Ik this is silly but just imagine ballerina!Reader and Vi. Just like, imagine Vi helping you wrap your feet in bandages and you helping her wrap hands
Vi coming to all your shows with your favorite flowers, even if you play a minor part it’s still important
Vi coming to watch you practice in the empty studio, stretching with you (or at least attempting to. Some of the stretches you do get her winded)
Vi who thinks you look so pretty in your leotards and tutus, with your hair done up and pearls and jewels in your hair. She thinks you look stunning every time you get ready
Vi who will always massage your legs and get after practice because she knows you’re sore and hurting. She makes you soothing baths to help with your favorite salts, scents, and lotions for afterwards
Vi who has definitely tried to dance with you but isn’t as bendable as you and just gets cramps, but hey she will help you practice if needed. If you have a partner you gotta work with later and you need help on some of your parts and cues, she’s there. (She definitely also just likes catching you in her hands and holding you up in the air)
Vi who, because you’re so flexible, like to manhandle you into odd positions to fuck you in, just because she likes too
Vi who would give any change to try and fuck you in your costumes because you just look so gorgeous to her
Summary: It is difficult to take care of four children, especially when they are going through adolescence, but even your husband will not be able to escape on a special day.
Note: Many thanks to @eexphoria, for correcting my grammar mistakes, among other things <3
Note 2: I really enjoyed writing this family dynamic, maybe in the future I will do a part 2, depending on how this publication goes :)
"Today is Wednesday. Do you know what that means?"
The four children looked at you from the basement, where they spent most of their free time... They were either here or doing who knows what on the streets of the lanes.
"Today is bathing day!" Their faces fell remarkably, you couldn't understand their fear of taking a shower, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Even the overwhelming dirt of the lanes would not be an excuse for your family to walk around filthy.
"Let's go! It will be fun! Don't you miss feeling clean?" There was a great silence. Apparently, your optimism was not very contagious. But you ignored it. "Very good... Who will be the first volunteer?"
Mylo jumped off the couch and ran to the small window at the top end of the room, his only exit to the street — or so he thought... You watched him struggle to open the window. "It's closed," you said. "I've noticed you have a lot of energy boy, you will be my first volunteer!"
Powder couldn't contain her laughter and a mocking smile.
"You're next." You pointed to the little blue-haired girl who changed her expression to a grimace.
"I thought we only had a bath day on Monday," Vi complained. She and Claggor were the ones who brought you the least problems, so you never had to chase them around the undercity to get them to shower, but they were equally reluctant to the idea.
"They also ate on Monday, I don't see why they would eat again yesterday and today," you replied.
"Tomorrow I'll get dirty again, it doesn't make sense," Mylo tried to convince you.
"Bathroom. Now,” you demanded, his shoulders dropping in disappointment. You put a hand on his shoulder and led him to the bathroom, but not before closing the basement door, you knew that tricky boy very well.
"Well, do it fast and well.." You handed him a towel. "Remember that others have to bathe too."
"I can do it fast or do it well, I'm not sure I can handle both," he said. Maybe it was the face you expressed to him, but he ended up shutting his mouth and stepping into the bathroom.
"And make sure you wash behind your ears, I'll check on you when you come out!" You yelled at him through the door. "And don't make faces at me," you scolded him.
You had been living with the children for too many years, they were practically your children. You had been there for the arrival of the four of them and together with Vander, you had made an effort to take care of them and give them what they needed to survive in the undercity.
You walked to the bar, there were not many people at this time, your husband could take care of himself. Still, you walked along the counter looking for a cute rubber duck you found the other day and left there in your haste, maybe it would make little Pow's shower time more enjoyable.
"Mission accomplished?" From the other end of the bar, Vander asked you.
"One out of four," you said. "There is still a lot of work to do." You hopped when you found the damned duck.
"Maybe you should leave them," your husband suggested. "They are children, nothing will happen if they do not bathe one day"
You looked at him in disbelief. Was he on their side?
"You're kidding, right?" You frowned, hit the duck strongly on the bar making him yelp. "Because if you're not, I might get too angry."
"What? No, wait… I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt anyone if you let 'Bath Wednesday' go by…"
You sighed loudly, the last thing you needed was a rebellion in your own home. You walked to your husband holding the duck in your hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close, you quickly pecked his lips making him smile, but when he leaned in to kiss you again, you pulled your head away.
"My bath Wednesday also includes you, my love..." You ran your fingers over the nape of his neck, gently tangling the longer hair. "Unless you want to sleep on the sofa, in that case, Mr. Duck will accompany me tonight."
Vander tried to kiss you again but you put the little doll in his way by making him kiss it.
You let go of his hands that were resting on your waist and you returned the way you came. You heard him laugh softly, but you did not turn around. By the time you got to the bathroom, Mylo was on his way out.
"It wasn't so terrible was it?" You teased, he let out a sarcastic laugh. Before he could predict it you took his ear and stretched him to where you said you would check if he had washed there good.
"Nothing better than a job well done," you kissed him on the cheek as a congratulation and let him go.
You went back to the basement to look for the small group, but you only found Vi and Claggor playing cards.
"Where is your sister?" You asked the pink-haired one, she just shrugged nonchalantly, covering her up.
"Oh Powder, I hope you have not gone too far!" You spoke into the air, you were sure that she was still in the room. So you closed all the exits, if she had escaped she would've had to pass through the Last Drop. "Come on Powder, I don't have time for this, I even got you a toy!" You tried to convince her. "One that is impossible to explode... I hope..."
You knew her taste for creating artifacts, which almost always exploded, except explosives, those seemed reluctant to do their job.
Mylo came in behind you and with an elbow, he told you to look at the ceiling, you saw the little girl hanging from one of the braces, trying to hide from your gaze.
"Come on, let me find you, come down now."
You saw her hesitantly come down from her hiding place. "It's not fair," she grumbled. "Mylo told you where I was!"
"Of course not," you lied, although you saw how Vi hit Mylo's arm for being a snitch. "Mr. Duck wants to bathe, let's go with him." And you handed her the toy that she was looking at with curiosity, surely at night it would be drawn with different fluorescent colors.
You looked for a clean change of clothes and a towel before letting her into the bathroom. She could do it alone the most, she just needed some help to properly wash her hair. When you left you kissed her wet head, smelling clean, making you happy.
Getting back to the basement, Claggor was already at the door with a towel in his hand, you thanked him with a squeeze on the shoulder.
You saw Powder sit next to her sister, who started braiding her hair while Mylo stuck out his tongue trying to irritate her.
"It wasn't that bad, was it?" You ran your fingers through Mylo's wet hair. The two freshly bathed hummed instead of answering, you looked at Vi who finished her sister's hair and your gaze couldn't help but fixate on her bandages full of dirt and blood, you looked in the back drawer to find some new ones — you tossed at her. She looked at you, then put them aside.
"These are still good" She tried to justify.
"No way, your knuckles are still bruised from doing god knows what, if you keep those you will get infected."
She looked at the current bandages again now with doubt. You were sure she didn't want to change them so as not to "waste" a new pair of these, but it was completely necessary.
Claggor came in drying his hair, Vi quickly slipped into the bathroom without taking the new pair of bandages. You took them and followed her quickly behind, just before the door closed you put your foot in.
With a sigh, the stubborn girl opened the door completely.
"I don't need them," she insisted. "I can wash the ones I have, they will be as good as new. The others will get damaged as quickly and when we need them there will be no more," she complained.
"You are the one who is damaged now, you need them. Take it," you demanded. You saw her look at the ground indecisively. "You must take care of yourself first to be able to take care of the rest," you gently took her chin making her look at you. "Everything is fine, use them without remorse."
With a snort, she tried to close the bathroom door but you interposed again. "Wait ... Give me the ones you have on."
The young girl rolled her eyes but finally unwrapped the old strips of cloth that were wrapped around her hands and a part of her arms.
You stepped out of the way and she closed the door for privacy. Somehow you understood her, you had had to deprive yourself of many things to give the others at home, but she was still a child, it bothered you terribly that she should worry about that from this age. Your little Violet had matured too quickly.
Somewhat discouraged, you went to the last drop, where Vander was talking to Benzo and a little white head was poking out at his barely visible side. You circled the counter to approach them with a new victim in mind.
"Hi boys," you greeted them innocently. You noticed the disapproval in Vander's gaze, knowing what you had in mind but you ignored it. "Ekko, I need a strong boy to help me with some things. Do you think you could help me?"
The eyes of the smallest one sparkled, they used to treat him like a child constantly and when you flattered him in that way made him feel extremely important. Puffing out his chest he nodded his head quickly. You winked at Benzo, who only laughed.
You turned around with the child following you, you took a couple of basic Powder's outfits, you doubted that the clothes of the adults would fit and you passed them to him. He looked at you confused, but he did not question. When he reached the entrance of the bathroom Vi came out with new bandages on.
"Just in time," you cheered. Ekko looked at you confused again, but before he realized your plan you pushed him to the bathroom and closed the door "Let me know if you need help honey, I'll be close."
A muffled complaint was heard behind the door but finally, the falling water covered them.
Pleased, you returned to your workstation, where the two men continued talking.
"Are you planning to bathe all the kids in the lanes?" Your husband joked.
"For now I'll take care of those close to me, that includes you dear." You kissed his lips quickly before going to one of the tables, you heard Benzo make fun of him, which made you smile.
summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.
content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).
notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)
(wc 1.2k)
your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed.
just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts.
vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes.
“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.”
“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap.
“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves.
her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips.
“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please.
her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.
a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.
through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection.
if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make.
vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed your swollen clit. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts.
“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt.
that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.
“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume.
“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.”
you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor.
your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.
you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms.
after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her.
“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to.
all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.
pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.
she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.
“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.”
merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)
summary: you and vi wake up on a chilly christmas morning
content: nothing nsfw :] just stupid fluffy domestic vibes with vi and christmas morning brrrrr. making vi my stupid cutie pie little domestic baby i need her in my bed so we can bedrot Together. also i posted this for like 5 minutes with ellie instead of vi but then i was like hey ive been wanting to post for vi so how about this be my first vi post yay.
notes: tell me why i’m in my active era again (two posts within a month and a half). this reminds me of a fic i wrote waaaaaaaay back when for ellie so go check it out and smash that like button for more killer vids like this. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read christmas mirror sex with vi thru the link ;)
(wc 0.8k)
vi's soft snores wake you up, her parted lips pressed against the shell of your ear. her red hair was messy laid out on her pillow, and stray tendrils tickled the curve of your neck. you press a feather-light kiss to her forehead to not wake her up and brush your hand over her head to smooth the loose hairs out of her face. she stirs a bit, quietly mumbling into your jaw.
"baby...?" she mutters. her hand dips under the side of her blue whale boxers, scratching at her protruding hip bone before coming up to her face to rub the sleep from her eyes.
"yes, honey?"
your small, four-foot christmas tree stood tucked in the corner of your shared bedroom, dim fairy lights blinking around the polaroids and small drawings you two had opted for instead of ornaments. a couple of boxes wrapped in adventure time wrapping paper—vi had insisted—sat beneath the tree.
the sun had just begun to rise, and the dim light from the crack in the curtains was enough to make her wince and shove her face into your shoulder. "what time is it?"
your hand fishes in the sheets for your phone. you find vi's instead and lift it to your face to wake the screen. "it's... 6:07," you read from her dimmed display.
she groans, pulling the duvet over your heads. "it's too early... let's go back to sleep, please."
you fondly chuckle at her grogginess. "it's also christmas," you whisper, your smile audible in your voice.
she just mumbles, sniffling and smacking her lips. "yeah..." she rolls onto her side, having your body spoon hers. "wait..." she says urgently, as if just processing what you had said. "wait, it's christmas."
"well, that is what i said, violet."
"ohh my goosshh, it's christmasss..." she slurs, her enthusiasm quickly replaced by exhaustion. you press your nose into her hair, huffing deeply as you begin to lull yourself back to sleep. just when you think she's fallen back asleep, her morning voice cuts through the silence.
"do you think honey baked ham is open on christmas?" she asks.
"maybe. maybe for very last-minute christmas meals."
"oh... okay, okay." a few seconds go by, and then: "do you think we could doordash a honey baked ham on christmas?"
"christmas is today. do you mean today?" you correct her.
she leans over and grabs the glass of water she got in the middle of the night, bringing the rim up to her mouth and downing the water left in the cup.
"christmas is today. yeah, can we doordash a honey baked ham tomorr- today?"
"yes, vi, if they still have them, we can get two—one for you and one for me."
"hell yeah," she mutters.
her body twitched with a chill, and she cursed under her breath at the sharp temperature in the room. "shit, it's so cold. the one and only thing i hate about christmas time."
"the quilt my parents sent us is in the linen closet. you want me to get it?"
she looks back with pleading eyes. "please, my perfect sugarplum princess pie who i love so much."
"i'm gonna leave you to get frostbite and freeze to death," you joke while getting out from under the covers to walk the short distance down the hall.
you reach the closet and pull the thick, padded quilt out from in between two other blankets, its tightly folded fabric hiding the full design of sprouts and ferns. shivering at an especially sharp draft, you pick up the pace and shuffle back to the warmth of the bed.
shaking the quilt out, you quickly spread it across the bed and rush to get under it, pressing your body against vi’s.
"i’m gonna set an alarm for 7 so we can order the ham because we're gonna have to order early if we want one. then once it gets here, we'll sleep until 11."
vi rolls over to face you, a mischievious smile curling her lips upwards. "i couldn't think of a better plan."
"perfect." you pull the freshly laid quilt up to yours and vi’s chins, nuzzling your head into your pillow. "good night, baby. i love you."
"um, actually, it's 6 am, so it should be good morning." you can tell if it weren't so cold, she would take her hand out from the blanket to push a pair of imaginary glasses up her nose.
"you're such a smartass. good morning. merry christmas, vi."
"merry christmas," she whispers back. "i love you more."
merry christmas to those who celebrate!!! happy holidays to those who dont!!! yay spread peace and love and joy to the world hooray
