vlion

[vlion]

I don't usually read character/reader smut, but holy fucking hell, your Ed/Stede/reader is my holy grail, roman empire, forbidden fruit all in one. I love it so much and reread it often and it's a banger every time. Hottest thing I've ever read. Thank you so much for writing it 🔥🔥🔥

HI OMG SORRY IM JUST GETTING THIS NOW!!!! thank you so much, I know I’m not very active on here but season 2 has catapulted me back into the world of ofmd…I’m not saying you can expect some new fics soon, per say, but let’s just say if I get a hold of some free time in the near future…I have some…ideas 😏🏴‍☠️

[vlion]

hi! there is a SEVERE lack of kim wexler fics and i’m starving. i’d love if you could write anything for kim x female reader, fluff with a bit of resolved angst, maybe an argument turned into a confession? thank you so much in advance!!!

Verdict of Love (Kim Wexler/Female Reader)

Author’s Note: I am actually so freaking sorry this took forever for me to get out, but man does it feel great to write another sapphic work :) My fics in the past have always been for the girls (iykyk), but being able to write something like this was just super affirming and idk basically just thank you for this request and I hope you enjoy! I gotta say season 6 coming to Netflix has reminded me how much I love this woman and I truly hope to see/write more blurbs/fics with her in the future! 

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47066857

Content Warnings/General Themes: Reader is technically gender neutral but written with cis-AFAB! reader in mind, language, implied sexual content, lawyer jokes, angst-turned-fluff

Word Count: 1,912

You audibly sighed in frustration. Why did she have to be like this?

You’d known Kim for a while now; meeting by chance on a whim when you’d needed a lawyer to sort out some legal stuff that you didn’t even want to attempt to approach alone. A friend had referred you to Kim, and she was nice enough to extend her services to you. After chatting with her for a bit and setting up a meeting time that was mutually accessible for the both of you, you had hung up your phone and gotten ready for a night out to distract you from the fact that you would likely have to deal with an upcoming court case.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was to see your future lawyer-to-be nursing a half-empty beer with a concerned look overtaking her otherwise composed features. At that moment, seeing her in this context, you had made a decision: you were going to make Kim Wexler fall in love with you. What you didn’t know at the time, however, was that she had made the same decision, but from the moment she had heard your voice over the phone.

~

Now, weeks later, you found yourself standing in Kim’s kitchen, anxiously awaiting her arrival home. You had become her unofficial roommate of sorts, often crashing on her couch after long and tiring meetings about your case, and developing a close bond with her in the meantime. You had your own place, sure, if you could call it that–you barely had room for a mini-fridge and microwave, let alone your pull-out couch. After ranting to her during one of your regular meetings, Kim had offered up her full kitchen and washing machine for your use any time you needed them, and you found yourself taking her up on her offer frequently. Maybe a little too frequently–let’s just say you were surprised she hadn’t kicked you out yet, or asked you to contribute to the rent.

You questioned if that would change tonight as you rearranged the display you had set up for Kim’s return home. It wasn’t much–just some flowers and chocolate, but it served as a last attempt at an “I’m sorry” if she didn’t take the news you had to share with her well. You had texted her an hour ago with a simple: “We need to talk. Your apartment, after work.” and even though she was a few years older and less tech-savvy than you, the fact that she had left you on read really wasn’t helping how you felt about the whole situation.

Just as you went to check your phone for any updates, you heard a key in the lock at the door in front of you. Luckily, before you began with your spiel, you were able to position yourself in such a way that your arrangement on the kitchen island was obscured by your body. You carefully got into place and followed Kim’s movements as she entered the apartment.

“Hey,” she said, flashing her trademark smile that always seemed to mask whatever mood she was actually in. You had grown accustomed to her ability to do this–both professionally, when she would deliver bad news about your case, and personally, when she would come home after a rough day. In each situation, she would finish whatever she had to say and look at you expectantly, softening her features to take the weight off of her statement. It was incredibly inconvenient. And right now, it was also incredibly cute.

“Hey,” you responded, adding, “I assume you saw my text?” Shit. Did that come across too harsh? Did she think you were…mad at her?

She placed her files and briefcase on the coffee table, before turning to face you, still neutral in her demeanor. Nodding slightly, she prompted you to begin the discussion. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You inhaled sharply through your nose, closing your eyes to gather yourself before you began. “So uh…about my case…” 

“Yeah?” Her attention was piqued at the mention of the intersection between her professional career and personal relationship with you. It was ironic that the very thing that had brought the two of you together now had the potential to tear it all apart.

“Don’t hate me,” you began, “but I may have made the decision to settle.” You nearly cringed as you said the statement out loud, dreading her response as you saw her features become contorted.

“What?!” She gritted out, genuine concern finding its way into her response. Regardless of your relationship with her, she was still your legal counsel, who had been responsible for sorting out the fine details of your case.

Whether it was for the sake of justifying yourself or for the hope that what you might say would remove the concern from her face, you continued. “I just…I didn’t feel like it was worth it to draw this out any longer. I knew you wouldn't be too thrilled about it, but I hate seeing you put in long hours on this thing just for nothing to come out of it. I went down to the courthouse the other day when you were consulting with a client and had it all sorted out.”

Kim sighed, crossing her arms to display her distress about the situation. “Y/N…”

“I’m so sorry Kim. I totally understand if you’re upset and want me to go.” You felt tears pricking your eyes, panic setting in at her disdain. “I know this meant a lot to you, and–”

“Hey,” she said, reaching out to steady you. You felt her hands encase your wrists that were slightly shaking as you shared this information with her. “Look at me.”

Kim's concern over the situation was evident on her face, but before you could continue with your explanation, she gently squeezed your hands to steady you. Feeling her hands encase and smooth down your arms, you couldn't help but look into her eyes, and as soon as you did, you felt your worries melt away. Her eyes seemed to convey a sense of understanding and compassion that you hadn't seen before, and you realized that you had been too quick to jump to conclusions about how she would react.

"I don't hate you," Kim said, her voice softening. "I could never hate you. But why didn't you tell me sooner?"

You took a deep breath before answering. "Because I didn't want to disappoint you. I knew how much you were putting into this case, and I didn't want you to think that I didn't appreciate it."

Kim let out a small chuckle at that, shaking her head slightly. "You don't have to worry about disappointing me, Y/N. You could never do that. And as for the case, I appreciate your concern, but you didn't have to settle just to spare me a few long hours."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you at her words, and you couldn't help but smile. "I know that now–I just hated seeing you beat yourself up over something I was responsible for.” 

You took a moment to question if you should proceed with what you wanted to say next, but ultimately decided to put it all on the table now. “There's something else that I want to say."

Kim raised an eyebrow, looking at you curiously. "What's that?"

Taking a deep breath, you decided to take the plunge, moving aside so she could see the display behind you. "I…” You gathered yourself to get this part out as clear as possible, reassured in how she reacted to your legal matter. “I really like you Kim. Like…” you gestured to the flowers and chocolates behind you, gesturing to it like a prize presented to participants on a gameshow, “really like you. I’ve felt this way for a while now, but I didn't know how to tell you. And when I thought about settling the case, and how much you’ve been doing for me…I realized that I couldn't keep my feelings hidden any longer. I totally understand if you aren't, you know, or are uncomf-"

"Y/N, I…" Kim's eyes widened in surprise as she cut you off, and for a moment, she didn't say anything. But then a slow, sultry smile spread across her face, and she took one of your hands in one of her own. "I feel the same way. I've been trying to find the right way to tell you, but I didn't want to ruin what we already had. But now that I know how you feel, I..."

You felt your heart swell at her words, and without thinking, you leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but as you deepened it, you felt a sense of euphoria wash over you. The woman you had looked up to, practically lived with, and, hell, revered for what felt like years has reciprocated your feelings. And–not to mention–she kisses like a fucking goddess.

You pulled back to gaze into Kim’s eyes, no longer seeking approval but rather affection from the woman you love. Without a subtle nod of her head in the general direction, you sank down onto the couch, Kim moving next to you. She reached an arm behind your shoulder, pulling you into her as she fumbled for the remote.

In the quiet of the living room, you and Kim let yourselves relax, letting go of all the tension and anxiety you each had been carrying around. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly at peace, as if you were exactly where you were meant to be. You relaxed into Kim’s embrace, realizing the impact a simple statement could have on your state of being. All you had done was tell Kim how you felt–now you were snuggled up against her, tranquility enjoying your evening.

"I never realized how much I needed you until now," you whispered, just as Kim settled on one of her beloved classic movies. “And…your couch.”

Kim snickered and looked down at you, brushing your hair from where it lay wild from the evening’s events. "I've always been here for you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," you said, "But I've been so scared to admit how I feel. I didn't want to risk losing you."

Kim moved to cup your face in her hands and leaned in for another kiss, hesitating above your lips. "You could never ruin what we have," she said. "I love you too much for that.” She noticed your floral display in her peripheral, before continuing. “And you got me gifts, so that’s a bonus.” She said, cheekily. 

“Anything for you, Miss Kim Wexler, Esq.” You joked, halting yourself from moving upwards and connecting your lips, as you realized. “Hey, now I don’t have to crash on your couch anymore!” Kim smirked, shaking her head at your statement. “I really don’t think my double bed will be much of an upgrade…” You leaned upwards quickly, pecking her nose. “As long as you’re there, I don’t care if I’m sleeping on the damn floor, honey.”She chuckled at that. “Yeah, you can tell yourself that all you want. Just wait till you find out how hot it can get in there.”

You glanced between her form above you and her bedroom. “Wanna find out right now?”

[vlion]

Hello! I saw you were writing for Viago (What We Do In The Shadows), and I really need more for him, so... ^.^

Would you agree to write something with him and a Reader who is on their period? I'd prefer if the Reader was non binary/gender neutral, but if you're more comfortable with a Fem!Reader, it's okay. It doesn't have to be smut, I just would like to know how Viago would react, considering he is a vampire, after all. :p Thanks in advance!

The Unwanted Visitor (Viago/Gender-Neutral Reader)

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this took me forever to get around to, school kicked my butt this semester! Viago is such a comfort character to me, and it’s always an honor to write for him. Enjoy!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43720252

Content Warnings/General Themes: mentions of blood, AFAB! reader, gender-neutral reader, no gendered pronouns, fluff, hurt/comfort (reader is on their period), comfy vibes, (very slightly) alludes to smut at the end but no explicit content

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1354

You jolt awake at the sound of your alarm, alerting you that dusk would be arriving at any minute now.

From an outside perspective, others may assume that you were waking up to work the night-shift, or preparing for a night out with friends. At times, your plans did sometimes correlate with the latter of those two assumptions, however, your reality was quite different: you were waking up to make the most of your day–or rather–night, with your boyfriend Viago. Your vampire boyfriend Viago.

AKA, the only person you would have ever considered altering your sleep schedule for.

Unfortunately, while you were able to muster up the will and conviction to sleep during the day and wake at night, your body, on the other hand, had its own schedule of sorts. Normally this meant waking up and staying awake, as the traces of sunlight that would occasionally manifest in your room were enough to disturb your sleep cycle. Or, you would wake up with the overwhelming urge to drive to the nearest Macca’s and chow down on a Big Mac or some nuggets. Today, however, your body had other plans, which was evident in the way your fitted sheets were now stained crimson.

You sighed and stood up rather quickly, forgoing your typical morning (well, technically evening) routine to gather your sheets and run to the bathroom to clean up a bit, nonchalantly tossing your clothes and the stained fabric into your laundry basket. You rinsed off in the shower, cleaning off where necessary, and put on some comfortable clothes, applying a hygiene product that you deemed necessary for the situation.

You then glanced into the mirror, trying to determine if the bloating you felt was noticeable externally, when you swore that you heard a noise behind you. You glanced around in the mirror for a few seconds, before seeing what looked like a floating laundry basket making its way towards the–now open–entrance to the bathroom. Weird. 

Either you were still asleep and this was all some crazy, period-induced fever dream, or your vampire boyfriend was attempting to steal your blood-soaked sheets and clothes. You were hoping for the former of the two possibilities, but knew reality had a way of kicking you in your metaphorical ass. 

“Viago!” You nearly shouted, stopping him–and the honestly quite comical movement of the laundry basket–in his tracks. 

You turned to face him, crossing your arms and giving him a perplexed look. He looked like a deer in headlights; except those headlights were his pissed-off partner.

“Meine liebe! I was just going to take care of this for you…” He began, trailing off as he followed the movement of your hands snatching the basket back from him.

You had no doubt in mind that he was in fact going to throw the fabric in the wash for you. Hell, knowing him, he would probably even pre-treat the stains, going above and beyond to return the material to its original shade. However, the irony of the whole situation was not lost on you, and you still felt guilty about allowing him to do so.

You sighed, dropping the basket, and eventually opting to approach Viago instead. Gingerly, you reached up to caress his face, thankful in this moment for his kindness and supportive nature. “ Vi ,” you whined, not caring about how needy you sounded. 

“I’m here, liebling, is there anything you need?” He added, moving to caress your sides and hips where you were experiencing a bit of discomfort. 

You nuzzled your face into his neck, muttering a nearly silent “you” in response. 

He chuckled at that, stroking your back and holding you close. Of course, a wave of cramps decided to hit you at that moment, and you nearly doubled over in his arms.

“Sorry” you muttered quickly, massaging your own abdomen. “I feel like I’ve been internally mauled by a freaking werewolf, or something. And I know that with you being, well, you , it’s not the easiest thing to deal with–”

Viago cuts you off by slightly pulling away from you, extending his arms so that you were still in his grasp. “Nonsense, my love. I know what I signed up for with you. Just as you knew what you were in for with me. So please, head back to bed, and let me do this for you.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that formed at his words, reminding you why you were both willing to sacrifice and compromise to make your relationship work. You pulled him in once more, kissing him on the cheek as you returned to your bed that you rarely got to share with Viago, due to, you know, the whole coffin thing.

As you heard the laundry machine kick on, you took it upon yourself to gather your comfiest sheets and drape them over your–luckily unstained–mattress and pillows. You reclined back, and just as you felt your eyelids get heavy, you were greeted by a rather elated-looking Viago. 

You rolled your eyes, huffing at his disposition while you clutched onto your stomach like your life depended on it. “What’s got you so happy, Twilight?” You asked, smirking at your subtle jab.

Viago closed the space between himself and your bed, placing a glass of water and what looked to be pain medication on the table next to you. “Very funny, liebling,” he said, glaring at you as you giggled at his sudden disarray, using his thumb and index finger to lift your gaze to his own. “You try washing blood out of your favorite human’s clothes and sheets then get back to me. Oh wait, you can’t, because only one of us here is–” 

You cut him off this time. “The handsome and wonderful vampire that I love so much?” You sweetened the pot by accompanying your statement with a toothy grin, one that he returned–with the addition of his pearly-white fangs, that is. 

“What’d you bring little ole me?” You added, curious as to what he had been doing while you were making the bed. 

He handed you the glass and medication, signaling for you to take it as he rushed out the room suddenly.

When he returned, he was carrying a weighted blanket that you regularly reserved for movie nights, your go-to comfort snack, and a selection of 3 or so of your favorite movies. You moved to get up and help him carry the rather bulky load, but he was quick to halt your actions, and instead he placed the movies and snack on the table so that he could cover you in the blanket. 

You pulled him in, extending the blanket to cover both of you. One of your favorite parts about having an undead boyfriend–a phrase you never thought you would ever become so fond of–is that when an inevitable hot flash or low-grade fever begins to arise, Viago is there to instantly cool you down. 

Speak of the devil–er, vampire,–you felt two cold hands making their way to your abdomen, kneading and stroking the skin that he came in contact with. You felt like putty under his grasp, fully relaxing into him and your bed. 

You placed one of your hands over his near your stomach, rubbing circles with your thumb. “Thank you for this, Vi,” you spoke, bringing the same hand to your lips for a chaste kiss. 

He repeated the action with your hand, shifting you carefully to face him and pulling you to his chest. “Anything for you, meine liebe.”

You noticed his grip on you tightening slightly, and his voice breaking as he spoke. You moved to question him, when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen accompanied by the sudden need to rush to the bathroom. You followed Viago’s eyes to where they were fixated on your lower half, instantly making you feel self-conscious but also incredibly captivated by his primal stare.

“This is going to be a long week…” you sighed. 

“Yep.” Viago replied, allowing you to slip out of his grasp (for the time being).

[vlion]

Requests Open!

Ah yes, another semester done (finally), which means more free time for me to write once more!

I have 2 requests from a while ago that I still need to fulfill, but I want to open the door for new ones! I’m currently hyper-fixating on Better Call Saul, so I would absolutely love some requests for Kim and Jimmy! I would also love some Peter Quill requests, that holiday special re-ignited my love for that man!

I have also added/removed characters to my “who I write for list” (linked on my pinned post), so be sure to take a gander at that!

I look forward to writing for you guys!

-V

[vlion]

hii!! this is my first time requesting ANYTHING on Tumblr ever since I try not to pester people with my ideas but I saw that you take writing requests and since I'm in a bit of a writing block, do u mind if u could write something like"viago x chubby reader" or some shit like that plzz since I'm somewhat chubby in my opinion and I need some comfort but if u cant I completely fucking understand

A Night in Wellington (Viago/Gender-Neutral Reader)

Author’s Note: I am so freaking sorry this took me so long to get to, but it was super fun to write for Viago for the first time. I also tried to keep the reader as ambiguous as possible in this for anyone to enjoy!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41188905

Content Warnings/General Themes: Gender-Neutral Reader: no explicitly gendered pronouns/pet names used, fluff, slight hurt/comfort mentions of insecurity about appearance/mental health, mentions of blood/biting, reader is human, Viago is a simp, Viago is a little fruity (lol), very light swearing

Rating: All Audiences

Word Count: 2,530

You sighed and sat down on your bed in defeat. Nothing was going right.

The past few weeks had been stressful, to say the least. Your schedule was crammed and you had barely allocated any time for relaxation or recreation. Oh, and not to mention, due to the demands the world required of you during the day, you hadn’t seen your–undead–boyfriend in almost a week.

Actually that wasn’t entirely true; you had technically seen him each day, meeting him for a quick kiss or cuddle as he woke up while you got ready for bed–a poetic paradox that constantly seems to only work against the two of you. Viago has always been respectful of your sleep schedule (or more often, the lack thereof), constantly reassuring you that you were never expected to drop your routine for him. Still, navigating the ins and outs of daily life while trying to correlate your human schedule with your night-dwelling boyfriend kinda sucked; literally, at times.

Tonight, however, was supposed to be perfect. Somehow, the stars had aligned, and you were able to spend the day night with Viago. You planned to join him and your other housemates on a night out, parading around Wellington on the arm of the person you loved. You had even slept through the majority of the day in order to stay up all night as your flatmates had been doing for centuries.

Now, however, as you put on the outfit you picked out and looked at yourself in the mirror, you were having second thoughts. The material was drawn too taught in some areas, too loose in others, and suddenly all of the work you had put in to look presentable felt pointless.

You anxiously glanced outside to notice that dusk had just started to set in, so the boys were due to wake up soon. Peering into the hall from your room, no clear evidence of movement or sound indicated that anyone was awake, so you retracted back into your room and settled back into your state of contemplation. You could’ve sworn you heard the distinct flapping of wings as you shut the door, but blamed it on your heightened sense of uneasiness.

Should’ve gone with the other one, you silently reprimanded yourself, adjusting certain areas to see if you could make the outfit more flattering. After all, you were going out with Viago tonight, who always looked dashing to say the least. Just don’t wanna let him down, is all.

Still peering in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel something cold sliding down your waist. Your eyes followed the curve of your hips and waist in the mirror and were met with nothing but the reflection of yourself, but it wasn’t until you looked down at your body when you realized Viago’s hands were the culprit. Stupid vampires and their lack of a reflection.

“Surprise!” Viago said, with a toothy grin, his smile widening further as you turned to face him. You flashed him a forced smile in return, which he instantly picked up on.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, his grin fading as he watched you remove yourself from him and sink down onto the end of your bed.

When you didn’t reply and looked down at your lap, Viago crossed the room himself and kneeled before you.

“Darling, tell me what’s wrong. I saw you looking in the mirror, and at first I was offended because that’s like one of the few things vampires get insecure about…” He trailed off as he realized he was rambling and received a quizzical look from you.

“But,” he started again, “I realized if you were not looking at me…”

You glanced down at your lap once more before speaking in a whisper. “I was looking at myself.”

Viago nodded while reaching a hand out to stroke your cheek gently, turning your head towards him in the process. He looked as though he wanted to question you further, to figure out the root of what was bothering you, but as you leaned into his touch, he decided against it. He’s been through these moments with you before, and you had warned him these various bouts of emotion came as a package deal when he agreed to a relationship with you. Still, though, this never made feeling insecure or upset any easier. If anything, knowing that someone else who is as selfless and devoted as Viago is involved in your drama made the feelings worse at times. I just don’t want to feel like a burden.

“You know, Y/N, you are not and never have been a burden, not to any of us” he said, as you slightly widened your eyes in surprise at his ability to read your mind. He didn’t read your’s, or really anyone’s mind often, as it wasn’t something he was particularly good at. He usually reserved it for use as a party trick or for emergencies–yet both options seemed unfit for the current moment.

He slid his hand down your cheek to your shoulder, slowly stroking to ease some of the tension that had built up and crescendoed to the state you found yourself in tonight. You relaxed into his touch as you had done before, allowing him to take care of you. Still, though, you couldn’t help but feel bad for somehow making this big bad vampire cater to your needs and wants. He was supposed to be out terrorizing people; hell, he killed people to stay alive! Yet here he was massaging your shoulders…

You could feel your eyes watering as you spiraled, realizing how fortunate you were to have Viago in your life, regardless of all the chaos it often brought you. “V-Vi?” You asked, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to ensure that any touching up you did to them to get ready stayed in place.

“Yes, my love?” He responded, his eyes searching yours, anxious to hear what you had to say.

You took a deep breath before speaking your thoughts. “I just…I don’t feel the best about myself tonight. Well, actually, most nights recently. And days. And I know you don’t care-”

He gripped one of your hands with his own as he interjected. “Of course I care,” he began, using his free hand to tuck some loose hair behind your ear. “I know it’s like the most cliché thing I could say, but liebchen, you’re the greatest thing that’s happened to me in centuries.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at his statement, but instead smiled at the meaning it held. “Considering only a handful of people can even say they’ve lived for centuries, I think there’s cheesier things you could’ve said.”

Viago’s smile widened, his fangs adorning his lower lip, happy to see your lifted mood. “Yeah, like what?” He asked.

You could feel the tension within yourself diminish as you curled your index fingers and brought them to either side of your lips. “I want to suck your blood!” You said, your accent mimicking a more extreme, dracula-esque version of his. Viago looked as though he was both offended but also glad that you felt confident enough to mock him, and you felt yourself smiling at his ability to cheer you up so easily.

You used your newfound tranquility to glance once more in the mirror, standing up from the bed and walking towards it as you followed the shape of your body. You felt Viago’s hands on your hips, but this time just in passing, as he placed himself between you and the mirror and began removing his overcoat.

You raised your eyebrows at his actions. “Woah, woah, woah, Vi! Are you trying to distract me from how I feel with your powers of seduction or something?!”

Viago chuckled at that, placing his hands on his hips. “As good as you look, darling, and as interesting as that sounds…” he began, moving to place his overcoat over the mirror, covering the glass. “That’s not what I was intending…at the moment. Unless…”

You rolled your eyes at his proposition, closing the space between each of you. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, admiring the soft sensation under your fingertips. As your hands reach the nape of his neck, you interlock your hands, drawing his attention to your face in front of him. You glanced into his eyes as you spoke, “Vi, do you really think I look good tonight?”

He nodded as though it was obvious, but raised an eyebrow and cradled your chin with one of his hands when he was met with a look of uncertainty from you. “I know what you’re doing, liebling.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” You asked, removing your hands from his neck and tracing them down his chest, resting them on his pecs.

He followed the movement of your hands as he replied. “If I say you look good, you’ll convince yourself not to believe me. And if I say you don’t, which is literally never the truth, ever–”

“Then I will beat your eternal ass.” You laughed, astounded at how easily he could draw you from your dismissive thoughts.

He removed your hands from his chest and held them in his own, drawing circles on them with his thumbs. He leaned in close to reply, knowing you love the sensation, as he spoke. “I’d love to see you try.”

You pulled back, feigning offense, and raising your fists in a faux fighting pose. “Let’s go, you and me, right now,” you said, oblivious to the ironic fact that you just challenged a vampire to a round of hand-to-hand combat.

Viago laughed at your actions and nearly moved to join in on your little charade, but played dumb instead. “Go where? On a date?”

You mentally scolded yourself for teaching him basic rules of sarcasm and modern dialect. His joking inquiry, however, reminded you of the current situation you were in. “Yeah, shit…speaking of that, shouldn’t we be on our way out by now?”

This time, it was Viago’s turn to feign offense before speaking; complete with a dramatic hand over his chest. “What, you don’t want to be fashionably late? It’s like…one of the best things about me being a vampire–we’ve got literally all the time in the world for these types of things.”

You smiled at his proposition. “If you say so, but seeing as you just took off your coolest accessory, I don’t know about the whole ‘fashionable’ part…”

“What do you mean? You’re my coolest accessory,” he said, before his face dropped at how strange that sounded out of context. “Uhh, in a totally non-creepy and 100% fueled by my undying passion and love for you type of way.”

You crossed your arms and shook your head. “You’re killing me, Vi.”

“Well, you’re technically the only one here who even has the ability to be killed, so-”

You grinned throughout his reasoning and then cut him off with a kiss. His lips were cold, like normal–a feeling you had come to love. He moved to deepen the kiss, leaning down and gripping your waist to steady you as you moved against each other. Viago’s kisses were never short of phenomenal; the man literally had hundreds of years to perfect his craft. The coldness of his lips and touch contrasted perfectly with the fire and warmth he so often fueled inside of you.

As you began to get lost in the moment, a bite to your lip brought you back to reality. You pulled back, at first offended, but when you felt the familiar sensation of blood rushing to the location, and Viago’s fixated stare at your lip, you went in for another kiss. This time, however, Viago honed in on the spot where he previously broke skin, and when he pulled back you watched as a drop of your blood dripped down his chin.

Damn, you shouldn't have thought that was hot.

No, like, you really shouldn’t have, cause Viago could literally read your mind. And judging by the way he made a show out of the way he slyly wiped the crimson liquid off his chin, only to bring his fingers up to his lips for a taste, he definitely just did.

You crossed your arms again, with a pout. “That’s not fair!”

Viago shot you a confused look, and removed his–now clean–fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his coat that was still covering the mirror. “What? I thought you liked it when I did that…”

You raised a hand to your forehead in defeat at his lack of knowledge in the realm of human social cues, and sighed. “It wasn’t that Vi! I was just going to say that it’s not fair you get to fuel my fantasies with all your, uhhh…” You paused to search for a better word than what came to mind but decided against it when nothing else felt right, “...vampire-ness, and I can never seem to do the same for you.”

Viago started laughing in a way you had never seen before; like a full on maniacal, if you didn’t know this man you would run for the hills, type of laugh.

“What’s so funny, Mr. Cullen?” You asked him, confident that your jab would snap him out of his fit of laughter.

It certainly snapped him out of it, but of course he had something witty to say in response. “Wait, did you say, uh, Mr. Cullen? As in like the dad from those movies? Darling, I am not offended in the slightest cause, oh, that man-”

You swayed on your feet as you attempted to ground yourself in the current moment, anxious to hear how tonight would pan out. “Viago, my darling, I really do not need to know about your Carlisle Cullen fantasies right now; that is a topic for another time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at your interest, before you continued. “I just need to know if we are going to this thing or not.”

He noticed the anxiousness in your tone and reached a comforting hand out to rest on your arm. “Yeah, of course! I’ve been looking forward to it for a while now. The others are already waiting outside.”

“Really? I mean, we shouldn’t let them wait much longer then, huh?” You said, handing Viago his overcoat.

He gladly accepted it, pulling it around his form. “Oh and in case you didn’t gather this from literally this entire conversation…” He paused briefly to secure his arm around your waist, before continuing. “You look absolutely amazing tonight, and you fuel all my fantasies.” He then leaned down once more, and with a wink he said, “and then some.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the uncovered mirror, seeing now how wonderful the two of you look together. “You know what? After all that, I think I’m going to have to say I agree with you.”

“Glad you can finally see where I’m coming from, my love.” He said, with a kiss to the temple as you hurried out the door.

[vlion]

For the love of all things holy, please write more Ed/Stede/female Reader fics. The one on ao3 is the hottest thing I’ve read in awhile. 🔥🥵

Omg thank you so much!! It was a pleasure to write ;)

[vlion]

Could I plzz request izzy hands x chubby reader plzz and/or viago x chubby reader plzz bc I've been feeling rlly down in the dumps lately and I've noticed no one has written chubby reader with these men

Such a travesty indeed

So...do u mind?????

I hear you and totally agree!! I unfortunately don't write for Izzy (he's a bit too much for me to handle lmaooo) but I believe you sent a request for Viago a bit ago that I will prioritize and get to ASAP! He's like my number 1 comfort character and it would be an honor to write for him! It should be ready relatively soon, but I am leaving for a week long trip on Friday so I apologize if there's a bit of a delay :)

[vlion]

Could I please request poly blackbonnet x fem reader smut?

The Kraken, The Lighthouse, and The Siren (Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Female Reader)

Author’s Note*: Thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoy! I traveled and then got COVID throughout the process of writing this so I apologize for the delay. I feel like I'm incapable of writing smut without plot, so hopefully the little backstory and build-up I included is cohesive and adds to the experience. I also see and love all the requests in my inbox (requests are still closed at this time), and I will get to work on them soon. Thanks again!

*I also wanted to say that I received some...interesting comments and messages when I announced this fic. I personally view Ed and Stede as bisexual, as I identify this way, and I find it comforting to believe that two of my favorite characters may identify the same way as I. Yes, this is technically a headcannon, and I acknowledge this, but I believe the way that each character is represented in ofmd is done so in a fluid manner, allowing for open discourse and creation around the topic. I felt the need to say this to respond indirectly to the messages I received, and I wanted to let you all know that I am constantly learning and listening to what each of you have to say. I am grateful to have built my own following in a corner of the internet where we can all be open and supportive of each other. Thank you all for being here, and I look forward to writing for you more!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40400847

Content Warnings/General Themes: ⚠ 18+ content: by reading this you affirm you are over the age of 18 years or over the age of maturity as stated in your regional or local guidelines. AFAB! Female-Identifying Reader (female pronouns/terms of endearment used), Bi! Edward Teach/Blackbeard, Bi! Stede Bonnet, making out, love confessions, mentions of eating/refusing food, oral (male/female receiving), 'Captain' kink, spit kink, dom/sub undertones, very slight hurt/comfort, threesome, p-in-v smut, lots of swearing, choking

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9,434 (oh my god)

It had all happened so fast.

You had been taken in as a stowaway aboard the Revenge by none other than the Gentleman Pirate, after he found you stranded at sea. Your previous captain and crew had nearly thrown you overboard after finding out your ‘secret identity’, muttering something about how it was bad luck to even have you on board in the first place. You felt rightfully frustrated at this policy–you had just as much right to be there as any of them, not to mention the fact that you had saved their asses countless times and sacrificed your own true identity for the sake of simply being on the ship.

Whatever, they were just sexist assholes; at least, that’s what the so-called ‘Blackbeard’ had said to you upon your arrival at your new home at sea. Both he and his ‘co-captain’–because apparently that was a thing–were quick to assure you that you were welcome on the Revenge, no matter your background. Stede had been the one to ensure that you were comfortable in your new surroundings, introducing you to the other crew and even setting aside some clothes for you to wear and letting you crash on his couch, as everything you had accumulated over the years was left behind on the other ship.

You were surprised at their kindness, as you had heard mixed rumors about each of them. Blackbeard–or Ed, as you now knew him as–certainly had a reputation that made you a bit hesitant to get close to him. The same was true for Stede as well, but for all the opposite reasons. While Ed was painted as some sort of relentless killer, Stede had been described as an amateur, who had paid his way to piracy. You now knew those things weren’t entirely true, and each of them amounted to much more than their reputations. And to be honest, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the ways in which they prove those generalizations to be inaccurate. Seeing Blackbeard engage in crew bonding exercises, and Captain Bonnet order people around, never fails to make you smile. And turn you on. But that was a whole different story.

Recently, tensions had been high amongst the crew of the Revenge. With your previous crew still holding a grudge, as well as the English Crown constantly on all of your asses for, well, existing; nearly everyone was on edge. Even Stede, who was usually able to be a source of guidance and light during difficult situations, had confined himself to his room, trying to determine the best course of action. Seeing him like that, in such a state of panic and uncertainty, it made you want to do something–anything–to get him out of that headspace.

As Stede continued to isolate himself, you eventually shared your thoughts with Ed, and he agreed that something needed to be done. Over the course of a week or so, the two of you had gathered up supplies at various trading posts, and gained insight about a private island that had apparently been captured by a mutual friend of yours, who gladly allowed you entry–of course, after Ed had threatened the man in order to ensure that he wasn’t leading you and the rest of the crew into a trap. The man had insisted he was telling the truth and you had to believe him–especially after Ed had nearly broken the poor guy's wrist after pinning him against a wall over the course of the–very heated–conversation. It was hot as fuck.

Maybe that was why you let him kiss you the night you returned from your little escapade. Actually, it was more like an all-out makeout session, complete with lip-biting and the occasional gasp for air. You had been preparing to cook a feast that was sure to keep everyone well fed for however long you were to stay anchored at the island, and just as you left it to cook you were greeted with a hungry-looking Ed in the doorway of the galley. Of course, in the moment, you didn’t realize just what he was actually hungry for–even offering to cook him something to hold him over until dinner. The smug bastard had actually belly-laughed at that, refusing your offer but asking if he could kiss you instead, making heat flood to your cheeks.

How in the everloving fuck did you not pick up on Blackbeard trying to flirt with you? Regardless, you gave into his request, and that’s how you found yourself perched atop the counter with Ed between your legs, his hands wandering across the top half of your body as you lost yourself in his lips and soft touches.

You were pretty sure multiple crew members had walked in on the two of you, probably chatting among themselves about the scene they had–unknowingly–committed themselves to. It was quite a sight–you, the innocent stowaway, caged in by the big bad Blackbeard, his lips molding to yours while his leather-clad lower half pressed into your core.

Eventually, he was the one who broke the kiss, mumbling something about how he was needed on the upper deck, and with one final peck on the lips, he was off. You checked on the food and covered it, setting it aside for later. You took a portion of it out and tasted it, before placing a serving into a bowl just as you had done for the past couple nights.

During Stede’s ‘retreat’ of sorts, he had often neglected to eat, always offering some type of excuse or claiming that he was too busy. You were grateful, however, that Stede did eat when you brought him food. You always stayed with him when he ate, allowing him to share whatever thoughts had crossed his mind as of recently regardless of the fact that you generally saw him three times a day or more. You couldn’t help but feel protective of him, constantly checking on him and ensuring he was alright. One day in particular, when he clearly didn’t want anything to do with, well, anything, you laid with him and soothed him as best you could, holding his hand when he started overthinking and entering into a state of crisis, as well as sharing some stories from your childhood and listening to his.

Yeah, so basically, you had fallen for Stede. And now Ed, apparently, if your impromptu makeout session meant anything. Besides the reputation-based rumors you had heard upon boarding the ship, you had also heard that the two men may have been more than just friends. You observed firsthand the selfless way in which they seemed to care for each other, not to mention the lingering stares and small moments of intimacy they would share in passing. Cosmically, it all seemed right to you–like the three of you fit together. The only thing you wished was that you were included in their little…whatever they had going on. Stede and Ed were like two opposite ends of a spectrum, the Kraken and the Lighthouse, with you, the Siren, balancing them out in the middle–a perfect combination of rigidity and debonair.

It just made sense; which may have been why you shared your thoughts with Stede in the first place. You had shared a few drinks with him one night, trying to make him laugh despite all the things on his mind, and casually let it slip that you could see yourself with him and Ed. Both of you laughed off the idea, but part of you wished that he took your feelings to heart and perhaps even acted on them.

At least you had Ed–kind of; if you could count randomly making out in the kitchen as something.

You were drawn out of your thoughts as you approached the door to yours and Stede’s shared room, knocking in a pattern that Stede knew as yours.

“Come in!” You heard through the door, in Stede’s distinct inflection. You were glad to hear he still had the chipper, optimistic tone of voice you had come to love even when he was left to his own devices.

“How’s it going tonight, Captain?” You asked him, and he smiled at the term of authority-turned nickname you often used.

“Not too bad, but I certainly missed my favorite meal-delivery person–who also happens to be my roommate and personal chef!” He said, eyes warm as you approached him and handed him his dinner.

“Not to burst your bubble or anything, Stede, but today I cooked for everyone. I don’t think that makes me–”

“Yeah, I heard. Ed told me all about it.” He said, in a relatively serious and knowing tone.

Your eyes widened. Helping out on the upper deck, my ass, you thought, recalling the bullshit excuse Ed had given you earlier.

“Listen…Stede…what happened between me and Ed, it was a heat of the moment thing,” you started, carefully gauging his reaction as you went on. “I don’t even know if I have fully processed it myself, and I know I love spending time with you as well, and I heard the two of you are also kinda a thing-”

“Darling, I’m not mad. I was the one who told Ed to make a move in the first place.” He said, nonchalantly taking a bite of his meal.

Your brow furrowed as you took a moment to collect yourself. “Wait…seriously?” You cautiously sat down next to Stede as he continued to eat, who paused slightly to nod his head, confirming your suspicions.

He raised the fork he was using to eat and gestured towards you as he spoke once more. “Poor Ed couldn’t get you off his mind and came to me for advice and obviously because I have such a great track-record of relationships under my belt, I told him to do whatever felt right, which was apparently to corner you in the kitchen and make out like teenagers, if I heard him correctly?”

You snorted at the description he gave, realizing how accurate it truly was. You took a moment to lock eyes with Stede, finding comfort in the earnest and sincere look he had on his face. You reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, figuring that you should probably tell him how you felt if you already made it to–at least–second base with his other half.

“Stede, I…” You let your hand slide down to his shoulder, offering some pressure to work his tense muscles.

“Go on darling, I’m listening.” He offered, placing his dish out of the way so you could have his full attention.

“I really like you. Both of you. And, like, I think you know but also I didn’t know how this was going to work,” you said, gesturing between you, him, and an imaginary third-party. “Ed and I were planning something to cheer you up, and I think he caught on during all that and I honestly should have told you–”

Stede cut you off once again, this time with his lips on yours. Even though you had been affectionate with him before and more physically comfortable with him as you shared a room with him, you found yourself shocked at his sudden advance. You welcomed it, obviously, but you almost couldn’t believe that you were really kissing Stede.

As you deepened the kiss, you noticed his style of kissing was far more gentle and rhythmic than Ed’s more chaotic and sloppy method. Stede took the time to really feel the curve of your lips on his own, savoring the lingering taste of sugar and dough that had come as a result of you tasting the meal you had just prepared.

You moved to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs while he moved his lips to your neck and jaw. You gasped at the action, not expecting him to kiss you in those sensitive regions. You softly ran your hands along his shoulders and back, massaging and rubbing what you could reach. This was certainly a way to relieve some of his stress, that’s for sure.

Just as you started to get into a good rhythm, Stede pulled back, looking up at you with one of the most genuine smiles you had seen on him since he entered his funk.

“I would love to sit here and do this with you all night, my love, but we should rest up for tomorrow–we’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brow, curious as to what he was on about.

At your quizzical response, Stede continued. “We’re dropping anchor at the island tomorrow, remember?” You rolled your eyes at Ed’s lack of ability to keep his mouth shut. “Yeah, Ed let that slip too,” he continued, “...and…hopefully you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of suggesting that you, Ed, and I get our own private bungalow…if you catch my drift.” He said, waving his eyebrows at the last bit.

Yeah, you totally caught his drift. Now all you had to do was survive through the night and following day without going completely weak at the knees.

~

You awoke the next morning feeling literally better than ever. The ship was anchored at a lovely part of the island that allowed you to see white sand and clear water for miles, with a few living spaces and natural flora strewn about. Stede had woken you up with a kiss on the forehead, before letting you know he was going to scope out the island with Ed and a few others. You had taken your time in getting ready, dolling yourself up a bit to embrace the relaxing vibes.

As you made your way onto solid land–after greeting a rather cheerful Lucius and sharing a few words with Jim–you nearly tripped over your feet when your eyes locked onto the scene unfolding in front of you.

Stede and Ed were doing what you could only describe as ‘frolicking’ in the water along the beach. Your eyes immediately traveled to Ed’s bare chest, and the various tattoos that adorned his body. He hadn’t seen you yet, so luckily he couldn’t embarrass you about ogling over him just yet, but you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him in the meantime.

That is, until Stede came into view. He emerged from the water, looking like the culmination of every fantasy you had had about the seemingly innocent man. Unlike Ed, he had chosen to leave his white undershirt on, with the top buttons undone. The way his broad chest glistened in the sunlight with droplets of water and slightest hint of sweat, as well as how the transparency of the wet shirt allowed you to see his form, had you clenching your thighs together and swallowing the saliva that had unknowingly accumulated in your mouth.

Damn, they were hot. And come to think of it–you were too. The heat index had to be skyrocketing on this particular day, and the sun reflecting off the crashing waves did little to cool you. With another swallow for good measure, you began your descent down the sloped beach, leaving your shoes in the sand as you approached the two men in the water.

“Hello darling! We were just wondering when you might turn up,” Stede said, flashing his signature smile in your direction.

“Yeah, I was starting to think you blew us off to go hang out with Jim or some shit,” Ed added.

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to the two men. “First of all, there is other important…business…that Jim can get up to on their own other than ‘hanging out’ with me, thank you very much,” you said, gesturing at the person in question to further what you were saying. “And second,” you continued, glancing between the two men, “I wanted to see what you two were up to.”

Ed pursed his lips and let out a huff. “Hmm, that’s funny.”

“What?” You shot back.

He turned to face you. “Nothing, I’m just trying to figure out where in that little speech of yours that you were going to explain why you were drooling over us a minute ago,” Ed said, with a cocky, shit-eating grin on his face.

Your eyes widened, and if Stede hadn’t been there as well you would have seriously considered slapping the look straight off of Ed’s face. Or kissing it off. Or both.

Stede moved to stand between you and the other man. “Now, now, Ed. Stop teasing Y/N! We’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?!” You couldn’t help but realize how much Stede looked like a father scolding his rambunctious child at that moment. Sometimes you forgot the man was a father outside of his life of piracy, and to be honest, you couldn’t help but find that rather–

Ed interrupted your thoughts. “Well Y/N certainly seems to be relaxing, if you know what I mean...”

You moved past Stede so that you were face to face with Ed. “Edward Teach, you are going to fucking GET IT!” You said, highlighting your statement with an–almost comically lackluster–splash.

Ed feigned surprise, using a hand to cover his open mouth. “Yeah? Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish, sweetheart,” he said, hesitating before doing anything in response. The action itself was kind of cute, but you weren’t in the mood for cute–you were out for blood.

“You should tell yourself that,” you said with a sly smile, before lunging towards him and splashing him a few times in rapid succession, noticing the way Stede seemed to be debating between running for the hills and stepping between the two of you once more. As Stede opted for a sort-of middle ground where he almost seemed to be supervising the two of you, Ed had begun splashing you in response, effectively soaking your upper half. Of course, you had opted to wear a blouse similar to the one Stede was currently wearing (as he had loaned it to you upon arrival), so you were certain the two men in front of you were getting quite the view of your form.

You closed your eyes as Ed’s splashes became too overwhelming, and you missed the way each of the men followed the curve of your body as you raised your hands above your head in surrender and said “that’s enough!”

With one final flick of water which earned him a look of annoyance from you, Ed halted his actions.

You lowered your arms and wiped any remaining water from your face and eyes, shaking your arms and upper body to try and dry what you could. Stede approached you at this point, his hand connecting with your cheek as he angled your head up so his eyes could meet yours.

“Did he go too hard on you?” He innocently asked, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the innuendo that the statement insinuated. Stede smiled in response, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Of course, the sweet moment was interrupted by the grey-haired pirate who you nearly forgot was standing near you.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help but feel like I’m interrupting something here…” he said, and you were reminded that you hadn’t had the chance to tell him about the moment you shared with Stede the previous night. Your fears, however, were relieved by Stede chuckling and inviting Ed to join the two of you, which led you to assume that Stede had already filled him in.

You reached out for Ed as he approached you, stroking your hand up and down his toned arm when he was within reach. “For the record, I was only staring earlier because I enjoy seeing the mighty Blackbeard frolicking on the beach in my free time.”

He laughed a genuine laugh at that. “Sure, Y/N, you keep telling yourself that. Whatever you have to do to sleep at night.”

You glanced between him and Stede before speaking again. “Right…so about sleeping…” you broached, and once you received confused looks from each of them, you continued on. “Stede told me about our…uh…sleeping arrangements tonight…”

“And, let me guess, you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come?” Stede added, as if he was reading your mind.

You nodded, suddenly feeling a little flustered at both your close proximity to the two men as well as from the effects of the warm sun on your skin. You saw Ed smirk out of the corner of your eye at your admission, and then felt him walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle.

“Is this okay?” He asked, moving your hair to the side to reveal your neck.

“Of course,” you responded, locking eyes with Stede as Ed started kissing your neck and jaw. As you moved your head to the side to allow him better access, you locked eyes with Stede, who had moved to be directly in front of you. “Can I touch you?” You asked him, and were immediately met with him frantically nodding.

As Ed reached around to untuck the shirt you were wearing to access your skin underneath, you reached your own hands up to where Stede’s shirt had opened, and ran your fingers over his bare chest. You stroked your hands up and down, then used the collar of his shirt to pull him in for a kiss.

You moved to deepen the kiss, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two men, and you could sense the raw, primal desire each of the men had for you. You could also feel it in the way Stede’s kiss was all teeth and tongue, and how Ed’s tightening pants behind you rubbed against your ass.

You pulled away from Stede but continued your actions with your hands, turning your head to be in line with Ed’s ear. “When was the last time you had a proper fuck?” You asked him, kissing his earlobe as you waited for a response.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, sweetheart?” He nearly growled, accentuating his statement by gripping your hips tightly. “Do you think about me like that? Think about us, like that? Huh?”

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by an obscenely loud–and incredibly inconvenient–whistle from behind you. You, Ed, and Stede were off each other in an instant, heads whipping towards the source of the sound. What you weren’t prepared for, was to see nearly the entire crew of the Revenge making their way towards you.

Stede greeted his crew with a wave, making his way towards them and beckoning you over in the process.

Yeah, this was going to be a long day.

~

The night had fallen, as had your heart, after the events of the day. Besides the obligatory vacation and crew festivities that kept you busy, you couldn’t help but anxiously await the anticipated events of the night.

Stede and Ed had their fun with you nearly the entire day, mostly through lingering touches and hushed conversations, doing nothing to make the time spent with the crew pass any quicker. You had eventually called it quits as the sun began to set, excusing yourself as you headed towards your rather luxurious living quarters for the night, which is where you found yourself now.

You glanced up from where you were perched on perhaps the largest bed you had ever seen. From your position, you could see the gorgeous living room that had greeted you upon arrival, as well as the kitchen and stairs to the guest room. You assumed that you would be sleeping there tonight, but upon locating the bed that nearly swallowed you whole, you figured that you and your two companions could all fit here.

A knock at the front door had you up in an instant. The knock was accompanied by an “anybody home?” that was far too chipper to be anyone other than Stede.

You opened the door once you reached it, smiling upon realizing that Ed had tagged along with Stede. “Hey boys!” You greeted, backing up to allow them inside. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was for Ed to barge in before Stede and push you up against the nearest wall, his hands finding your hips while his lips found yours. It was a filthy kiss, clearly only initiated to bring about…something more. Something that you had been thinking about for the better part of your time with the captains of the Revenge.

You pulled back–much to Ed’s dismay–and immediately cradled his face as you began to speak, hearing Stede approach you from behind, similar to the position you found yourself in just hours ago.

“So…” you droned on, angling yourself so that you could get a look at both men.

“So…” Stede replied, smirking at your sudden bashfulness.

Ed grunted and gripped your hips, drawing your attention back to him. “Do you want this sweetheart?” He asked sweetly, genuine concern in his eyes. “Want us?” He added, before leaning back to gauge your reaction.

You looked between him and Stede with a smirk, before responding. “I’ve wanted this for longer than you could ever know.”

Stede raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that right?” He asked, smoothing a hand down your side and resting it on Ed’s hand. You were starting to get used to being sandwiched between the two men, especially when you caught the tender look shared between them as you let out a sigh of contentment and nodded.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class, Y/N?” Ed teased, his grip on your hips tightening.

You bit your lip and pulled away, their hands falling away from your body. “What if I showed you, instead?” You asked, reaching a hand out for each of them to take. Stede obliged, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you towards the bedroom, while Ed settled for a slight slap on your ass and followed closely behind.

You were quick to push Stede onto the bed, straddling him while you helped him take off his–many–layers. You heard Ed doing the same behind you, and were greeted by him in just his leather pants, and you were not modest in the way you checked him out.

He opened his mouth to speak but you were quick to stop him. “Ed, I swear if you are about to ask me if I ‘like what I see’ I will literally make you sit and watch while me and Stede-”

He cut you off with a chuckle. “Woah. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to suck my dick, but now that I know that you’re into voyeurism, I might just take you up on that offer.”

Your face dropped and you rolled your eyes, and you were about to turn your attention back to a now shirtless Stede when you felt a strong grip on your chin. Ed angled your face to turn back towards his, his eyes now hooded and dark.

“Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” He questioned, and you felt your heart drop at his words. You had never seen Ed in what he and Stede referred to as ‘Blackbeard Mode,’ and now that it was fully on display you couldn’t help but feel a little scared…but also incredibly turned on.

The grip on your chin loosed, only for Ed to move it to your neck. “Answer me!” Ed demanded, which nearly sent you into a panic–a sexy, heart racing type of panic.

“Yeah, I did.” You mumbled under your breath.

Ed narrowed his eyes. “What was that?” He asked.

You cleared your throat as best you could given your current position, and felt Stede’s hands slide delicately up your back to relax you. You caved at their actions, softening as you let down your guard. “I did Ed, I’m sorry...” you replied, louder than your previous statement.

Ed removed his hand from your neck, stroking it down your cheek softly. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart–I’m just fuckin’ with you. You know I like the difficult ones.” At your confused look, he nodded towards the other man before adding, “just ask Stede. That man has the mouth of a sailor…pun fully intended,” he said with a wink, nearly making you roll your eyes again and defeat the entire purpose of…whatever the hell this was.

Instead, your eyes widened slightly at the new information, before turning back to Stede. “Is it true, Stede?” You asked, still slightly taken aback that the seemingly innocent blonde was something else entirely in bed.

He responded by pulling your hips towards him, and angling you so that your core could grind against his erection, leaning in so he could speak into your ear. “I guess you’ll have to find out, darling.” He said in a voice you nearly didn’t recognize, before continuing. “Also, that’s ‘Captain’ to you, missy.”

You pulled back and shared a look with Ed to see if Stede was serious or not, and when Ed didn’t roll his eyes or make a comment, you knew you were in for an interesting night.

You rolled your hips on Stede’s hardening cock, moaning at the feeling and the way his lips parted to do the same, before responding. “Alright Captain, you gonna show me what you’re made of, or keep teasing me all night?”

At that, Ed reached around your body and began removing your clothes, probably after realizing you still had on at least two more layers than they did. Stede busied himself with attacking your neck with his lips, continuing to grind you down in his lap while Ed did the same from behind you. You could feel your panties nearly soaking through at this point, your core throbbing for more attention.

As if he could read your mind, Ed pulled you away from Stede–not without a whine from you, of course–and sat you on the bed next to the blonde. You turned to face Stede, taking in how truly gorgeous the man is, prompting you to lean forward to kiss him, immediately opening your mouth to allow your tongues to collide. It was sloppy, drool threatening to spill out of your mouth and probably his too, but it was just what you needed at the moment. Oh, and certainly the hand that was slowly snaking its way into your pants currently.

You opened your eyes to try and get a better view of how the other man was touching you, but a firm hand came up to keep you focused on your kiss. “Focus on Stede for me, sweetheart,” Ed began, “I want to taste this sweet pussy and make you feel good.” You moaned, before he continued. “Can you let me do that for you, baby?”

You nodded frantically, parting your legs for him and allowing him to remove your pants. You could feel him playing with the waistband of your panties and he sunk down between your legs. As you felt his lips on your inner thighs and clothed center, you took the opportunity to stroke Stede’s inner thigh, feeling him tense slightly then relax into your touch. Just as you had done for Ed, Stede widened his legs, allowing you access into his trousers. You pulled back from your kiss with him, bringing your forehead to his as you longed for more of the closeness you had established with him.

You moved to continue your actions, stroking your hands along Stede’s lower stomach, halting when you felt Ed pull down your panties and quickly move to connect himself with your core. His lips were on your clit, sucking and kissing the swollen bud, as his fingers came up to find your soaken hole. He slowly slid two fingers into your pussy, setting a slow but steady pace as you braced yourself on Stede’s thighs.

Ed pulled back, his fingers fully replacing his mouth as he gauged your reaction to his actions thus far. “God…you’re so fucking soaked, Y/N. Do you want to make Stede feel good while I make you cum?”

You hesitated before responding, not because you were unsure of your answer but because his fingers were hitting all the right spots at the moment. His rough hands only added to the sensation, and you felt like you had to restrain yourself from fully getting off on his hand.

Stede picked up on your inability to form a response, and gripped your hands where they were resting on his thighs. He looked at Ed and there seemed to be a mutual understanding, and then Ed’s hands were off of you, gaining your attention.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Ed was already standing in front of Stede, offering the other man his fingers that had just been inside of you.

When you say that you nearly passed out from the scene that was unfolding in front of you, you were definitely not exaggerating. Stede leaned forward, gripping Ed’s hand at the wrist and guiding his fingers into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the digits, tongue flicking out to taste your slick, and you literally had to cross your legs to keep from orgasming on the spot. To make matters worse, Stede opened his eyes and made eye contact with first Ed then you, and let out a moan, as though he was tasting his own personal cocktail of ambrosia.

Stede released Ed’s fingers, and you felt yourself being moved by Ed so that you were kneeling perpendicular to where Stede was sitting on the edge of the bed, with your head near his lap. Ed positioned himself behind you, and you missed the way he licked his lips and leaned down as you focused on Stede’s pleasure. Gingerly, you reached for Stede’s trousers and briefs once more, pulling them down enough to free his now throbbing cock. You looked up at Stede shyly, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he flashed you a soft smile before he spoke. “Go ahead, darling.”

To encourage you further, Ed took this opportunity to attack your pussy with his tongue. You were super glad he decided to shave his beard only a few days ago, as the slight burn of the stubble contrasted with his wet, soft tongue felt amazing in between your legs. Before you became overwhelmed with the sensation once again, you reached forward and took Stede’s cock in your hand. It barely fit in just one of your hands, which you discovered as you started to jerk off his shaft.

“Give me your hand, darling,” Stede said, and you obliged. “Good girl,” he added once you moved to comply. You kept one hand moving on his dick while you reached out your other one, which the man took and brought to his mouth. Just as Ed started eating you out like a starved man, Stede spit into your open hand, then guided it back down to join your other hand. The action itself was filthy in nature, making you buck your hips into Ed’s mouth and increase the rate at which you jerked Stede off. He gasped at the action, and you could feel him holding his hips back to resist rutting up into your hands.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Stede said, before adding, “Is Ed going to make you cum, sweetheart?” He leaned his head back slightly to toss some of his hair out of his face, before looking down at you for a response.

“Yes, shit, gonna cum soon–” You were cut off by a slap on your ass by Ed, causing you to jolt forward and come face to face with Stede’s cock. You better positioned yourself on Stede’s thighs, leaning forward to take the tip into your mouth. You could feel that Ed added his fingers back into your pussy somewhere during this process, and the familiar heat in your core ramping up as he continued his actions.

You removed one hand from Stede’s cock as you took him deeper into your mouth, using it to massage his balls. You could feel a combination of your spit and Stede’s precum sliding down his shaft to meet your hand, earning you a moan from the man above you. Upon hearing his sighs of pleasure, you let out one of your own, making Stede buck his hips and egging Ed’s attack on your pussy on further.

“Gonna cum, Y/N? With my face buried in your pussy, and your mouth around your Captain’s cock? Let it all go baby…” Ed said, and with that, you were seeing stars. You were glad you had Stede’s dick in your mouth, as the moans that threatened to slip out as you rode your high were–mostly–stifled.

Ed continued to lick and kiss your cunt as you came down, while Stede reluctantly pulled you off his cock. When you moved to take him back into your mouth, he reached out a hand to stop you, offering a merciful smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re just a little too good at that is all,” he explained with a grin, and you felt Ed move behind you.

“I’m assuming you enjoyed that, huh, sweetheart?” Ed said, kneeling next to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t resist turning your head to kiss him on the mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back before you could deepen the kiss too much, looking at you with hooded eyes, similar to the way he did earlier. “God…who would’ve guessed that sweet Y/N was this filthy…” He teased, hand coming up to grip your cheeks and open your mouth. “Stick out your tongue for me, yeah?”

You did what he asked without hesitation, face still in Ed’s grasp, and he spit into your mouth. He released his grip and watched as you swallowed, using your eagerness as a sign to continue on with the events of the night.

“So…” Ed began, “Stede and I were talking…”

“And we wanted to leave it up to you before we went any further.” Stede interjected, a look of concern on his face.

You looked between them for what felt like the hundredth time this evening, and could see the love they had to share staring straight back at you. You knew, even prior to what had already occurred, that if there was anyone you wanted to do something like…whatever this was with, it would be them. Not only had they been there for you at one of your darkest times, but they had become sources of empowerment and support in the relatively short amount of time you knew them. Which is why you were confident in what you moved to say next.

“Ed…” You began, cupping his cheek then turning to Stede and doing the same. “Stede…” Both men leaned into your touch and listened intently. “There’s literally no one I would rather be doing this with. Both of you heard my call, took me by the hand, and led me to where I am today.” Both of their faces softened at your confession, and you placed your hands back into your lap.

Ed cleared his throat, breaking the short silence. “So, uh…we gonna fuck or not?”

You moved to straddle him, giggling at his statement. “Isn’t that literally what we were just doing?” You asked, rolling your hips over his still clothed erection.

“You haven’t even seen the slightest of what I’m capable of.” He replied, the brooding look returning to his face. This time, however, you weren’t having it, and saw through his dark façade.

“Okay, Blackbeard.” You said, rolling your eyes at his statement for added effect. He did not like that.

With a slap to your ass–and a glare from Stede–Ed repositioned you to perch atop his leg, leaning down towards your ear. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.” You nearly rolled your eyes again–of course he did. “Now be a good girl and get off on my leg, then we can give you what you really want.”

You did what he asked, but not without adding, “what I really want? You mean your love and devotion?”

Ed snorted at that, gripping your waist tighter and grinding you harder into his lap. “I think you need something to shut you up.” He said, grunting whenever you came in contact with his dick.

You raised an eyebrow at that and shared a look with Stede, who was watching this all unfold with an eager expression. He looked gorgeous from this angle, his hair all disheveled and his body on full display.

You halted the movement of your hips, hearing Ed let out a frustrated grunt. “I want both of you, so bad…” You said, matter-of-factly.

“How do you want us?” Stede asked, his concerned nature making itself known.

You felt yourself blush at the question, again not expecting something of such a suggestive nature falling out of Stede’s lips. That being said, he literally just revealed his apparent “Captain” kink to you so maybe you were too quick to judge what Stede was or wasn’t capable of saying.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you focused on what exactly was being asked of you. You honestly wanted nothing more than for each of the men to pound you into the mattress of this probably far too nice and boutique bed of yours, but a part of you deep down really wanted Stede to be the first of the two to get to know you so intimately. After all, he had done so much to take care of you as you had done for him–it just felt right.

Once you made up your mind–after also reminding yourself that you have all night–you voiced your thoughts. “Stede, I want you…” you began, looking down at your core before flicking your eyes back to the other man. “And Ed, I–”

He caught your drift immediately and finished your statement. “You want me to fuck your mouth, is that right?”

“Fuck, yeah.” You responded, too horny to say something witty in response.

At that, Stede stood and allowed you to move up and lay with your head dangling off the bed, giving yourself a perfect view of Ed’s lower half. You reached out and gripped what you could of his waist, pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed dip as Stede hovered over you, feeling his hands go to your shirt to finally remove it.

“May I?” He asked–ever the gentleman. You nodded, and you helped him pull the article of clothing off of you. You could feel Ed shifting behind you, and if you could see him attempting to wiggle out of his tight pants you would have probably bursted out laughing. You were distracted, however, by Stede’s hesitation as his hands hovered over your bra. Your eyes met his, and you gave a slight nod, reaching for his hand with your own and guiding it to the point at which the garment was connected to your body. He tenderly removed it from you, allowing it to fall to the floor and reveal your upper half to him.

As Stede leaned down to caress your breasts, you turned your head to be greeted with Ed’s unconcealed dick. To say that he was big would be an understatement–the man was seriously packing. No wonder he walked around like he owned the place, with a dick like that–

“Open your mouth for me.” He said, drawing you out of your–borderline objectifying–thoughts. You complied, and the heavy tip of his dick was in your mouth in an instant. You could taste the small amount of precum that had collected, making your mouth water.

You moved to position yourself at a better angle, but were stopped by Ed’s firm hands near your neck. You looked up at him as well as you could with your head upside down, and the determined look on his face was enough to suggest that he wanted you to lie back and enjoy yourself while he took the reins.

You were more than happy to comply, and focused on the sensations Stede was providing while Ed ensured that you were in a comfortable position and continued to stroke the tip of his dick on your open tongue. Stede’s hands slowly moved down your chest and stroked your hips, his lips also ghosting kisses down your abdomen.

As you felt Stede’s hands approach your core, you opened your legs wider to accommodate his form between your legs and to give him better access. You felt him chuckle at your actions, his lips now dangerously close to where you wanted him most. Well, a certain part of him.

“Stede…” you whined, feeling Ed pull back slightly as you spoke. Stede looked up at you eagerly, stopping short and expecting you to continue. When you didn't, he shifted once more so he was level with your face.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, his hand stroking your cheek as you gave him a pleading look. “I want you…”

He nuzzled your nose with his own and smiled, before replying. “Then it’s me you shall have.”

You moved again to accommodate his form, feeling him situate himself between your legs. He reached down and pumped his shaft a few times, sighing as his hand came in contact with his tender skin. You relaxed and leaned your head back once again, signaling that you were ready for them.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations you were experiencing, missing the glance Stede and Ed shared above you. After sharing a nod, the two men were quick to spring into action.

You felt Stede enter you first, the drag of his shaft along your walls slowly stretching your hole and hitting all the right places inside of you. You clenched around his cock once he was fully seated inside of you, moaning as his fingers ghosted over your clit. “You like that, darling?” He asked, beginning to set a slow, yet steady pace.

“Fuck yes!” You responded, smirking at him before adding “Captain.”

He grunted at that, picking up the pace and in turn, rocking the bed you were perched on. You silently prayed that all of the other crew members had settled down and weren’t looking for either of their captains, because the scene currently unfolding would probably make even the most rugged pirate say a prayer; unless their name was ‘Stede’ or ‘Ed,’ apparently.

Speaking of the devil, Ed saw your moment of quiet contemplation as an opportunity to grip your jaw, angling you once more to better suit his needs. You smiled at him before sticking out your tongue, prompting him to smirk back then lean down and spit as he had before, this time using it as added slick as he guided his cock back into your mouth.

Stede’s gentle, yet determined thrusts, and Ed’s rough and messy use of your mouth combined in a perfect tango which had you reaching your peak in seconds.

Ed could see the way your body was convulsing and twisting, clenching on Stede’s cock and drooling on his own. “You fucking like that, Y/N?” He asked, his hips working his cock against your tongue and down your throat. You moaned around his cock in response, egging him on more.

With a light slap to your cheek, he continued. “Fuck yeah you do, ohmygod–we should’ve done this so much sooner..”

Stede glanced up at that, tossing his–now disheveled–blonde locks out of his face. “I was thinking the same thing,” he said, gently, prompting Ed to lean down and meet his lips. You saw the two men deepen the kiss above you, and in that moment, everything felt so right. You finally had the two men who took you in, cared for you, and allowed you to care for them in return right where you wanted them, and you fucking loved it. Your sweet, kind Stede, who never failed to be gentle with you even when he was at his lowest, was making you feel better than you ever imagined, while your edgy, yet kind-hearted Ed allowed you to treat him how he deserved. It was everything you had been searching for–your hidden treasure, and you had been led to them as a personal treasure of their own.

Stede’s thrusts eventually became more irregular, and you could feel his cock throbbing in your core, signaling that he was close. Ed had opted to glide his shaft on top of your wet mouth and tongue, using you like his own personal toy. It was messy–filthy even, but you fucking loved it. You especially loved it when Ed used his free hand to play with one of your breasts, using some drool that had collected around your mouth as slick to play with your hard bud. Stede brought a hand up as well and did the same and you thanked every deity you could think of for allowing your paths to cross.

Shockingly, it was Ed who voiced his thoughts first. “Fuck, Stede, Y/N, I’m close.”

Stede slowed his thrusts a bit–earning a whine from you–and took a moment to catch his breath. “Fuck, me too.” He sat back on his knees, leaving just his tip inside you, and glanced down at you. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Getting close?”

You nodded, and felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap as Stede drew the tip of his cock out and around your slick hole and clit. “Wanna c-cum, for you. Both of you.”

“I know you do darling, but I’m afraid I can’t hold out for much longer…” Stede responded, gripping the base of his shaft to try and hold off his orgasm.

“I can…” Ed cockily replied, easing his dick out of your mouth.

You sat up, noticing how suddenly empty you felt as you did, and turned to look Ed in the eyes. “And what if I don’t believe you?” You asked with wild eyes, hoping he would take the bait.

“Why don’t you lie on your stomach and find out for yourself, slut?” He gritted back, and you could’ve lost it right then and there, but your anticipation for what he proposed outweighed your need to orgasm without him inside you.

“Ed!?” Stede chirped in, likely as an attempt to come to your defense. When he saw the smirk on your face and look of desire in your eyes, however, his own eyes widened a bit, and he understood that the term hadn’t entirely pissed you off–in fact, it had had the opposite effect.

Stede huffed before allowing you to follow Ed’s orders and reposition yourself. “And I thought I was into some interesting things…”

As Ed settled behind you after your position replicated what he had asked of you, you turned your head to follow Stede as he sat at the head of the bed in front of you, giggling at his admission. “What kinds of things, Captain?” You asked, sure to use his favorite nickname.

Stede rolled his eyes and fixed his hair before smiling down at you. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You smiled, moving to respond once more, but were cut off by Ed entering you with no warning. Your soft pussy gripped him tight, wetness coating his throbbing shaft. He could feel that you were pretty well stretched from Stede, and didn’t take much time in working you up to a hard and fast rhythm that had you moaning.

Still, through the haze of horniness that had accumulated, you felt the urge to reach for the blonde-haired man in front of you, taking all of what you could of his member into your mouth. He gasped, not expecting you to do so as Ed was literally pounding you into the mattress, but welcomed it nonetheless.

Ed slapped your ass as he saw what you were doing to Stede, pinching and massaging it as he picked up his pace even more. “Look at you, Y/N, being split open by us. Fuck, you’re so good-”

“Such a good girl…” Stede continued after Ed became a moaning mess, making you clench down on Ed’s leaking cock. You took Stede’s slick cock deeper into your mouth, tears threatening to spill as you started properly sucking him off. You could taste the saltiness of his precum mixing with the saliva of your mouth, and looked up at him through your lashes as you felt one of his hands move to your throat. It was mainly to support your neck and to guide you where he needed you, but the slight pressure made your pussy throb and turned you on even more–if that’s even possible.

It turns out it was, because when Ed brought a hand down to your clit you were done for. You looked up at Stede with desperation in your eyes, and he knew immediately that you were rapidly approaching your peak.

“Shit, Ed, Y/N’s nearly there…” Stede announced, his tone suggesting that you were not alone in your predicament.

“Yeah? Gonna cum with us inside you?” Ed said, and you moaned around Stede’s cock as a response, fucking back into Ed as he hit your G-spot with every thrust. That, combined with the way he flicked at your clit and the delicious pressure of Stede’s cock on your tongue and hand on your throat finally sent you over the edge. You nearly collapsed as your orgasm rode through you, your hole gripping Ed tight and nearly all of your muscles convulsing in the process. It felt like heaven.

“Mmm, gripping me so tight…gonna cum…” Ed slurred, before gingerly pulling out and releasing on your hole and thighs.

Stede was not far behind, and you reached a hand up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, causing him to thrust slowly as pleasure started to overcome his senses. “I’m so close, pretty girl,” he said, and you felt the bed shift behind you. You focused on licking and sucking all that you could, locking eyes with Stede as his breathing increased and cock started to leak more.

You felt his balls tighten as he continued to thrust, and just as he let go you felt a set of hands pull your hair back and stroke along your skin. You closed your eyes and swallowed all that he had to give, savoring the taste that was so distinctly Stede. You shamelessly moaned at the sensation, earning a chuckle from both men; prompting you to come back down to Earth. Stede carefully removed his spent shaft from your mouth, using a finger to wipe a bit of drool and his release from the corners of your mouth. He tucked himself back into his trousers and settled into the bed, gesturing for you to do the same. When you went to move and realized your hair was still pulled back, you turned to the side and were greeted with a grinning Ed who was now playing with your hair that was in his grip.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, but when his gaze remained on his fingers in your hair, you spoke. “You gonna play with that forever, or come cuddle?” You asked, cheekily.

He halted his action and removed his hands with a huff. “Fine…but only if I get to be the big spoon.”

You crawled into Stede’s arms speedily, positioning yourself with your back to him and arms open wide. “Well shit. Looks like that position has already been filled.”

Ed pouted, crossing his arms and taking in your inviting form, but ultimately sighing and laying in your arms. To egg him on more–something you started to enjoy more and more–you replicated his previous actions and began playing with his hair.

He turned around and narrowed his eyes before speaking. “I hate you.”

You kissed him on the temple, and raised one of Stede’s hands from around your waist to your lips and did the same. “Love you too.”

~

taglist: @conthesatanist

[vlion]

OFMD Fanfic Coming Soon!

Hi all,

I'm currently on page 16 (ʘ_ʘ) of a poly! Gentlebeard x Fem! Reader fanfic that should (hopefully) be coming in the next few days. It could be as early as tomorrow, but I have a feeling Stranger Things may wreck me for a day or two (if Eddie dies we riot). Requests are going to be closed for a bit longer as I have many to still get to (thank you for your patience! I see you all and I'm cranking them out!), but if anyone would like to be tagged in the upcoming ofmd fanfic feel free to comment on this post (it's basically spicy smut with plot, do NOT comment if you are under 18 or considered a minor in your area).

Thank you all for bearing with me, I hope to have this thing posted ASAP! ~V

[vlion]

June Update—Requests Closed

Hello, all! I wanted to start off by saying thank you so freaking much for the response to my Moon Knight fanfic—I seriously couldn’t have expected so much love and support for a silly lil’ fic. I wanted to make this post to say I am currently putting requests on pause, probably until the end of June/beginning of July, as I have a vacation coming up soon and I have a bunch of requests piled up in my inbox. I plan to respond to them over the next coming weeks, and also try and tackle some original ideas that I have been wanting to write for a while now. In the meantime, you can expect some Our Flag Means Death fanfics (involving Stede x Reader x Ed—oh boy am I excited to write those), some Poe Dameron stuff, as well as some Viago x Reader content (there is literally so few fics about him and he’s my favorite Taika character, so I am so glad I have multiple requests for him currently)! I am just going to say this now for anyone who makes a request upon me posting this: Any requests submitted until I re-open requests will be deleted. If you have already submitted something either earlier today or in the past, it will be answered soon! Thank you guys for understanding! I am looking forward to writing for y’all in the future, and I will “see” you soon with more content.

-V

[vlion]

please please write a jealous jake lockley fic where he’s either jealous of always being in the shadow while marc and steven get reader’s attention or maybe he’s jealous of someone from her work (sfw or nsfw if you want). TY IN ADVANCE!!

Damsel in Distress (Moon Knight Boys/Female Reader)

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this fic! I kinda tried to combine both of the things requested and I hope you like the direction I took! This was super fun to write as well as to dust off my smut writing skills! I could definitely see myself writing a part 2 to this so let me know if that's something y'all are interested in.

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39540033

Content Warnings/General Themes: ⚠ 18+ content: by reading this you affirm you are over the age of 18 years or over the age of maturity as stated in your regional or local guidelines. jealousy, unwanted advances, lots of swearing (mainly from Jake because he’s Jake), Marc/Steven/Jake all making appearances, established relationships, violence (pretty minor, only one instance), one mention of blood, allusions to prior sexual actvities, oh boy here comes the good stuff, semi-public sexual activities, museum sex, spit kink (like A LOT, I’m sorry), mouth spitting, handjob, oral (m recieving), face-fucking, hair-pulling, degradation (including use of demeaning terms), praise kink, facial, “Sir” kink, allusions to Dom/Sub relationship dynamic, mentions of choking, Jake having a filthy mouth (as he should).

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,071

“Absolutely not.” 

Your boyfriend’s voice drew your attention away from the mirror you had been anxiously eyeing yourself in. You had been getting ready for what felt like hours, doing everything you could to pass the time rather than anxiously pacing around your shared apartment. You had been invited to a fancy gala at the museum you and Steven worked at together, and much to his and Marcs’ dismay–apparently–you had chosen one of your more revealing cocktail dresses for the occasion. 

You turned to your boyfriend, with a mock frown on your face. “What, you don’t like it?” 

He rolled his eyes after not so subtly taking your form in. “Baby…I already have to stay on the back burner tonight…and now you’re going to be wearing that all night? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe not kill you, just make you suffer internally for a bit,” you said, with a cheeky wink. “And I am definitely wearing this dress, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, Marc.” You had already been hyped up by your friends and coworkers to wear this particular outfit, as well as by yourself, and there was no way you were going to change because of how one of your boyfriends was feeling about it.

It wasn’t like Marc was dressed particularly conservative either–the way his tailored suit and perfectly styled hair looked together had you weak at the knees. You wished that you could take him as your plus one, but you and Steven had specifically been invited, and people would surely be raising some eyebrows if he suddenly started speaking with an American accent. Not to mention the completely different manner in which Marc carried himself, and the fact that he worked for a mummified bird for a living. That probably wouldn’t fly well around the historians and archeologists and whoever the hell else attended these types of things.

“You’re a little brat, you know that?” Marc said in response to you. He also took the opportunity to kiss you on the cheek and pull you in by the hips, which made you practically melt in place. 

“Yeah…but I’m your brat,” you practically whined out, trying to look as innocent as possible. You could tell Marc knew you were just fucking with him, but you had to admit it was fun to push his buttons every once in a while.

You could sense a shift within the man in front of you.

“Surely you mean our brat right, love?” he asked, nose crinkling as he enunciated each word with his distinct accent. 

You knew Steven was going to make an appearance sooner rather than later, as he could be a bit of a control freak when the two of you had a place to be. You honestly preferred it at times though, especially when compared to Marc’s tendency to spontaneously propose things for the two of you to do. You asked Marc on one of your heat-of-the-moment dates why he wasn’t a fan of making plans ahead of time, and he simply responded by telling you he had a lot he wanted to make up for in a relatively short amount of time, so he wanted to make the most of it. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain in your heart at his confession, knowing about his past and the very reason for Steven’s existence. From that moment on, the love you felt for Marc–and Steven–increased exponentially, and you vowed to love each of them for who they are–even if that involves having to rush out the door for one of the escapades Marc took you on. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, Steven glanced at his–or rather, Marc’s– watch, and reached for your hand. “I don’t mean to rush you, love, but we should really get going if we want to make it on time. Or, we could be fashionably late, but I don’t know if we are cool enough to pull that off.” 

You couldn't help but giggle at that. If there’s one thing you could count on with Steven, it’s him making light of what would have certainly been a source of anxiety for you. You dreaded going to these work events, having to get all dolled up just to meet a bunch of stuck-up rich people who you would forget about the moment you step out of the event. Your boss, Donna, wanted the two of you there to ‘represent the museum’–which basically meant to stand there and look pretty while the rich folk had the night to gawk at the various artifacts and collections that you and Steven had so tirelessly fussed over. But hey, at least you were getting paid for showing up to this thing. 

You had to nearly fight Donna to get her to allow Steven to venture out of the gift shop and work in other positions at the museum, which then resulted in the two of you rotating between working the shop as well as in the various exhibit halls. For some reason, Donna had taken a liking to you from the moment you first started working at the museum. Whether it was because you were generally pretty productive, or if she was simply happy to see more women working in this industry, you didn’t know, but you were certainly glad that you didn’t have her constantly breathing down your neck whenever something went wrong. You wished that you could say the same for Steven, but you liked to think that your presence did something to soften her up around him, especially when you were both on the same schedule. 

You pulled yourself back to reality and glanced at the time yourself, realizing that Steven was indeed right in hurrying you along. You looked back in the mirror one more time, swiping your chosen lipstick across your lips once more, and upon interlocking Steven’s outstretched hand with your own, the two of you were off.

~

You were about two hours into the event when you started to get…fussy. That was the best way you could describe how you were feeling after hours of mingling and chowing on whatever appetizers were floating around in the various exhibit halls. Thankfully, you and Steven technically didn’t have to work, but it certainly felt like you each had become some type of designated spokesperson for the museum with the interactions you were having with the guests. You had attended some of these events in the past, and you were required to wear your nametag for security and identification purposes, so it seemed that any time someone had a question about literally anything you and Steven were the ones to come to. You didn’t mind the various questions about the artifacts or historical figures represented in the exhibits, but you were getting seriously tired of telling one person after another where the nearest restroom was. 

You had taken a bit of a break from the event, finding an unoccupied table away from others where you could sit and eat some ‘real food’ that had been offered buffet-style in addition to the hors d'oeuvres going around. You could see Steven from where you were sitting, who upon glancing at the lack of vegan options, decided he would opt for a bite to eat later at the flat. He was currently telling an elderly couple about the history of gods know what. You couldn’t help but admire how passionate he was about the things he was interested in, and how he could articulate information in such a succinct manner. You found it to be incredibly attractive, especially when he was going down on–

“Hey there, gorgeous,” a voice said, drawing you out of your thoughts. You look up to see your coworker, J.B., with a cocky smirk on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to visibly ignore him by angling yourself away from him, making it clear that you weren’t interested. Like, at all. J.B. had been nothing but a dick to both you and Steven the entire time you had collectively worked at the museum, and his crude remarks and tasteless flirtations were usually easy to brush off, especially after a long day at work. Now, however, you had zero tolerance for this kind of behavior.

But still, he somehow found a way to see through that. 

“C’mon sweetheart. You wanna get out of here? Or are you too busy gawking over that freak over there?” 

You immediately snapped your head back towards him. “Excuse me?! You, of all people, don’t get to call him that.” Upon seeing him roll his eyes, you continued on. “You wish you could ever mean as much to me as he does.” You knew you didn’t have to add the last part in order to get a rise out of him, but sometimes you just loved to see the world burn.

And make entitled pricks angry.

J.B. made a show of slapping the table in front of you out of anger at your statement, luckily not gaining the attention of anyone in your immediate area. You tried to glance around him to send Steven a look of ‘what-in-the-actual-hell-is-this-dude-doing-right-now,’ but he was too obscured by the stupidity that was unfolding in front of you. 

Speaking of just that, J.B. reached his hand out and gestured for yours, clearly desperate. “I’m not gonna ask again.” He said, and you almost humored him and leaned in his direction to give him a piece of your mind, but after hearing distinct footsteps coming your way from behind him, you refrained.

“That’s enough.” The voice from behind J.B sounded familiar to you yet also…off. He certainly sounded like Steven, and was presenting himself as such, but you couldn’t help but think that one of your other boyfriends may be making an appearance. Well, rather, faking a British accent and attempting to act like Steven–if you could call that an appearance. You’ve dealt with enough of their shenanigans in the past to know when something was up; and to also know that Steven is pretty much the complete opposite of the confrontational type, further leading you to believe that he wasn’t who you were seeing right now.

J.B. turned around–dramatically of course–giving Steven(?) a death stare. “Here comes the freak to save the day. I knew she was that patheti-” 

J.B. was promptly cut off by your boyfriend’s fist colliding with his face, as well as your shameless chuckle when J.B. looked between the two of you with wide eyes. “Donna’s gonna have a fucking field day with this, you’ll see,” he said, wiping some blood from his nostril.

It was you who spoke next. “Yeah, she would love to hear about how you tried to harass her star-worker. Oh, and that you made my boyfriend–who she already isn’t quite fond of–get into more trouble. Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well.” 

J.B. was once again taken aback, clearly frustrated but attempting to keep his rage at bay out of the fear of being put in his place again. He opened his mouth to say something, but upon making eye contact with you and the other man once more decided just to smack the table again and walk away. What a fucking man-baby.

You turned your attention to the man in front of you, whose hand came up to cradle your cheek. “You know, as much as I hate the trope of the guy swooping in and saving the damsel in distress, I have to say, I’m grateful that my boyfriend knows how to throw a punch.” 

The cocky smirk on your boyfriend's face completely gave him away, and you were soothed by the velvety voice that accompanied his relaxed demeanor. “Princesa, we both know that you would be the one rescuing me in that scenario, no?” A visibly exuberated Jake said, likely feeling the effects of adrenaline from the tussle he had gotten himself into. Well, actually, Steven into– technically. You’d seen each of the boys’ reactions after a fight before, and while Steven and Marc were able to keep the rush from the fight in their pants, Jake was…different. The first time you saw him get like this you were nearly scared of him, but more dumbfounded by how excited someone could get after literally fighting people only seconds ago. 

You smiled at his words, nodding your head to agree with him. He swiped his thumb over your lips, before looking around to judge if the other party-goers were winding down for the night or not. He didn’t particularly care how people would react to the two of you slipping out early or not, but he knew you certainly would; which is why he was pleased to see that no one seemed in dire need of hearing the history of whatever ancient civilization was of interest to them, or to know when dessert would be served.

“Let’s get out of here, eh? Mi amor?” He asked, a twinkle in his eyes. He reached his arm out for you to take, and he was quick to give you a kiss on the back of your hand and then tuck your arm into his elbow when you reached your hand out. Sure, Jake could be a bit unhinged at times, but at least he was a gentleman. Usually.

You glanced around to ensure no one was watching as the two of you made your way towards the exit, and you let out a squeak of surprise as you were pulled into a small room that you and Steven generally took inventory in. There were shelves full of museum merchandise, as well as a few seasonal posters and displays. 

“Jake, what the hell?” You asked, honestly just wanting to get back home to your comfy bed. 

“Sorry, cariño, I couldn’t help myself,” he said, his hands going straight to your curves. “From the moment I saw you in this dress and saw what that fucking cabrón was trying to do…I just…I wanted you so bad .” 

You chuckled at how possessive he was being. For such a big, bad mercenary, you would expect the man to have at least some restraint but alas, Jake was simply built different. 

“Aww, Jakey, don’t worry. The feeling is mutual,” you said, in a rather teasing manner. 

Jake rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Open your mouth,” he said, nearly out of the blue, looking at you through hooded eyes. 

You obeyed, not trying to dig yourself an even deeper hole. He made a show of reaching his hand up and pressing it against your throat, tilting your head back so he could angle himself above you. You closed your eyes, knowing what was to come, and nearly moaned when he spit into your mouth. 

He used his index finger to collect some of the spit that had hit your outer lip and cheek, and brought it back to your tongue. “Swallow” he commanded, a devious look in his eyes. You obeyed him again, clenching your thighs together as you swallowed nice and slowly, his hand still resting on your throat. 

“Good girl. Now get on your knees and show me what a good fucking slut you are for me, hmm?” He said, and if you weren’t already so willing to comply, his words alone would have made your knees weak anyways. 

You sunk down to your knees, making your dress ride up in the process. There was no way you were going to let it get ripped in this new position after seeing what it did to each of your boys, so you didn’t care to straighten it out or fix it. You looked up innocently at Jake, and you weren’t surprised that he was looking exactly where you had just been thinking of. You went to pull the material down out of the fear that he may make you cover up, but you stopped your actions when his hands gripped your shoulders. 

“Keep it like that, princesa. Reminds me how filthy you can be for me. For us .” He exaggerated the last word with a knowing smirk, recalling back to the occasions when he would watch in on the things you would do with the other two men he shared a body with. He mentally reminded himself to thank you for the floor length mirror you brought home to the flat one day, telling Steven that it was just for you to ‘give yourself a once-over before venturing out’, but that certainly didn’t explain why it had only ever rested against the wall directly next to the bed. 

“Take my cock out,” Jake said, and you felt your pussy clench at his words. You forgot how unfiltered he could be when he got like this–you loved it. 

“Yes Sir,” you replied, smirking as you used the title. Ever since you jokingly used the word to refer to him after a joyride in his limo one day, you had become aware of the effect it had on him. You used it a couple other times to tease him, all of which lead to some intense lovemaking (if you could even call it that after some of the sinful things you’ve let him do to you). 

You made quick work of removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, slowly drawing the zipper down. Once the material was opened, and you had a clear view of his hard cock in his boxers, you took the liberty of lightly stroking your fingers up his easily distinguishable shaft. 

Jake inhaled sharply at that, and grabbed your wrist to stop your actions. “I gave you an order, baby. Now’s not the time to tease.” He released pressure on your wrist, tucking your hair that had fallen forward behind your ear before leaning down to it. “Do I need to remind you that we are still in public? Huh?” 

“No.” 

“No, what?” He asked, a shit eating grin forming on his lips.

“No, Sir,” you replied, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Good girl,” he praised, loving the sound of the title on your lips. “Now make me cum like a good little whore.”

You clenched your thighs together at that, sure that you were soaking through your underwear at this point. The vulnerability and filthiness of it all should’ve turned you off, but the chokehold that Jake had on you–sometimes literally–was no doubt the cause of many feelings you had yet to fully dissect. But hey, ignorance is bliss.

Not wanting to stall any longer, for both his and your sake, you reached into his boxers and took his cock into your hands. You used your dominant hand to stroke up and down the shaft, using the pre-cum that had already begun collecting there as slick to aid your actions. Your other hand went to his full balls that were surely aching from the lack of contact.

Just as you found yourself getting into a good rhythm, you were shocked to feel Jake removing your non-dominant hand and angling it up towards his face. He leant down slightly, looking directly into your eyes, and then spit twice into your palm. “Use both hands up here, cariño,” he said, gesturing to his shaft. “I want to see how they look on my cock.” 

You obeyed, gliding the hand with his spit in it along the entire length before bringing both hands up to the shaft and jerking him off. Your hands could barely fit around the girth of his dick, adding to the sinfulness of it all. That, combined with the wet sounds that the action made, seemed to be only amplified by the fact that you were in a relatively confined room at your place of work. You tried to focus on pleasuring Jake with your hands, but you couldn’t think straight with the swollen tip of his cock barely an inch from your face. 

In other situations, you may have been a bit more hesitant about acting without permission, but you could tell that Jake was nearing his peak as you kept stroking. You knew how much he loved your mouth on him, so you closed the distance between your mouth and his cock, swirling your tongue around what you could fit in your mouth. You were immediately met with a moan from the man above you, who had to bite down on his knuckles to stifle any other noises. From the way he was breathing, you could tell he was definitely trying to hold back, both physically and vocally, so as not to reveal your location to the others outside the door. You were honestly beyond the point of caring, so you picked up the pace a bit, removing your tongue from the equation and settling to suck hard on his tip. 

That seemed to really do something to Jake, provoking him to reach up and grab your hair in his fists. 

“Fuck! Such a good girl for me,” he praised, allowing his hips to thrust in order to match your tempo. You could feel his balls hardening as they came in contact with your skin, and you knew he was close. 

“Does my pretty princess wanna make me cum? Hmm?” He asked. “Right here, while your coworkers are in the other room?” He added, raising his eyebrow at your eagerness.

You nodded as a response, removing one of your hands to play with his balls once again and to allow him deeper into your mouth. The combination of your willingness to take him, as well as his eager thrusts caused him to nearly hit the back of your throat. 

With a few more deep thrusts, Jake was removing his hands from your hair, and using them to angle your face towards him how he wanted. You removed your hands out of instinct, opting to place them on either side of his hips instead. 

“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded, furiously stroking his length in front of you. 

“I want your cum so bad, Jake” you said, before doing what he asked. 

At that, he leaned down one last time and spit in your mouth again and you smiled with your mouth open, knowing he couldn’t resist.

“Ready for it, baby?” He asked, bringing his cock back to your open mouth.

You nodded frantically, closing your eyes when you could tell he was about to orgasm. You felt his cum hit your tongue and lips, the warm liquid tasting salty and distinctly like Jake. You nearly came with him at the sensation, as well as when he cupped your chin with one of his large hands to admire his work. 

When he released you, you made a show of swallowing the liquid and licking off what didn’t make it inside with your tongue. You made eye contact with Jake while doing so, who you could tell was in a state of complete bliss. You leaned forward to lick up any of the cum left on his tip, then tucked him into his boxers and pants. He offered you a hand to help you stand up, letting you get used to being bipedal once more as he replaced his belt. 

“Maybe I should play the role of damsel in distress more often, huh?” You asked, giving Jake a quick kiss as he adjusted his clothes and hair. You figured you should probably do the same, hiking your skirt back down and running a hand through your own hair. 

“And maybe I should take you out of here and fuck you in the back of my limo to remind you who you belong to?” He responded, clearly still jazzed from everything that had gone on over the course of the night. 

“Jakey, you know me so well!” You took his hand in yours, linking arms and allowing him to guide you out of the room and building with a hand on the small of your back.

As the two of you walked out together, you could’ve sworn you saw J.B. staring at you with wide eyes before looking between you and the security camera terminal. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted on them being installed in the storage room.

~

taglist: @verexi

[vlion]

Moon Knight x Female Reader fanfic coming tomorrow, featuring all three boys. See you then with ~4,000 words of some glorious Jake smut (with a bit of plot thrown in there to make it, you know, spicy)!

[vlion]

Happy pride to all of my LGBTQ+ followers from your friendly neighborhood bi 💗💜💙

happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[vlion]

Hey guys, I apologize for the delay in posts, but thank you so much for the response to my Yelena x Female Reader fic; it makes my little bi heart soar! I have a bunch of requests for ofmd and a few others on the way, and I also just added Eddie Munson (as well as a handful of others from various forms of media) from Stranger Things s4 to my “Who I Write For” list because omg the Eddie brainrot is real. Requests are still open, and I look forward to writing more!

-V

[vlion]

Hi! Maybe can you do one where a soft/shy/nervous Izzy hands gets intimate with the reader for the first time ?

Hey! I’m super sorry but I don’t write for Izzy :( I do have some Stede and Ed fics coming soon though!

[vlion]

one with y/n x yelena, theyve been dating for a few years and y/n wants to have a baby but obviously theyre both females. you can decide on the rest

The Bathroom Countertop (Yelena Belova/Female Reader)

Author's Note: Thank you for this request-I hope you don't mind I turned it into a bit of a hurt/comfort situation. I had a lot of fun (and feels) writing this one, and I hope you enjoy!

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39182628

Content Warnings/General Themes: fluff, hurt/comfort, the slightest hint of angst, AFAB! female-identifying reader, me as a Polish-American author trying to include some Russian (I tried my best lol), references to childhood trauma/adoption (in relation to Yelena, not reader), descriptions of injuries/blood, some brief mentions of pregnancy and IVF (in vitro fertilization).

Rating: All Audiences

Word Count: 1,820

“Babe…” your girlfriend whined, drawing out each syllable to what felt like the greatest extent, exaggerated even further by her distinct accent. You were currently standing between her legs while she sat on the bathroom countertop, writhing each time you even began to move your arm to clean her injuries. She had called you in a panic, muttering something about a ‘hit gone wrong,’ and you soon found yourself letting your very tired-looking girlfriend into your shared apartment in the middle of the night, having been startled awake by her call only minutes earlier.

“Yelena, what did I tell you about taking on these jobs? I don’t mind the more tame stuff…hacking, spying, or hell, even some smuggling here or there, but the ‘assassin’ stuff? I thought you were done with this?” You said, having endured enough of these nights spent patching her up. You wouldn’t say it to her face, but seeing her like this never failed to remind you how fragile the relationship the two of you shared truly was. To think that any of these days she could leave and never come back–it was definitely getting to you more than you would ever admit.

A frustrated sigh from Yelena pulled you out of your thoughts. You reached up and tucked some of the hair that had fallen out of her braid behind her ear, her eyes searching for yours while you allowed your hand to brush over the tender flesh of her neck that currently housed what looked like a knife wound. It didn’t seem like she was stabbed or that the blade penetrated too far into her skin, thankfully, but it was deep enough to cause a significant amount of bleeding. She closed her eyes slightly, and you’ve been with her long enough to know she was trying not to wince from the pain that even a slight touch to the wound caused.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I just thought money was tight and I wanted to help.” She said, her voice wavering as she tried to give you an honest answer, even given her current physical condition. You couldn’t help but feel bad for her as she used her remaining energy to reply to you, almost making you regret the way you had just scolded her. Still, your concern for her safety and wellbeing was genuine, and you had wished that she would take what you said to heart, especially because

“Honey…you know we can make it work–we always do. I could pick up some extra shifts or get another job or something.” You responded, slightly surprised that her motivation for risking her life was for money. That, on the surface, didn’t really seem like her.

“What, so you can get more stressed and leave me more often? Why do you even care so much about this?” She questioned, with genuine curiosity.

“I want to have a baby with you.” You stated, the weight of the statement hanging in the silence of the small bathroom. Your girlfriend’s eyes had widened to an almost comical size, and if you weren’t familiar with how she generally reacted to new or shocking information you likely would have burst out laughing. You had always known you wanted a family with Yelena, even if that just meant the two of you growing old together. Ever since you signed both of your names on the lease to the apartment you were currently in, you felt whole, as though you were waiting for this moment your entire life. The next step, naturally, was expanding your family at some point, but with the way she was constantly living on the edge and putting herself in harm's way recently, you didn’t see that happening, well…ever.

Yelena was all you could ask for in a partner, and then some. She was very giving, and constantly showers you in affection and love. She was the type of person to casually hear you mention something you were interested in and then go out and buy it for you the next day. After she had opened up to you about her background and all of the pain she had to endure for years, you weren’t surprised that she would often go out of her way to make you feel loved–she really didn’t have anyone to do that for her when she was younger. When you had received the news that her sister had passed away, she was a wreck for weeks, refusing to even leave the house. You had been her rock during that time; her only tie to the outside world that had been so cruel to her.

As with any relationship, however, it’s through the shared experiences that you have with the other person that the two of you grow. This has been the mantra you lived by when you had first committed to a relationship with Yelena, especially when she had been actively assigned to various jobs for a multitude of contacts and organizations. Still, however, you found yourself wanting to protect her from the dangers of the outside world, and you couldn’t think of a better way to do it than to settle down with her and raise a family of your own.

Yelena’s shifting on the countertop brought you back to the present moment. She gestured to your lower half with the arm opposite to the now clean wound on her neck. “A baby?! You do know that we both have…uh…you know.” She gestured to her own lower half to stress what she was trying to say.

You rolled your eyes, aware of what was in both yours and her pants. “Uh, yeah. I do. That’s actually kinda why I’m with you.” You joked, though there was truth behind your statement. You had been in many–failed–relationships with all sorts of people, yet no one had made you feel as loved as Yelena. Sure, it was a bit difficult navigating the world together, especially when people you had previously called friends or even family had seemingly turned a blind eye and disappeared. If it meant getting to be with the woman of your dreams, however, you didn’t mind one bit.

“Do you think that I would even be a good mom?” She asked, sliding off the countertop with a pained expression on her face.

“Wait! I didn’t get a chance to fully patch you up.” You interjected, concerned that her wound was going to reopen and you would have to clean more than just her neck once again.

She stood up fully and crossed her arms, smirking slightly. “I asked you a question, лапочка [honey].”

You caved at that, internally cursing at yourself for how much of an effect this woman has on you. “Honestly, yeah. I’ve seen how passionate you can become about something you have committed yourself to, and I think that with everything you have been through you would work tirelessly to provide an amazing life for our kid.” You had seen how she had cared for the kid she met in New York City a while back–even though it had been your idea to have her make mac and cheese upon properly meeting the other girl.

Her eyes seemed to soften at the phrase ‘our kid,’ responding with a lighthearted tone. “Can’t we just get a dog or something? I met this cute doggie in New York who loved pizza.” She paused to judge your reaction, waving a hand in front of your face when she deemed your response too dull in comparison with what she was saying. “Do you hear me Y/N? The dog loved PIZZA! That’s like…the best thing ever!” Yelena exclaimed, clearly passionate about what she was sharing with you.

You couldn’t help but giggle, playing into her little anecdote. “Actually, I think the ‘best thing ever’’’ you began, with air quotes to enunciate the phrase, “would be a dog obsessed with varenyky [an Eastern European dish].”

Yelena’s laugh echoed throughout the entire apartment, and you would have moved to apply more pressure on her injury if you weren’t laughing along with her. You loved seeing her like this–minus the cuts and bruises of course; carefree and genuinely happy.

The two of you slowly eased out of your laughing fit, and Yelena reached her hand out to caress your check, ensuring that you were looking in her eyes. “You see, that was a test, and you just passed–of course I want to have a baby with you.”

You smiled a genuine smile at that, grabbing the cloth you had been using to clean her gash and giving the area a few final pats for good measure, before grabbing some tape and gauze. You began to get into the rhythm of covering what you could on her neck, when she broke the comfortable silence.

“I just can’t help but wonder…how do you want to, you know, do this? I have heard of a few methods of two women carrying a kid of their own but…like…” She trailed off, hoping that you could enlighten her.

The truth was, that you had been casually looking into this sort of thing recently. On the days and nights that Yelena would be out ‘working,’ you often busied yourself with educating yourself on the various methods same-sex couples had been employing to expand their families. You had certainly considered adoption, knowing that Yelena and her sister were both part of ‘the system’–albeit a messed up and far more intricate version of it–and for that reason you knew Yelena may be interested in going down that route. However, you had discovered that some of the more intimate options were available at a cost far less expensive than they were when they were first offered to the public.

You put on your ‘serious business face’ to answer her question, wanting to be as transparent as possible. “Honestly, I was thinking we could go the in vitro route. That way they can use either of our ova initially, and then the other person can be one who carries-”

She cut you off with her hand swiftly grabbing your own. “I have no idea what any of that means, любимая [darling], but I would love to go on this journey with you, and I trust whatever route you think would be best for us.”

You stepped back, smiling like a fool at the woman in front of you but refusing to let go of her hand that has now intertwined with your own.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Am I bleeding again?” She asked, tapping her fingers on her neck and looking irritated when she didn’t see any additional blood.

“No, I’m just taking in the sight of my future baby mama.” You replied with a cheeky grin, earning a light smack on your chest.

[vlion]

I still haven’t recovered from these pics tbh