She wipes the snow away, her grin unyielding. It ends up with you straddling her lap asking her to ''beg for mercy'' as powder fill her jacket with snow.
streamergfvi who never lose the change to push her hand in the back pocket of your pants even when you are out in public. And when you playfully glare at her she just
"What?" she give your ass a little squeeze feigning innocence.
"It's cold out here!"
"Well, if my pocket is such a warm sanctuary, I might just have to charge rent,"
you tease, giving her a sideways smirk. She rolls her eyes dramatically, but the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth betrays her feigned annoyance.
"Rent, huh?"
she says, her voice a low purr as she leans closer, her breath ghosting against your cheek.
"What's the going rate for such prime real estate?"
"Oh, I don't know," you muse, playing along.
"Maybe a kiss for every squeeze?"
Her eyes widen for a moment, as if surprised by my boldness, before she laughs heartily, her whole body shaking with the sound.
"Is that a deal, then?"
The crowd bustles around you, a mix of laughter, chatter, and distant car horns.
"Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself in public,"
you say, though your voice is laden with affection.
Her hand retreats from your pocket, but only to slide around your waist, pulling you closer.
"You drive a hard bargain," she murmurs, her voice dropping to a whisper that only I can hear. "but it's worth it for that ass."
your laughter rings out again, a sound that never fails to make vi smile. She presses her cheek against your shoulder, her arms tightening around me.
"I'll be good," she promises, her breath warm against your neck.
"For now."
streamergfvi: who hates christmas songs but always ends up humming them whenever she gets lost in thoughts. When the two of you are alone, you can't help but laugh at the sight of her mouthing the lyrics. It's like watching a grumpy cat wearing a Santa hat. And when she catches you watching, she'll blush, a little embarrassed.
So, you lean in and whisper,
"You secretly love it,"
and she rolls her eyes
''shut up''
streamergfvi: who never lose the chance whenever the first notes of "All I Want for Christmas is You" waft through the air from some distant holiday playlist and you two are together, to mouths the words "All I want for Christmas is you,", a smug grin on her face as she points at you
streamergfvi: who is addicted to hot chocolate, it gets to the point it's almost concerning, the moment the first snowflake graces the ground, she's in full-on hot cocoa mode. She has collection of mugs that would put Santa's workshop to shame. marshmallows of every shape and size, whipped cream in canisters, and an assortment of chocolate chips that could fill a stocking.
But what she love even more is drinking it with you (she secretly adds more whipped cream to your mug just to make it more difficult for you to drink it without getting some on yourself)
You took a sip, trying to be dainty about it, but the whipped cream was just too tempting. It clung to your upper lip, a sweet little mustache that vi found absolutely adorable. She couldn't help but let out a soft giggle as she set her own mug down and leaned in. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her warm breath brushed against your skin as she tenderly licked the whipped cream from your nose. Her smirk widened into a grin, and you felt your cheeks flush.
You decided to play along, you leaned in closer, your sweet breath mingling as you looked at her battling your eyelishes
''thank you baby''
you whispered and you knew you've got her where you wanted by the way her breath hitched and her eyes gazed hungrily at your shiny lips. you let her almost close the gap but as soon as her lips brushed against yours, you pushed your finger, that you previously used to scoop some whipped cream, against her cheek pulling yourself back
"Two can play at this game,"
you whispered, a mischievous glint in your gaze.
gently, you traced the line of the whipped cream from her cheek to the corner of her mouth, painting a sweet path that you couldn't wait to follow. Her eyes still locked on yours, as you slowly briought your finger closer to your own mouth. With an exaggerated show of temptation, you sucked the whipped cream off, savoring the taste as it lingered on your tongue.
"Mmm, you taste so sweet''
her eyes flashed with need and you suddendly found yourself pulled onto her lap as she kissed you passionately
''i'm gonna cover you in whipped cream and lick you clean''
she whispered in your ear
streamergfvi: who let you convince her to wear matching christmas hairband for her christmas stream special.
You were casually lounging on her bed, your fingers dancing across the screen of your phone, searching for some holiday inspiration to sprinkle onto vi's upcoming Christmas stream special when a pop up advertisement caught your eye, a picture of candy cane-themed hairbands.
you looked at vi seated across from you, her back against the bed's headstand while she edited a video for her youtube channel on her lapton perched over her lap, you couldn't help but giggle imagining how she would look wearing it.
vi tore her gaze from the screen of her laptop and arched an eyebrow at you, a small smile curling her lips
''what's so funny?''
she asked as you pulled yourself up to sit on your knees in front of her and held the phone up in front of her. She let her eyes roam over the screen before a smirk formed on her face.
''Yes''
she said without even thinking about it
''yes?'' you asked surprised
''yes you would look incredibly cute in one of this, you want me to buy you one?''
you rolled your eyes
''I want us to wear it, for your christmas stream special''
Vi couldn't help but chuckle at the suggestion, a playful glint in her eyes as she took in the image of the candy cane hairbands.
She leaned forward, setting aside her laptop, and reached for the phone to get a closer look. "You want us to match?" she teased, her voice filled with amusement.
"Come on," you said with a grin
''what about my reputation? the chat is gonna give me hell about it''
you just pouted knowing full well she couldn't resist you ready to hit her with your secret convincing weapon
''please violet? please please please'
you looked at her battling your eyelishes and pushing yourself closer to her
''not fair'' she mumbles trying not to look at you as a blush painted her cheeks.
and that's how she found herself in front of the camera, a pair of candy cane-themed hairbands on her head and a scowl on her face as she read the chat. You giggling seated on her lap.
@/Ekk0: man bat your eyes three times if you are in danger
@/piltiespinerc: vi looks like an evil elf
@/sevikunt: she is also as short as an elf
streamergfvi: who runs as hot as a radiator and streams in a pair of grinch boxer and fuzzy socks set you gifted her and her hoodie. whenever you sleep together during winter it's like a battlefield because she pushes the blankets away in her sleep and you always need to pull them back up.
As the night wears on, the dance of the blankets continues. You, the recipient of her warmth, are engaged in a silent tug-of-war as she unconsciously kicks them off, leaving you exposed to the cold. Your limbs, accustomed to the warm sanctuary provided by the blanket fortress, scurry to pull the covers back up. The fabric whispers and shifts as you both adjust, trying to find a balance between your thermal preferences.
With a sleepy groan that is both endearing and exasperated, she rolls over, her eyes fluttering open just enough to reveal a sliver of hazy awareness. In one swift movement, she abandons the battle of the blankets, opting instead to use her own body as a human comforter. Her form, now a warm, heavy weight, settles over yours like a contented cat. Her head finds its place in the crook of your neck, her breath a gentle warmth against your skin.
Her words, muffled by the pillow and the weight of sleep, are a declaration of warmth and affection.
"Fuck the blankets,"
she murmurs,
"I can warm you up just fine."
And with that, she wraps her limbs around you, effectively trapping your body in a cocoon of love and heat. The battlefield of blankets is forgotten as you both sink into the warm embrace she offers, the chilly winter night outside now just a distant memory. The room feels smaller, but the bed feels infinitely cozier with her sprawled over you, her heartbeat a steady rhythm against your chest.
streamergfvi: who can't keep her hands to herself when you surprise her opening the door of your apartment in a elf costume. Vi mentioned to you once that she thought you would look really fucking cute in an elf costume and today you decided to surprise her. As the door to your apartment swings open vi's eyes widen in surprise and pure, unadulterated lust as she takes in the sight of you. Her gaze lingers on the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts peeking out from the tight green fabric, and the playful jingle of the bells adorning your hat and shoes.
"Look what Santa left me,"
she murmurs, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a knowing smile.
Before you can even answer, she's already closing the distance between you, her hands finding their way to your hips as she pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Your heart races as you feel her strong arms around you, the warmth of her body pressing against your own. The kiss deepens, her tongue exploring your mouth as if it's a place she's missed dearly. You melt into her embrace, letting out a content sigh.
Breaking the kiss, she looks into your eyes, a playful glint in her own.
"I think someone's been a very naughty elf," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
Without another word, she scoops you up and carries you into the kitchen, setting you effortlessly onto the cool kitchen counter. The suddenness of it all makes your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat. Your legs instinctively part to allow her closer, and she takes full advantage, stepping between them. Her eyes never leave yours as she leans in, the heat of her breath ghosting over your skin. Her voice is a low, seductive growl,
Her hands are everywhere, tracing the lines of your body with a familiarity that sends shivers down your spine. She runs her thumbs along the hem of your costume, pushing it up slightly to reveal more of your bare thighs. You can't help but whimper at the sensation, your body already responding to her touch.
Her mouth is a searing brand as it trails down your neck, leaving a path of kisses and nips that make you arch into her.
You lean back, supporting yourself on your elbows as she works her way down, her mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You can feel her hot breath against your skin, and it makes you squirm with anticipation.
''fuck violet please''
you moan throwing your head back
Her mouth finds its way to the apex of your thighs, and she kisses you through the thin barrier of your costume, making you squirm with need. The sound of the fabric tearing is music to your ears as she decides she's had enough of the foreplay and dives in, her tongue meeting your skin with a hunger that matches your own.
You grip the counter's edge, your knuckles turning white as she works her magic. The world around you fades away, replaced by the feel of her tongue swirling around your clit, her fingers pressing inside you, and the sweet, sweet friction that builds with each movement.
Your hips buck against her mouth, and she chuckles against your skin, sending vibrations through your core that make you shiver.
You're lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the desperate need for more.
Her rhythm is relentless, each stroke and suck bringing you closer to the edge. You're panting now, your hips rocking against her face as you chase that elusive peak. And when you finally reach it, it's like a starburst of sensation, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. She doesn't stop, though, continuing to kiss and lick until you're a boneless, quivering mess, your legs wrapped around her neck, holding her in place.
she smiles as soon you free her from the hand that had been gripping her hair, your legs relaxing allowing her to push her head back.
''I didn't know we were going for a naughty North Pole theme tonight."
streamergfvi: who asked you to celebrate christmas eve with her, vander and powder knowing you haven't talked to your homophobic family in years and would have probably spent christmas in your apartment alone.
After the icredibly delicious dinner vander cooked, for the first time in your life you felt like you finally belonged as you watched vi and powder wrestle over the remote cotrol of the tv while they bickered about the movie to watch.
''powder we are watching gremlins''
powder tried to reach the remote as vi stretched her arm in the air to prevent her from taking it.
''I'm not watching that stupid movie again''
violet smirked watching powder struggle
''why is that? you think you'll get scared and snuck in my bed in the middle of the night like when you were five''
powder jumped glaring at vi offended
''shut up that was one time''
as you watched them bicker some more you felt the tears fill up the corners of your eyes. ''maybe christmas isn't so bad'' you thought to yourself offering a small content smile to vi when she glanced at you.
streamergfvi: After you watched ''Home Alone'' (yes you teamed up with powder against vi) you and vi went to vi's room to exchange presents.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as you fumbled in your bag, your hands slightly trembling. You had been carrying around the little blue box for what felt like an eternity, the weight of it feeling heavier than any burden you had ever known. Inside was a set of shiny silver keys, attached to a keychain that had a tiny, delicate heart.
Finally, with a deep breath, you pulled out the box and placed it in her hand.
"Merry Christmas, Violet"
you said, trying to keep my voice steady, your heart thudding in your chest like a drum at a parade. She looked at you, a hint of curiosity playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes searching myours for a clue of what could possibly be hidden within the wrapping.
Vi gently tore open the paper, her movements deliberate, savoring the moment. The box revealed itself, and she lifted the lid with a soft gasp. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the keys, her thumb tracing the heart-shaped charm.
"What's this?"
she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and hope.
"It's… it's a spare set of my apartment keys,"
You began, the words tumbling out of my mouth faster than you could control.
"I want you to have them because… because I want you to move in with me. I know it's a big step, but I can't imagine my life without you in it, and oh god i had this speech prepared but i don't know i just I love you and i guess a want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep together every night...''
The room seemed to hold its breath as she looked at the keys, then back at you.
The silence stretched out, feeling like a tightrope walk over a canyon. And then, she broke into the most radiant smile, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Holy shit, really?"
she asked, and you couldn't help but let out a giggle.
"Really,"
you affirmed, taking her hand in yours.
"I want to come home to you every night, to wake up to your messy hair and the smell of burnt toast in the morning. I want to share our lives, our space, and our future."
Vi looked at you, her gaze unwavering, and then she threw her arms around me, the keys dangling from her hand as you hugged tightly.
"fuck yes,"
she murmured into your neck.
"I'd love to move in with you."
you spent the rest of the night cuddling in her bed, hands interlocked as you talked about your future together, a pair of silver matching rings she gifted you glinting in the dim light of her room. And as the snow continued to fall outside, painting the world in a fresh coat of white, you knew that with Vi by my side, this was going to be the best Christmas yet.
