Head Over Heels - Paired with a new stunt partner for the year, you quickly fall head over heels - no pun intended - for Violet Lanes. 🌸🔥
Opposites Attract: As the star of the football team, Vi Lanes can't risk her reputation by associating with the nerdy Class President. It won't stop her fucking you, though. 🔥
Violet Riffs and Honey Kisses: Rock Star Vi x Bimbo Singer Reader 🌸
Their Little Plaything: Series Complete; Bonus Scenes On-going. Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader. 🔥🖤❤️🩹🌸
Got a Lil Sugar: In Progress. Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader. 🔥🫦🌸
Forget Me Not (Monsters!Caitvi x Reader, Monster!Jinx x Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
A Royal Arrangement (Angsty Queens!Caitvi x Consort!Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
Siren's Call (Pirates!Caitvi x Siren!Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
Never Let Go (Divorce!Caitvi x Wife!Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
Love Me When You're Ready (Angsty Soulmates AU, Popstar!Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
[Untitled] Caitvi x Wolf-Hybrid!Reader: Work In Progress, Not Published
[Untitled] Office AU (CEOs!Caitvi x Intern!Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
[Untitled] ABO AU (Alpha-Emperors!Caitvi x Omega-Servant!Reader): Work In Progress, Not Published
One-shots
Collateral: Dark 1920s gangsters Caitvi x Reader. Your husband tries to make a deal. Fortunately for you, Caitlyn and Vi give you a better one. ❤️🩹🔥
On Your Tail: Dark Vampire!Cait x Bunny-Hybrid!Reader x Werewolf!Vi. You've been your village's sacrifice for the monsters for five years running. But this year feels...Different. 🖤🔥
On Your Tail (Jinx Hunt AU): A few months after Caitlyn and Vi bring you to Castle Kiramman, a surprise visitor shows up. 🖤
At Her Pleasure: Knights!Caitvi x Princess!Reader. Sers Caitlyn and Vi are appointed to be your personal guard, and you delight in torturing them for it 🌸🔥
Academic Misconduct: You didn't think starting your new job at Piltover University would be this... troublesome 🔥
Add Some Spice (Older Sex Worker!Caitlyn x Reader x Vi): Work In Progress, Not Published
Western AU (Sheriff Caitlyn x Rancher's Daughter Reader x Ranch Hand Vi): Work In Progress, Not Published
Reader inviting Cait and Vi to sleep with her again when the twins are a few months old is such a sweet moment🥹 I can just imagine how happy Cait and Vi got when they received the call because they can finally share another moment with their wife alongside their baby girls🥹✨ Just them laying in readers bed with Cassie and Rosie who are fighting their sleep and are being so cute about it too😭 Sweet and bonding moments that slowly bring them closer to each other❤️
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I imagine it's when the twins start teething, around 6 months old.
The three of them started being intimate again about 2 months before, but Reader never let them stay. She would just go to their rooms in-between the twins' feeds, get her pleasure from them, and then go back.
But the twins have been struggling for a few nights, and Reader is exhausted. They have a team of nannies on hand, but Reader is a very involved mother and doesn't like the idea of just handing off her babies to someone else just because they're a bit harder to handle at the moment.
So Cait and Vi offer to have the babies for the night. But Reader doesn't like that either, for the same reason - she feels guilty about not being there at all for her little girls; not that she doesn't trust Cait and Vi, or think they couldn't handle the girls, because they absolutely could.
Cait makes another suggestion: they could stay in Reader's room with her? They could set up a bed for the two of them so Reader wouldn't be as disturbed with Cait and Vi getting up to attend to the twins when they cry and fuss.
Reader agrees.
The Palace staff set up a double bed for Cait and Vi in Reader's rooms, and the Monarchs prepare for a 'sleepover' with 'their girls'. Cait soothes the twins with 'facials' (cotton wool and water); Vi gently rubs their aching gums, letting them chew on her fingers to help with the pain.
When the babies are settled (for now) Cait and Vi kiss your forehead goodnight, and cross the room to the bed that had been set up.
"Wait..." Reader calls gently, not wanting to wake the babies.
Cait and Vi look back at her, ready to get her whatever she needs.
"Sleep here," she says quietly, timidly, touching the mattress either side of her.
how about we all live happily ever after maddie gets sued by ambessa with babys family and caitvi and baby live happily ever after together with their kids and vander walks baby down the isle instead of them breaking up 💜
And you know Caitvi got even hornier because Reader is watching 💀
Rose: sevika told me their Majesty didn’t leave your room until the early morning 😌
Reader: oh yes. I was … conducting an observational experiment
Rose: …
Rose: i dont even want to know what you mean by that but good for you
They're not staying over. The first time they do is when Reader is full-term and lonely, and calls them because Rose isn't available is with Sevika and Elora. After that, it doesn't happen until the twins are a few months old
Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader
Words: 4459
Synopsis: The three of you have a heart-to-heart; and an old face makes a reappearance
Warnings: Emotional distress, talk of: past physical abuse; cancer; relationship trouble; cheating; unprotected sex
“Y/N?” Vi whispered in your ear, tightening her arm around your waist.
The bedroom was dark and quiet, your combined breathing the only sounds. It was late, the middle of the night, a time when you should all have been asleep. You had thoroughly worn out both your girlfriends, the blue-haired of which was sleeping in front of you, recovering from the hours of scissoring, munching, fingering, and strapons.
You sleepily hummed at Vi, not wanting to move your head as it was tucked under Cait’s chin.
“When you were on the phone with your mom that time…” she started, a little hesitantly, “You said she broke your knuckle…?”
You hummed again.
“Which one, baby?”
You moved your left hand from under your head, moving it up from between yours and Cait’s bodies, and back towards Vi. “Middle finger knuckle.”
Vi gently touched your hand, stroking her thumb over the soft skin where your middle finger met your hand. “Here?”
You hummed again, twitching when Vi stroked again.
“I’m sorry, baby, did it hurt?” she asked, her voice etched with concern.
You hummed a ‘no’. “Little ticklish.”
She gently placed a kiss to the skin before taking hold of your hand, resting her arm over you. “Did you like breakfast today?” she enquired quietly.
You gave a gentle bob of your head. “It was really nice. Vander’s nice.”
“I’m glad you like him.”
“He said something this morning.”
“Yeah?”
You hummed.
Vi chuckled softly. “What was it, baby?”
Cait stirred. “Please, both of you…” she grumbled. “It’s late. We’ve had a busy day. And we’ll have another one tomorrow. I love you both, but please, go to sleep.”
You opened your eyes for the first time, looking directly into her frowning face, her eyes still closed. “So, you don’t want to hear about Vander offering to walk me down the aisle?”
“What!” they both cried, instantly awake.
You giggled sleepily. “Yeah. He said if I ever join your marriage, he’d be honoured to walk with me.”
“Is that…” Vi hesitated. “Is that something you’d like?”
“I mean, he’ll have to fight Ambessa over it-”
Cait squeezed you, looking deep into your eyes. “Not the walking, darling.”
You smiled teasingly. “I know.”
A moment passed.
“Well?” Vi asked, a little louder.
You hummed. “That’s not much of a proposal, Vi.”
“Ohhh…” she groaned playfully. “Oh, just you wait, Y/N.”
“We’ll give you the best proposal ever to be made, darling,” Cait vowed.
Vi asked you, “Do you know your ring size?”
Cait put in, “I already have it, Vi.”
“What? How?” you giggled.
“I have my ways, my love.”
Vi nodded behind you. “Good, good. Now, baby – traditional yellow gold? White gold? Silver-?”
“I’m allergic to silver.”
They both nodded.
“Noted,” Cait said quickly. “Platinum? Rose gold?”
“Rose gold? Ew. No – traditional yellow gold, please. And nothing too big! I hate big rings.”
Cait nodded. “The stone?”
“Diamond, obviously. But can you get it ethically sourced? Or even lab grown?”
Vi kissed the back of your head. “Of course we will, baby. Now – the proposal.”
“Nothing in public. Just us. Something small.”
Cait agreed quietly. “Absolutely. What about a wedding?”
“No, no, no,” you tutted playfully. “We’re not engaged yet. No wedding talk until I get that ring.”
Vi chuckled, her bare chest vibrating against your back. “That’s fair.”
“Oh, can I ask something serious?”
“Of course, darling. Shall I turn a lamp on?”
You shook your head. “No, the dark’s nice. And the light will wake us up too much.”
She kissed your forehead. “Alright, sweetheart. What’s your question?”
“Babies.”
You paused, letting the word settle. Neither woman jumped out of bed, pulled away from you, or made a horrified noise, which you took to mean permission to continue.
“How would you both feel about having children? Because I really want to be a mother one day – it doesn’t have to be now! – but we really should discuss this before getting engaged.”
Vi took a deep breath, that sounded pained.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
She tightened her arm around you. “I love you, Y/N.”
Oh..?
Cait scooted somehow even closer to you. “I love you too, Y/N.” She sounded tearful. “So, so much, darling.”
“Should I not have asked? I’m sorry!” you started crying.
But they both shushed you.
“No, no, sweetheart,” Cait cooed, kissing your soft lips. “It’s alright, it’s okay.”
“We do want kids,” Vi nodded against you.
Cait chuckled softly. “We could just never agree on who would carry. And neither of us are comfortable with commercial surrogacy.”
“Plus, the only person we know who we could really ask to carry for us would be Powder-”
“Which, at her age, is a firm ‘no’ for both of us,” Cait added. “She’s far too young. It wouldn’t be fair of us to ask her to do that for some time, if we ever did.”
You nodded slowly, taking everything in. It was hard to believe you were all asleep only ten minutes ago. “So, if I carried…?”
“Would you want to, darling?” Cait asked seriously. “Or do you feel you’d have to?”
You shook your head. “I want to. I want to be pregnant, I want to carry a baby. If I can, obviously.”
Vi held your hand tighter. “Did your oncologist say you wouldn’t be able to?”
You shook your head. “No. The type of treatments I did shouldn’t have affected my fertility.”
Cait bobbed her head. “Good. Good. We can still get everything checked, though, just to be safe.”
Vi squeezed you. “Definitely. We need to know you’ll be okay. We’re not putting your health at risk. One of us will have to just suck it up and pop out a baby for us all!”
“Thank you for volunteering, Violet.”
“Hey!”
You all chuckled together, before settling down.
“So…” you said softly. “Are we…?”
Cait kissed your lips tenderly. “Planning a future together? Yes. We are.”
Vi nuzzled into the back of your head, burying her face in your hair. “You’re not getting rid of us now, Y/N.”
Vi helped you put your coat on as you all started preparing to leave the restaurant after a lunch with your now-extended family. Cait, Ambessa, and Vander were all busy arguing about who would pay the bill – they were all fighting to pay it, and they had all shot down Powder’s suggestion that they just split the bill either equally or into their respective families’ orders.
Vi rolled her eyes and went over to the squabbling trio in an attempt to ease the argument so you could all leave; Ekko and Powder slipped off to the side to take some photos in front of the elegant living wall at the side of the restaurant; leaving you and Mel to head outside.
“Our families are crazy, aren’t they?” you giggled to Mel, as you headed out the front door of one of the fanciest restaurants in the city.
“Well, obviously,” Mel chuckled back, “But…”
She trailed off and stopped dead, her hand almost stuck to the heavy door.
You paused as you looked back at her. “Mel? You okay?”
“Y/N?”
Your heart froze.
Your stomach twisted, nausea rising swiftly within you.
Your eyes started flickering as you looked at Mel, who was looking over your head, her beautiful face torn apart by a vicious glare, true hatred burning in her eyes.
“Y/N, is that you?”
Your body turned without you wanting to, sending you face-to-face with the redhead you’d never thought you’d see again.
“Maddie.”
Your voice sounded dead, numb.
Your ex-girlfriend smiled at you nervously. Her short ginger bob framed her sweet-looking, freckled face; her body in a figure-hugging wrap-dress. Her shoes and shoulder bag more expensive than anything you’d ever seen her with, but distinctly not her preferred style.
You couldn’t control the words that followed. “I’m not dying of cancer, you mean?”
She flinched. “Y-Yes. I take it you’re well again?”
Your head jerked in a nod. “Remission. Almost two years ago. Not that you’d know that.”
Another flinch. “Yes… Um…” Mel stepping forward to stand protectively at your shoulder drew her attention. “Mel. How… How are you?”
“You don’t get to speak to me after what you did,” she snapped coldly.
Maddie swallowed. “Look, I… Y/N, I know we didn’t end well-”
“End well?” you barked. “You abandoned me when I had cancer!”
The restaurant door opened behind you.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?”
Cait and Vi approached you, standing on your other side to Mel, both their hands touching your arm gently.
Then they froze.
“Cait?” your ex asked. “Vi?”
“Maddie?” they both said in complete surprise.
Your head spun between the three of them. “What? Wait… You all know each other?”
Cait opened her mouth a few times. Vi shifted awkwardly. Maddie wouldn’t look at anyone.
Your stomach twisted again. A pitiful whimper escaped your throat. “No…”
Cait tried to soothe you. “Y/N-”
“When?” you demanded.
None of them answered you.
“When?!” you shouted, uncaring of the attention you were bringing.
They all did a double-take at you; none of them had ever heard you raise your voice like that, except the phone call with your mother weeks ago.
“It ended well-over a year ago,” Vi explained. “Long before we met you.”
“And how long were you… How long, when did it start?”
Cait’s eyes widened; the penny dropped behind her eyes. “Maddie’s your ex, the one who left you.”
You swallowed thickly, forcing down tears. “And she was your last Baby… Wasn’t she?”
Maddie gasped. “Wait, Y/N, are you-?”
“Not anymore,” Vi snapped defensively.
She took a step closer to you…
And you took a step away from everyone.
This couldn’t be happening… This couldn’t be real… The women you loved – the one you were going to marry, and have babies with, and be together forever with – had been with your ex… Probably at the same time as you were with Maddie.
You were trying to breathe, but your lips trembled. You were trying to blink away tears. Your hands shook in front of you, raised in an almost defensive position. “This… This isn’t happening. This isn’t real…” you whimpered.
The restaurant door opened again.
Because of course it would.
Ambessa, Vander, Powder, and Ekko emerged from within, having to step around the scene happening only a few feet in front of the door.
“What has happened?” Ambessa asked, moving around the stand beside Mel. She saw the short redhead. “Oh. I see.”
Maddie visibly curled in on herself.
“Vi?” Vander asked softly, resting his huge hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
Maddie just cleared her throat delicately, speaking softly, “Y/N, can we talk? I-In private?”
A pained, hysterical laugh burst from your throat, shocking everyone. Your hands trembled in front of your mouth, your eyes leaking tears.
“T-Talk? Talk? You want t-to talk? After what you d-did?! Oh, fuuuck…” you shook.
“Darling-” Cait tried to calm you, but you erupted.
“No! No, no, no!”
Ambessa’s car suddenly pulled up at the kerb, the driver hopping out, ready to open the door.
The lawyer glanced at the car, then took action. She put her warm hand on your back, nudging you towards the car. “Go with Mel.” She waved at Maddie. “You too, girl. Back seat, do not say a word.” When the redhead obediently hurried towards the black SUV after you and Mel, Ambessa looked at Cait and Vi. “I will handle this. She will be safe with me.”
Before they could try to argue or interject, Ambessa turned and strode towards her car, climbing into the front passenger seat.
The car pulled away, and all the Kiramman-Lanes family could do was watch you drive away.
Cait’s and Vi’s stomach twisted.
Hopefully they would see you soon, so they could explain everything. And everything would be okay…
The car drive was agonisingly awkward and silent. Mel helped you calm your breaths until you eased away from the panic attack you’d been bordering on, letting you squeeze her hand as tightly as you could, instead.
The car slowed to a stop.
“We have arrived,” Ambessa announced, reaching for the handle. Her voice was calm, almost eerily so.
The four of you climbed out of the vehicle, Mel keeping her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as she led you forward.
A frown creased Maddie’s brow as she looked up at the skyscraper in front of you all. “Where are we?” she asked timidly, uncertainty creeping in.
“Neutral ground,” was all Ambessa replied.
Maddie hesitated. “It doesn’t look very neutral,” she muttered.
Ambessa’s lips curved faintly. “No,” she said. “It does not. Now, walk.”
The elevator ride up was even more painful than the car ride. The space too small, too quiet; the music playing inside, excessively aggravating.
The numbers ticked up one by one, each number making your pulse jump a little higher.
Maddie shifted in her spot in the corner. “I feel like I’m being kidnapped…”
Ambessa scoffed as she tapped away on her phone with one hand, the other casually tucked into her pocket. “Have any of us unlawfully taken, held, or carried you away, against your will, by force, fraud, or coercion?”
She blinked. “Um… No?”
“Then be quiet.”
“I-I just wanted to talk to Y/N-”
“You will have the opportunity to speak. It seems you have rather a lot of explaining to do, Madeleine.”
“I-It’s just Maddie-”
“Your birth certificate is listed as Madeleine.”
The redhead recoiled. “How… How have you seen my birth certificate?”
But an amused Ambessa just shook her head, a small smirk on her painted lips.
Maddie went quiet, ducking her head.
The lift doors opened.
The reception desk sat in front of the Medarda golden logo for the company; a woman behind the expensive wood already looking up as you all approached.
“Welcome back, Ms Medarda—” she greeted, standing.
“Clear my afternoon,” was the only thing the tall woman said, leading the three of you around a corner and down the corridor towards her office.
“Yes, ma’am!” She immediately set to work, tapping away on her keyboard, lifting her phone’s handset to her ear.
When you were all in Ambessa’s office, the lawyer closed the heavy wooden door behind her. Your heart was pounding in your chest; Mel still had her arm tightly around your shoulders; and Maddie looked almost nauseated.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she said quietly. “I-I was meeting someone for lunch.”
“One of your clients, I imagine.” Ambessa nodded, slipping off her tailored jacket, and hanging it across the back of her leather office chair. “I am sure you can make your excuses.”
Maddie blushed.
You looked back at her. “You’re a Sugar Baby?” There was no judgement in your voice; you only wanted answers.
Suddenly her out-of-character outfit made more sense – she was dressed for her client’s preferences, not her own style.
“Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“How long have you done this?” you asked, crossing your arms protectively around yourself, but stepping out from under Mel’s arm.
You needed to do this yourself.
Maddie hesitated. “A-A few years.”
Your brow twitched into a frown. “You hesitated.”
“No, I-”
“Yes, you did. How long have you been a Baby?”
She paused for a breath, obviously trying to come up with an answer.
You snapped at her, “You said you wanted to talk, Maddie. So, talk. Were you a Baby when we were dating?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly, ducking her head. “Yes, I was.”
You’d already suspected such a thing since the restaurant. It still hurt, though. You let out a breath. “When did it start? When we were dating; before we were dating…?”
“Before,” Maddie replied.
You nodded through the pain. “Was it… Was it full service? Just online? Just dates?”
She swallowed. “Full service.”
You swallowed the stone in your throat. “When we were together?”
“Yes.”
You bobbed anxiously, pointing a finger at her accusingly. “You never told me that. You never told me you were sleeping with other people whilst we were together. I thought we were monogamous! And you were out there having sex with random people?! How many?!”
Ambessa not-so-discreetly picked up her desk phone’s handset, tapping a few numbers as she held it to her ear. “Ambessa Medarda here. I need an urgent appointment with Doctor Reveck, for today; it is not optional.”
You shuddered uncontrollably, groaning in disgust.
“I’m clean!” Maddie cried defensively. “I’ve never had anything!”
Ambessa tilted the received away from her mouth, cutting across sharply, “You have proven yourself untrustworthy, Madeleine. Y/N will be receiving every test available, and if a single result comes back positive, you will need to seek out legal representation.”
“Cait and Vi…” you said softly.
“I will advise them to get tested too,” Ambessa nodded. She returned to her call. “Yes. … Yes, we will be there in an hour.” She put the phone down.
You groaned. “Fuck!”
Mel blinked. “Wait, angel… You didn’t get tested before your first time with them?”
You scrubbed your eyes. “I didn’t think I had to; she was the last person I was with!” you gestured accusatorily at Maddie.
Your friend gawked. “Y/N! You always need to get tested!”
“Well, it’s not relevant now, is it?!”
“Girls,” Ambessa said firmly. “Calm yourselves down. Agitation will not help the situation.”
You looked back at Maddie. “So, full service. Just women?”
She winced. “Men too.”
That honestly surprised you, knowing her sexuality. But a thought pushed aside your sympathy. “What if you’d gotten pregnant?”
Maddie shifted. “I would have taken care of it.”
You were briefly flummoxed. “How would you have explained that to me, though? You would’ve been bleeding and in pain for weeks – how would you have explained that?”
Ambessa spoke up from her spot of leaning against her desk. “I think we are focusing on the wrong subject, Y/N. If you would like, I can-”
You burst out, “Mom, this isn’t a courtroom; she’s not your witness to cross-examine!”
“I do feel like I’m being interrogated,” Maddie mumbled.
Your head snapped back to her. “So, you were fucking men and women whilst we were together – what were you doing with the money? Because you made out like you were a struggling college student, just like me. We budgeted together; we ate buttered noodles together; neither of us had treats or luxuries.”
Maddie’s fingers started wringing together. “Well, I paid my half of everything, but I put the rest in savings.”
Mel asked, “What about gifts from your clients? Clothes you would need for dates? Not many Sugars would tolerate $20 dresses and cheap shoes if they’re paying hundreds or thousands of dollars for your company.”
“I had a storage locker. I’d keep everything that I wouldn’t be able to explain, in there.”
“Were you even at school?” you asked, struggling to make sense of things. “How did you have the time to go to classes, study and do homework, be with me, and also go on dates? I never noticed anything off with you.”
“No, no, I was doing classes,” she clarified. “I graduated this summer, too.”
“Bully for you,” Mel snarked sarcastically.
“I just wasn’t doing any of the extracurricular things I said I was,” she admitted. “I-I wasn’t in art class, or archery, or study club. Those were the times I was on dates or doing photoshoots in the locker.”
“Shoots in your storage locker?” Mel asked incredulously. Her professional side was offended on the girl’s clients’ behalf, imagining the shoddy photos and crappy videos they must have paid for.
Maddie explained defensively, “I got a big one! And I made one end of it look like a bedroom! I had ring lights and everything!”
She rolled her eyes. “Wow, a true professional,” she snarked.
“Girls, once again, we are straying off topic,” Ambessa guided.
You nodded, bracing yourself to ask the question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to. “What about Cait and Vi? How did it start with them?”
Maddie nodded back at you, equally preparing herself. “We met on an app. They messaged me, looking for a Baby to share.”
“When?”
“A few months after your diagnosis. They were just regular clients, to begin with. But they asked for exclusivity a couple of months after we met.”
Mel held in a comment.
You scoffed a little, your eyes starting to tear up. “So, whilst I was literally fighting for my life, you were just swanning off on dates with Cait and Vi? Getting pampered and spoiled, whilst I was curled up on the bathroom floor, puking my guts up all day from treatment, shivering from pain, my veins burning from chemo? I thought you were going to classes, to get your degree so we could have a life together!”
“I was still going to classes! I just… I was also going on dates.”
You dabbed away your tears, desperately not wanting her to see you cry.
“It wasn’t emotional, Y/N; it was a job. It wasn’t like I was in love with them.”
You snapped, “No, you just liked Cait more and tried to drive a wedge between her and Vi.”
All three of them looked at you with wide eyes, shocked by your accusation.
Maddie flinched back from you. “What? How-?”
“They told me, Maddie. Their last Baby – you – started to like Cait more, and stopped wanting to spend time with Vi. Is that why it ended?”
She shifted uncomfortably. “Um, yeah,” she relented. “Yes, that was how it ended. They said I wasn’t the right fit for them.”
“Well, you’re a Top too, so…”
You trailed off, then gasped.
“Oh, gods, what now?” Mel asked rhetorically.
“You’re the reason Cait doesn’t like to be strapped!”
Mel groaned aloud; even Ambessa shifted minutely.
Maddie blinked. “You’ve tried strapping? I thought you were a bottom?”
“I am! But I was drunk once and asked if I could try, and Cait was really cagey about it. It’s because of you, isn’t it?”
She shrugged awkwardly. “I wanted to Top from time to time.”
Ambessa called, “Ladies, once again, off topic.”
You shook your head. “Do you have any idea how much you hurt them both? Especially Vi. The first time I asked her on a solo date, it was like she couldn’t believe I would want to spend one-on-one time with her!”
The redhead didn’t say anything for a few seconds. She blinked at you, her brow furrowing. “You’re in love with them,” she accused.
“We’re together,” you snapped back defensively.
“They’re probably planning a wedding and babies by now,” Mel joked humourlessly. Then she saw your face “Fuck. You are, aren’t you?”
“So what if we are?” you barked.
Mel raised her brows at your tone. “Calm down, Y/N. Just let me know the theme and colours – I’m still going to be your Maid of Honour. But wait a bit before getting pregnant; I’m not ready for Auntie duties yet.”
Ambessa rolled her eyes. “Girls…”
You turned back to Maddie. “Did you break up with me for them? Or was it just the fact that I was dying of cancer?”
She flinched, shifting between her feet. “They were easy.”
You blinked. “Easy?”
She nodded. “It was simple with them. There were no… Complications.”
There was a tense moment. The air hung heavy between you all.
You winced. “And there were complications with me. I was complicated.”
“I didn’t want to look after you anymore!” Maddie admitted in a cry.
The whole room turned cold and angry; even Ambessa had to grip the edge of her desk harder.
“I was 21, Y/N! I wanted to live my life! I had parties to go to, and dates to be on, fun to have! And you were so sick, all the time.”
“I was dying!” you screamed. “I had a 50-50 chance, the whole time! For two years – two fucking years, I fought for my life! And it could come back any moment! For the rest of my life, I will forever have this hanging over me, like-like a Sword of Damocles! I’ll spend the rest of my life knowing it could come back and kill me, but sure, please go on about how my cancer was hard for you!”
“You were constantly throwing up,” she cringed. “And you had that… That thing in your chest-”
You balked. “My chemo port?”
“It was sticking out of you the whole time! It was gross, and weird, and I hated looking at it. You were constantly going to appointments, and needing help with stuff!”
You glared at her. “What, when I asked you to help me shower a handful of times, because I was too weak to stand from the fucking chemo I was on?”
“I-I couldn’t take it, Y/N! I couldn’t take it anymore!”
“So why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t you at least warn me you wanted to break up? You abandoned me the day I got home from major surgery! You acted like nothing was wrong, the whole time; then you packed your bags whilst I was in the hospital. You let me believe I was coming home to you, and you were going to look after me and help me get better! I had to move in with Mel for months afterwards because I was too weak to be on my own! And I had to move out of that apartment, too. You know the one: the one you illegally took your name off and left me shafted with, knowing I wouldn’t be able to pay the rent because I couldn’t fucking work and my disability allowance was absolutely dog-shit?”
You pointed to Ambessa. “She wanted to take you to court, you know?”
Maddie paled.
“The only reason you did not get sued into oblivion-”
“Or face up to six months in prison,” Ambessa added.
“-Was because I told her not to. Was because I couldn’t face a legal battle on top of everything else I was already fucking going through.”
Your eyes started to leak tears; you didn’t bother wiping them away this time.
“You…” You had to inhale slowly as your heart started to pound. “Do you have any idea how badly I struggled after you left? Do you care?”
“I-I always cared about you, Y/N-”
“Just not enough to not abandon me whilst I was dying,” you snapped.
In the end, you shook your head. “Is there anything else you want to say?”
Maddie floundered for a moment. “I…” She swallowed thickly. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”
Ambessa straightened up. “Then you can leave. The three of us have an appointment to get to.”
“Sometimes she lets them relieve each other after they've seen to her (mostly out of curiosity) but she doesn't engage with them as they do.”
YOU CANT CASUALLY DROP THIS IN OUR LAPS AND MOVE ON! Please elaborate 🏃♀️
She's noticed their erections for a while and always been quite disgusted by them. But over time, when she realises that they have sex with each other back in their rooms, she starts to get curious. How do they relieve each other? Do they use their hands on themselves, on each other? Do they use their mouths? If so, do they suck each other's penises or lick their vulvas? Do they have penetrative sex? If so, who is inside the other??
So one time, before they're about to excuse themselves to go back to their rooms, she invites them to stay. They actually hesitate to accept - they desperately want to spend any time with her that she'll allow, but their cocks are rock-hard and leaking precum; they need to cum, soon.
"We can come back in a few minutes," Cait suggests, hiding her tented erection behind her hands.
"No," Reader says softly. "You can... You can do that here. If you want."
Cait and Vi pause, unsure if they really heard that right.
Vi starts, "Uh... Are you... Do you understand..?"
Reader nods. "Yes. I understand what you two do when you go back to your rooms. I'm saying: you can do that here, now, if you'd like?" she shrugs a shoulder casually.
Cait's brow furrows as she tries to comprehend. "Do you... Want... Us to?"
Reader fiddles with the tie of her soft cotton robe. "I am curious," she admits.
Their eyes widen.
"Oh! Oh, right!"
"Wow, sweetheart. That's... That's a big step," Vi smiles, trying to be encouraging.
Surely their Wife being curious about their bodies is a good thing!
Reader just nods awkwardly. "So just do what you would normally do. If you want to."
Cait and Vi look at each other for a second, then back to Reader, who is looking back at them openly.
They move together, kissing deeply. They move back towards the end of the Reader's bed, Vi lying down on the edge, her feet still on the floor.
They slip their hands down to the other's flys, pushing their pants down a few inches until their cocks both spring up. They spit into their own hands, then move their hands down and take hold of their Wife's throbbing cock.
They both groan as they start to pump each other quickly, desperate with the need to cum.
Reader watches from her place resting up against the pillows, her head tilted in curiosity as the two Monarchs writhe under each other. They moan into each other's mouths in-between kisses, groaning low with pleasure.
It doesn't even take a minute before Vi suddenly cries out into Cait's mouth, the blue-haired woman following a second later. Their hips jerk against each other, and Reader can see spurts of semen pouring from both their cocks.
They breathe together as they come down from their climaxes, still kissing gently.
I need ARA Reader to fist fight queensCaitVi lol. I've been seeing the fluffy stuff they've been getting recently, and I just want to be a little chaos gremlin for a bit.
Actually, it was in a dream I had last night. What if ARA Reader didn't want to get married at first? Like, sure she heard great things about the two queens, but actually being married to them, nuhuh. Not for me.
So on their wedding night, instead of wanting to sleep with them, she gives them each a document to sign. Super formal, super diplomatic, Reader explains she doesn't want to be married to them, despite having a deep sense of respect for them, so to save them all the hassle, she'll sleep with them to give them heirs, but those heirs will also be her children, so she gets a say in what their names are and how they're raised. She doesn't want to just be a incubator for them to hatch kids out of.
CaitVi are shocked? Annoyed? Idk, it was like a 2 second dream I wanted to share. And I don't even think this ask follows itself very well lol.
I know I’ll probably get the duck for this but I’ve been thinking about consort randomly asking Caitlyn or Vi for a hug. HEAR ME OUT PLEASE. It’s maybe sometime right after the first pregnancy, when Consort is still physically exhausted and hormonal, but finally starting to warm up to her wives after seeing them with the babies. Maybe after a late-night feed, one (or both) of them offer her a snack or some tea, and instead she just asks for a hug. She’s just tired and a bit touch-starved and she finally feels safe enough to really WANT that comfort from them. This was where the last ask I sent (whore moan) was going I love the angsty stuff but it makes me so sad also😭 please, I need the comfort side of hurt-comfort
[suspicious squint] 👀
She will accept side-hugs whilst one of them plays/cuddles with the babies, and even a kiss to the top of her head 👀
