#cooties

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!