Reader Teaching Vi How To Properly Bandage Her Hands A Vander Catches The Two Of You?

Reader teaching vi how to properly bandage her hands a Vander catches the two of you?

Had that thought while wrapping my own hands and needed to send this in before I forget

you wrap your own hands? that's hot. but teach me so we can be fight club buddies together

mend the broken

vi x reader, vander x reader

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you'll be blocked, genderneutral reader, fluff, bits of angst, fluff, mentions of mylo, claggor, and powder, before silco's return, allusions to bullheaded brawler, plantonic kinda fic

You get the bar in the mornings and Vander gets the bar for the night shift. Despite all of his protests, you’ll help sling a few pints here and there during that time. When you’re closing up for him after a long night shift, you do catch the half-hearted scolding that Vander gives the troops after they snuck back in half an hour ago. Even when his eyes are heavy in his head, you really admire how he’s never raised his voice at those little crumbsnatchers you’d brought together with him.

It took awhile for Vi and Powder to accept the little family they were brought into with Claggor and Mylo who’d been brought in almost a week before, but you nor Vander were going to give up on this. The boys caved easily after a few meals and when Powder wasn’t with Vi, she was showing you her latest inventions.

All of them were a little tough to crack. Vander doesn’t say it outright, but the fissures and blatant apathy from the topside make it hard for any trust to get passed around. You both have had your experience with it. Mylo was skeptical of the two of you, even being the first under your wing, Claggor was uneasy, but came much faster than the first boy. Powder had almost caved immediately when she saw the impressive joint workshop that you started many years back and Claggor’s addition that was becoming much more advanced with every passing weekend. Violet, even seeing how much Mylo loved to get ahead of Vander when it was mealtime, was a little standoffish. She relented after a year, but you could see was still struggling.

You watched as she laid on the floor, trying to reach under the bar for the first aid kit, but you knocked on the counter, garnering her attention when you waved the makeshift kit you’d put together a while back after meeting Vander.

She sat in a booth, away from you, hissing and occasionally writhing from where she was tending to what you guessed was a scraped knee.

“You should rinse those scars out first.” You say as you take inventory behind the bar. “Why didn’t you let Mylo take care of those?”

“Because I’m fine.” She hissed at you.

You noticed how Vi had kept to Powder and Vander, hanging out with Claggor and, much to your surprise, scheming with Mylo. But she was always careful around you. Never sitting too close or going on about the schemes she’d pull with their newly formed posse though you never minded. She’d open up when she was ready.

You smiled even now at the bristle she offered. “You know Vander was the opposite of you when we were younger.” She didn’t say anything, but reminiscing about those times was always fun. “Especially when he’d scrape his knee running after me. I mean, he could really book.”

“He can’t do that now.” Vi muttered, but you’d heard it.

You were laughing, it was boisterous and you nearly dropped the glass in your hand; She flinched from how loud you were cackling at her remark, but you couldn’t gauge the look on her face.

“I mean, he did used to do a lot of the running when he started swinging his fists around for a couple bucks.”

Her mouth dropped open and wonder flashed in her grey eyes, but she reined in her awed expression quicker than it’d crossed her face. “Let me clean that up for you and I’ll tell you about how that big bear practically invented hopping rooftops running from enforcers.”

Violet’s eyes fell from yours as she thought it over for no longer than a minute before closing up the first aid kit with a nod and disappearing to go find a little clean water. When she returned, you were sitting on the other side of the bar and playing with bandages while she stood in the doorway of the bar.

“Hey, you ready?”

Vi looked taken back by your smile before coming to sit beside you. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the condition of her hands. You silently extended your hand and she placed it in yours before you examined the faint marks that the bandages left.

“Does everybody wrap their hands like this?” You smile and look up at her. “You did pretty good your first time around.”

You noticed her curious eyes as you picked up some antiseptic and laughed.

“I’m guessing you want to learn what Vander did to make enforcers chase him, not how to tend a wound.”

“Was he cool?” She asked.

You shrugged. “He had almost all of the lanes wrapped around his finger, so I guess you could say that. I thought he was a know-it-all.”

That earned the teeniest of smiles out of Violet who seemed to want to know more about Vander’s younger years.

“He used to fight a lot and he lost like one out of yen each time and would come whining to me about it, but he’d never treat his own wounds after we met.”

“Vander?” Vi asked.

“Yeah.” You smirked. “He even went to brawl under the bridge near Piltover. He always lost over there, but he liked the crowd I think.”

“Did you ever go watch him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Vi’s quizzical brow raise looked too much like Vander’s, but you opted for leaving that little memento for you to think about later.

“To be perfectly honest, I thought the fights were really barbaric. Back then they’d have some shifty looking fighting rings and sometimes fixed fights would get out of hand, so I avoided going. But then the bighead in there started brawling too much and I had to make him take it easy. So we made a deal and I started going.”

Vi shifted in her chair, leaning on the bar counter while you rubbed some antiseptic on her knuckles. “Did you like going to watch him after?”

“Eh,” you thought for a moment and then gave a nod. “You know what? Yeah. I think I enjoyed myself the more and more I saw him. He was really good and he became such a show off the more he fought so it was fun to watch him goof off.”

You let go of Vi’s hand, standing up and motioning for her to help you out.

“He’d do this thing where-”

Vi watched in awe, splurging about fighting moves and asking what he liked to use most while you showed her a few of Vander’s showboating moves that had Vi comparing his moves to fights she’d seen recently.

Seeing her so open, even more than you’d seen her with Mylo or Vander, made your chest warm from seeing this side of her.

“But my favorite move of his was the one where he’d grab the wrist and yank so the knee connects with the stomach. It’s a devastating move, but it closed out his round easily and broke records so it’s my favorite.” You say, sitting down as Vi showed you a couple of her own moves. “He’d help you if you asked him.”

She scoffed and you watched her close up again. Sitting beside you and staring at the empty pool table. “I don’t want to hear another lecture about how fighting is wrong.”

“Oh please, I know that brawler in him is itching to pass on the legacy. He doesn’t want you getting hurt like this is all.” You twirl a bandage around your finger. “I’ll show you how to wrap them and I’ll help you practice a little.”

Her head whipped to you. “But won’t we get in trouble?”

You smirk and tap her jaw with your face. “He’s not going to stop you from doing what you love, Vi.”

You wrap one of her hands, explaining every step and how it should feel on your hand for every wrap she makes and watch as she reiterates some of it back with a little correction from you.

“We going to war now?” You hear Vander quip from the doorway and Vi doesn’t turn to look at him as she looks at her hands.

You turn your attention to him and he’s intrigued by the scene laid out before him. “I was telling Vi that you were lousy at taking care of your own bruises.”

He scoffs, displeased with you bringing up that forgotten skill set of his, “That’s what you were for.”

You flick his jaw and he’s motioning to Vi’s left hand, “Looks like you’ve gotten rusty, too.”

Vi flashed him a proud smile, it’s rare, but you can tell that she’s just knocked Vander flat with that smile of hers. “I wrapped that hand.”

“And she’s better at it than you were.” You tease and Vander rolls his eyes. “But from what I can tell, her guard is like yours when you first started.”

“My guard was great,” he gaped at you. You snickered and shook your head.

“Neither of you know how to guard your faces and you were practically a punching bag.” You start packing away the first aid kit and a sly smile comes on your face. “But I told Vi about those opening moves of yours.”

He smiles and you see the tips of his ears turn a bit red. “They were so dated.”

“But that’s what made them cool.” Vi piped up.

You both looked at Vi who was starry eyed and swinging her fists in the moves that only Vander could’ve mastered.

He looked completely moved. The hand over his mouth that was there to make him look like he was thinking was in actuality to keep him from looking like an emotional, speechless mess. But you saw right through it.

“You know,” You slid him the first aid kit. “Vi’s not interested in beating people’s brains out.”

Vander watched you and Vi set her hands on the counter, effectively getting his attention back on her, “Can you teach me some of those moves?”

Vander raised his brow and crossed his arms, “Who taught you to be so straightforward?”

“That’s how you are.” You call from where you’re wiping down the booth that Vi was at.

You watch Vander sigh and shrug, “If you keep wrapping your hands then-”

“Yes!” Vi was pumping her fists in the air before he could even finish his sentence.

You give her a smile and toss the rag you have at Vander, covering his face and making you laugh at the glare he’s sending you. “It’s about time.”

“We’re waiting till your hands heal up a bit.” He makes a gesture to his knuckles and she nods, “Go rest up. It’s late already.”

Before Vi gets far, she stops and hugs your waist. It’s brief and she sends you a tiny smile and a quiet thanks before she’s leaving you and Vander to tend the empty bar.

“Don’t think I didn’t get that.” He leans on the counter, “Teaching my moves to that nibbler.”

You shrug and wrap your arms around him, “She reminds me of you.”

He sighs and picks you up so you’re level with him, but more importantly, so he can bury his face in your neck. “That was a low blow.”

You ran your hand through his damp hair, “It got me what I wanted.”

He raises a brow and it’s now that you can appreciate just how much he’s rubbed off on every one of those kids. Vi being the most like him is incredible and the way all of them follow him around like little ducklings is almost too much for you to handle sometimes.

“Hey,” Powder pokes her head in the room. “Mylo told me to tell you it’s leaky in our room so we can sleep in your bed tonight.”

“Powder!” You hear the boy snip before yanking her out of the doorway.

Vander is laughing and you’re smiling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he plants a few kisses on your cheek. “When are they going to stop sleeping with us?”

You plant a tender kiss on his lips. It’s for the smiles you share with each other, the little schemes you pull with the newly formed family you have in favor of annoying Vander a little (he loves the distraction with all his heart), and the moments you all have in this little corner of the fissures.

“When you learn how to take care of your own cuts.”

He groans and you’re laughing, pressing a kiss and going to go join the waiting dogpile in your shared bedroom.

“I get the left side, Claggor!” He calls up the stairs as he shuts the bar lights out and moonlight filters through the windows.

Dogpiled in bed with your family in the late autumn months in the fissures with Vander and Claggor bickering over who gets the leftside, Mylo and Powder who snip at each other for kicking each other in their sleep, and Vi who is quiet as a mouse from where she’s comfortably nestled into your back. Nothing comes close to being as great as this home you’d helped to build.

How are our chubby and baker men doing today? Did Bucky name any deserts after us today?

Chubby Baker Bucky is celebrating today!

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

Word count: Less than 1k.

Warnings: Oral, implied overstimulation, praise kink

A/n: Written on my phone. Unbetad.

“Happy Peach Day,” Bucky says with a cheeky grin.

Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you gaze down past the soft planes of your belly at your boyfriend. “Pretty sure it’s International Women’s Day,” you correct, laughter apparent in your tone.

Bucky tilts his head, brows pulled together in faux confusion. His eyes darting from your face to your pussy. That’s he’s currently decorating with some special peach frosting he bought yesterday.

Seeing his name written neatly across you brings a smile to your face, it’s the fourth word he’s eaten off you today. To celebrate your day, he said while the last orgasm still pulsating across your pliant, sated body.

“There are other women? Besides my peach and pretty girl?” He says slowly and incredulously, as if you declared that the sky was falling, his blue eyes glimmering with amusement. “Since when?”

Tossing the cannister on the floor, it rolls away with a sharp clatter. He shakes his head, spreading your folds with his long fingers. “Are you sure?”

This man, you think, your chest shaking with laughter. Only your chubby baker would get offended by something like that. You really should know better by now. You settle back on the bed, preparing yourself for what's about to happen.

And he doesn't let you down.

“Bucky,” you start, biting back a gasp when he flicks the tip of wet, pink tongue over your clit.

Bucky slides a hand under your ass, easily lifting you closer to his face, setting one leg over his shoulder.

“Can you believe her? Trying to say its not your day. ” He whispers to your pulsating pussy, swiping his thumb through your glistening arousal. “Peach, I'm sorry but that can’t be right. No. We only celebrate you in this house.” He pops his finger into his mouth, his eyes rolling back, lips parting, an unabashed fuck you taste good unfurling on his tongue.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, murmuring, “I think your pretty pussy agrees with me and you know I have to do what she wants.”

It’s salacious and painfully erotic, the way he’s staring at you, the need to have you on written across his expressive face. He craves you more than anything in this world. Heat blooms in your pussy, unleashing another wave of his slick.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, swallowing thickly. His keen eyes watch your pussy drip for him. “That’s it peach, give it to me, I want every drop, you’re so pretty, I can’t stand it.”

You can’t think when he praises you, not when his pupils dilate until only a thin rim of his gorgeous blues remains in his lust-filled eyes, not when he buries his face between your thighs like he can’t resist being away from you for another second.

A moan, breathy and needy and broken, resounds in your throat. “God yes,” you grunt, grabbing his hair in your fist. “Right there Bucky.”

He places a wet, deep open-mouthed kiss on your clit, pleasure spikes through your body, the fiery sultry sensations sweep up your spine, making your back arch off the bed. “S’good, oh that’s s’good,” you chant, spurring him on.

His tongue circles your throbbing bud, his moans and sighs vibrating through you with every pull and drag on his mouth, his fingers flex and dig into your ass, keeping you flush against him while he inhales you.

Harsh gasps spill from your lips, you yank his head, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or bring him closer. The onslaught of sensations causes your thighs to lock around his head.

Your orgasm takes you off guard, you don’t have time to cry out his name, your mouth falling open on a wordless keen, body convulsing in his grip. Sensation after sensation snaps through you until you’re gushing on his bearded face.

Bucky gently places you back on the bed, his hands slide around your inner thighs, spreading them. “Like I said,” he starts, nipping your skin.

Your head lolls to the side, feeling too dazed to lift it off the bed. A whimper crawls up your throat when you see his drenched beard, his tongue sweeping across his pink lips.

“Happy Peach day." Bucky meets your glossy eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “And I plan on celebrating for the rest of the day.”

You giggle breathlessly, knowing that means more orgasms followed by massages, bathes and him making you dinner.

“And since it’s your day, you tell me what you want me to do to your pretty body and I’ll do it.” His hungry, lust-filled gaze drifts back to your pussy.

“Or you can just lay there and let me worship you.”

perverted things the Arcane characters do

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Mel, Marcus

warnings: nsfw content, masturbating, dry humping + more

requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!

VIKTOR knows you're rather concerned about his wellbeing, which is why it only comes as a mild surprise when you offer him to take a quick nap while leaning onto your body. He's an opportunist at heart — his head is soon resting on your chest, his cheek against your soft skin, and he's not actually sleeping, not when his dick is straining hard against his trousers with how close his face is to your tits, but you either don't seem to notice or to care. Besides, he's so exhausted, so surely you'd never ask him to back off, right?

Another thing that he always enjoys is teasing you; it doesn't matter about what, really, as long as your face flushes with a lovely blush, your cheeks suddenly hot, and, god, if only he'd get to see that embarrassed expression while you're bouncing on his dick or kneeling between his legs.

“Are you quite sure you're alright with this, love? Ah—, well, then I must thank you. I could truly use a quick nap. Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it, I really do.”

JAYCE has the unfair advantage of his height, so whenever he glances down at you, he's got a perfect view on your cleavage. He can't help but stare at your tits, especially when there's some lace from your bra showing. The sight alone has his dick twitching in arousal, and even though you've caught him staring a few times, you don't seem to mind it much.

It's not often that you and Jayce do sleepovers anymore, especially since he's a Councillor now, which is both a blessing and a curse for him, and also makes this one night a lot more special. He kind of missed the way he used to grind against you while you were asleep; it's not even on purpose, he's just too needy to control himself, and if your ass is pressing so nicely against his dick — really, he's sure no one would be able to resist.

“Haha, very funny, really. I wasn't staring at you — and especially not at your tits. You're just short, it's inevitable that I look down on you.”

SILCO's lips quirk into a smirk when he 'accidentally' pushes an important document off the edge of his office desk. At this point, he doesn't even have to ask you to get it for him anymore — you bend over willingly, panties peeking out beneath your skirt, and for a moment he entertains the thought of you doing this on purpose to tease him.

He also enjoys making you beg for, well, anything, really; your whiny voice and your pouty lips get him hard almost immediately, his dick straining uncomfortably against his trousers. Whether it's for a raise or for his attention, Silco simply loves hearing you whimper and whine.

“What is it, dear? Ah, I see. So you're of the opinion you deserve a raise, hm? Honestly, I'm not quite convinced. Why don't you ask me again? Nicely this time. Mind your manners, will you?”

The first time it happened was an accident, and that you were wearing a white blouse had been bad luck, but now VANDER has to be careful not to spill water onto your shirt too often — that'd simply be suspicious, even though he doubts you'd become wary of him that easily. The sight of your bra showing through your nearly translucent shirt is almost too much to bear for him, though.

One day, when he was looking for you and quickly glanced into your room during his search, he spotted a pair of your panties on your bed and, god, he didn't actually want to do it, but he couldn't help but take them. Now, he regularly jerks off with them in his hands, the delicate fabric wet with his precum as he grinds against it.

“So sorry 'bout that, doll, didn't see ya there. But hey, it's only water. No stain. Just wait here, I'll get you a towel — or do you want one of my shirts?”

When VI suggests you exercise with her, you happily accept, though her offer isn't out of entirely pure intentions — she enjoys watching your tits jiggle while you're both out on a run, or seeing your ass in tight trousers when you force yourself to do another squat, despite how much you're already shaking.

She also loves the way you smell — whether your signature perfume is a rather floral or a musky scent, she's enamoured with it. Whenever you hug, she buries her head in your neck, and she even bought the perfume you use one day. Now, she regularly sprays it onto her pillow whenever she gets herself off — it simply reminds her so much of you, it's almost like you're there, laying next to her.

“Hey, come on, babe — you can go a little lower than that, can't you? Your squats need some more work, that's for sure. Lucky for you I don't mind keepin' an eye on you while you practice.”

JINX is rather short, so, if you're taller than her, she uses this to her advantage and lays her head onto your tits while you're hugging. The gesture looks innocent enough, and it's perfect for her to inhale your scent, whether it's your natural smell or a signature perfume.

Whenever you're talking to her while focusing on something else, Jinx can't help but occasionally touch herself to the sound of your voice. While you're saying something completely innocent like what the weather is like, she's curling two fingers inside of her, another one drawing circles around her clit while you mention how your new coworker totally sucks.

“Hm? What did ya say, sugar? Ah—, sorry, 'm just a lil distracted by your voice, fuck. No, no, continue, darl. Go on. Wanna hear you talk more.”

EKKO feels disgusted by himself when he slides a hand into his trousers to grasp at his already hard dick, precum leaking onto the fabric. His gaze is on your sleeping form, your expression so so peaceful, and his fingers close around his cock at the sight, almost making him moan. He simply can't help but jerk off while you're asleep, and it really isn't his fault that you're so intent on cuddling close to him, your ass against his hips.

Whenever you two playfully wrestle, he pins you down with one hand pinning both of your wrists to the ground, a smirk on his lips. It's not his fault that heat curls in his stomach at the sight of your flushed face and wide eyes, your hair splayed out around your head like a halo and your lips opened just a little.

“You're so easy to defeat. You really need to practice some more to make this exciting, you know? Or, wait—, now you're starting to make me think that maybe you just like having me on top of you.”

It's no secret that MEL enjoys buying you things you want — though she also can't deny that she, more often than not, picks the skirts, dresses and trousers she buys you a size too small, if only to see the fabric stretch tightly over your chest and hips, accidentally drawing more attention to the area. When you keep tugging at the cloth, self-conscious, she chuckles while complimenting you — even if your top is sheer enough to clearly show your bra.

Similarly, Mel enjoys watching you change; no matter if you're elegantly stripping yourself of your clothes or if you're awkwardly fumbling with the zipper. It's the intimacy of the act that has her wetting her lips with her tongue as her eyes roam over your form.

“There's no need to be shy, baby. You look as beautiful as always; I can guarantee that all gazes will be on you tonight, so quit worrying your pretty little head and trust me, alright?”

MARCUS claims that he wants to walk behind rather than in front of you for safety reasons, though he honestly just wants to steal a glance at your panties underneath your skirt. If you're more prone to wearing trousers, the view is just as good — especially since the fabric stretches nicely to hug your curves.

Despite being embarrassed by it, he also picked up the habit of watching you shower. He's not trying to be creepy, seriously, and he respects your privacy — well, or at least that's what Marcus tells himself while he stares at your naked form, your face flushed because of the hot water, steam obscuring his view. One of his hands grasps at his own cock through his trousers and, fuck, he really should leave, but you are showering at his house, in his bathroom, he's not stalking you, and that makes it a lot less weird, right?

“What? The only reason I insist on walking behind you is that I care for your safety. You should know that by now — I told you often enough that I don't want to risk anything happening to you.”

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Shower Me in Praise

Summary: Bucky knows what you need after a long week without him.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral fem rec, size kink, praise kink, Bucky is 6'4"

A/n: requested.

Rivulets of hot water rain down on your back, a thick mist clouding the glass surrounding the shower. This is what you needed after a busy day, the heat soothes your aching muscles. Resting your head on the cool shower wall, your arms dangle by your sides and you relax for the first time in days.

It’s been such an exhausting day and you’ve been looking forward to finally getting to spend time at home. Just you and Bucky. The couch, an old worn knitted blanket, and whatever movie is on tonight. Wine, cheap, greasy takeout, and passionate sex on the living room rug before the credits have a chance to roll across the screen.

But first, you need to let the stress of the real world fade away. You’re nearly done with your shower when you hear the soft click of the door opening.

“Hey Bunny.” Your head cants back at the sound of his raspy deep voice, your body instinctively responding to him. Glancing over your shoulder, the water pours down your face as you watch him through the foggy glass. “Missed you.” The longing in his tone makes your chest tighten. You’ve missed him too, more than words can express.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you respond with a smile, turning around to get a better look at him. He’s handsome, a shadow of a beard forming on his sharp jaw, his pink bottom lip caught between his teeth as he eyes you through the glass. Bucky leans against the sink, tapping his fingers on the surface. 

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