I am pleased by people messaging me telling me that after adding a carb or protein to their snacks or meals they feel more satisfied all day. Yes, my plan is working. People are getting through their days with less hangry.
someone: i really don't understand why some masc lesbians use T.......but they aren't men?? that defeats the whole point of being a lesbian. its just stupid i really dont support tbh
me who heard "masc lesbians" and "T" and got so hard i almost threw up: what
Notes: I'm not crying, you're crying 😭 There's the Epilogue after this, but then we're done!! 😭
The elevator climbed slowly towards the penthouse.
You stood alone inside, your hands clasped together so tightly in front of you that your knuckles had begun to pale. You had ridden this lift hundreds of times over the past year, to the point where the soft mechanical hum and gentle sway had become comforting background noise, but today every passing floor seemed to amplify the pounding of your heart.
Three months.
It had been just over three months since you had walked out of this building one morning with the whole of Vi’s extended family, heading out to have brunch with Mel and Ambessa. A day that should have been completely normal.
And yet it had turned your world upside down.
Three months.
For 97 days, Cait had deliberately left one side of the wardrobe untouched. Vi had refused to touch the mug you always used for your morning tea, even though it had gathered a fine layer of dust on the kitchen counter.
Neither of them had even touched your belongings, let alone pack anything away.
Neither of them had acted like you weren’t coming back.
They had simply waited.
Patiently, hopefully, lovingly.
It hadn’t been easy.
There had been evenings when Vi had stared at your products on the bathroom counter, getting lost in how she missed watching you get ready for bed each night. There had been mornings when Cait had reached automatically for a third coffee mug before remembering there were only two people in the penthouse.
They had continued living, working, going about their routine.
But there had always been an empty space beside them.
And they had never once tried to force you to fill it before you were ready.
The elevator dinged as it arrived, its metal doors opening into the penthouse foyer.
You hesitated, feeling like a guest after three months of not stepping foot in the home.
Then you heard Vi.
“Y/N?”
Footsteps, quick and unmistakable.
Vi skidded around the corner.
She stopped so abruptly that you genuinely thought she might have forgotten how to move.
For several long seconds neither of you spoke.
The elevator doors started to close.
“No!” you both cried simultaneously.
Vi shot forward, ready to force the doors open. But you darted out of the metal box and into the marbled foyer, dropping the rucksack you’d brought with you onto the floor just outside the doors.
Vi simply stared as you were now only a foot apart. Then her eyes began to shine. “Y/N?”
You smiled nervously. “Hi.”
She didn’t hug you, didn’t touch you. She simply looked, searching your face. “You came back.” Her voice was almost impossibly quiet.
“I said I would.”
“I know.” She laughed shakily. “I just…” she rubbed quickly at one eye, “I didn’t realise how much I’d missed hearing your voice in person.”
You jumped into her arms, throwing your arms around her neck. She caught you easily, holding you tightly against her muscled torso.
You rested a hand on the back of her head, then gasped. “Your hair’s longer!” You ran your fingers through the longest length of her hair that was now almost to her mid-back.
Before Vi could respond, another set of footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Cait appeared.
You gasped again when you saw her. “Your hair’s shorter!”
She smiled back, nervously touching her shoulder-length cut. “Your hair’s coloured.”
Vi laughed softly. “I don’t do anything with my hair when I’m stressed; Cait cuts hers off; and you dye yours.”
You giggled. “We really are the complete set.”
Vi turned towards Cait, still holding you in her arms, making you laugh again as you spun with her. “You want a turn, Cupcake?”
Cait chuckled. “If Y/N doesn’t mind.”
Vi set you down with playful reluctance, watching with a smile as you turned to face Cait.
She reached out a hand, tucking your new navy money pieces behind your ear, lightly touching your new magenta hair – the exact same shades as both her and Vi’s hair. “Hello, darling.”
The endearment nearly undid you.
Cait barely had time to open her arms before you wrapped her in the tightest embrace you could.
Every ounce of affection you’d carefully kept under control for three months seemed to pour into that single hug.
“I missed you,” you whispered. “So much.”
Cait sniffled, burying her face against the top of your head. “I missed you too.”
When you finally pulled apart, Cait studied you for a long moment as though committing every detail to memory. “You look well.”
You smiled. “I am.”
“I can see that.” There was pride in her voice.
Not because you’d finally come back – you all knew you would. But because you’d done exactly what you’d said you needed to do: you had started to heal.
At least enough to find your way home.
Cait leaned forward and rested her forehead lightly against yours. “I missed you every day.”
You closed your eyes, feeling Vi wrap herself around you from behind. “I missed you both too.”
“You don’t have to come back if you’re not ready,” Vi mumbled against your shoulder, even though she didn’t sound happy saying it.
“I know.”
“We’ll wait as long as you need.”
A tear slipped down your cheek. “I know.”
But you were where you wanted to be…
You were home.
A little while later, the three of you were sitting together on the large sofa in the living room, mugs of tea – coffee for Vi, obviously – warming your hands.
You looked between the two women you loved. “I owe you both an apology.”
Vi frowned immediately, her hand still stroking your thigh under the soft blanket. “For what?”
“For leaving.”
Cait shook her head almost before the sentence had finished. “No.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.”
You looked at her helplessly. “I walked away.”
“You stepped back; there is a difference.”
You fell silent, staring down into your tea.
Cait reached over Vi and took hold of your free hand. “You didn’t leave because you stopped loving us. Everything just got too much for you, you recognised that, and you asked for some time away. That is not ‘walking away’; that is you understanding your needs and communicating them clearly.”
You nodded. “I couldn’t hear myself think anymore.”
Vi said softly, “We get it.”
“And I was terrified that if I stayed…” You searched for the right words. “I was worried I’d make panicked decisions and end up regretting them, or ruining what we have.” You looked up, unshed tears in your eyes. “I didn’t ruin it… Did I?”
“No, sweetheart!”, “Never, darling,” they cried simultaneously.
You nodded again, sniffling a little.
Vi gently squeezed your thigh. “You know what I was worried about?”
“What?”
“I spent three months worrying you’d decide life was better without us.”
Your eyes widened. “You thought that?”
“Every day.”
You looked at Cait. “You too?”
Cait smiled ruefully. “I worried more quietly. But yes.”
You put your mug down on the coffee table, and squeezed both of their hands. “I never stopped loving you both, okay? Not for a second. I just needed time to process everything that happened. And – I have to be honest – the Maddie thing really messed me up.”
“What did she tell you?” Cait asked. “What was her version of what happened between us?”
You explained what Maddie had told you – how she had been working as a Baby before the two of you even started dating but never told you; how she met the two of them on the same app as you had; how they’d asked her to be exclusive with them; and that it ended a few months after that.
Vi prompted, “Did she tell you why it ended between us? Why we ended it?”
You gave her a wry look. “Funnily enough, she never fully explained that part.”
“Shocking…” Cait drawled sarcastically.
“But I can guess…” You looked to Cait. “Maddie was a Top. With me, at least. And given how you were never okay with the idea of me strapping you…”
Cait shifted uncomfortably, breaking eye contact with you.
Vi nodded on her Wife’s behalf. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re along the right lines, baby.”
You squeezed Cait’s hand gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She slowly nodded. “She played her part quite well. At first. She claimed she was comfortable being the bottom between us, including everything that went with that. She never let on about her true preference. Until we became exclusive.”
Vi sipped her coffee unhappily. “Yeah, she changed pretty quickly after that. What was it, a week afterwards? When she asked to strap you for the first time?”
“I don’t think it was even a full week,” Cait mused. “As you did when you came back from your night out with Mel, she claimed she’d never done it before and ‘just wanted to try it’. But it became clear rather quickly that she was very experienced with strapping.”
You nodded. “Yeah, we did it all the time. And she was good at it,” you begrudgingly admitted.
Cait nodded. “She was. But that was the first time that her mask slipped.”
You looked to Vi. “Was that also when she started pulling away from you?”
The pink-haired woman grumbled. “No, she was pulling away before. But it was more noticeable after that. She’d never asked me on solo dates before, but she had asked Cait a few times. She always said yes if I asked, though. I guess she knew she couldn’t really say no without it being a bit obvious that she was playing favourites? But afterwards, instead of just never asking me, she suddenly had excuses for why she could never go out, just the two of us. She had an appointment, she was seeing friends that night, her family was in town, etc.”
Vi shook her head with a sigh. “Then she started trying to really Top Cait, and we knew things weren’t right.”
Your brow furrowed sadly. “What did she do?”
Cait shrugged one shoulder, trying to appear unbothered. The action looked odd on her. “She’d start trying to pull my hair whilst she strapped me. Or tell me to beg her for it. She asked if she could spank me one time, too.”
Your eyes widened. “Jesus, that was bold of her!”
She nodded. “Oh yes, her mask was fully off by that point. She didn’t care that we knew she wasn’t as she’d portrayed herself.”
“How long did it last? After you became exclusive?”
Vi answered. “Only a couple months. She stopped pretending pretty quickly. But the spanking thing was the final straw.”
“Only you’re allowed to spank Cait,” you agreed cheekily.
Vi smirked, “Damn straight, baby.”
Cait scolded you both playfully. “If you don’t mind!”
You all had a small chuckle together, the mood lifting.
Cait watched you and Vi fondly before lifting your hand to her mouth. She pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Welcome home, darling.”
You leaned in, kissing her lips gently, lingering against her. Eventually you pulled away, trying to hold back tears. “I love you, Cait.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
You turned to Vi and pressed your lips to hers with just as much tenderness. “I love you, Vi.”
“I love you so fucking much, Y/N.”
You shifted a little. “Can we…?” You blushed. “I mean, it is too cheesy if we…?”
Vi smirked. “Are you asking for make-up sex, sweetheart?”
You nodded eagerly.
She looked at Cait, teasingly shaking her head. “I don’t know… What do you think, Cupcake?”
Cait considered. “It’s a possibility…”
“Please!” you pleased. “It’s been three months for me! You two have had each other!”
Vi smirked. “Oh, are you needy, baby?”
You pouted. “Yes, Daddy.”
She smiled back at you for a second, then finished her coffee, keeping her eyes on yours. She stood up from the sofa. “Okay, baby. Come on. Let’s go have some ‘make-up sex’.”
Your wrists tugged on the cuffs keeping your arms stretched out to the side. You whimpered pathetically, unable to even move your legs. Folded in half with your calves bound to your thighs, lengths of soft cord tied to the headboard kept your legs spread open.
Vi lay on her side between your legs, resting her head against your inner thigh as she fucked her fingers into your sloshing pussy. Your hole leaked around her digits, practically soaking through the sheets.
Cait sat at the end of the bed, one hand elegantly holding a crystal champagne flute, whilst the other pointed her phone at the two of you.
“Fuck, Daddy,” you cried, tears of ecstasy flowing down your cheeks.
She looked up at you with a cheeky smirk. “That feel good, baby? Yeah? My fingers deep inside you?”
“Yes,” you whined, long and low as you tried rolling your hips to match her rhythm.
She bit down on your inner thigh, earning a sharp and pained cry, but it only made your pussy clench around her. “Those three months were so long, princess. I really needed to feel your sweet little pussy again,” she groaned, watching her fingers disappear inside you.
Cait moved forward, keeping her phone pointed at your pussy. Her other hand reached over and held out her glass to Vi. She tipped the flute just enough for her Wife to take a drink of the bubbly liquid. “We’ve had such a hard time away from you, darling,” she said softly, watching your creamy pussy through her phone. “This is quite relaxing,” she mused, sipping the drink.
Your eyes just rolled back as Vi curled her fingers inside you, feeling your pussy already start to squirt as she did. “Fuuuck…”
“There she goes,” Vi encouraged, quickening her pace. “Didn’t even touch your clit, baby.”
“I can see it,” Cait grinned. “That hard little bud at the top of her pussy.” She zoomed the camera in, getting a close-up of your pussy squirting and spraying Vi’s hand as you experienced the most intense orgasm since pausing your relationship.
Vi nodded. “I’m so close to it. I could just move my head down and suck that sweet thing.” She hummed with fake thoughtfulness. “I won’t though. Not yet.”
Your body trembled between them, your hips juddering on the bed, unable to properly meet Vi’s hand due to the cord binding you. “Fuck… Gods, Daddy!”
Your orgasm eventually subsided as Vi started to slow her hand down.
“Take a few breaths for me, baby,” she instructed gently, pulling her fingers out. She lightly stroked your inner thigh with her clean hand as you breathed deeply, your head slowly stopping spinning. “There you go, well done.” She kept stroking your skin until you breathed more steadily. “Dumb little baby keeps forgetting how to breathe, huh?” she teased.
You gave a pathetic moan; why did it feel so good when she used that word?
Vi took the glass off Cait with her dry hand, kneeling between your legs. “Which do you want first, sweetheart?”
She held up the champagne and her sticky fingers, wiggling them playfully. You whined and opened your mouth for her fingers, moaning as your own juices coated your tongue. You lazily sucked her fingers clean, running your tongue over and between her digits.
“Shit…” she groaned. “You really are a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”
You nodded around her fingers, your blurry eyes meeting hers.
She moved her hand back and forth for a minute, just enjoying watching your face as you clearly basked deep in your subspace, no thoughts going through your head other than the two of them.
Vi asked, “Champagne now, baby?”
You nodded slowly, giving her fingers a final hard suck.
She withdrew her digits, then surprised you by lifting the glass to her own lips, tipping the liquid into her mouth. She cupped your cheeks, leant forward, and trickled the bubbly drink into your waiting mouth.
You groaned as you swallowed, uncaring that some of it leaked down your chest.
Vi quickly bent her head, licking up what you spilt. “Dumb baby… Dribbling everywhere…”
You heard clinking from beside the bed. You turned your head and watched as Cait untucked her silk blouse from her tailored navy bottoms, unbuttoning it. You couldn’t hold in the little moan as she revealed her toned torso, her beautiful breasts encased in a lacy cream bra.
She caught you staring, smirking. “Like what you see, darling?”
“Caitie…” you whimpered.
“Yes, sweet girl?” she walked over, bending down to kiss your forehead.
“I… I need you,” you sighed.
She smiled, pecking your lips. “And you’ll get me, my love. Don’t worry about that.” She chuckled lightly as she slipped her bra off. She held it for a second, then handed it to Vi. “Violet, can you do something with that?”
The pink-haired woman took it with a smirk. “Yeah, I can find a use for this.” She rolled the non-wired lace, then looked at you. “Open wide, baby.”
You opened your mouth obediently, and Vi passed the rolled-up bra twice around your head, gagging you with the soft material as she tied it at the back of your head.
“Comfy, sweetheart?”
You nodded, your pussy leaking all the more.
You and Vi watched Cait as she took out her strap and harness from the bedside table, fastening the straps around her hips and thighs, over her trousers.
“Fuuu…” you groaned through the gag.
She looked so fucking gorgeous… Bare-chested, navy strap fixed around her hips, her tailored trousers accentuating her curves and long legs.
She smirked cockily, climbing onto the bed. Vi quickly moved out of her way, allowing her to settle between your legs.
“Is this what you want, baby?” she asked, watching as she ran the tip of her strap up and down your slit, wetting the tip with your copious juices.
You nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mommy!” you pleaded with her through her bra.
She chuckled darkly, stroking your cheek with the backs of her fingers. You nodded at her, letting her know what you wanted. Without a word, she slapped your cheek, listening to your moans.
“Still our little slut?” she mocked.
You nodded. “Yes, Mommy!”
Vi tugged on the back of your hair, pulling your head back. “Are you going to be our good girl whilst Mommy fucks you with her strap?”
You moaned at the sting in your scalp. “Yes, Daddy!”
“Do you think she’s earned it, Cupcake?” Vi taunted.
Cait continued running the tip of her strap up your slit, trying not to give away how badly she longed to sink into your soaking pussy. “I think we can give it to her. Take a deep breath, baby…”
Vi whispered in your ear, “Take it like a good girl.”
Hours later, after endless pleasure, you curled up between your girlfriends, completely boneless. Cait held you tightly against her naked body as she lay on her back, her hand stroking your hip. Vi cuddled up against your back, nuzzling your hair that now matched hers.
All was well… All was peaceful…
Out of nowhere, she gasped loudly. “Wait! We have something for you!”
Cait’s eyes widened. “Oh goodness, yes! We completely forgot! Close your eyes, my love,” she instructed, climbing out of bed.
You blinked at the sudden change. “Um, okay?” You lifted your hands and covered your eyes, feeling them both get out of the bed.
You waited and listened as they moved around the room. It sounded like they both headed over to the walk-in wardrobe, whispering inaudibly to each other.
Was it…?
No…
Could it be…?
Surely not…
Your heart started to thump in your chest, your mind racing with a dozen possibilities, even as you wished for one in particular. Your hands shook against your face, and you gently bit your bottom lip to steady yourself.
You had no idea what they were getting, you told yourself. As Mel would say, ‘calm the fuck down’.
You felt the mattress dip both sides of you.
“Eyes closed, darling. Sit up for us.”
You kept one hand over your eyes as you used the other to help get yourself into a seated position on the mattress, Cait’s soft hands helping you move.
“Keep ‘em closed, baby,” Vi encouraged as she took your hand away from your eyes, holding your hand tenderly.
Cait took your other hand, pressing a kiss to the back.
Your eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Was this…?
Cait spoke gently. “Y/N…”
You burst into tears, staying as quiet as you could.
Cait reached out and wiped away some tears from your cheek. “Don’t cry, darling.”
“I’m okay,” you squeaked out through juddering sobs.
“Do you want us to stop?” Vi asked.
“No! No, don’t! I…” you sniffled loudly. “I’m okay. I can do it!”
They both chuckled softly, placing gentle kisses to your cheek and hand.
“Y/N L/N,” Vi started, then trailed off. “… Fuck, I forgot what I practiced.”
“Vi!” you and Cait both laughed.
Cait squeezed and kissed your hand again. “Alright, I’ll start this time. Y/N L/N… We… Um… Oh, dammit.”
“See!” Vi cried. “It’s not as easy as when you practice.”
“Guys, please, I’m dying,” you begged, tears still leaking from your closed eyes.
“It’s okay, darling, we’ve got it.”
Vi turned your hand over, placing a soft box in your palm. You cried harder, biting your lip whilst you tried to breathe deeply.
Cait moved your other hand to rest on top of the box. “Y/N, we love you, and we want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”
“We can’t live without you, sweetheart,” Vi vowed. “We need you. And if you say yes, we’ll spend every single fucking day proving to you that you made the right choice.”
Cait gently used your fingers to open the box.
They spoke in unison. “Y/N… Will you marry us?”
You finally opened your eyes, looking down at the open red velvet box in your palms. Sat in the cream lining was a beautiful yellow gold band, one round diamond in the middle, tiny sapphires and rubies alternating to circle the stone.
You sobbed, your chin wobbling as you swallowed down the stone in your throat. “Yes. Of course I will.”
i think its fun when people use the trope of vampires thinking that werewolves smell like shit but its especially funny to me when they say a werewolf smells like 'wet dog' . like specifically WET dog? not dry dog? something about werewolves makes them smell damper than any normal dog even if theyre dry as a bone? fascinating implications. wet werewolf vs creepy vampire. much to consider.
Sleepy and I should be nuzzling my face into your neck and smelling your scent and pulling you closer with a sigh of content as we fall asleep together
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