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Hello, you may know me from AO3 as AnyShowWithARainbow. If you know me from fanfiction dot net I am…so sorry.

I write mainly Agathario and SwanQueen these days. I am your local g!p and kink enthusiast and my writing reflects as much.

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I tripped and fell for like…more than a year, BUT I am starting the process of replying to ALL my AO3 comments. You all have kept me going for so long and every comment makes me so happy that someone cares about my silly little stories.

I’ve been missing Rules of the Game, and considering rewriting it. I’d love to know your thoughts.💜💚

rewrite + continue Rules of the Game (Agatha x Rio)

cootieverse prequel (Agathario x reader)

if u don’t revisit ur swanqueen fics i will crash out (Regina x Emma)

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For reference: rules of the game, cooties + hello sailor, thirsty (sq), i need you (sq), something about us (sq)

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Hello, Sailor! pt. 2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary:

We didn’t need that anchor anyway…right? Wait…does anyone even know how to sail this thing? OR It is the morning after you first ventured into water sports… This is the story of the day after you got curious and found out your wives are really, really thirsty for you.

A continuation of this story, which was a continuation of this prompt-fill. This is part of the Cootie-verse, but it can be read as a standalone!

Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, mostly smut, some feel good fluff, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except 1-2 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, water sports

Words: ~6.8k

A/N: *steps up to the microphone, but like one of those shitty ones you could get as a kid* Welcome aboard, sailors. Thank you for choosing to sail in the Cootie-verse. Due to the nature of sailing at sea, you will get wet. *points to a big sign on the boat that reads: "THERE IS PEE. PEE PEE PEE. THIS STORY HAS PEE. PEE IN A SEX WAY. SEX PEE." * You have been warned. (I will edit as I find things that need fixing. Pretend the mistakes are little easter eggs.)

AO3 | My Fics | original prompt | part 1

Hello, Sailor! pt. 2

Agatha and Rio can’t quite get their fill of you. You give and give, and still they want more. You have never had so much water in your entire life. 

A deliciously euphoric haze swallows the three of you- equal parts filthy and sacred. You’re suspended in catharsis, willingly bound in its hues of exhilaration and reverence.

For every ounce of desire they hold for you, you’re certain you hold ten times more for them. There is no concept of the passing of time or a world existing outside of your home. Your memory can only reference Agatha’s wet pussy lips hugging your chin, watching Rio’s cock twitch deeply in Agatha’s throat, and the soft flesh of both their breasts filling your hands and brushing against your skin.

Even rest comes easily. Naps tuck into the peaceful lulls that find you as you fall from bliss. Your body is oblivious of its efforts, any soreness morphing into a delicious flirtation of what has passed and what is yet to come.

This morning, a puppet of your routine, you sit mindlessly on the toilet. Stillness imbues your ears, your body making up more of you than your mind, until a tender hum joins you from the doorway.

“I find it hard to believe you need to pee.”

Agatha is leaning on the door frame, one of your baggy white t-shirts engulfing her. Though the fabric hangs freely, it’s caught on the peaks of her breasts, drawing your eyes to the buds hidden beneath. You sleepily chuckle.

“Force of habit, I guess.”

Satisfaction numbs your bones, indulgence warmly rekindling as Agatha gorges on the sight of you. Her smile is lazy as her teeth catch her bottom lip. A mix of pride, love, and lust pools in her blue eyes- still slightly glazed from sleep and hours upon hours of loving you and Rio.

You pass knowing giggles between you before she makes her way into the bathroom.

“Scooch,” she commands casually, barely giving you time to understand her order before she gently pushes your shoulders back.

The icy porcelain of the lid makes you hiss, stinging everywhere it bites at your skin. The harsh knock against your still slumbering consciousness can hardly rouse you before your brain goes fuzzy again. Through your static-y stupor you conclude that Agatha is working to straddle you.

She pushes at your knees, nudging them further apart, before her hands purposefully cradle your face. Her fingers- her gorgeous, sexy fingers that have been kissed with freckles and worshipped by time- are as fucking icy as the seat against your back. Your instinctive jerk loses motivation as her nails begin to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin behind your ears where your head meets your neck. As easily and as certainly breathing, you suddenly don’t mind the ten icicles attached to your wife.

Her ministrations blur together as you cradle her cool fingers in your own, hoping to warm them. She lifts your gaze to marry her own and sinks into your lap.

“Wha-“

“Shh, bunny,” Agatha hushes as she softly claims your lips.

Her lips are casually hungry, too lazy to fully swallow you whole, but eager enough to kindle a flame from the still glowing embers deep within your belly.  

Her left hand slips from your hold and works itself between your bodies. She playfully pinches your clit, cool fingers jolting your warm, hidden head to life. Your heart beat thrums in your ears, thudding like it’s chasing her hand as it leaves your livening bud. Nimble, knowing fingers graze your pubic hair, her efforts tickling you before she uses them to fully spread her own lips.

You wrap your arms around her as she takes a deep breath, your hands mindlessly snaking up the back of her (your) shirt. One hand stops to support her at the small of her back, the other continues up to knead the flesh between and around her shoulder blades.

You buzz in anticipation, a perfect harmony to the hazy, sleepy blur of early morning that cocoons you both. Through the thick fog that blankets your thoughts, you try your best to memorize the shape of her face, content in bliss, with lips barely pursed and eyes gently closed.

A low hum of satisfaction comes from Agatha’s chest, cradling you in its invitation, before you feel it:

A gentle trickle, a light lazy stream, dances over your, now intensely throbbing, clit.

Agatha’s body rocks backwards and you work to support her weight, taking too long to realize the rock was a result of your hips humping into the air, clambering for more friction. Her resulting giggle should embarrass you, but instead you’re a puddle of confused desperation.

Agatha, your gorgeous, sexy, headstrong, bombshell of a wife is peeing right over your clit. Her hot stream envelopes you right where you need her the most. Is her clit not begging to meet yours, too?

The thought of her slick pussy lips enveloping yours, her cunt raining onto your own, draws a pitiful, needy noise from you.

“Someone’s eager this morning,” Agatha mumbles the low tease through the thickness of her sleep-laced voice.

You pull her hips closer to you, mashing her pussy into yours. Your groan is immediate- the warmth of her trickle spreading all over you causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Her stream pools before it runs down the crevices where your center meets your thighs, down your outer lips, where it eventually flows off your ass.

Her thighs are taut with restraint, control barely taming desire, as her gasp mixes with a low moan to create a sound you let sear into your brain. You’ll be keen to listen to it on repeat until the end of time.

You’ll never get used to this, and you hate that you didn’t entertain the thought of sharing this with your wives sooner.

“Mommy, I need you,” is all you can say before a hungry, greedy tongue seeks refuge against your own.

————

A day full of refilled water glasses and lingering touches has led you to where you are now: trembling against Agatha’s body on your bed.

Agatha had clearly grown impatient. She matter-of-factly wrestled you onto the bed, ready to take her fill, when your playful protests were snuffed out almost immediately. A lone whimper replaced them at the sight before you:

Rio emerging from the bathroom, lazily and mindlessly squeezing her soft cock over her briefs. 

Your whimper catches her attention, not expecting to see you and Agatha wrestling on the bed, and she seems delighted at the sight.

She is glowing from her night well spent, her limbs loose from the freedom of deliciously filthy sex. Her eyes are a bit puffy underneath, and if the lack of sleep wears on her body, it certainly doesn’t wear on her soul. Still, you wonder if the late hours affect her more than she shows.

Her presence turns your attention on its axis so hard that you stutter, allowing Agatha to maneuver you to her liking. She sits propped against the headboard with your back leaning against her front.

Rio’s gaze is hued in mischief. Her hunger is languid and unhurried, full of certainty that intimacy and pleasure with you is an inexhaustible resource. You let her eyes consume you, deeply desperate for the way they claim and exalt you.

You are hopelessly hers.

Full of fuzzy and familiar tingles, intimacy swallows and suspends you. The lazy peacefulness of your night-turned-day lingers, a cloud of lust joining to warmly lap at your skin.

“Hush now, bunny.” Rio commands you, “I know you’re excited, but Daddy needs you to be good. Can you do that for me?”

You nod dumbly, pathetic and feeble in your desire.

“Answer her,” Agatha lazily growls into your ear before her teeth tug at your ear lobe.

Shit. 

You know better. Rio lets you get away with nonverbal responses on occasion, but Agatha has less patience for lessons unlearned. 

At least, you normally know better. 

At the moment your thoughts are smudging and lumping together. It’s hard to know anything with Agatha’s lips languidly claiming your neck from behind. Two needy, hard nipples dig into your back and your chest threatens to collapse under the weight of your need. You’d do anything to feel the valleys of the pale, pink buds against your tongue.

Agatha’s fingers harshly grip your chin and force your gaze to lock with Rio’s. You can’t discern whether it’s an encouragement or a threat. If you’re lucky, it’ll be both.

“Answer. Her.” Agatha husks, her voice just under a tone that tickles your ear drums.

She’s toying with you- a lioness playing with her meal like she isn’t about to irreparably ruin you.

“Listen to your Mommy, conejito,” Rio soothes before she points a knowing smirk towards Agatha, “You know I can’t control her when she’s angry.”

Agatha’s chuckle is unthreatened, but pointedly clear as she now toys with Rio. She uses both hands to scratch down the front of your body, easily pivoting from toying with her prey to boasting the fruit of her hunt. In an act of pure pride, she spreads your legs wide. 

As if Rio hasn’t seen your cunt enough for ten lifetimes, she immediately shifts her full focus to your center. Satisfaction tingles up your thighs when her cock twitches at the sight.

“Surely Daddy doesn’t think she controls me under other circumstances?” 

Agatha’s tone borders on playful, but you feel the rumbling of a growl stirring in her chest. The tension in the air hangs thick. You don’t need to see Agatha’s glare to know it’s dangerous. Just like you’d know Rio’s smirk is an act of bravery even if you couldn’t see the shape of it taunting Agatha.

Your cunt throbs at the growing energy between them- the air teetering between an all consuming clarity and heated chaos.

As much as you want to, you can’t let them demolish each other. Not yet. You would like one, or both, of them in one piece for what you know is coming next. Desperate to quail the growing ache in your belly, you hurriedly blurt through the tension:

“Yes, daddy!” you call for Rio’s attention, “I can be good.”

There’s a brief delay- a pause as Agatha and Rio study each other. You float amidst their silent communication, finding comfort in the ease of which they gauge if shifting their attention from each other would be considered surrender. The tension that is consuming all the oxygen in the room suddenly dissipates, and you know you’ve won.

“I know you can, bunny,” Rio softens in the reflection of your devotion, “Daddy just needs you to show me.”

Her cock strains against the front of her briefs, angry for release from its confines. She grips it once firmly before hooking her thumbs under her waistband and pushing the offending fabric down her hips. At the first sign of the dark, closely cropped tuft of hair peeking out, you move to help- eager to have your nose buried in it with her cock invading the back of your throat.

Agatha thwarts your efforts by grabbing you by the hips and yanking you back down against her. 

“Mommy isn’t so sure. Our little bunny has been so slutty today,” she muses like you aren’t even in the room, “Terribly sexy, but good? I’m not convinced.”

“What?!” you protest desperately, “No, I promise Mommy. I’ll be good!”

Her breath falls on your ear before she gives the softest ‘hmm?’ She routinely checks on you this way. Nothing to break the moment, but a breath just to ground you. You find one of her hands that still rests on your hips and tap once for ‘yes’. That’s all it takes.

Her nails dig into your hips as she chuckles lowly. The sound is full of gravel, her following husk made of grit:

“Prove it.”

You can do that.

You reach for Rio’s cock, eager to please and desperate to prove yourself. Your body is humming and painfully begging to be under their attention. Whatever request their will holds you are more than ready to satisfy. You truly don’t need much. Just for them to destroy you.

“Ah!” Agatha chastises before collecting and pinning your hands behind you, tucking them between both of your bodies.

Shitttttttt. 

She already warned you once, and you had been completely oblivious. You aren’t intentionally riling her up, but you are on the precipice of fucking around and finding out. Your own warnings fire off like booming thunder in your mind, but your body is determined to get you into trouble.

Agatha’s normally coarse pubic hair feels pillowy and soft… So you tangle your fingers through it. You tighten your grip, rooting yourself to her in one last desperate attempt to ground yourself before you are sexually drop kicked into oblivion.

Agatha’s hum of approval is delicious- full of need, loathing, and desire.

“See, Daddy? If our little bunny was good they’d know to keep their hands to themselves.”

Her words are fierce, but somehow they hit you like water gently lapping against rocks on the shore. Still, through your dulled understanding of them you vaguely understand that you resent that. 

Perhaps that is why you move to pinch Agatha’s clit. Or perhaps you just need to feel her. Whatever your motive, it loses steam as you fail to gain any real traction. She is so wet that your fingers slip off of her and through her swollen, smoldering lips. 

She hisses, but recovers quickly.

“We clearly have an insatiable little slut on our hands.”

Agatha’s tone is more dangerous than you’ve heard in ages, but you both feel her rut into your hand. One of her hands stays to keep yours pinned, the other wraps firmly around your throat, each finger asserting its claim over you.

“I don’t think Daddy knows how to handle you, bunny. I think it’s high past time Mommy stepped in to give you a lesson on how to behave.” Her chuckle is honed with threat, “But more importantly...what happens when you don’t.”

She releases your hands, but you quickly realize freedom isn’t a gift you’ve earned yet as a firm, purposeful hand presses into your lower belly. You begin to understand the reality of the situation you are in:

You are fully at Agatha’s mercy, and she intends for you to remember that you always are.

Pressure digs deeply into your hips, down to the bone, rooting you to the spot. The numerous glasses of water you downed throughout the morning catch up with you all at once. Your muscles coil and squeal with desperation, and you go rigid in your efforts to control yourself.

Having to hold it in when you needed to pee yesterday is nothing compared to the weight ballooning within you. You can’t remember the last time you had to pee this bad. Really, you don’t think you’ve ever had to pee this bad. The purposeful pressure of Agatha’s hand threatens to make you burst at every seam in your body.

You clench and clench, hungry to retain the last shred of control you have. Your cheeks burn so deeply that you are certain you’re colored ten shades of purple. Hollow scraping invades your mind, the noise of your teeth gritting against each other pounding against your determination before you instead bite into your cheek.

You can hold it. You can hold it. You can...

Agatha pushes into your belly even deeper, wiggling her fingers before her hand finally meets resistance as it begins digging into your pubic bone. You are powerless over the small spurt of liquid that gushes out of you before you clamp down hard enough to keep your dam in place. 

A long, exaggerated gasp mocks you from behind.

“Look at that...” Agatha muses, her taunt biting deeply into your resolve, “Our little bunny had an accident, Daddy.”

You feel everything- your pores puckering as sweat begins to bead on your forehead, each strand of your straining muscles twisting into something far too taut, the hair on your arms standing at attention to meet their coos. You exude such effort that your legs threaten to cramp. As you squirm to avoid these cramps, which only makes the pressure worse, Rio tuts.

“Oh, bunny...” she mock pouts, “That’s okay. It’s hard for little ones like you to hold it, hmm?”

Embarrassment claws down your neck, through your shoulders, and right to where you strain to contain what your body so desperately needs to release. The thrum of your pulse threatens to burst through your neck as you clench your jaw so tightly your teeth click and lock into place. 

“There’s no need to hurt yourself, baby,” Agatha coos, “That’s Mommy’s job.”

Your shiver tickles you both, and you force your focus directly to your aching pelvis. You can hold it. You will hold it.

The surrounding shuffling, the soft words being exchanged about a strapon, all of it eludes you until you hear a click.

A faint buzz prefaces a determined breeze jolts you as the tower fan at the foot of your bed whirs to life, sealing your fate. You fail in your efforts to close your legs, to conceal your most sensitive area, but Agatha holds them open. She firmly locks her ankles over yours, and you feel detached from the noise that escapes you.

You try to set an example for your bladder by holding your breath, willing your muscles to contain what is so close to bursting out.

You can hold it. You can…

“I can’t hold it,” your plea tumbles from you in a desperate exhalation, “Mommy, please…”

“You can, sweetheart,” she soothes, “and you will.”

Her fingers feel warmer, now, against the constant barrage of cold air. It does little to help as she kneads at your cunt, pulling your lips up and back to expose your clit. The air stings and bites against you.

“No, Mommy-”

“Shh, breathe, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

She taps lightly against your clit and you keen. Pleasure clashes with the sharp coiling of your stomach flipping and your body begins to revolt. Your mouth is watering. Protesting chills freckle your skin in areas you’ve never felt before. You claw into Agatha’s thighs so you don’t implode.

“If you need to take it out on Mommy, that’s okay, but you have to hold it, baby.” Her tone is gentler, soothing and firm without any performative malice: “You can do it, love. I know you can.”

You unscrew your eyes to find that Rio is gone, leaving an interlude that softens Agatha. You take a risk.

“Let me give it to you, Mommy. If we do it now, it's all for you.”

Her chuckle rumbles and rolls straight to your heart. Though it soars, you know you’ve lost.

“Nice try, bunny. Just hold tight. You told Daddy you’d be good for her, yes?”

She doesn’t acknowledge your grunt. Instead, she whispers right into your ear:

“She’s thirsty for you.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

“That’s some strong language, bunny. She wants you to potty in her mouth, not for you to be a potty mouth.”

“You want to fucking kill me.”

Her chuckle is rolling thunder, soothing, yet still reminding you that caution is necessary lest you get swallowed whole by the storm.

“Kill you? No… Demolish you? Perhaps.”

Between the persistent breeze against your aching center and Agatha’s coy teasing, you’re truly only certain of one thing:

“I’m gonna fucking pee all over the bed,” you whine, fussy and petulant in the shallow pool that once held your autonomy and control.

“You will,” Rio casually confirms as she saunters back into the bedroom, “but not until we give you permission.”

You’ll deny your actions are purposeful if they ever ask, but you’re a puppet of your desperation and Rio looks weak at the sight of you and Agatha… 

You strike.

“Daddy, please… I’ll do anything.”

You’re giving your best puppy dog eyes, putting on a show of looking pitiful and needy. (Which doesn’t take much effort.) She gives you a knowing smirk, seeing through your ploy easily, and pats you on the head.

“I’m counting on it, conejito,” she agrees before directing, “Everybody up!”

You roll your eyes, to which Agatha swats you for as she pokes at you to move out of the bed.

“Behave,” she warns, whispering to you as she stands, “Daddy’s nicer than me. Next time I’ll punish you.”

She takes her strap from Rio before speaking much louder:

“Understood?”

You start to nod before your self-preservation skills whir to life.

“Yes!” 

Agatha’s eyebrow barely raises, unsatisfied with your response. You kick yourself before adding:

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good, baby,” she dotes, her kiss to your cheek contrasting with the danger lurking in her tone.

She takes her strap from Rio and situates it.

Along with the purple strap, your favorite of Agatha’s collection, Rio bears a handful of towels and a…

“Is that a changing pad?”

Rio sets the towels on the bed, blanketing the changing mat on top. 

“It’s cute, yeah?” Rio offers, winking as heat (surely permanently) stains your cheeks.

You fuss with your fingers as you subtly assess the little otters that decorate the mat. It matches your favorite onesie.

Obviously it's cute… In a completely objective way. Sure, you saw a picture of it online once or twice. Never for long, though. Only briefly when you furiously scrolled past the diapers. You never purposefully looked for anything like that. You just had to wade through it sometimes to find cute onesies and pajamas.

Agatha and Rio are never shy about caring for you. Truly, you hadn’t realized how many of your tendencies fell into the category of ‘little space’. At first, having a word and concept for when you feel small- whether it's deeply carefree or meek and overwhelmingly vulnerable- felt daunting. Slowly but surely, Agatha and Rio built such a fundamental, unwavering safety for you that you now feel weightless under their attention.

Still, the three of you have never discussed anything that would call for a changing pad. Given the revelation of yesterday and the subsequent activities, it certainly isn’t far-fetched, but it still feels… 

Any useful words you know are jumping out of your brain’s emergency exits. Really, your mind is rushing to ready your defenses, one thing screaming through the noise:

“Is that necessary?” You inquire, unable to stifle the piece of you that suddenly aches to be held.

Two arms become available right as you need them, and you easily sink into Rio’s embrace. Her lips meet your forehead and she lightly scratches your back, working to unwind the tenseness that stiffens your muscles.

“Maybe not,” she offers, predictably warm and amicable, “but even big bunnies can enjoy a little playtime, yes?”

Something suddenly has your tongue, and you stutter, completely unable to give a response.

“It’s like three times as absorbent as the towels, conejito,” Rio offers, quick to concede in the face of your worries, “I can put it under the towels if you prefer?”

The faint noises of Agatha situating her strap fade. Agatha now stands behind you, a coy gasp sending tingles down the side of your neck.

“Am I hearing that someone doesn’t want to play with Mommy and Daddy?”

From your place in Rio’s arms, Agatha wraps her arms around you from behind. Her strap pokes at where your cheeks meet your thighs. It's deliciously close to where you’re aching for her, but not close enough. 

“It’s just a mat, baby.” She rocks her hips, your thighs, wet in your need, easily accommodate the girth of her strap. “Don’t worry, you’ll be remaining naked. I need to be able to use your little cunt anytime I want, hmm?”

Between her slick length, the heat of Rio’s cock, and the absoluteness of being wedged between their two bodies- you’re sufficiently drunk. Completely in tune with her words, you easily comply when she commands:

“Get on the bed, on your back, head towards the headboard.”

Rio stands smug, pleased at the display of docility. Her smirk morphs into confusion when Agatha nods towards the bed.

“Rio, on the bed, head towards me.” She quips.

“Wha-“

“Bed. Now.”

Rio’s throat visibly swells with a swallow that looks like a demanding task. Agatha always has a commanding presence, but with a cock between her legs she’s even harder to challenge. Annoyance melds into anticipation and Rio joins you in compliance.

Agatha grabs a pillow and offers it to Rio, poking and prodding at you both until yours and Rio’s asses are brushing against each other, your legs resting over top of Rio’s. 

Thick, bobbing purple hypnotizes you. You hardly register that Agatha is climbing on top of Rio until she tuts- admonishing you while smirking in the way only a worshipped woman can.

“My eyes are up here, baby. Do you see something you want?”

She never breaks eye contact and remains facing in your direction, straddling Rio in reverse cowgirl. This is likely why she misses Rio’s hands shooting to grasp her hips. With a devilish smirk, she swats Rio’s hands away.

“Good boys ask before grabbing,” she muses while hovering over Rio’s cock.

“Can I touch you?” 

“No.”

Rio growls in frustration before the throaty noise morphs into a moan as Agatha sinks onto her cock. Your mouth floods- a sign of your body demanding attention, as you fixate on the way Agatha’s wet, swollen cunt engulfs Rio so easily.

After a few minutes, which were likely just a few seconds, Agatha’s dark curls camouflage Rio’s balls. Rio’s legs twitch beneath yours and Agatha lets a chuckle roll from somewhere deep in her belly. 

Can she see your clit twitch? 

You work to flex your muscles, hoping to beckon her lips to wrap themselves around you.

As Agatha begins to ride Rio, the bobbing of her strap once again entrances you. She lazily, purposefully, traces up the insides of your thighs. Feathery touches lift you to float in the air, dull scratches following to slam you back into the earth. She alternates these so skillfully that you almost forget you have to pee- the throbbing of your cunt echoing the whooshing in your ears. 

Almost.

Lewd squelching thickens the air, just one of the filthy and delicious noises of her cunt swallowing Rio’s cock. Lithe fingers toy with your pussy lips, exploring the slick consuming them, when you mumble:

“Mommy…I can’t.”

Her eyes flick to yours. Blue eyes hone into you so purely that your skin prickles, feeling as though they are boring into your soul for the very first time.

“Can’t what, bunny?” she asks coyly, grabbing Rio’s hands and making a show of guiding them to her hips, moaning at the hungry fingers that dig into her skin.

“Hold it!”

“Hold what, sweetheart?”

“IT!” You gesture broadly towards your crotch, before leaving no room for misinterpretation, “My peeeeeeee. Mommy, please.”

She gasps in mock shock.

“That’s right… You did tell Mommy you needed to pee, didn’t you?”

She’s now fondling her own tits, her hips performing a deliciously hypnotic dance as she grinds down onto Rio’s cock. One hand shifts focus, ghosting over your clit and causing you to jolt. Protests die before they make it to your lips, your brain short circuiting as she uses both hands to seize your hips. Her nails retreat from your skin to brush her palms along the lines of your groin, right at the top of your hips.

The air you almost choke on seems nearly damp. Her hands come together at your lower stomach, just above your mound, and you know you’re cooked.

“That’s too bad, bunny. You’re busy playing with Mommy and Daddy.”

Leaning forward, she puts all of her weight on her hands, digging into your bladder and almost causing you to burst at the seams. You can no longer hear the noises of her riding Rio, the pressure digging into your core bringing tears to your eyes as you deny your release.

You’re a mess of kicks and wiggles as your teeth scratch against each other like chalk on a chalkboard.

“Daddy, can you hold bunny’s ankles, please?”

You don’t feel it, but know she must have since your movements are now stifled.

“That’s better,” Agatha’s voice is victorious, “God, you’re both so much fucking sexier when all you can do is whimper instead of mouthing off.”

Time zaps into nothing. You are only vaguely aware of Agatha’s fingers entering and exiting you, using your wetness to jerk her strap. You’ve floated away, a deep, painful pressure the only thing rooting you to this plane of existence. Maybe Agatha starts fingering you, just enough to start jerking her strap and getting it wet.

The pressure momentarily subsides before a hand presses at the sides of your throat, regaining some of your attention.

“You’re going to hold it. You’re going to control your needy little cunt, then you’re going to let Mommy fuck all the piss out of you, yes?”

“Agatha,” Rio sounds desperate and pained, “let up or I’m going to cum.”

Agatha sighs, as if being inconvenienced, though she doesn’t seem to mind as she moves off of Rio to line herself up with your entrance.

“Go on, Daddy. Give bunny a taste. Just a little one.”

Movement stirs the bed until Rio is crouching next to your head.

“Can you take me, baby?” You nod and her smile is full of pride. “Of course you can. Open up for me, love.”

Your jaw questions you as you stretch it beyond its normal constraints. Before you can blink, Rio’s cock is working itself down your throat. The intrusion is delicious, sending your eyes to the back of your head as each vein that lines the bottom of her cock scrapes over your tongue.

Her girth begins to split your throat open, and you test your breathing with a big inhale through your nose. She doesn’t hilt herself fully, which piques your curiosity.

That’s odd…

“Okay, fuck, bunny. Here it comes. Be good for me, yeah? I’ll just give you a little.”

In your stupor, you don’t understand what she means until the curve of her cock jabs upwards before falling back into place as a hot, gentle trickle begins to fill your throat.

Your instinct tells you to panic, alerting you that you’re going to drown. You focus all of your energy on willing your muscles to relax as you give your first swallow. Through blurry vision, you see Rio succumb and betray her restraint.

Grunting, she nudges only marginally further into your throat, the real shift coming from her steady trickle bursting into a demanding, forceful stream. Your cunt clenches at a painful nothingness, hoping to somehow vacuum Agatha in. Molten lava courses against your throat, and you do your best to swallow it all. Despite your best efforts, it pools in your mouth before dribbling down your cheeks and chin.

“That’s enough,” Agatha commands, pulling at Rio’s elbow, “Save some for later.”

In a heaping show of strength and compliance, Rio cuts her stream off, her cock angrily twitching and giving you a few more drops.

“So good for Mommy and Daddy, bunny. Are you ready for Mommy to fuck you now, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t give you the chance to answer before she forcefully bottoms out in record time, hitting depths you forgot you even had.

Rio snuffs out your moan before it fully leaves your chest as she begins shallowly thrusting into your mouth. If she gave you the chance to speak, you’d tell her she could go deeper. That you need her to go deeper.

Tears sting your eyes at the deliciously unbearable sting of the pleasure of being full mixing with the pain of needing to let go.

You mumble pleas around Rio’s cock, and Agatha seems satisfied that they are unintelligible.

“Poor baby,” She leans her weight right above your mound again, “Do you still need to pee?”

After a few more thrusts that you feel in your gut, Agatha gathers your legs before leaning down to lay on top of you, folding you in the process. You only momentarily impress yourself by how close your knees are to your ears before she’s husking in your ear:

“You should’ve said so. There’s no need to be embarrassed, bunny.”

Rio pulls out of your mouth stumbling in her shuffle back to lean on her heels. She moves to kneel at the foot of the bed, hoping to get a good seat for the show.

You grab at her shoulders, her tits, wherever your hands can find purchase. You’re nearly numb in your need to explode.

“Please, Mommy. It hurts.”

“Shh, I know, baby. Cum for Mommy and you can let go, hmm? Cum for me and piss all over my cock.”

She slides a hand between your bodies to paw at your clit. It’s so slippery that she can only broadly stroke and hope it's consistent enough to bring you to your release.

You aren’t sure that you’ll be able to cum, but when she bottoms out on an extra deep thrust, she stays buried in you to offer shallow, rough strokes. One moment, you’re present, and the next you’ve been slingshot into the sun.

You cum with screams and croaks, your piss bursting from you against your will. Relief blankets over your body and melts your bones. You’re lost in euphoria when you feel wet warmth pooling between yours and Agatha’s bodies. You don’t even mind. In fact, the result of letting yourself go is oddly comforting.You are deflating, one fluid ounce at a time, and when Agatha pulls out you whine at the emptiness.

Agatha, far from her dominance shown only moments ago, coos:

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s gonna fill you up now.”

Agatha climbs off of you, what still streams out of you decorating her stomach in droplets, and Rio grips your hips to flip you over. She pulls you onto your hands and knees with little effort, causing you to clamp down. Once you’re set in place, you unclench, renewing a gentle trickle to flow from you.

Rio eagerly dives in, spreading your cheeks to lap at you from your clit to your ass. Agatha settles under you, her head beneath your cunt, and your lips now dangerously close to hers. You are being rung out like a wet towel- Rio slurping some of you, and Agatha greedily waiting for the rest.

Once your tap has run dry, Rio wastes no time in entering you. Her cock is slightly girthier than Agatha’s strap, deceptively equal in length with an upward curve. You expect her to take off like a race horse, but once she stuffs most of the way into you, she stills.

“Ready to take the rest of Daddy’s piss, bunny? Just relax. I’m going to fill you up then you’re going to give it to Mommy.”

As if to punctuate her sentence, hot liquid begins to pool inside of you. You stifle your groans, mindlessly burning yourself into Agatha’s cunt. You aren’t sure how long she fills you, but you do feel dribbles down the inside of your thighs.

She grips your shoulders, yanking you away from Agatha.

“I’m going to pull out now. Tell Mommy what you’re about to give her.”

“Fuck, I–”

Smack. She sternly slaps your ass, enough to sting and sufficiently chastise you.

“I’m so full of Daddy’s piss, Mommy. I’m gonna give it all to you…”

Heavy splatters follow Agatha’s throaty groan as Rio pulls out. Each time you clench a splatter follows. Each one has less and less to offer. You peak between your and Agatha’s bodies to see Rio briefly dip her cock into Agatha’s mouth. As she attempts to pull out, Agatha follows her, so much so that the curve of Rio’s cock bulges her throat. 

Rio sinks into the wanton throat and when you turn your attention back to Agatha’s cunt, you see fresh wetness leaking from her center.

Aching to taste her, you let your tongue explore her silky heat. As Rio works her throat and you work her cunt, you both have her twitching. Eventually, Rio’s thrusts stutter and you climb off of Agatha just in time to see Rio completely bottom out into her throat to shoot rope after rope of cum where her cock nestles. With each rope you see a subtle twitch of her cock, which you know likely does not feel subtle to Agatha.

Rio fully withdraws, slick and saliva stringing between her cock, balls, and Agatha’s lips.

As Agatha gasps for air, she readjusts to lay on the pillows, dragging you both down and pushing you to settle between her legs. Rio’s face is still wet with your slick and her lips compel you to taste yourself on them. Your tongues lazily hand off control, hers invading your mouth and then vice versa. There is something…tangier? Saltier? About your taste.

You melt into a confusing, but very aroused, puddle of mush when you realize you can taste your own piss on Rio’s tongue.

“Come on, you two. Ready to take Mommy’s piss?”

Agatha gently guides both of your heads to her center, coaxing you into eating her out. You both do so with desperate vigor. Yours and Rio’s tongues flit past each other, occasionally nudging into each other. After a brief battle over who gets to such her clit, Rio yields and you both begin to suckle the bud in tandem. 

As your tongues lavish over, through, and inside of Agatha, her moans become needy and demanding.

“Okay, fuck, here it comes. Don’t waste it.”

You’re lost in a flurry of molten kisses, noises of Agatha filling your mouths, audible swallows, and a persistent stream begging for your attention. Agatha rains over you both, and you decide she is your new favorite fountain. Eventually, she gushes from an orgasm and the three of you fall into a spent heap of limbs and wetness.

“That was…” Rio trails off.

“Yeah…” you and Agatha agree in tandem.

You have no energy left to expend, not even opening your eyes as you ask:

“When did you all get this changing mat?”

When met with silence, you pry one eye open to peek up, wondering if they both fell asleep.

They seem to be in a silent conversation with one another before noticing your eyes on them. They speak at the same time:

“Irrelevant.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sailor.”

You furrow your brow in confusion.

“Wha-” 

“Who’s hungry?” Rio, suddenly full of energy, clambers out of bed.

“STARVING,” Agatha insists as she leaps out of bed.

As they shuffle around the room, you continue to peek at them. Their avoidance doesn’t offend you, you know them both well enough to know that they seem more embarrassed than guilty. You are far too satiated to press the matter tonight.

“Come on,” Agatha extends a hand to pull you up, “Bath time, bunny.”

You, with little conviction, swat her hand away before attempting to roll over and snuggle down.

“No you don’t,” Agatha concurs in amusement as she pulls at your limp body.

You continue your lame swats in her direction before she concedes.

More accurately, before she arms herself to make you concede.

“Five…”

You stiffen.

“Four…”

You peek back over your shoulder, finding her standing tall, hands firmly planted on her hips. Looking straight into your eyes, she continues.

“Three…”

You squint, attempting to call a bluff you know isn’t there.

“Two…” she drags out, a final warning.

She intakes a breath, ready to seal your fate before you interrupt:

“FINE, fine, fine, fine. I’m getting up.”

“Aww, good bunny,” she chuckles as she swats your butt while you walk towards the restroom.

After a few minutes, everything is ready, and Agatha sinks into the steaming water first before guiding you to sit between her legs. As you rest against her, the swell of her breasts cushioning you, she contentedly sighs in your ear.

“Our little sailor…” she muses before peppering you in kisses and whispering words of admiration, pride, and devotion.

One grilled cheese, a bottle of water, and a set of fresh sheets later, Agatha wraps her arms around you and yours wrap around Rio. You drift peacefully to sleep, a smile to keep you company as you imagine what may be in store for you tomorrow.

*—*

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Locked Inside of You

Professor Harkness x FTM Reader Poll Winner - Locked In AU!

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Warnings : Locked In The Office AU / Ftm Reader he/him / Hormones / Professor Harkness / HarAss Harkness / Yearning Core / Fluffy and Sweet / Tension Building to Sweet Kisses / Cute Fic / Tooth Rotting Fluff / Leather and Doorknobs / Warm Glow and Rom Coms / 18+

“You know what, forget it, I’ll just drop the class.” You say dejectively, grabbing your black worn out blue jansport backpack and moving to the door. 

“You do that and you won’t graduate on time!” The Professor raises her voice at you and you not even your leather jacket isn’t thick enough to shield you from that truth.

You falter in step to turn back to her.

“So you won’t allow me to switch, you hate me from the last semester-“

Professor holds and hand up to your tantrum.

“I have never hated a student.” She says an air of authority about her.

You laugh rudely in her face. 

“You sure have a funny way of showing your devotion to your students!” You yell now, not caring about how petulant you are acting. 

“I’ll remind you that your in my office hours, and you can low level your voice and change that attitude real quick.” Professor Harkness face morphs to one you’ve yet to be at the end of. But had scene enough through your school year. 

“Ya know what, why don’t we skip to the end, just fail me- you know you-“

You start to yell again and then Harknesoses her own temper.

“I have never given you a grade below a B minus!” The older professor defends like you’re being a flat out moronic. 

“Yeah, except you’ve given the harshes feedback and blacklisted me from being a teachers aid to anyone here! You’ve not approved of a single internship I’ve tried for graduation! What is your problem?” You can’t believe your own insolence but you won’t stop now. 

Some people would have blamed it on a certain hormone therapy you were working through. But you wouldn’t agree, Professor Harkness had been a terror on the student body. What’s worse is that you had liked her in the beginning, and something had changed. 

The ugly voice inside of you said that it was you who had in fact changed…

That that was the reason for her coldness to you…

“You had no problem with my workload last semester, and I told you the teachers assistant position in this department was full, but I would make room for you - if you wanted to do my first years. I do not see how I’m some evil witch, it’s like I’m just missing the pointy hat with you!” Harkness breaks her normally solid composure to yell back and you just don’t want to do this anymore. 

You sigh and look down at your shoes. 

Her warm light in this old office is so inviting, you think back to before you transitioned, when you’d stumbled in here asking for a reading list, four years sure changes things. 

You push your glasses up your nose and look at her with a new confidence that, that young girl lacked. 

“I will be dropping the class, I’ll not finish if that’s what it takes. But I’m not going to be here another semester where you pick me out of a crowd just because you can.” You grind out, thinning of how often she’d called upon you with no reason. 

Harkness eyes widen a little, her lips move to say something but your twisting back and you grab the doorknob. 

It’s such bummer your such a noob, because that would have really been a great moment to storm out. 

But as you wiggle the doorknob, you’re struck with panic at this being even more awkward.

Harkness doesn’t say anything as you twist it left and right and it doesn’t budge. 

But as you use brute force you hear a pin drop in the lock. 

“Fuck - you’ve got to be kidding me.” You scorn at the metal handle. “Who even has these fancy ass hold metal doorknobs anymore, fucking pretencious piece of shit!” 

You kick the bottom of the door and Harkness takes a forced breath and then comes around to you. 

You step back and avoid eye contact. 

Harkness tries to lift the doorknob carefully but it’s no use. 

“Yeah no I know how doorknobs work.” You spit back and Harkness groans, her own panic starting to build. 

“You can’t call the janitor?” You point to the landline on her desk, walking over you lift it to hear no dial tone. You feel a new fear. 

“You’re born in the 90’s, you don’t have a cellphone on you? Isn’t your generation glued to it?” Harkness bites back, and you pull it out to show it’s absolutely dead. 

“Okay Professor, you’re not ninety, don’t you have a cellphone?” You bite back and Harkness hangs her head and puts both hands in her hair. 

“Yes I do, out in the classroom with my bag, you all but argued your way into my office hours. I didn’t grab it while we were mid argument.” Harkness round the desk to her computer, you drop your bookbag and open your laptop. 

“You’re joking, you have to have wifi in here right?” You challenge back and Harkness takes off her glasses and pinches the bridge of her nose. 

“It’ll be down until tomorrow,” she grabs the flyer for tech outages that each professor got on their desks this morning. You pinch it out of her hands to look at the times. 

“Nine am? People have class before that! I can’t be here until nine am!” Your panic only builds and the Professor eyes you carefully. 

“You don’t have some girlfriend or roommate or something that will come looking for you?” She asks, and you don’t hear the intrest in her voice, you’re too busy thinking of how you’re going to die in this fucking room. 

You’ve never yelled at anyone like you just had and now karma thought it would be super duper funny to have you sit in the mess you’d made. 

“No, no I don’t. Why don’t you have somebody at home waiting for you?” You spit back, imagining some boring guy who’s taller than you with a law degree and a kombucha project. 

“No, I live alone, well I have a rabbit but he’s got enough food for the next two days.” Harkness adds then she starts to laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“Hey don’t crack up on me, this isn’t funny!” You yell back and she shakes her head and then wipes at her eyes. 

“No, it is though. When you think about it, it’s actually hilarious.” She says and you put your laptop back in your bag, moving around her desk looking for an iphone cord. 

Only for Harkness to giggle harder, then start to snort. 

“I’m an android user.” She keeps laughing and you’re struck for the millionth time with the thought that Professor Harkness is gorgeous. 

You awkwardly go back to her expensive looking leather sofa. 

Sitting down on it you don’t say a word, and then Professor Harkness stops laughing all together.

“What are you doing?” She arches an eyebrow now. 

“Well I’m not spiderman so I can’t crawl through the vent.” You snarl back and that shuts your professor up. 

First Hour

It’s dead silent, you end up laying on her sofa, your feet over the edge of leather. 

You pull out a book and start reading it, not wanting to sit in uncomfortable silence. 

But Harkness is sitting at her desk, grading papers the old fashion way with a red marker. 

But she keeps looking up at you like she wants to say something, then stops herself. 

“Fuck, what is it?” You finally say putting the book on your chest. 

The office had no windows, you only could tell that time was passing by the old dark academy looking clock in her dark wooden office. 

But god you couldn’t concentrate on your book at all. 

“You really think I hate you?” Harkness asks, you twist to stare at her, wondering when she’d ever looked this soft. 

Blush worn from the day, her black turtleneck and glasses just made her look so…no - you wouldn’t go there. 

“Let’s just not talk, okay? As soon as we get someone to help us, I’m not your problem anymore.” You lift your book back up and miss the small flinch in those dark eyebrows of the older woman. 

You read maybe two lines before she interrupts again, not bothering capping her red pen as she ignores her work. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sandwich in that bag of yours? Greek salad and a shirley temple?” The professor breaks the silence to ask. 

You don’t react for a second, before you sit up, tossing your legs to the ground to open your backpack. 

You open the loud war torned zipper and your Testosterone bottle accidentally stumbles out, moving under her desk. 

“Shit,” you curse, but the professor is already pushing her chair back and bending down to grab the little glass vile. 

She looks at it with interest before handing it back to you.

“You don’t carry the needles around do you? Do you need an injection soon?” She asked as though you would magically transform back if you didn’t get it right now. You laughed a little at her.

“I’ll be okay, unless no one breaks us out for two weeks, then we’re gonna have to get creative.” You joke, forgetting you hated the older woman, as you dropped it back into your bag then riffled around in your disorganized bag. 

“Men,” Harkness smirks seeing how you had no folders for your papers. You don’t hear her, as you reach in and pull out a protein bar and a packet of gushers. 

“Your choice,” you offered them both and she eyed the gushers like they’d personally offended her. 

“How old are these?” Harkness asks and you glare at her. 

“Oh I’m sorry, and what did you bring to the picnic?” You can’t believe that Harkness actually shrugs and picks up the protein bar. 

Opening the package and snapping it in half and handing it to you first. 

You don’t understand until she explains. 

“Dinnner, that’ll be dessert. Or breakfast depending on how long we’re going to be locked in here.” She says simply and you take the other half. 

You lay back down, nibbling on your dinner and not looking back at the wicked professor. 

Who for sure didn’t look adorable while taking off her heels and sitting back at her desk. 

Hour three 

You were dying, it was fucking sweltering in her office. The sweat was trickling down your back and you were trying to ignore it with your book. 

But when Harkness stands up and lifts her turtleneck up off her body your eyes snap over at the show. 

The little bit of skin showing from her stomach as she takes off the black thick material. 

Only for her to pull down a white t shirt she’d worn underneath. 

You don’t look at her breasts, you wouldn’t do that, you look at your book with intensity. 

“You can take off your shoes and jacket, you must be boiling in it.” Harkness tells you, like an adult who can stand being in a room with someone who was rude to her. 

Not like you, who was in fact boiling from the inside out because of all the tension. 

“I’m fine.” You say back, but your voice waivers just enough. 

“Suit yourself.” Harkness say back a little quieter then before. Almost miffed at you, but she’s not her usual brutal self. 

You swallow then set the book down, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Have you gotten to the good stuff yet?” Professor asks and you turn and can’t help but smile. 

“You read smutty novels?” You say too excited at such a fun fact. 

“That’s the third of the series, you aren’t even to the good stuff yet.” Harkness answers and caps her red pen and flips an essay over. 

“Wow, who would have thought, Professor Hardass!” You laugh and the older womans face drops. 

You regret it immediately, the way her shoulders stiffen and her expression turns icy. 

You are a little ashamed you’ve done this to her. 

You both are quiet again. 

Hour Five

You stand up abruptly and take off your leather jacket, embarrassed that you were wearing a tank top underneath it. But whatever, it’s a crop too, just to your belt line. It’s one of those old school punk bands that you’d made the cuts too. 

You sit back down and push off both your shoes to your white socks in the space and you sigh a little. 

You miss the way the professor is staring at your muscles like a woman starved of the flesh. The way she notices the bulge in your shoulders now, not like two years ago when you’d first taken the shot. 

No, you’d been hitting the gym hard, the way your arms look a little wet from sweat doesn’t help the way Harkness feels. 

She bite her cheek and looks back at the essays, but your hands shake, she cannot possibly read it now. 

Hour Six

“You didn’t start to pick on me like that…..when…” You say out of the blue and Harkness is staring at you - waiting for you to finish it. 

“Nevermind.” You say anxiously, looking down at your hands. 

“You think I don’t enjoy you in my class because your trans?” She asks completely confused at you, your bottom lip shakes but you twist to look at her over her desk. 

“Well?” Your tone is angry, because if one thing you’d learned from Testosterone. 

Anger was easier than all of the other feelings, anger made you run faster at the gym. 

It made you less of a cry baby like your dad had always said. 

Anger was so manly….and maybe it was. 

But why did it make you feel so damn sad. 

Like you were constipated emotionally and the only emotion that was within reach was this…anger.

Your knuckles were white as you squeezed your hand hard again. Then let go, seeing how your fingers were dark red from the pressure. 

“You know I’m the one who made them change all the names on your paperwork.” Harkness said gently and you looked at her with more confusion. 

“I didn’t know that, no. I assumed but…thank you.” You respond and Harknes nods once and then licks her bottom lip. 

“I did tell them to not take you as a TA. I didn’t let anyone take you on, and…I blocked your ability to get an internship.” Harkness reasons again and your frustration turns to pain in your face and as she looks up to keep speaking she loses her nerve. 

“Why would you do that?” It’s so fucked up. Because I-I’m not worth the program or?” You gulp, your new adams apple bobs and Harkness watches it, watches the way your neck moves. 

How you needed a shave around your throat, now the sweat has the ends of the back of your hair just a little wet. 

Professor Harkness works so hard, every god damn day. 

“I-” She starts again and you scrunch your face up. 

“Let’s go back to not talking, it’s fine.”

Hour Seven

You wish you could sleep, but as Professor turns the lights down, it’s only about 5pm. There was not a chance in hell on a goodday you could sleep. 

You look over at the Professor with her dark hair, glasses on her nose, casual white t leaning back in her chair with her feet on her desk. 

A sight you never thought you’d get to see. 

But you study her as she breathes evenly, a bit of sweat dripping down to her collarbone, you try to see if you can see what color bra she’s wearing. 

She jerks her knee to scratch it and you flinch as though you’ve been caught. 

Making her eyes open, and look at you. 

Caught.

“Not tired after our big meal?” She teases and you actually hate how funny she is. 

“You didn’t like the red gusher?” You counter back and feel as though it’s coming off maybe too flirtatious. 

The Professor closes her eyes again and makes a pretend disinterested face, scrunched her nose up. 

“The blue was better,” the older woman answers as though they were fine wines you two had tasted. 

“Pretty sure that’s the blue food coloring over the red. But I promise you the red food dye has a certain buzz.” You flitter your fingers near your head and she laughs again at your joke. 

You don’t remember the last time you’d heard such a full body laugh. 

It makes you smile despite yourself. 

You both sit for a moment and you think maybe she’s trying to sleep again. 

“What do you normally do at five pm as a senior college student in this town? Besides reading vampire smut?” The Professor was definitely sounding flirtatious now, right?

“I don’t have any friends Professor. I mean, I work sometimes at an animal shelter. I made another bro friend, sometimes we go running. I like…live music. Good beer, long walks on the beach…” You smirk at the end and you don’t turn and see a similar look. 

“Wow, a leather jacket wearing softie.” Harkness teases back and you think she’s actually pretty right. 

“It’s not my jacket..I mean it is now, but it wasn’t always…” You trail off and think of a fallen friend. 

“I’m sorry.” The Professor responds, evidently you weren’t as guarded as you’d like to think. 

“Thank you.” You say for the second time in this tight space. 

You listen to her breathe for a few seconds, finding comfort in the melodious way she is in her space. 

Until your surprised by more questions. 

“Why can’t you sleep, afraid the wicked witch teacher will suck our your soul?” Harkness self depricating doesn’t feel on brand and you don’t like it. 

You can’t look her in the eyes but your man enough to apologize when you’re an asshole. So you speak it with your eyes closed, finding the safety in the dark. 

“I shouldn’t have called you that nickname…I guess I just thought if I made you the villain…I could quit all of this… i thought maybe you calling on me all the time, being such a hard professor…I don’t know.” You trail off finding your own apology actual dog shit. 

Harknesss throws you off by being far wiser than you. 

“Why are you running away? You’re so close to your degree?” It seemed like the professor was genuinely devastated by the idea. 

You keep your eyes shut so you don’t see the pity. 

“I transitioned in this town, I go into every room and I’m not…just another guy…I’m that trans guy. I guess i just thought if I could run away from it all..Maybe someone would see me, I guess that’s stupid to hear from someone liike you.” You say and then you have to turn and look at her, but you hadn’t heard her move closer to you. 

That she’d pulled the chair around and was a mere foot away from you. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize I was on the clock.” You joked seeing you laying on the sofa and her sitting up looking at you with kindness saved for a loved one. 

Not a random student with an identity problem and a vile of confidence in his backpack. 

But the way her gaze hits your bones makes the joke land flat. 

“You are so handsome, so intelligent, you have the whole world in front of you. Finish your degree, please? You worked so hard, and I-I will stop being so god damn selfish and-” 

You don’t understand and you furrow your brows at her. 

“You aren’t selfish, I mean you’re no easy A. But you-”

“I picked on you in my class, I treated you different because I was having my own…midlife crisis?” Harkness tries the word out like she’s been trying to figure it out herself. 

She looks up like she can’t figure out how to do this. 

As you watched her, you noticed how human she was now, in the heat of this tiny space, in her glasses, in this warm glow. 

“I don’t understand.” You say honestly, still not putting the pieces together. 

Your professor takes a long inhale for confidence and you wonder how someone so brilliant can be so unsure. 

“I treated you different, I punished you so it would punish myself. I’m not supposed to fall for a student, I could lose my job.” Professor says it all at once, almost like she’s a school girl again. 

Your heart was beating in your ears. 

You don’t say a word, but as you stare into her baby blue eyes you are sure this is another dirty dream. 

Those wet ones where you wake up hornier than hell, stupid hormones. 

This can’t be real. 

Professor Harkness can’t be sitting on her desk rollie chair in front of you in her barefeet and heat blush.

Telling you she….

“Fall?” You repeat the word back, like this is a vocabulary test. 

“Yes, I stopped you because if I could still see you everyday- If you were in my class…If I didn’t show favoritism, if I was hard on you - no one would know. Fuck, I had no intention of you finding out this way or-I mean.” 

You cut her off by sitting up and starting at her harder. 

“I’m trans though?” You say and you see Harkness heart break. 

“Sweet boy, I know that. Remember I’ve been here the full four years in the same classroom as you.” She smiles warmly, a look you found yourself intoxicated by. 

Was that possible, to dissolve with the curl of a womans lips like this?

“I-I don’t have a dick, you’re I mean you-” You babble like an idiot. 

You stand up and Harkness pulls her chair back a little so you can pace back and forth. 

You wipe at your forehead with your hand anxiously moving the sweat. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Harkness softness is so good you want to lick it up her thighs. 

“You don’t hate me.” You repeat feeling suddenly claustrophobic in the space. Was this how love hit people, like a mactruck to the ribs?

“No, I never did. You just, caught me off guard and I-I’ve never been-”

Your internalized transphobia sparks and you look at her with big sad eyes. 

“With a transman,” you interject but her gentleness takes the air out of your lungs. 

“With a student.” Your professor responds and your mouth makes a small ‘o’.

You feel naked in front of her now.

“But no, I’ve never been with a transman….I’ve always loved the person not the gender…” Mrs. Harkness looks at you like she’s not sure if you will combust. 

“I don’t think I understand still, what- how?” You just keep looking down at your white socks, your brain short circuting. 

Your Professor stands up and comes to face you, her fingers lift your chin, the bit of hair there soft against her. 

You are eye to eye now and she hesitates. 

“I’m going to try to teach it to you the best way I can, okay?” Her breath smells like blue gusher and something so yummy you couldn’t have possibly envisioned it when you masturbated to the idea of this. 

“Yes please Professor.” You stumble like a boy in love and her grin makes your knees buckle. 

But she moves just centimeters from your lips. 

You can feel them ghosting against yours. 

“You’re going to have to call me Agatha.” She says and you close your eyes just as her lips meet yours. 

You kiss her like it might be your last kiss. You grab at the back of her neck and she moans at the intensity of you.

But you couldn’t hold back if you wanted to, you never imagined a pretty woman would ask you to call her by her first name, you fought to be a man worth kissing. 

And now here she was, and you would’t disappoint. 

Your Professor moans again as your tongue teases at her bottom lip. She’s pushing you back so that you fall onto the leather sofa, and she’s on your lap, straddling you. 

Her stocking covered feet hanging off the side of the sofa as her knees fall to either side of your thighs. 

She sits on you and you thrust up, your clit wanitng to push against her - but it doesn’t know it lacks length. 

You kiss her open mouthed and the moan she makes this time has your body on fire. 

This was so much better than anger, or alone in your room with a vampire book.

Agatha grabs at the back of your hair and tugs so that you can’t keep devouring her. 

“Easy sweet boy, what’s your rush? We have time,” She brushes her lips against you and as you try to surge up she lifts off just a bit. It’s a promise for more than just this room and your heart swells. 

“You are too good to be true.” You say with big adoring eyes up at her. 

She laughs and kisses you gently, and you’re not sure how to love like this. 

But you’re sure that Agatha could teach you. 

Epilogue 

When the locksmith comes to unlock the door, you and Agatha are laying on the worn sofa fast asleep. You’re wearing just your boxers and she’s naked on top of you, your leather jacket draped over her lower back. 

The old man just smirks and closes the door again, leaving a key on her desk. 

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My friend has blessed us once again 🙏😩 it’s so sweet I wanna die please show it the love it deserves.

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Hello, Sailor! pt. 2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary:

We didn’t need that anchor anyway…right? Wait…does anyone even know how to sail this thing? OR It is the morning after you first ventured into water sports… This is the story of the day after you got curious and found out your wives are really, really thirsty for you.

A continuation of this story, which was a continuation of this prompt-fill. This is part of the Cootie-verse, but it can be read as a standalone!

Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, mostly smut, some feel good fluff, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except 1-2 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, water sports

Words: ~6.8k

A/N: *steps up to the microphone, but like one of those shitty ones you could get as a kid* Welcome aboard, sailors. Thank you for choosing to sail in the Cootie-verse. Due to the nature of sailing at sea, you will get wet. *points to a big sign on the boat that reads: "THERE IS PEE. PEE PEE PEE. THIS STORY HAS PEE. PEE IN A SEX WAY. SEX PEE." * You have been warned. (I will edit as I find things that need fixing. Pretend the mistakes are little easter eggs.)

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Hello, Sailor! pt. 2

Agatha and Rio can’t quite get their fill of you. You give and give, and still they want more. You have never had so much water in your entire life. 

A deliciously euphoric haze swallows the three of you- equal parts filthy and sacred. You’re suspended in catharsis, willingly bound in its hues of exhilaration and reverence.

For every ounce of desire they hold for you, you’re certain you hold ten times more for them. There is no concept of the passing of time or a world existing outside of your home. Your memory can only reference Agatha’s wet pussy lips hugging your chin, watching Rio’s cock twitch deeply in Agatha’s throat, and the soft flesh of both their breasts filling your hands and brushing against your skin.

Even rest comes easily. Naps tuck into the peaceful lulls that find you as you fall from bliss. Your body is oblivious of its efforts, any soreness morphing into a delicious flirtation of what has passed and what is yet to come.

This morning, a puppet of your routine, you sit mindlessly on the toilet. Stillness imbues your ears, your body making up more of you than your mind, until a tender hum joins you from the doorway.

“I find it hard to believe you need to pee.”

Agatha is leaning on the door frame, one of your baggy white t-shirts engulfing her. Though the fabric hangs freely, it’s caught on the peaks of her breasts, drawing your eyes to the buds hidden beneath. You sleepily chuckle.

“Force of habit, I guess.”

Satisfaction numbs your bones, indulgence warmly rekindling as Agatha gorges on the sight of you. Her smile is lazy as her teeth catch her bottom lip. A mix of pride, love, and lust pools in her blue eyes- still slightly glazed from sleep and hours upon hours of loving you and Rio.

You pass knowing giggles between you before she makes her way into the bathroom.

“Scooch,” she commands casually, barely giving you time to understand her order before she gently pushes your shoulders back.

The icy porcelain of the lid makes you hiss, stinging everywhere it bites at your skin. The harsh knock against your still slumbering consciousness can hardly rouse you before your brain goes fuzzy again. Through your static-y stupor you conclude that Agatha is working to straddle you.

She pushes at your knees, nudging them further apart, before her hands purposefully cradle your face. Her fingers- her gorgeous, sexy fingers that have been kissed with freckles and worshipped by time- are as fucking icy as the seat against your back. Your instinctive jerk loses motivation as her nails begin to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin behind your ears where your head meets your neck. As easily and as certainly breathing, you suddenly don’t mind the ten icicles attached to your wife.

Her ministrations blur together as you cradle her cool fingers in your own, hoping to warm them. She lifts your gaze to marry her own and sinks into your lap.

“Wha-“

“Shh, bunny,” Agatha hushes as she softly claims your lips.

Her lips are casually hungry, too lazy to fully swallow you whole, but eager enough to kindle a flame from the still glowing embers deep within your belly.  

Her left hand slips from your hold and works itself between your bodies. She playfully pinches your clit, cool fingers jolting your warm, hidden head to life. Your heart beat thrums in your ears, thudding like it’s chasing her hand as it leaves your livening bud. Nimble, knowing fingers graze your pubic hair, her efforts tickling you before she uses them to fully spread her own lips.

You wrap your arms around her as she takes a deep breath, your hands mindlessly snaking up the back of her (your) shirt. One hand stops to support her at the small of her back, the other continues up to knead the flesh between and around her shoulder blades.

You buzz in anticipation, a perfect harmony to the hazy, sleepy blur of early morning that cocoons you both. Through the thick fog that blankets your thoughts, you try your best to memorize the shape of her face, content in bliss, with lips barely pursed and eyes gently closed.

A low hum of satisfaction comes from Agatha’s chest, cradling you in its invitation, before you feel it:

A gentle trickle, a light lazy stream, dances over your, now intensely throbbing, clit.

Agatha’s body rocks backwards and you work to support her weight, taking too long to realize the rock was a result of your hips humping into the air, clambering for more friction. Her resulting giggle should embarrass you, but instead you’re a puddle of confused desperation.

Agatha, your gorgeous, sexy, headstrong, bombshell of a wife is peeing right over your clit. Her hot stream envelopes you right where you need her the most. Is her clit not begging to meet yours, too?

The thought of her slick pussy lips enveloping yours, her cunt raining onto your own, draws a pitiful, needy noise from you.

“Someone’s eager this morning,” Agatha mumbles the low tease through the thickness of her sleep-laced voice.

You pull her hips closer to you, mashing her pussy into yours. Your groan is immediate- the warmth of her trickle spreading all over you causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Her stream pools before it runs down the crevices where your center meets your thighs, down your outer lips, where it eventually flows off your ass.

Her thighs are taut with restraint, control barely taming desire, as her gasp mixes with a low moan to create a sound you let sear into your brain. You’ll be keen to listen to it on repeat until the end of time.

You’ll never get used to this, and you hate that you didn’t entertain the thought of sharing this with your wives sooner.

“Mommy, I need you,” is all you can say before a hungry, greedy tongue seeks refuge against your own.

————

A day full of refilled water glasses and lingering touches has led you to where you are now: trembling against Agatha’s body on your bed.

Agatha had clearly grown impatient. She matter-of-factly wrestled you onto the bed, ready to take her fill, when your playful protests were snuffed out almost immediately. A lone whimper replaced them at the sight before you:

Rio emerging from the bathroom, lazily and mindlessly squeezing her soft cock over her briefs. 

Your whimper catches her attention, not expecting to see you and Agatha wrestling on the bed, and she seems delighted at the sight.

She is glowing from her night well spent, her limbs loose from the freedom of deliciously filthy sex. Her eyes are a bit puffy underneath, and if the lack of sleep wears on her body, it certainly doesn’t wear on her soul. Still, you wonder if the late hours affect her more than she shows.

Her presence turns your attention on its axis so hard that you stutter, allowing Agatha to maneuver you to her liking. She sits propped against the headboard with your back leaning against her front.

Rio’s gaze is hued in mischief. Her hunger is languid and unhurried, full of certainty that intimacy and pleasure with you is an inexhaustible resource. You let her eyes consume you, deeply desperate for the way they claim and exalt you.

You are hopelessly hers.

Full of fuzzy and familiar tingles, intimacy swallows and suspends you. The lazy peacefulness of your night-turned-day lingers, a cloud of lust joining to warmly lap at your skin.

“Hush now, bunny.” Rio commands you, “I know you’re excited, but Daddy needs you to be good. Can you do that for me?”

You nod dumbly, pathetic and feeble in your desire.

“Answer her,” Agatha lazily growls into your ear before her teeth tug at your ear lobe.

Shit. 

You know better. Rio lets you get away with nonverbal responses on occasion, but Agatha has less patience for lessons unlearned. 

At least, you normally know better. 

At the moment your thoughts are smudging and lumping together. It’s hard to know anything with Agatha’s lips languidly claiming your neck from behind. Two needy, hard nipples dig into your back and your chest threatens to collapse under the weight of your need. You’d do anything to feel the valleys of the pale, pink buds against your tongue.

Agatha’s fingers harshly grip your chin and force your gaze to lock with Rio’s. You can’t discern whether it’s an encouragement or a threat. If you’re lucky, it’ll be both.

“Answer. Her.” Agatha husks, her voice just under a tone that tickles your ear drums.

She’s toying with you- a lioness playing with her meal like she isn’t about to irreparably ruin you.

“Listen to your Mommy, conejito,” Rio soothes before she points a knowing smirk towards Agatha, “You know I can’t control her when she’s angry.”

Agatha’s chuckle is unthreatened, but pointedly clear as she now toys with Rio. She uses both hands to scratch down the front of your body, easily pivoting from toying with her prey to boasting the fruit of her hunt. In an act of pure pride, she spreads your legs wide. 

As if Rio hasn’t seen your cunt enough for ten lifetimes, she immediately shifts her full focus to your center. Satisfaction tingles up your thighs when her cock twitches at the sight.

“Surely Daddy doesn’t think she controls me under other circumstances?” 

Agatha’s tone borders on playful, but you feel the rumbling of a growl stirring in her chest. The tension in the air hangs thick. You don’t need to see Agatha’s glare to know it’s dangerous. Just like you’d know Rio’s smirk is an act of bravery even if you couldn’t see the shape of it taunting Agatha.

Your cunt throbs at the growing energy between them- the air teetering between an all consuming clarity and heated chaos.

As much as you want to, you can’t let them demolish each other. Not yet. You would like one, or both, of them in one piece for what you know is coming next. Desperate to quail the growing ache in your belly, you hurriedly blurt through the tension:

“Yes, daddy!” you call for Rio’s attention, “I can be good.”

There’s a brief delay- a pause as Agatha and Rio study each other. You float amidst their silent communication, finding comfort in the ease of which they gauge if shifting their attention from each other would be considered surrender. The tension that is consuming all the oxygen in the room suddenly dissipates, and you know you’ve won.

“I know you can, bunny,” Rio softens in the reflection of your devotion, “Daddy just needs you to show me.”

Her cock strains against the front of her briefs, angry for release from its confines. She grips it once firmly before hooking her thumbs under her waistband and pushing the offending fabric down her hips. At the first sign of the dark, closely cropped tuft of hair peeking out, you move to help- eager to have your nose buried in it with her cock invading the back of your throat.

Agatha thwarts your efforts by grabbing you by the hips and yanking you back down against her. 

“Mommy isn’t so sure. Our little bunny has been so slutty today,” she muses like you aren’t even in the room, “Terribly sexy, but good? I’m not convinced.”

“What?!” you protest desperately, “No, I promise Mommy. I’ll be good!”

Her breath falls on your ear before she gives the softest ‘hmm?’ She routinely checks on you this way. Nothing to break the moment, but a breath just to ground you. You find one of her hands that still rests on your hips and tap once for ‘yes’. That’s all it takes.

Her nails dig into your hips as she chuckles lowly. The sound is full of gravel, her following husk made of grit:

“Prove it.”

You can do that.

You reach for Rio’s cock, eager to please and desperate to prove yourself. Your body is humming and painfully begging to be under their attention. Whatever request their will holds you are more than ready to satisfy. You truly don’t need much. Just for them to destroy you.

“Ah!” Agatha chastises before collecting and pinning your hands behind you, tucking them between both of your bodies.

Shitttttttt. 

She already warned you once, and you had been completely oblivious. You aren’t intentionally riling her up, but you are on the precipice of fucking around and finding out. Your own warnings fire off like booming thunder in your mind, but your body is determined to get you into trouble.

Agatha’s normally coarse pubic hair feels pillowy and soft… So you tangle your fingers through it. You tighten your grip, rooting yourself to her in one last desperate attempt to ground yourself before you are sexually drop kicked into oblivion.

Agatha’s hum of approval is delicious- full of need, loathing, and desire.

“See, Daddy? If our little bunny was good they’d know to keep their hands to themselves.”

Her words are fierce, but somehow they hit you like water gently lapping against rocks on the shore. Still, through your dulled understanding of them you vaguely understand that you resent that. 

Perhaps that is why you move to pinch Agatha’s clit. Or perhaps you just need to feel her. Whatever your motive, it loses steam as you fail to gain any real traction. She is so wet that your fingers slip off of her and through her swollen, smoldering lips. 

She hisses, but recovers quickly.

“We clearly have an insatiable little slut on our hands.”

Agatha’s tone is more dangerous than you’ve heard in ages, but you both feel her rut into your hand. One of her hands stays to keep yours pinned, the other wraps firmly around your throat, each finger asserting its claim over you.

“I don’t think Daddy knows how to handle you, bunny. I think it’s high past time Mommy stepped in to give you a lesson on how to behave.” Her chuckle is honed with threat, “But more importantly...what happens when you don’t.”

She releases your hands, but you quickly realize freedom isn’t a gift you’ve earned yet as a firm, purposeful hand presses into your lower belly. You begin to understand the reality of the situation you are in:

You are fully at Agatha’s mercy, and she intends for you to remember that you always are.

Pressure digs deeply into your hips, down to the bone, rooting you to the spot. The numerous glasses of water you downed throughout the morning catch up with you all at once. Your muscles coil and squeal with desperation, and you go rigid in your efforts to control yourself.

Having to hold it in when you needed to pee yesterday is nothing compared to the weight ballooning within you. You can’t remember the last time you had to pee this bad. Really, you don’t think you’ve ever had to pee this bad. The purposeful pressure of Agatha’s hand threatens to make you burst at every seam in your body.

You clench and clench, hungry to retain the last shred of control you have. Your cheeks burn so deeply that you are certain you’re colored ten shades of purple. Hollow scraping invades your mind, the noise of your teeth gritting against each other pounding against your determination before you instead bite into your cheek.

You can hold it. You can hold it. You can...

Agatha pushes into your belly even deeper, wiggling her fingers before her hand finally meets resistance as it begins digging into your pubic bone. You are powerless over the small spurt of liquid that gushes out of you before you clamp down hard enough to keep your dam in place. 

A long, exaggerated gasp mocks you from behind.

“Look at that...” Agatha muses, her taunt biting deeply into your resolve, “Our little bunny had an accident, Daddy.”

You feel everything- your pores puckering as sweat begins to bead on your forehead, each strand of your straining muscles twisting into something far too taut, the hair on your arms standing at attention to meet their coos. You exude such effort that your legs threaten to cramp. As you squirm to avoid these cramps, which only makes the pressure worse, Rio tuts.

“Oh, bunny...” she mock pouts, “That’s okay. It’s hard for little ones like you to hold it, hmm?”

Embarrassment claws down your neck, through your shoulders, and right to where you strain to contain what your body so desperately needs to release. The thrum of your pulse threatens to burst through your neck as you clench your jaw so tightly your teeth click and lock into place. 

“There’s no need to hurt yourself, baby,” Agatha coos, “That’s Mommy’s job.”

Your shiver tickles you both, and you force your focus directly to your aching pelvis. You can hold it. You will hold it.

The surrounding shuffling, the soft words being exchanged about a strapon, all of it eludes you until you hear a click.

A faint buzz prefaces a determined breeze jolts you as the tower fan at the foot of your bed whirs to life, sealing your fate. You fail in your efforts to close your legs, to conceal your most sensitive area, but Agatha holds them open. She firmly locks her ankles over yours, and you feel detached from the noise that escapes you.

You try to set an example for your bladder by holding your breath, willing your muscles to contain what is so close to bursting out.

You can hold it. You can…

“I can’t hold it,” your plea tumbles from you in a desperate exhalation, “Mommy, please…”

“You can, sweetheart,” she soothes, “and you will.”

Her fingers feel warmer, now, against the constant barrage of cold air. It does little to help as she kneads at your cunt, pulling your lips up and back to expose your clit. The air stings and bites against you.

“No, Mommy-”

“Shh, breathe, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

She taps lightly against your clit and you keen. Pleasure clashes with the sharp coiling of your stomach flipping and your body begins to revolt. Your mouth is watering. Protesting chills freckle your skin in areas you’ve never felt before. You claw into Agatha’s thighs so you don’t implode.

“If you need to take it out on Mommy, that’s okay, but you have to hold it, baby.” Her tone is gentler, soothing and firm without any performative malice: “You can do it, love. I know you can.”

You unscrew your eyes to find that Rio is gone, leaving an interlude that softens Agatha. You take a risk.

“Let me give it to you, Mommy. If we do it now, it's all for you.”

Her chuckle rumbles and rolls straight to your heart. Though it soars, you know you’ve lost.

“Nice try, bunny. Just hold tight. You told Daddy you’d be good for her, yes?”

She doesn’t acknowledge your grunt. Instead, she whispers right into your ear:

“She’s thirsty for you.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

“That’s some strong language, bunny. She wants you to potty in her mouth, not for you to be a potty mouth.”

“You want to fucking kill me.”

Her chuckle is rolling thunder, soothing, yet still reminding you that caution is necessary lest you get swallowed whole by the storm.

“Kill you? No… Demolish you? Perhaps.”

Between the persistent breeze against your aching center and Agatha’s coy teasing, you’re truly only certain of one thing:

“I’m gonna fucking pee all over the bed,” you whine, fussy and petulant in the shallow pool that once held your autonomy and control.

“You will,” Rio casually confirms as she saunters back into the bedroom, “but not until we give you permission.”

You’ll deny your actions are purposeful if they ever ask, but you’re a puppet of your desperation and Rio looks weak at the sight of you and Agatha… 

You strike.

“Daddy, please… I’ll do anything.”

You’re giving your best puppy dog eyes, putting on a show of looking pitiful and needy. (Which doesn’t take much effort.) She gives you a knowing smirk, seeing through your ploy easily, and pats you on the head.

“I’m counting on it, conejito,” she agrees before directing, “Everybody up!”

You roll your eyes, to which Agatha swats you for as she pokes at you to move out of the bed.

“Behave,” she warns, whispering to you as she stands, “Daddy’s nicer than me. Next time I’ll punish you.”

She takes her strap from Rio before speaking much louder:

“Understood?”

You start to nod before your self-preservation skills whir to life.

“Yes!” 

Agatha’s eyebrow barely raises, unsatisfied with your response. You kick yourself before adding:

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good, baby,” she dotes, her kiss to your cheek contrasting with the danger lurking in her tone.

She takes her strap from Rio and situates it.

Along with the purple strap, your favorite of Agatha’s collection, Rio bears a handful of towels and a…

“Is that a changing pad?”

Rio sets the towels on the bed, blanketing the changing mat on top. 

“It’s cute, yeah?” Rio offers, winking as heat (surely permanently) stains your cheeks.

You fuss with your fingers as you subtly assess the little otters that decorate the mat. It matches your favorite onesie.

Obviously it's cute… In a completely objective way. Sure, you saw a picture of it online once or twice. Never for long, though. Only briefly when you furiously scrolled past the diapers. You never purposefully looked for anything like that. You just had to wade through it sometimes to find cute onesies and pajamas.

Agatha and Rio are never shy about caring for you. Truly, you hadn’t realized how many of your tendencies fell into the category of ‘little space’. At first, having a word and concept for when you feel small- whether it's deeply carefree or meek and overwhelmingly vulnerable- felt daunting. Slowly but surely, Agatha and Rio built such a fundamental, unwavering safety for you that you now feel weightless under their attention.

Still, the three of you have never discussed anything that would call for a changing pad. Given the revelation of yesterday and the subsequent activities, it certainly isn’t far-fetched, but it still feels… 

Any useful words you know are jumping out of your brain’s emergency exits. Really, your mind is rushing to ready your defenses, one thing screaming through the noise:

“Is that necessary?” You inquire, unable to stifle the piece of you that suddenly aches to be held.

Two arms become available right as you need them, and you easily sink into Rio’s embrace. Her lips meet your forehead and she lightly scratches your back, working to unwind the tenseness that stiffens your muscles.

“Maybe not,” she offers, predictably warm and amicable, “but even big bunnies can enjoy a little playtime, yes?”

Something suddenly has your tongue, and you stutter, completely unable to give a response.

“It’s like three times as absorbent as the towels, conejito,” Rio offers, quick to concede in the face of your worries, “I can put it under the towels if you prefer?”

The faint noises of Agatha situating her strap fade. Agatha now stands behind you, a coy gasp sending tingles down the side of your neck.

“Am I hearing that someone doesn’t want to play with Mommy and Daddy?”

From your place in Rio’s arms, Agatha wraps her arms around you from behind. Her strap pokes at where your cheeks meet your thighs. It's deliciously close to where you’re aching for her, but not close enough. 

“It’s just a mat, baby.” She rocks her hips, your thighs, wet in your need, easily accommodate the girth of her strap. “Don’t worry, you’ll be remaining naked. I need to be able to use your little cunt anytime I want, hmm?”

Between her slick length, the heat of Rio’s cock, and the absoluteness of being wedged between their two bodies- you’re sufficiently drunk. Completely in tune with her words, you easily comply when she commands:

“Get on the bed, on your back, head towards the headboard.”

Rio stands smug, pleased at the display of docility. Her smirk morphs into confusion when Agatha nods towards the bed.

“Rio, on the bed, head towards me.” She quips.

“Wha-“

“Bed. Now.”

Rio’s throat visibly swells with a swallow that looks like a demanding task. Agatha always has a commanding presence, but with a cock between her legs she’s even harder to challenge. Annoyance melds into anticipation and Rio joins you in compliance.

Agatha grabs a pillow and offers it to Rio, poking and prodding at you both until yours and Rio’s asses are brushing against each other, your legs resting over top of Rio’s. 

Thick, bobbing purple hypnotizes you. You hardly register that Agatha is climbing on top of Rio until she tuts- admonishing you while smirking in the way only a worshipped woman can.

“My eyes are up here, baby. Do you see something you want?”

She never breaks eye contact and remains facing in your direction, straddling Rio in reverse cowgirl. This is likely why she misses Rio’s hands shooting to grasp her hips. With a devilish smirk, she swats Rio’s hands away.

“Good boys ask before grabbing,” she muses while hovering over Rio’s cock.

“Can I touch you?” 

“No.”

Rio growls in frustration before the throaty noise morphs into a moan as Agatha sinks onto her cock. Your mouth floods- a sign of your body demanding attention, as you fixate on the way Agatha’s wet, swollen cunt engulfs Rio so easily.

After a few minutes, which were likely just a few seconds, Agatha’s dark curls camouflage Rio’s balls. Rio’s legs twitch beneath yours and Agatha lets a chuckle roll from somewhere deep in her belly. 

Can she see your clit twitch? 

You work to flex your muscles, hoping to beckon her lips to wrap themselves around you.

As Agatha begins to ride Rio, the bobbing of her strap once again entrances you. She lazily, purposefully, traces up the insides of your thighs. Feathery touches lift you to float in the air, dull scratches following to slam you back into the earth. She alternates these so skillfully that you almost forget you have to pee- the throbbing of your cunt echoing the whooshing in your ears. 

Almost.

Lewd squelching thickens the air, just one of the filthy and delicious noises of her cunt swallowing Rio’s cock. Lithe fingers toy with your pussy lips, exploring the slick consuming them, when you mumble:

“Mommy…I can’t.”

Her eyes flick to yours. Blue eyes hone into you so purely that your skin prickles, feeling as though they are boring into your soul for the very first time.

“Can’t what, bunny?” she asks coyly, grabbing Rio’s hands and making a show of guiding them to her hips, moaning at the hungry fingers that dig into her skin.

“Hold it!”

“Hold what, sweetheart?”

“IT!” You gesture broadly towards your crotch, before leaving no room for misinterpretation, “My peeeeeeee. Mommy, please.”

She gasps in mock shock.

“That’s right… You did tell Mommy you needed to pee, didn’t you?”

She’s now fondling her own tits, her hips performing a deliciously hypnotic dance as she grinds down onto Rio’s cock. One hand shifts focus, ghosting over your clit and causing you to jolt. Protests die before they make it to your lips, your brain short circuiting as she uses both hands to seize your hips. Her nails retreat from your skin to brush her palms along the lines of your groin, right at the top of your hips.

The air you almost choke on seems nearly damp. Her hands come together at your lower stomach, just above your mound, and you know you’re cooked.

“That’s too bad, bunny. You’re busy playing with Mommy and Daddy.”

Leaning forward, she puts all of her weight on her hands, digging into your bladder and almost causing you to burst at the seams. You can no longer hear the noises of her riding Rio, the pressure digging into your core bringing tears to your eyes as you deny your release.

You’re a mess of kicks and wiggles as your teeth scratch against each other like chalk on a chalkboard.

“Daddy, can you hold bunny’s ankles, please?”

You don’t feel it, but know she must have since your movements are now stifled.

“That’s better,” Agatha’s voice is victorious, “God, you’re both so much fucking sexier when all you can do is whimper instead of mouthing off.”

Time zaps into nothing. You are only vaguely aware of Agatha’s fingers entering and exiting you, using your wetness to jerk her strap. You’ve floated away, a deep, painful pressure the only thing rooting you to this plane of existence. Maybe Agatha starts fingering you, just enough to start jerking her strap and getting it wet.

The pressure momentarily subsides before a hand presses at the sides of your throat, regaining some of your attention.

“You’re going to hold it. You’re going to control your needy little cunt, then you’re going to let Mommy fuck all the piss out of you, yes?”

“Agatha,” Rio sounds desperate and pained, “let up or I’m going to cum.”

Agatha sighs, as if being inconvenienced, though she doesn’t seem to mind as she moves off of Rio to line herself up with your entrance.

“Go on, Daddy. Give bunny a taste. Just a little one.”

Movement stirs the bed until Rio is crouching next to your head.

“Can you take me, baby?” You nod and her smile is full of pride. “Of course you can. Open up for me, love.”

Your jaw questions you as you stretch it beyond its normal constraints. Before you can blink, Rio’s cock is working itself down your throat. The intrusion is delicious, sending your eyes to the back of your head as each vein that lines the bottom of her cock scrapes over your tongue.

Her girth begins to split your throat open, and you test your breathing with a big inhale through your nose. She doesn’t hilt herself fully, which piques your curiosity.

That’s odd…

“Okay, fuck, bunny. Here it comes. Be good for me, yeah? I’ll just give you a little.”

In your stupor, you don’t understand what she means until the curve of her cock jabs upwards before falling back into place as a hot, gentle trickle begins to fill your throat.

Your instinct tells you to panic, alerting you that you’re going to drown. You focus all of your energy on willing your muscles to relax as you give your first swallow. Through blurry vision, you see Rio succumb and betray her restraint.

Grunting, she nudges only marginally further into your throat, the real shift coming from her steady trickle bursting into a demanding, forceful stream. Your cunt clenches at a painful nothingness, hoping to somehow vacuum Agatha in. Molten lava courses against your throat, and you do your best to swallow it all. Despite your best efforts, it pools in your mouth before dribbling down your cheeks and chin.

“That’s enough,” Agatha commands, pulling at Rio’s elbow, “Save some for later.”

In a heaping show of strength and compliance, Rio cuts her stream off, her cock angrily twitching and giving you a few more drops.

“So good for Mommy and Daddy, bunny. Are you ready for Mommy to fuck you now, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t give you the chance to answer before she forcefully bottoms out in record time, hitting depths you forgot you even had.

Rio snuffs out your moan before it fully leaves your chest as she begins shallowly thrusting into your mouth. If she gave you the chance to speak, you’d tell her she could go deeper. That you need her to go deeper.

Tears sting your eyes at the deliciously unbearable sting of the pleasure of being full mixing with the pain of needing to let go.

You mumble pleas around Rio’s cock, and Agatha seems satisfied that they are unintelligible.

“Poor baby,” She leans her weight right above your mound again, “Do you still need to pee?”

After a few more thrusts that you feel in your gut, Agatha gathers your legs before leaning down to lay on top of you, folding you in the process. You only momentarily impress yourself by how close your knees are to your ears before she’s husking in your ear:

“You should’ve said so. There’s no need to be embarrassed, bunny.”

Rio pulls out of your mouth stumbling in her shuffle back to lean on her heels. She moves to kneel at the foot of the bed, hoping to get a good seat for the show.

You grab at her shoulders, her tits, wherever your hands can find purchase. You’re nearly numb in your need to explode.

“Please, Mommy. It hurts.”

“Shh, I know, baby. Cum for Mommy and you can let go, hmm? Cum for me and piss all over my cock.”

She slides a hand between your bodies to paw at your clit. It’s so slippery that she can only broadly stroke and hope it's consistent enough to bring you to your release.

You aren’t sure that you’ll be able to cum, but when she bottoms out on an extra deep thrust, she stays buried in you to offer shallow, rough strokes. One moment, you’re present, and the next you’ve been slingshot into the sun.

You cum with screams and croaks, your piss bursting from you against your will. Relief blankets over your body and melts your bones. You’re lost in euphoria when you feel wet warmth pooling between yours and Agatha’s bodies. You don’t even mind. In fact, the result of letting yourself go is oddly comforting.You are deflating, one fluid ounce at a time, and when Agatha pulls out you whine at the emptiness.

Agatha, far from her dominance shown only moments ago, coos:

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s gonna fill you up now.”

Agatha climbs off of you, what still streams out of you decorating her stomach in droplets, and Rio grips your hips to flip you over. She pulls you onto your hands and knees with little effort, causing you to clamp down. Once you’re set in place, you unclench, renewing a gentle trickle to flow from you.

Rio eagerly dives in, spreading your cheeks to lap at you from your clit to your ass. Agatha settles under you, her head beneath your cunt, and your lips now dangerously close to hers. You are being rung out like a wet towel- Rio slurping some of you, and Agatha greedily waiting for the rest.

Once your tap has run dry, Rio wastes no time in entering you. Her cock is slightly girthier than Agatha’s strap, deceptively equal in length with an upward curve. You expect her to take off like a race horse, but once she stuffs most of the way into you, she stills.

“Ready to take the rest of Daddy’s piss, bunny? Just relax. I’m going to fill you up then you’re going to give it to Mommy.”

As if to punctuate her sentence, hot liquid begins to pool inside of you. You stifle your groans, mindlessly burning yourself into Agatha’s cunt. You aren’t sure how long she fills you, but you do feel dribbles down the inside of your thighs.

She grips your shoulders, yanking you away from Agatha.

“I’m going to pull out now. Tell Mommy what you’re about to give her.”

“Fuck, I–”

Smack. She sternly slaps your ass, enough to sting and sufficiently chastise you.

“I’m so full of Daddy’s piss, Mommy. I’m gonna give it all to you…”

Heavy splatters follow Agatha’s throaty groan as Rio pulls out. Each time you clench a splatter follows. Each one has less and less to offer. You peak between your and Agatha’s bodies to see Rio briefly dip her cock into Agatha’s mouth. As she attempts to pull out, Agatha follows her, so much so that the curve of Rio’s cock bulges her throat. 

Rio sinks into the wanton throat and when you turn your attention back to Agatha’s cunt, you see fresh wetness leaking from her center.

Aching to taste her, you let your tongue explore her silky heat. As Rio works her throat and you work her cunt, you both have her twitching. Eventually, Rio’s thrusts stutter and you climb off of Agatha just in time to see Rio completely bottom out into her throat to shoot rope after rope of cum where her cock nestles. With each rope you see a subtle twitch of her cock, which you know likely does not feel subtle to Agatha.

Rio fully withdraws, slick and saliva stringing between her cock, balls, and Agatha’s lips.

As Agatha gasps for air, she readjusts to lay on the pillows, dragging you both down and pushing you to settle between her legs. Rio’s face is still wet with your slick and her lips compel you to taste yourself on them. Your tongues lazily hand off control, hers invading your mouth and then vice versa. There is something…tangier? Saltier? About your taste.

You melt into a confusing, but very aroused, puddle of mush when you realize you can taste your own piss on Rio’s tongue.

“Come on, you two. Ready to take Mommy’s piss?”

Agatha gently guides both of your heads to her center, coaxing you into eating her out. You both do so with desperate vigor. Yours and Rio’s tongues flit past each other, occasionally nudging into each other. After a brief battle over who gets to such her clit, Rio yields and you both begin to suckle the bud in tandem. 

As your tongues lavish over, through, and inside of Agatha, her moans become needy and demanding.

“Okay, fuck, here it comes. Don’t waste it.”

You’re lost in a flurry of molten kisses, noises of Agatha filling your mouths, audible swallows, and a persistent stream begging for your attention. Agatha rains over you both, and you decide she is your new favorite fountain. Eventually, she gushes from an orgasm and the three of you fall into a spent heap of limbs and wetness.

“That was…” Rio trails off.

“Yeah…” you and Agatha agree in tandem.

You have no energy left to expend, not even opening your eyes as you ask:

“When did you all get this changing mat?”

When met with silence, you pry one eye open to peek up, wondering if they both fell asleep.

They seem to be in a silent conversation with one another before noticing your eyes on them. They speak at the same time:

“Irrelevant.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sailor.”

You furrow your brow in confusion.

“Wha-” 

“Who’s hungry?” Rio, suddenly full of energy, clambers out of bed.

“STARVING,” Agatha insists as she leaps out of bed.

As they shuffle around the room, you continue to peek at them. Their avoidance doesn’t offend you, you know them both well enough to know that they seem more embarrassed than guilty. You are far too satiated to press the matter tonight.

“Come on,” Agatha extends a hand to pull you up, “Bath time, bunny.”

You, with little conviction, swat her hand away before attempting to roll over and snuggle down.

“No you don’t,” Agatha concurs in amusement as she pulls at your limp body.

You continue your lame swats in her direction before she concedes.

More accurately, before she arms herself to make you concede.

“Five…”

You stiffen.

“Four…”

You peek back over your shoulder, finding her standing tall, hands firmly planted on her hips. Looking straight into your eyes, she continues.

“Three…”

You squint, attempting to call a bluff you know isn’t there.

“Two…” she drags out, a final warning.

She intakes a breath, ready to seal your fate before you interrupt:

“FINE, fine, fine, fine. I’m getting up.”

“Aww, good bunny,” she chuckles as she swats your butt while you walk towards the restroom.

After a few minutes, everything is ready, and Agatha sinks into the steaming water first before guiding you to sit between her legs. As you rest against her, the swell of her breasts cushioning you, she contentedly sighs in your ear.

“Our little sailor…” she muses before peppering you in kisses and whispering words of admiration, pride, and devotion.

One grilled cheese, a bottle of water, and a set of fresh sheets later, Agatha wraps her arms around you and yours wrap around Rio. You drift peacefully to sleep, a smile to keep you company as you imagine what may be in store for you tomorrow.

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A/N: Rio is a LITTLE SPOON, confirmed! I hope you all enjoyed this venture into the high seas.

Agatha and Rio told me good sailors leave like, reblog, or reply to provide the captain with validation. It's certainly not required, but just know this is who you're asking to post filthy sex stories on the internet: 🥺👉👈

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⊂ "You touched down to be mine for a little while." - Love is Letting Go, Ashe feat. Diane Keaton ⊃

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Tumblr was being weird and not showing my posts in the tags... It's supposed to be fixed now, but I have to repost my last two gif sets. Sorry for the repeats :(

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me, thinking about a reader who left a comment that is going to LOVE what I just typed:

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When is chap 2 of hello sailor coming??

🥸 It has taken far longer than I wanted. I'm so sorry! I am aiming for sooner...but I can at least promise it will be in February. IRL has been a whirlwind (I think this is just my new normal...lol). BUT, knowing you're waiting on it definitely motivates me through the chaos! Thank you for your message!

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I cannot stop thinking about Agatha threatening to “fuck the piss” out of reader in Hello Sailor. Need that as of yesterday pleeeease 😵‍💫

I, too, often think about this... I solemnly swear that Agatha is a woman of her word... Very excited for you to find out soon.😮‍💨

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hi—same person from earlier watersports comment! would you ever consider writing heavier bladder control? i know “hello sailor” has it a bit. btw just again, wanted to rave about your writing. i showed my gf and she’s obsessed too.

and in general, i appreciate your care in writing “cooties” and “hello sailor”. both are really great reads that i constantly come back to! thank you :)

omg hi!! thank you for coming back to say hi😭 I'm flattered I hope you and your gf get all green lights and find good sales and treat yourselves! I'm so happy that you've enjoyed the cootie-verse. I have sat with your request for a bit so that I can say it has been heard and received!! I think you will LOVE part 2 of Hello, Sailor! It's coming soon!! 💜💚 stay tuned! Also, if you want an emoji I will kindly offer 🤿 or ⚓️. Thanks again for messaging!!

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⊂ "If you come back, I'll be waiting. If you come back, I'll be right here every time." - Love is Letting Go, Ashe feat. Diane Keaton ⊃

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⊂ "You touched down to be mine for a little while." - Love is Letting Go, Ashe feat. Diane Keaton ⊃

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In honor of Cooties Pt. 4 seeing the light of day soon… I present to you (a rough attempt at) my other hobby! I do not draw people regularly but couldn’t resist.

Enjoy a little Cootieverse!Agatha… She misses you dearly.

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Should Rio be next?? In honor of Hello, Sailor part 2 coming soon?

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Cooties pt. 4 (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary:

What to do with a little bunny that feels all better and is Cootie-free... I'm sure your wives will think of something...

Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and smut, on-the-mend-sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, prevalent cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, mentions of breastfeeding/nursing, minimal discussion of a diaper, brief somnophilia, cunnilingus, anilingus, fisting, squirting

Words: 4.7k

A/N: Happy, happy holidays, bunnies. I am so sorry this took so long to get to you, but am happy you’ll get to settle into Cootie-Verse again. You’ve been so sorely missed and are anxiously awaited by Agatha and Rio. We get much more into the CGL dynamics in part 4, so please be mindful of the tags. You can skip around as you need to, but if you are uncomfortable with any of the themes mentioned I highly recommend you approach with caution if you choose to continue. If you have the time, take a moment to listen to 'just be' from Christina Perri's 'songs for rosie' album prior to reading. I know you’re (hopefully) excited, but you’ll enjoy it all the more in the right headspace. The holidays and life in general can be hard, but you are so loved. You’ve bloomed so beautifully into your life and you deserve to enjoy your little corner of the world. The universe and all its sands of time came together so you could have a place here. You, and all the things that bring you joy, were destined and have always been inevitable. I'm proud of you for being here and I'm glad out of all of life's craziness we get to share something like Cootie-verse together. Thank you for choosing to spend your time here. I will see you soon. Enjoy!

This is your last chance to read the tags. The internet is a 'choose your own adventure' space, and by proceeding you are choosing this adventure. As a general reminder, and I hope would go without saying, CGL dynamics in this fic are solely between consenting adults and do not reference or imply anything that is not between consenting adults.

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Cooties pt. 4

The evening is positioned perfectly to float lazily and peacefully past you. When you made it downstairs, you’d found your food waiting on the coffee table for you. Agatha and Rio’s food sat to each side. 

There was an outlier though. Your food, squarely in the middle, was separated into sections on what looked like a small lunch tray. You cautiously approached it, sizing it up and observing the Bluey artwork on the tray.

It is here you stand, rooted firmly in suspicion. The implication of the plate is of so little worry that it doesn’t even register with you. Rather, your suspicion is fueled solely by the fact that you’ve never seen it before.

“It’s got Bluey, baby,” Agatha says from behind you. 

She approaches, her lips briefly finding the top of your head before she guides you to sit down on the floor in front of the coffee table.

Taking her seat on the couch, she points towards the plate.

“See? It’s part of your present.”

Agatha pulls a small blue backpack from beside the couch and sets it next to you. You briefly assess its yellow accents and the patch that adorns the front pocket before you conclude its for you. Your movement to grab at it is halted when she pointedly meets your gaze. In your hesitation, your eyes flick between hers and the backpack. Her lip ticks up in amusement, and you get the feeling she is waiting for something.

You have no clue what she could be waiting for, though. Ignoring the feeling altogether, you proceed with your original plan of action and lunge towards the backpack.

“Ah, ah, bunny,” Agatha’s hand quickly presses gently against the center of your chest, softly keeping you in place, “Remember what Mommy said?”

Her touch is warm and soothes the growing antsy-ness that gnaws squarely where it rests.

“Which time?” You ask, more frustration showing than you intend. 

What an odd question for her to ask.

You think hard, regardless. She says lots of things...which one were you supposed to remember?

Her thumb gently swipes over your brow that has become furrowed from your intense thinking. As quickly as it weighs you down, your thought process is lost to her lazy chuckle. You aren’t sure what you did to earn it, but you’re glad you’re making her happy.

“I said that only good bunnies get presents,” she taps you on the nose, “Can you be good for Mommy and Daddy and eat your dinner so that we can open your present?”

“Now that’s a silly question. Our little bunny is a saint,” Rio chimes in from where she approaches, “Even when they dead leg Daddy.”

A pointed raise of Rio’s eyebrow as she joins Agatha on the couch is all it takes for guilt to tug at your heart and sting your cheeks.

Your chest bloats uncomfortably and you feel weighted down. You don’t like the discomfort the guilt carries one bit, so you quickly clamber to Rio and crawl in her lap.

“I sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s okay, conejito. Daddy knows your were just playing.” She playfully peppers kisses against your cheeks. “Plus, you’re far too small to do any real damage.”

As you blush, you work to hide away in her neck.

“Hey, its Bingo!” She observes.

Bingo?!

“Daddy! That’s Bluey!”

“Who-ey?”

With Rio’s arms wrapped around you, a third hand stroking your back breaks your focus on righting such a wrong. 

Bluey is blue! Bingo is...not blue. It’s not that hard...

“We can find out over dinner,” Agatha motions her head towards the TV where Disney+ is loading, “Preferably before it gets cold.” She adds, pointedly.

Rio eyes you over, sizing you up, and you do the same to her. Agreement comes to you both easily, and she sets you back down in front of the coffee table.

You assess your plate and its compartments. The upper row is split into three equal sections. One upper-corner has unsweetened apple sauce and the other has Oreos. In between them sits a yellow juice box with a purple wave one it- grape, your favorite. In the main compartment is your pizza- from the place next to the bookstore- cut up into small bites.

As you go for the first bite of your pizza Agatha turns on an episode of Bluey.

“Thank you for dinner, my love,” Rio whispers to Agatha.

You hear a soft ‘smooch’ from behind you. The noise of lips parting is apparent, the kiss lingering, and then lingering some more.

There will be plenty of time for kissing later.   You subtly clear your throat and hear giggles broken up by quick pecks from behind you. You don’t mind because they’re quickly followed by doting hands ready to help you finish your meal.

Agatha wipes at your fingers between bites of pizza and Rio delicately spoons apple sauce into your patiently waiting mouth. Neither of them miss your increasing glances towards the Oreos on your plate.

As they both finish their own food, you are waiting for the chance to bring up eating your dessert. You can feel Agatha’s relaxed presence sprawled on the couch and you lean in to Rio’s gentle scratches on the back of your neck. __________________________________

You do your best to pay attention to the episode of Bluey, but you feel antsy. You really want your Oreos but you want milk to go with them. You contemplate asking, but the room stirs before you can.

“Daddy,” Agatha starts, voice carrying easily, “can you go get Mr. Bear, please?”

Your cheeks flush and a wiggle rolls through you in anticipation. You try to withhold your eagerness, perhaps that is why Agatha giggles from behind you before Rio gently pats your head and walks to retrieve what Agatha is requesting.

Mr. Bear isn’t just any stuffie, he is your favorite stuffie. This high honor was bestowed for many reasons. First, he is filled just the right amount of things that make him perfectly weighted to sit on your chest and comfort you. Second, one of those things is lavender, which reminds you of the nighttime lotion Agatha rubs into your chest before bed. Third, Mr. Bear means it’s time to nurse.

“Sweetie, are you ready to come to Mommy?”

Your body hums in anticipation, though shyness works to conceal it.

“It’s just us, bunny. Come here,” her sureness sings to you, “be with me.”

She easily wills you to welcome her affections. You are vaguely aware that normally you’d fuss or fight feeling so small. The voice in your head that normally shrouds you in shame is muffled and you have no interest in trying to hear what it has to say.

You are here. You are present. This moment is all that matters to you.

Your cheeks tingle under the demand of a smile unrestrained. You’re a ball of limbs and effort as you hoist yourself into arms that your body recognizes easily: home.

Agatha gives a few dramatic grunts and gruffs as you work to get comfortable.

“There’s my sweet little bunny,” Agatha dotes.

Her scrub top lays bunched near the end table. Pale skin pebbles under your touch. The soft pink of her nipples stands at its highest peak, entrancing you at the thought of gently lapping at them.

“Come here, bunny,” Agatha squeezes you tightly to her chest, “I’m freezing.”

You observe Agatha as she pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and works to nestle you both in. Her hair, messy from a day full of earnest work, is messy and accompanied only by a mostly gone layer of mascara. The soft peaks and valleys of the crinkles by her pursed, concentrated lips, pull you to gently kiss the corner of her mouth.

A barely there chuckle- the kind that only comes in moments of soft, safe stillness- hums in her chest, the place you kissed pulling up in a satisfied smile.

“How are you feeling, little love?” She searches your features, eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort.

Her middle finger grazes across your forehead, then your cheekbone, and finishes with a gentle tap on the tip of your nose.

“You don’t feel warm. Does anything still hurt?”

You ponder her assessment. You do feel much better, but you gnaw at your lip, hesitant to say so.

“Do you remember when we talked this morning, bunny?”

You give your best ‘mmhmm’ in confirmation.

“And do you remember what Mommy said?”

You think... And you think even harder. You remember playing your tapping game. One tap for yes, two taps for no. She asked you questions... There was one question about...

“Does Mommy have a big bunny or a little bunny on her hands?”

Her words call your earlier conversation to bloom in your mind:

'Do you know whether you’re our little bunny or our big bunny we always love you the same way we love you right now?'

Peace tickles down your spine and your chest blossoms into the safety you are offered. 

“Little bunny!” You declare.

Your confidence- though it teeters from a place of reserve- makes both of you giggle.

“Mmm,” Agatha hums, brushing her knuckles along the curve of your cheek, “and does my little bunny know if they feel any better?”

The blue of her eyes is enraptured with you as it follows the path her fingers draw along your skin. 

Seeing her studious eyes locked onto you and knowing you will see them for the rest of your life pulls at the front of your throat, but only for a moment. You feel a burst of an emotion with no name that you know of before elation begins to cradle you as you float up...up...

“I think even little bunnies can use their words for Mommy, hmm?” She coaxes gently.

“Feel better!” You confirm, burying your head into her chest.

Agatha gasps.

“Good, bunny. So good for Mommy. I knew you could do it.”

She shushes you with whispers of warm affirmations: ‘Mommy’s so proud of you, baby’ and ‘My sweet little bunny’.

Soon, a soft patter of feet carries the final piece of your comfort to you. In her tow- Mr. Bear.

“Thank you, daddy.” Agatha offers while taking Mr. Bear and bringing him closer for you to hold.

He somehow feels much larger than he is as you snuggle him to your chest. Reprieve washes over you in a way you always forget it can. The pieces of you that are always wound so taut melt  into nothing. 

It’s like drifting to sleep after a long day, when you’re closer to slumber than consciousness, and your eyebrows unfurl on their own. Though you never realize the effort you exert in holding them closer to you, you are never able to ponder it much. Something in you always knows when it’s been caught. Almost as if saying: ‘oh, I didn’t realize you were still here with me. I’m here to take care of you now. Relax, rest.’ Before it sends you off to sleep.

You feel as fuzzy and soft in the company of the kiss the two women share over your head. A loose strand of Rio’s hair falls against your nose- a gentle tickle that makes you giggle. They chuckle against each others lips.

“Do you have something to say to Daddy, bunny?”

Agatha’s question is directed at you, but her eyes linger on Rio’s lips. Your decision is easy.

You pull on Rio’s collar to give her the biggest, bestest kiss you can muster. Along with you, she giggles into it, and Agatha feigns offense.

“Mmm,” Rio mumbles before pulling back, “You’re welcome,” she leans back in enough that her breath ghosts over your lips before knowingly adding, “conejito.”

If it is possible, anything left in you that is solid melts into jelly.

With Mr. Bear safely in your clutches, Agatha’s cool skin warming underneath you, and Rio working her way into snuggling in- a foggy peace encircles the three of you.

Agatha guides you to her chest and traps her lip between her teeth as you latch on. Rio scratches your back as Agatha brags on you.

“We have such a brave bunny, Daddy. Taking all of their medicine, letting their little body rest... Doing every last thing we asked so they could get all better.”

Rio’s hand shifts to lightly tap your bottom.

“Brave just like Mommy.” Rio quips.

“Do you hear that, bunny? Daddy’s trying to butter me up.”

“Is it working?” Rio asks, coyness thinly veiling her eagerness.

The resulting rhythm of Agatha’s gentle chuckle lulls you to sleep.

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The next thing you know you’re floating through the air. You’re weightless, and your content is effortless.

You notice you’re smiling as gentle tickles pull at you from the inside out.

Suddenly, you feel restricted. You’re still floating, but something sits at your center- far too tight. The weight coils tauter and tauter... Your insides stretch, surely ready to snap at any moment. Coherent thought eludes you, but you’re ready for the tension to cease.

Noises, muffled and hushed, reach your ears. Grunting? Huffing? 

Is that...?

You groggily open your eyes to a sight you’ll take with you to your grave.

Agatha’s blue eyes are lazy and unfocused, her mouth devouring you through the cloth that conceals you. Her tongue makes its best effort to lap at you and get closer to your core, but she can only find so much purchase.

Without looking away, you can clumsily gather that you’ve been moved to the bed, legs gently spread and pants removed.

She moans in time with the grunts that woke you, her chin jutting into your covered entrance in a painstakingly slow rhythm.

“There’s our little bunny,” Rio’s voice reflects the sparkle in her eyes from seeing you’ve rejoined them.

Fully taking in your surroundings, you see now that Agatha is bent over the bed as Rio repeatedly bottoms out in her.

Squelch.

A lazy ‘mmf’ is expelled into your center, the hot air teasing the hole being prodded by Agatha’s chin.

“You were so cute sleeping...” Rio recalls fondly, earnest endearment laced with a coyness that pebbles your skin, “Daddy didn’t want to wake you but Mommy was being impatient.”

Your eyes follow the soft pink trails left by Rio’s nails as she scratches up Agatha’s back. Her hand briefly tangles in the brown locks she meets at the base of Agatha’s neck, but she doesn’t pull. Rather, she untangles them easily, her nails following their same path back down to easily grip Agatha’s hip.

“I don’t think she liked me having to make you unlatch to carry you to bed.”

You look down towards Agatha, waiting for a quip, a snide remark, but none come. She is drunk on your cunt and Rio’s cock.

You throb as you further soak the garment Agatha is determined to eat through.

Your body continues to tingle, your mind present, yet still far away. If you had words to offer, Agatha’s lazy, hungry gaze has stolen them away. 

Sharp prickles ground you through your fuzziness. Your teeth scrape your fingers that have found their way to your mouth of their own accord.

How did those get there?

You’re only loosely aware that you must have been suckling them as you moan around their shape:

“Mommy.”

Rio’s eyes, fixated on your every move, ooze with love, want, and need.

“Shh, baby,” Rio whispers.

Everything seems frozen around you. The three of you are suspended in time and space- this plane of existence belonging just to you and your wives.

Rio fully sheathes herself into Agatha again.

Squelch.

“Mommy’s working on it. She’s doing such a good job at making you feel good, isn’t she, bunny?”

You nod dumbly and immediately feel Agatha hesitate. She may be drunk on you, but a piece of her seems to always be at the ready to correct you. You need her to stay in her heady stupor- her mindless euphoria and deeply rooted peace are a rare gift.

“Yes, daddy.” You offer, proud of yourself for using your words.

“Tell Mommy, bunny,” Rio redirects.

You tell Agatha how good it feels, and you tell her some more. The moment Rio requests your underwear be taken off Agatha complies without hesitation. She is alternating between sucking at your entrance and dragging her lips back and forth over your clit. 

Pleas of ‘Mommy please’ and groans of ‘Mommy it feels so good’ tumble from your lips. Your moans are unrestrained, filthy in a way that just a few years ago would have sent you into weeks of overthinking. Now, though, you are safe. You are welcome and wanted. This space is shared, but it is also yours.

Your pants and strained hums are kerosene to Agatha’s open flames of desire. She is feasting on the taste your cunt eagerly leaks, demanding more with her sloppy slurps and sucks.

In her eagerness to devour you whole, her tongue swipes over your hidden, puckered hole. All praises are stolen off your tongue.

“Don’t be shy now, or I’ll stop,” Rio warns, unaware of where Agatha's tongue has wandered, and Agatha’s nails sink deeply into the softest part of your thighs, “Do you like it when Mommy sucks on your little clit, baby?”

Agatha’s nails are just sunken enough to provide a delicious tingle of a sting. Not hurting, just speaking their warning.

The shape of Agatha’s smirk between your two entrances makes you rock into her, greedy to feel her tongue lap at your ass. Her docile submission has its limits, because she doesn’t cave in. You would be more impressed if not for the growing neediness that has you clenching and unclenching your asshole, desperate to clamp onto any sign of attention.

“I love your tongue, Mommy. Please don’t stop.”

Nothing. Blue eyes, still far away, swirl with humor. You aren’t sure if she finds your need amusing or if she’s taunting you into throwing a fit. You let the stillness linger, the only stimulation coming from the bridge of Agatha’s nose nudging against your clit every time Rio ruts into her. 

You can almost hear Agatha whispering to you: ‘Use your words, bunny. If you want something you have to tell Mommy.’

Your pride is nowhere to be found, and you fold easily under no true pressure.

“I need you to tongue fuck my ass,” you mewl pathetically, “It’s yours, Mommy. Please, just take it.”

Agatha’s eyes roll back into her head and she makes a guttural, needy noise. You hardly register the sound before her tongue hardens and she buries it deeply into your ass. Your ring stretches only to contract, working against her persistence. Her nails deeply pull at you as she brings you impossibly closer. Her arms are iron, rooting you in place as you wiggle and squirm. 

Her nose prods at your leaking entrance while her tongue settles into your ass. You are impaled onto her face and the flicking of her tongue has severed all of your cognitive function. You try to sink deeper onto her tongue, your whining and whimpering unable to magically make the muscle longer.

“See Mommy,” Rio chuckles, “I told you our little bunny made you a needy mess. They’re barely awake and you’ve got your tongue up their ass. Such a dirty Mommy.”

Every part of you is clenching, the efforts nearly painful as you’re drawn to a taut, inevitable pull.

“Daddy...” you try your best to warn, but her grip is tightening on Agatha’s hips.

“Shh, baby...the grown ups are talking,” her focus teeters between you and watching her cock spear into Agatha at a rapidly increasing pace, “Just lie back and let Mommy eat your ass.”

Rio’s chastising and focus on demolishing Agatha snaps you in two. The release from the peaking grip thrusts you head first into what can only be described as a full body meltdown.

Your body stretches and solidifies, the only contractions stemming from your lower belly and through your core. Though you’re bearing down, you blossom, and you’re further pinned into place as jets of hot liquid spurt onto Agatha’s nose and trickle into her open mouth.

The air shifts, both Rio and Agatha frozen in time with you.

“Did they just-“

“Oh, sweetie...” Agatha gasps, fully alert and clutched by longing and desire, “come here.”

Agatha moves to gather you up in her arms, but Rio expertly yanks her back onto her cock, unceremoniously staking her fully in one rough motion.

“Not so fast, babygirl,” Agatha gasps, a deep blush coloring her cheeks at the rare nickname as Rio barely ruts her hips, “Sorry, bunny. Just a second, promise. Daddy needs to give Mommy her reward.”

A nearly silent mewl falls out of Agatha. You are still high from your own orgasm, but you do your best to file the image of Agatha getting so willingly dominated and bred into the most precious recesses of your mind.

Rio pumps once, twice, before grunting and unloading as deeply as possible into Agatha. She barely has time to pull out, cum still dripping from her cock, before Agatha is crawling back to you.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Agatha coos, “Mommy got a little carried away didn’t she?” 

You try to shake your head no, but she tuts at you before holding you close.

“I forgot little bunnies like you can’t hold their cummies in for very long. I should’ve gotten your changing mat, hmm? That’s okay though, Mommy didn’t let you make too much of a mess on the bed.”

Gentle embarrassment crawls up your neck and bites at your cheeks. 

“It’s not just little bunnies, baby. Let’s see how Mommy holds up, yeah?” Rio has settled in between Agatha’s thighs and she lazily winks at you as she scoops her dribbling cum up with two fingers.

Agatha doesn’t have time to tear her eyes away from you before Rio traps her clit between her teeth and shoves her cum deeply back into Agatha’s used cunt. From the way Agatha’s face melts into pure bliss you’re certain Rio is thrumming her fingers against Agatha’s most sensitive softness. 

“More, Rio. You just had your cock in me two isn’t going to do it.”

Her words are demanding but her tone drips with need. Still, you have to stifle a giggle at the resulting eye roll Agatha gives when Rio, presumably, added another finger.

“Daddy’s gone soft on me, bunny. She normally knows what Mommy needs but here I am...cunt empty-“

An unimpressed grunt cuts her off, quickly punctuated by a moan covered up with taunting laughter.

“Holy fuck I said more, Rio. Don’t be a-“

This time, her own howl cuts her off.

“Give me your hand, bunny,” Rio commands easily, mumbling lowly: “Mommy is always so mouthy when she cums last.”

You can’t stifle your giggle this time, and lucky for both you and Rio Agatha is far too lost in her ecstasy to notice.

You only have to slightly readjust to reach Agatha’s clit. Your attempt to gather wetness from her entrance is thwarted by  Rio’s...wrist?

You peak down to see Rio’s whole hand is buried deeply into Agatha.

“I bet we can make Mommy squirt just like you did, bunny. Don’t you?”

You do. And you did. With a few strums to Agatha’s strained, rock hard clit, she easily and generously gushes for you both. 

You are only half successful in your attempt to lick her juices off of your fingers, as she traps them between both of your lips, her tongue meeting yours between and around them. You are lost in the kiss until you hear the hollow squelching that results from Rio removing her fist from Agatha.

There is a still beat of silence before you all burst into giggles at the noise.

“Mmm, come here, bunny,” Agatha grunts and peppers you in kisses, “you’re so amazing.”

Before Rio can clear her throat Agatha motions for her to join.

“You’re amazing too, Daddy,” she coos, “Always so good at taking care of Mommy and our little bunny.”

The three of you are a pile of limbs and warmth, all skillfully avoiding the wet patches on the sheets.

Rio is the first one to move, groaning under the strain of stiff post-sex joints and worn muscles.

“Nooooooooo, stay,” you protest.

“I’ll be right back, conejito,” she assures, wavering at your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“Please, daddy?” You go for the kill, but Agatha chides you softly.

“Daddy has to go get you a diaper, baby. She’s just going to the next room.”

“Wha-“ you begin to protest.

“Hush,” Agatha asserts with soft finality.

“I don’t need-“

“From what we just witnessed you can’t control this little super-soaker,” Rio pats at your still very sensitive center.

“It wouldn’t matter even if you could, bunny. It’s our job to make sure you feel safe and protected- and to know when you need the extra comfort.”

The fluffy padding does sound comforting... Despite your internal turmoil, you yearn for the calmness that always comes with Agatha or Rio dotingly securing a diaper to your hips. You’ve never used it for its intended purpose, but it feels similarly to a weighted blanket. Secure.

Even better, both Agatha and Rio find you utterly irresistible with the extra padding. Often when its worn, during the night you vaguely recognize one of their hands wandering to ‘check’ you.

Hmm...a diaper suddenly didn’t sound so bad...

You are quickly tumbling out of your fussy objections and into a much more agreeable, trusting fuzziness.

“There’s our little bunny,” Rio easily recognizes, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Before Rio makes it out of the doorway, you call:

“Daddy?”

“Yes, conejito?”

“Can I have my Oreos now?”

Her face is brightened by a broad grin and her responding ‘absolutely’ is nearly muted by Agatha groaning.

“Told ya,” Rio tossed towards Agatha before leaving the room. 

Your confusion is quickly quelled.

“We bet on if you’d forget about the Oreos.”

Your brow scrunches. That wasn’t a smart bet... You’d never forget about Oreos.

“I just like to see her win,” Agatha shrugs, before clarifying with a loose, playful threat: “Sometimes.”

Moments like this remind you how easy your devotion to them both is. Love flows steady and unwavering, in both the smallest and biggest ways, as inevitably as a breeze through the leaves.

You cannot begin to fathom the gratefulness that thrums through your chest, heavier than anything you could ever carry. It is too destined to be labeled as luck, but you feel endlessly lucky regardless. The truth cradles you in a pillowy embrace: here, now, and always until the end of time, you cherish and are cherished in return.

Whether you found your forever, or if your forever found you, you float lazily along the stream of certainty: you are home.

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A/N: And with that, Cooties has come to an end. It will always be here for you, though, if you ever need a little TLC from your wives.

BUT, though you're feeling all better from your Cooties, the Cootie-verse has many more adventures in store for you! If you haven't already, check out 'Hello, Sailor!'. (A little birdy told me Part 2 is coming next.)

All jokes aside, real life has several factors that mean no matter how loved and cherished you are, those around you likely aren't able to dote on you 24/7. This is absolutely okay, normal, and healthy. That being said, love like this does exist, and I want you to know that you are worthy of it. If you haven't found it yet, I hope you experience it some day soon. Don't forget that it is just as important and all the more fulfilling to give this love back. Whether its to your partner, caregiver/mommy/daddy, friends, or family- everyone deserves gentle kindness.

I know many of you haven't explored much into the CGL world (if you have pls slide into my DMs- I'd love to share our experiences), but if you're curious, know you are safe to explore as little or as much as you'd like. I am by no means an expert, but can confidently say that there is no 'one-size-fits-all' approach or experience. So if certain parts intrigue you and others don't, you aren't alone!

Hearing from you all makes me so elated and I'd love to know your thoughts. Whether its theories, requests, or your thoughts, it means the world to me to hear it. Thank you for entertaining me through my first xReader fic, it has been a pleasure. You are all the reason that there is more to come!

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[anyshowwitharainbow]

Me (after posting part 4 of Cooties as a little Chrimmy present) after accidentally waking my boo up and pretending to not be on my phone refreshing my notifications in case someone comments:

[anyshowwitharainbow]

Cooties pt. 4 (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary:

What to do with a little bunny that feels all better and is Cootie-free... I'm sure your wives will think of something...

Warnings + Tags: 18+ MDNI, fluff and smut, on-the-mend-sick!reader, caring Agatha and Rio, Rio g!p, bottom reader, mommy!Agatha, daddy!Rio, prevalent cg/l themes, no mention of pronouns except a few 'they's, clit/pussy/cunt used for reader, pet names, mentions of breastfeeding/nursing, minimal discussion of a diaper, brief somnophilia, cunnilingus, anilingus, fisting, squirting

Words: 4.7k

A/N: Happy, happy holidays, bunnies. I am so sorry this took so long to get to you, but am happy you’ll get to settle into Cootie-Verse again. You’ve been so sorely missed and are anxiously awaited by Agatha and Rio. We get much more into the CGL dynamics in part 4, so please be mindful of the tags. You can skip around as you need to, but if you are uncomfortable with any of the themes mentioned I highly recommend you approach with caution if you choose to continue. If you have the time, take a moment to listen to 'just be' from Christina Perri's 'songs for rosie' album prior to reading. I know you’re (hopefully) excited, but you’ll enjoy it all the more in the right headspace. The holidays and life in general can be hard, but you are so loved. You’ve bloomed so beautifully into your life and you deserve to enjoy your little corner of the world. The universe and all its sands of time came together so you could have a place here. You, and all the things that bring you joy, were destined and have always been inevitable. I'm proud of you for being here and I'm glad out of all of life's craziness we get to share something like Cootie-verse together. Thank you for choosing to spend your time here. I will see you soon. Enjoy!

This is your last chance to read the tags. The internet is a 'choose your own adventure' space, and by proceeding you are choosing this adventure. As a general reminder, and I hope would go without saying, CGL dynamics in this fic are solely between consenting adults and do not reference or imply anything that is not between consenting adults.

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Cooties pt. 4

The evening is positioned perfectly to float lazily and peacefully past you. When you made it downstairs, you’d found your food waiting on the coffee table for you. Agatha and Rio’s food sat to each side. 

There was an outlier though. Your food, squarely in the middle, was separated into sections on what looked like a small lunch tray. You cautiously approached it, sizing it up and observing the Bluey artwork on the tray.

It is here you stand, rooted firmly in suspicion. The implication of the plate is of so little worry that it doesn’t even register with you. Rather, your suspicion is fueled solely by the fact that you’ve never seen it before.

“It’s got Bluey, baby,” Agatha says from behind you. 

She approaches, her lips briefly finding the top of your head before she guides you to sit down on the floor in front of the coffee table.

Taking her seat on the couch, she points towards the plate.

“See? It’s part of your present.”

Agatha pulls a small blue backpack from beside the couch and sets it next to you. You briefly assess its yellow accents and the patch that adorns the front pocket before you conclude its for you. Your movement to grab at it is halted when she pointedly meets your gaze. In your hesitation, your eyes flick between hers and the backpack. Her lip ticks up in amusement, and you get the feeling she is waiting for something.

You have no clue what she could be waiting for, though. Ignoring the feeling altogether, you proceed with your original plan of action and lunge towards the backpack.

“Ah, ah, bunny,” Agatha’s hand quickly presses gently against the center of your chest, softly keeping you in place, “Remember what Mommy said?”

Her touch is warm and soothes the growing antsy-ness that gnaws squarely where it rests.

“Which time?” You ask, more frustration showing than you intend. 

What an odd question for her to ask.

You think hard, regardless. She says lots of things...which one were you supposed to remember?

Her thumb gently swipes over your brow that has become furrowed from your intense thinking. As quickly as it weighs you down, your thought process is lost to her lazy chuckle. You aren’t sure what you did to earn it, but you’re glad you’re making her happy.

“I said that only good bunnies get presents,” she taps you on the nose, “Can you be good for Mommy and Daddy and eat your dinner so that we can open your present?”

“Now that’s a silly question. Our little bunny is a saint,” Rio chimes in from where she approaches, “Even when they dead leg Daddy.”

A pointed raise of Rio’s eyebrow as she joins Agatha on the couch is all it takes for guilt to tug at your heart and sting your cheeks.

Your chest bloats uncomfortably and you feel weighted down. You don’t like the discomfort the guilt carries one bit, so you quickly clamber to Rio and crawl in her lap.

“I sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s okay, conejito. Daddy knows your were just playing.” She playfully peppers kisses against your cheeks. “Plus, you’re far too small to do any real damage.”

As you blush, you work to hide away in her neck.

“Hey, its Bingo!” She observes.

Bingo?!

“Daddy! That’s Bluey!”

“Who-ey?”

With Rio’s arms wrapped around you, a third hand stroking your back breaks your focus on righting such a wrong. 

Bluey is blue! Bingo is...not blue. It’s not that hard...

“We can find out over dinner,” Agatha motions her head towards the TV where Disney+ is loading, “Preferably before it gets cold.” She adds, pointedly.

Rio eyes you over, sizing you up, and you do the same to her. Agreement comes to you both easily, and she sets you back down in front of the coffee table.

You assess your plate and its compartments. The upper row is split into three equal sections. One upper-corner has unsweetened apple sauce and the other has Oreos. In between them sits a yellow juice box with a purple wave one it- grape, your favorite. In the main compartment is your pizza- from the place next to the bookstore- cut up into small bites.

As you go for the first bite of your pizza Agatha turns on an episode of Bluey.

“Thank you for dinner, my love,” Rio whispers to Agatha.

You hear a soft ‘smooch’ from behind you. The noise of lips parting is apparent, the kiss lingering, and then lingering some more.

There will be plenty of time for kissing later.   You subtly clear your throat and hear giggles broken up by quick pecks from behind you. You don’t mind because they’re quickly followed by doting hands ready to help you finish your meal.

Agatha wipes at your fingers between bites of pizza and Rio delicately spoons apple sauce into your patiently waiting mouth. Neither of them miss your increasing glances towards the Oreos on your plate.

As they both finish their own food, you are waiting for the chance to bring up eating your dessert. You can feel Agatha’s relaxed presence sprawled on the couch and you lean in to Rio’s gentle scratches on the back of your neck. __________________________________

You do your best to pay attention to the episode of Bluey, but you feel antsy. You really want your Oreos but you want milk to go with them. You contemplate asking, but the room stirs before you can.

“Daddy,” Agatha starts, voice carrying easily, “can you go get Mr. Bear, please?”

Your cheeks flush and a wiggle rolls through you in anticipation. You try to withhold your eagerness, perhaps that is why Agatha giggles from behind you before Rio gently pats your head and walks to retrieve what Agatha is requesting.

Mr. Bear isn’t just any stuffie, he is your favorite stuffie. This high honor was bestowed for many reasons. First, he is filled just the right amount of things that make him perfectly weighted to sit on your chest and comfort you. Second, one of those things is lavender, which reminds you of the nighttime lotion Agatha rubs into your chest before bed. Third, Mr. Bear means it’s time to nurse.

“Sweetie, are you ready to come to Mommy?”

Your body hums in anticipation, though shyness works to conceal it.

“It’s just us, bunny. Come here,” her sureness sings to you, “be with me.”

She easily wills you to welcome her affections. You are vaguely aware that normally you’d fuss or fight feeling so small. The voice in your head that normally shrouds you in shame is muffled and you have no interest in trying to hear what it has to say.

You are here. You are present. This moment is all that matters to you.

Your cheeks tingle under the demand of a smile unrestrained. You’re a ball of limbs and effort as you hoist yourself into arms that your body recognizes easily: home.

Agatha gives a few dramatic grunts and gruffs as you work to get comfortable.

“There’s my sweet little bunny,” Agatha dotes.

Her scrub top lays bunched near the end table. Pale skin pebbles under your touch. The soft pink of her nipples stands at its highest peak, entrancing you at the thought of gently lapping at them.

“Come here, bunny,” Agatha squeezes you tightly to her chest, “I’m freezing.”

You observe Agatha as she pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and works to nestle you both in. Her hair, messy from a day full of earnest work, is messy and accompanied only by a mostly gone layer of mascara. The soft peaks and valleys of the crinkles by her pursed, concentrated lips, pull you to gently kiss the corner of her mouth.

A barely there chuckle- the kind that only comes in moments of soft, safe stillness- hums in her chest, the place you kissed pulling up in a satisfied smile.

“How are you feeling, little love?” She searches your features, eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort.

Her middle finger grazes across your forehead, then your cheekbone, and finishes with a gentle tap on the tip of your nose.

“You don’t feel warm. Does anything still hurt?”

You ponder her assessment. You do feel much better, but you gnaw at your lip, hesitant to say so.

“Do you remember when we talked this morning, bunny?”

You give your best ‘mmhmm’ in confirmation.

“And do you remember what Mommy said?”

You think... And you think even harder. You remember playing your tapping game. One tap for yes, two taps for no. She asked you questions... There was one question about...

“Does Mommy have a big bunny or a little bunny on her hands?”

Her words call your earlier conversation to bloom in your mind:

'Do you know whether you’re our little bunny or our big bunny we always love you the same way we love you right now?'

Peace tickles down your spine and your chest blossoms into the safety you are offered. 

“Little bunny!” You declare.

Your confidence- though it teeters from a place of reserve- makes both of you giggle.

“Mmm,” Agatha hums, brushing her knuckles along the curve of your cheek, “and does my little bunny know if they feel any better?”

The blue of her eyes is enraptured with you as it follows the path her fingers draw along your skin. 

Seeing her studious eyes locked onto you and knowing you will see them for the rest of your life pulls at the front of your throat, but only for a moment. You feel a burst of an emotion with no name that you know of before elation begins to cradle you as you float up...up...

“I think even little bunnies can use their words for Mommy, hmm?” She coaxes gently.

“Feel better!” You confirm, burying your head into her chest.

Agatha gasps.

“Good, bunny. So good for Mommy. I knew you could do it.”

She shushes you with whispers of warm affirmations: ‘Mommy’s so proud of you, baby’ and ‘My sweet little bunny’.

Soon, a soft patter of feet carries the final piece of your comfort to you. In her tow- Mr. Bear.

“Thank you, daddy.” Agatha offers while taking Mr. Bear and bringing him closer for you to hold.

He somehow feels much larger than he is as you snuggle him to your chest. Reprieve washes over you in a way you always forget it can. The pieces of you that are always wound so taut melt  into nothing. 

It’s like drifting to sleep after a long day, when you’re closer to slumber than consciousness, and your eyebrows unfurl on their own. Though you never realize the effort you exert in holding them closer to you, you are never able to ponder it much. Something in you always knows when it’s been caught. Almost as if saying: ‘oh, I didn’t realize you were still here with me. I’m here to take care of you now. Relax, rest.’ Before it sends you off to sleep.

You feel as fuzzy and soft in the company of the kiss the two women share over your head. A loose strand of Rio’s hair falls against your nose- a gentle tickle that makes you giggle. They chuckle against each others lips.

“Do you have something to say to Daddy, bunny?”

Agatha’s question is directed at you, but her eyes linger on Rio’s lips. Your decision is easy.

You pull on Rio’s collar to give her the biggest, bestest kiss you can muster. Along with you, she giggles into it, and Agatha feigns offense.

“Mmm,” Rio mumbles before pulling back, “You’re welcome,” she leans back in enough that her breath ghosts over your lips before knowingly adding, “conejito.”

If it is possible, anything left in you that is solid melts into jelly.

With Mr. Bear safely in your clutches, Agatha’s cool skin warming underneath you, and Rio working her way into snuggling in- a foggy peace encircles the three of you.

Agatha guides you to her chest and traps her lip between her teeth as you latch on. Rio scratches your back as Agatha brags on you.

“We have such a brave bunny, Daddy. Taking all of their medicine, letting their little body rest... Doing every last thing we asked so they could get all better.”

Rio’s hand shifts to lightly tap your bottom.

“Brave just like Mommy.” Rio quips.

“Do you hear that, bunny? Daddy’s trying to butter me up.”

“Is it working?” Rio asks, coyness thinly veiling her eagerness.

The resulting rhythm of Agatha’s gentle chuckle lulls you to sleep.

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The next thing you know you’re floating through the air. You’re weightless, and your content is effortless.

You notice you’re smiling as gentle tickles pull at you from the inside out.

Suddenly, you feel restricted. You’re still floating, but something sits at your center- far too tight. The weight coils tauter and tauter... Your insides stretch, surely ready to snap at any moment. Coherent thought eludes you, but you’re ready for the tension to cease.

Noises, muffled and hushed, reach your ears. Grunting? Huffing? 

Is that...?

You groggily open your eyes to a sight you’ll take with you to your grave.

Agatha’s blue eyes are lazy and unfocused, her mouth devouring you through the cloth that conceals you. Her tongue makes its best effort to lap at you and get closer to your core, but she can only find so much purchase.

Without looking away, you can clumsily gather that you’ve been moved to the bed, legs gently spread and pants removed.

She moans in time with the grunts that woke you, her chin jutting into your covered entrance in a painstakingly slow rhythm.

“There’s our little bunny,” Rio’s voice reflects the sparkle in her eyes from seeing you’ve rejoined them.

Fully taking in your surroundings, you see now that Agatha is bent over the bed as Rio repeatedly bottoms out in her.

Squelch.

A lazy ‘mmf’ is expelled into your center, the hot air teasing the hole being prodded by Agatha’s chin.

“You were so cute sleeping...” Rio recalls fondly, earnest endearment laced with a coyness that pebbles your skin, “Daddy didn’t want to wake you but Mommy was being impatient.”

Your eyes follow the soft pink trails left by Rio’s nails as she scratches up Agatha’s back. Her hand briefly tangles in the brown locks she meets at the base of Agatha’s neck, but she doesn’t pull. Rather, she untangles them easily, her nails following their same path back down to easily grip Agatha’s hip.

“I don’t think she liked me having to make you unlatch to carry you to bed.”

You look down towards Agatha, waiting for a quip, a snide remark, but none come. She is drunk on your cunt and Rio’s cock.

You throb as you further soak the garment Agatha is determined to eat through.

Your body continues to tingle, your mind present, yet still far away. If you had words to offer, Agatha’s lazy, hungry gaze has stolen them away. 

Sharp prickles ground you through your fuzziness. Your teeth scrape your fingers that have found their way to your mouth of their own accord.

How did those get there?

You’re only loosely aware that you must have been suckling them as you moan around their shape:

“Mommy.”

Rio’s eyes, fixated on your every move, ooze with love, want, and need.

“Shh, baby,” Rio whispers.

Everything seems frozen around you. The three of you are suspended in time and space- this plane of existence belonging just to you and your wives.

Rio fully sheathes herself into Agatha again.

Squelch.

“Mommy’s working on it. She’s doing such a good job at making you feel good, isn’t she, bunny?”

You nod dumbly and immediately feel Agatha hesitate. She may be drunk on you, but a piece of her seems to always be at the ready to correct you. You need her to stay in her heady stupor- her mindless euphoria and deeply rooted peace are a rare gift.

“Yes, daddy.” You offer, proud of yourself for using your words.

“Tell Mommy, bunny,” Rio redirects.

You tell Agatha how good it feels, and you tell her some more. The moment Rio requests your underwear be taken off Agatha complies without hesitation. She is alternating between sucking at your entrance and dragging her lips back and forth over your clit. 

Pleas of ‘Mommy please’ and groans of ‘Mommy it feels so good’ tumble from your lips. Your moans are unrestrained, filthy in a way that just a few years ago would have sent you into weeks of overthinking. Now, though, you are safe. You are welcome and wanted. This space is shared, but it is also yours.

Your pants and strained hums are kerosene to Agatha’s open flames of desire. She is feasting on the taste your cunt eagerly leaks, demanding more with her sloppy slurps and sucks.

In her eagerness to devour you whole, her tongue swipes over your hidden, puckered hole. All praises are stolen off your tongue.

“Don’t be shy now, or I’ll stop,” Rio warns, unaware of where Agatha's tongue has wandered, and Agatha’s nails sink deeply into the softest part of your thighs, “Do you like it when Mommy sucks on your little clit, baby?”

Agatha’s nails are just sunken enough to provide a delicious tingle of a sting. Not hurting, just speaking their warning.

The shape of Agatha’s smirk between your two entrances makes you rock into her, greedy to feel her tongue lap at your ass. Her docile submission has its limits, because she doesn’t cave in. You would be more impressed if not for the growing neediness that has you clenching and unclenching your asshole, desperate to clamp onto any sign of attention.

“I love your tongue, Mommy. Please don’t stop.”

Nothing. Blue eyes, still far away, swirl with humor. You aren’t sure if she finds your need amusing or if she’s taunting you into throwing a fit. You let the stillness linger, the only stimulation coming from the bridge of Agatha’s nose nudging against your clit every time Rio ruts into her. 

You can almost hear Agatha whispering to you: ‘Use your words, bunny. If you want something you have to tell Mommy.’

Your pride is nowhere to be found, and you fold easily under no true pressure.

“I need you to tongue fuck my ass,” you mewl pathetically, “It’s yours, Mommy. Please, just take it.”

Agatha’s eyes roll back into her head and she makes a guttural, needy noise. You hardly register the sound before her tongue hardens and she buries it deeply into your ass. Your ring stretches only to contract, working against her persistence. Her nails deeply pull at you as she brings you impossibly closer. Her arms are iron, rooting you in place as you wiggle and squirm. 

Her nose prods at your leaking entrance while her tongue settles into your ass. You are impaled onto her face and the flicking of her tongue has severed all of your cognitive function. You try to sink deeper onto her tongue, your whining and whimpering unable to magically make the muscle longer.

“See Mommy,” Rio chuckles, “I told you our little bunny made you a needy mess. They’re barely awake and you’ve got your tongue up their ass. Such a dirty Mommy.”

Every part of you is clenching, the efforts nearly painful as you’re drawn to a taut, inevitable pull.

“Daddy...” you try your best to warn, but her grip is tightening on Agatha’s hips.

“Shh, baby...the grown ups are talking,” her focus teeters between you and watching her cock spear into Agatha at a rapidly increasing pace, “Just lie back and let Mommy eat your ass.”

Rio’s chastising and focus on demolishing Agatha snaps you in two. The release from the peaking grip thrusts you head first into what can only be described as a full body meltdown.

Your body stretches and solidifies, the only contractions stemming from your lower belly and through your core. Though you’re bearing down, you blossom, and you’re further pinned into place as jets of hot liquid spurt onto Agatha’s nose and trickle into her open mouth.

The air shifts, both Rio and Agatha frozen in time with you.

“Did they just-“

“Oh, sweetie...” Agatha gasps, fully alert and clutched by longing and desire, “come here.”

Agatha moves to gather you up in her arms, but Rio expertly yanks her back onto her cock, unceremoniously staking her fully in one rough motion.

“Not so fast, babygirl,” Agatha gasps, a deep blush coloring her cheeks at the rare nickname as Rio barely ruts her hips, “Sorry, bunny. Just a second, promise. Daddy needs to give Mommy her reward.”

A nearly silent mewl falls out of Agatha. You are still high from your own orgasm, but you do your best to file the image of Agatha getting so willingly dominated and bred into the most precious recesses of your mind.

Rio pumps once, twice, before grunting and unloading as deeply as possible into Agatha. She barely has time to pull out, cum still dripping from her cock, before Agatha is crawling back to you.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Agatha coos, “Mommy got a little carried away didn’t she?” 

You try to shake your head no, but she tuts at you before holding you close.

“I forgot little bunnies like you can’t hold their cummies in for very long. I should’ve gotten your changing mat, hmm? That’s okay though, Mommy didn’t let you make too much of a mess on the bed.”

Gentle embarrassment crawls up your neck and bites at your cheeks. 

“It’s not just little bunnies, baby. Let’s see how Mommy holds up, yeah?” Rio has settled in between Agatha’s thighs and she lazily winks at you as she scoops her dribbling cum up with two fingers.

Agatha doesn’t have time to tear her eyes away from you before Rio traps her clit between her teeth and shoves her cum deeply back into Agatha’s used cunt. From the way Agatha’s face melts into pure bliss you’re certain Rio is thrumming her fingers against Agatha’s most sensitive softness. 

“More, Rio. You just had your cock in me two isn’t going to do it.”

Her words are demanding but her tone drips with need. Still, you have to stifle a giggle at the resulting eye roll Agatha gives when Rio, presumably, added another finger.

“Daddy’s gone soft on me, bunny. She normally knows what Mommy needs but here I am...cunt empty-“

An unimpressed grunt cuts her off, quickly punctuated by a moan covered up with taunting laughter.

“Holy fuck I said more, Rio. Don’t be a-“

This time, her own howl cuts her off.

“Give me your hand, bunny,” Rio commands easily, mumbling lowly: “Mommy is always so mouthy when she cums last.”

You can’t stifle your giggle this time, and lucky for both you and Rio Agatha is far too lost in her ecstasy to notice.

You only have to slightly readjust to reach Agatha’s clit. Your attempt to gather wetness from her entrance is thwarted by  Rio’s...wrist?

You peak down to see Rio’s whole hand is buried deeply into Agatha.

“I bet we can make Mommy squirt just like you did, bunny. Don’t you?”

You do. And you did. With a few strums to Agatha’s strained, rock hard clit, she easily and generously gushes for you both. 

You are only half successful in your attempt to lick her juices off of your fingers, as she traps them between both of your lips, her tongue meeting yours between and around them. You are lost in the kiss until you hear the hollow squelching that results from Rio removing her fist from Agatha.

There is a still beat of silence before you all burst into giggles at the noise.

“Mmm, come here, bunny,” Agatha grunts and peppers you in kisses, “you’re so amazing.”

Before Rio can clear her throat Agatha motions for her to join.

“You’re amazing too, Daddy,” she coos, “Always so good at taking care of Mommy and our little bunny.”

The three of you are a pile of limbs and warmth, all skillfully avoiding the wet patches on the sheets.

Rio is the first one to move, groaning under the strain of stiff post-sex joints and worn muscles.

“Nooooooooo, stay,” you protest.

“I’ll be right back, conejito,” she assures, wavering at your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“Please, daddy?” You go for the kill, but Agatha chides you softly.

“Daddy has to go get you a diaper, baby. She’s just going to the next room.”

“Wha-“ you begin to protest.

“Hush,” Agatha asserts with soft finality.

“I don’t need-“

“From what we just witnessed you can’t control this little super-soaker,” Rio pats at your still very sensitive center.

“It wouldn’t matter even if you could, bunny. It’s our job to make sure you feel safe and protected- and to know when you need the extra comfort.”

The fluffy padding does sound comforting... Despite your internal turmoil, you yearn for the calmness that always comes with Agatha or Rio dotingly securing a diaper to your hips. You’ve never used it for its intended purpose, but it feels similarly to a weighted blanket. Secure.

Even better, both Agatha and Rio find you utterly irresistible with the extra padding. Often when its worn, during the night you vaguely recognize one of their hands wandering to ‘check’ you.

Hmm...a diaper suddenly didn’t sound so bad...

You are quickly tumbling out of your fussy objections and into a much more agreeable, trusting fuzziness.

“There’s our little bunny,” Rio easily recognizes, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Before Rio makes it out of the doorway, you call:

“Daddy?”

“Yes, conejito?”

“Can I have my Oreos now?”

Her face is brightened by a broad grin and her responding ‘absolutely’ is nearly muted by Agatha groaning.

“Told ya,” Rio tossed towards Agatha before leaving the room. 

Your confusion is quickly quelled.

“We bet on if you’d forget about the Oreos.”

Your brow scrunches. That wasn’t a smart bet... You’d never forget about Oreos.

“I just like to see her win,” Agatha shrugs, before clarifying with a loose, playful threat: “Sometimes.”

Moments like this remind you how easy your devotion to them both is. Love flows steady and unwavering, in both the smallest and biggest ways, as inevitably as a breeze through the leaves.

You cannot begin to fathom the gratefulness that thrums through your chest, heavier than anything you could ever carry. It is too destined to be labeled as luck, but you feel endlessly lucky regardless. The truth cradles you in a pillowy embrace: here, now, and always until the end of time, you cherish and are cherished in return.

Whether you found your forever, or if your forever found you, you float lazily along the stream of certainty: you are home.

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A/N: And with that, Cooties has come to an end. It will always be here for you, though, if you ever need a little TLC from your wives.

BUT, though you're feeling all better from your Cooties, the Cootie-verse has many more adventures in store for you! If you haven't already, check out 'Hello, Sailor!'. (A little birdy told me Part 2 is coming next.)

All jokes aside, real life has several factors that mean no matter how loved and cherished you are, those around you likely aren't able to dote on you 24/7. This is absolutely okay, normal, and healthy. That being said, love like this does exist, and I want you to know that you are worthy of it. If you haven't found it yet, I hope you experience it some day soon. Don't forget that it is just as important and all the more fulfilling to give this love back. Whether its to your partner, caregiver/mommy/daddy, friends, or family- everyone deserves gentle kindness.

I know many of you haven't explored much into the CGL world (if you have pls slide into my DMs- I'd love to share our experiences), but if you're curious, know you are safe to explore as little or as much as you'd like. I am by no means an expert, but can confidently say that there is no 'one-size-fits-all' approach or experience. So if certain parts intrigue you and others don't, you aren't alone!

Hearing from you all makes me so elated and I'd love to know your thoughts. Whether its theories, requests, or your thoughts, it means the world to me to hear it. Thank you for entertaining me through my first xReader fic, it has been a pleasure. You are all the reason that there is more to come!

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