#marz rambles

The best Drag Queen in Gotham City is bedazzled from head to toe, I say, voraciously.

Another lovely commission for @shrugsstuff! Duke seems to be living a double life~~

No dialogue version under the cut!

pairings : older Lara Raj x older Manon Bannerman x younger fem!reader genre : fluff, smut warnings : dirty talk, humiliation, fingering, mouth spitting, suggestive, degradation, spanking , (headcannons? ..) , !!age gap!!, rough!Lara, Soft!Manon, mommy kink. !y/n is 19 (deffo not self indulgent) Manon-29, Lara-26! If you don't like age gaps like these please dont read.

You hated how small you felt between them sometimes.

Not in the way Manon meant when she smiled and told you how perfectly you fit against her, or how Lara would pull you closer without thinking, like you belonged there.

No this was different.

It was in the way they carried themselves. The way they knew things. The way they never seemed unsure. Manon, twenty-nine, calm and steady—like nothing could really shake her. Lara, twenty-six, sharp and intense—every movement deliberate, every word calculated.

And you? Nineteen.

Still trying to catch up to a world they already seemed to understand.

“You’re doing it again,” Manon murmured softly, her fingers warm as they tilted your chin up. You didn’t even realize you’d been staring off until she pulled you back. “I’m not,” you mumbled, even though your voice lacked any real conviction.

Manon’s lips curved slightly, not buying it. “You are.”

“You definitely are,” Lara added from across the room, her tone already edged with irritation.

Your eyes snapped to her. “Can you not start?”

She scoffed lightly, pushing herself off the wall. “I’m not starting anything. I’m pointing out the obvious.”

“Yeah, well,” you shot back, crossing your arms, “sorry I’m not as put together as you.”

That did it.

The shift in the room was immediate—subtle, but heavy. Lara moved before you could even think to step back. Two strides, and she was right in front of you.

Her hand came up, gripping your jaw—firm, controlled, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch as she tilted your face toward hers.

“Watch your tone,” she said quietly.

Not loud. Not yelling.

Which somehow made it worse.

Your heart jumped, but you didn’t look away. You never did not from her, you didn't really dare to. Instead, your lips twitched with that same stubborn defiance that always got you into trouble.

“Or what?” you muttered.

Manon sighed softly under her breath. “Oh, here we go…”

Lara’s eyes darkened slightly, her grip tightening just a fraction.

“You really don’t know when to stop,” she said.

You huffed, trying to pull back just enough to be difficult. “Maybe I just don’t like being talked down to.”

“Then stop acting like a stubborn bitch."

You opened your mouth again, ready with another sharp reply but you didn’t get the chance to finish.

Lara’s thumb pressed against your lower lip, firm and unyielding, forcing your mouth open just enough to cut you off mid-sentence. Before she forced you mouth open a bitch more, she grabbed your waist and shoved you closer to her, dominant. She spit in your mouth. A string of saliva connecting her tounge and into your mouth.

The words died instantly. Laras voice cut thru, breaking the thin string of saliva. "Swallow it."

Your breath hitched—more from the sudden control than anything else as your eyes flickered with surprise… and something just as stubborn underneath.

“Still talking?” Lara muttered, her voice low, almost cold now. “No. Don’t think so.”

The room went quiet.

For a moment, it was just her hand on your face, her presence overwhelming, and the way she held your gaze like she was daring you to try again.

From the side, Manon exhaled softly, shaking her head. “Lara…”

“She’s pushing it,” Lara replied without looking away from you.

“And you’re feeding into it,” Manon said, stepping closer.

Neither of you moved.

You could feel your heartbeat now, fast, uneven, but you refused to let her see you fold completely.

Your eyes narrowed slightly instead, still holding onto that bratty edge, even if it was weaker now.

Lara noticed.

Of course she did. Her expression didn’t soften, but something in it shifted, just barely, like she was deciding whether to push further or pull back.

Then, after a second too long, she let go.

Your breath came out sharper than you intended, and you instinctively stepped back half a step, your hand brushing your jaw like you needed to remind yourself you were still in control too.

“…You’re so demanding,” you muttered, like you weren't in enough trouble already. You just had to push her every button.

Lara let out a short laugh, humorless but not as sharp as before. “And you’re a brat. This isn’t new.”

Before you could snap back, Manon stepped in between you both literally and emotionally.

Her hand came up to your cheek, soft, grounding, the complete opposite of Lara’s grip.

“Hey,” she said gently, her voice lowering just for you. “Come here.”

You didn’t resist this time.

Manon’s thumb brushed lightly under your eye, even though you weren’t crying just overwhelmed in a way you didn’t want to admit.

“You being younger doesn’t make you less,” she said, steady and sure. “It just means you’re still figuring things out. That’s allowed.”

Your shoulders dropped slightly. This serious talk again, you'd rather it just be more ... you, playful, teasing.

From behind her, Lara clicked her tongue quietly. “We’re not babysitting you.”

Manon glanced back at her. “That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what she thinks,” Lara replied.

You looked at her again. “…I don’t think that.”

“Yeah?” Lara raised an eyebrow. “Then stop acting like you don’t belong here.” That hit harder than you expected. Because that was exactly what you’d been feeling.

Silence settled for a second. Then, quieter, still firm, still very Lara, she added .. “If it actually bothered me… I wouldn’t be here.”

Your gaze flickered. “…You’re still mean,” you said after a moment, softer now.

Lara smirked faintly. “And you’re still a brat.”

Manon huffed a small laugh, shaking her head as she pulled you closer into her her chest, like wanting to see if Laras dominance actually hurt you in a way. “Unbelievable, both of you.”

“…She started it,” you muttered.

“I did not,” Lara shot back.

“You did-”

“Okay,” Manon cut in, amused now. “We are not doing round two of this bullshit.”

That earned a small huff from both of you. But neither of you moved away.

And after a moment, Lara stepped closer again—not as intense this time, but still close enough that her presence lingered. You didn’t feel as small anymore.

Not really.

" Attention seeker "

You were already bored ten minutes in.

Manon’s family house was warm, loud in that effortless way big families always were. Someone was cooking, someone else was laughing too loudly, and you were sitting way too upright on the couch like you belonged in a museum exhibit instead of a living room.

Manon was in the kitchen talking to her parents like she’d done it a hundred times before, calm, confident, completely at ease.

Lara was nearby but quieter, observing everything with that sharp, unreadable expression she always had around people she didn’t fully trust yet.

And you?

You were spiraling.

“They’ve got weird mugs,” you muttered out loud, picking one up and inspecting it like it had personally offended you.

Manon glanced over. “It’s a normal mug.”

“It’s too small.”

“It’s a mug.”

You leaned back on the couch, sighing. Probably annoyed, basically annoyed at fucking everything at this point. “This couch is also weird.”

Lara’s eyes flicked to you. “It’s a couch.”

You sighed dramatically. “I miss our place.”

Manon raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Then you leaned forward slightly, voice louder than necessary. “Also, why is everyone just standing around like this? It’s kind of awkward.”

A few heads turned.

Manon’s smile tightened just a little. “Okay,” she said gently, walking over. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You groaned. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“That’s why I want to talk to you.”

You stood anyway, rolling your eyes, following her out of the room.

Manon tries first.

She guided you into a quieter hallway, closing the door behind you.

“Hey,” she said softly, “what’s going on?”

You crossed your arms. “Nothing. I just don’t like it here.”

“That’s not true,” Manon said calmly. “You’re acting out.”

“I’m not acting out.”

“You are,” she repeated gently. “You’ve been restless all evening. Snappy. Demanding attention.”

You scoffed. “Maybe I just want attention.” Then your face hardend, annoyed? Definitely. Because why would they take you to something this incredibly fucking boring? It made you want to twist your brains into mush.

Manon studied you for a moment, still patient. “You have it.”

“That’s not what I mean.” you protested.

She sighed lightly. “I know.”

A beat passed.

“You don’t need to perform like this in front of everyone,” she added. “You’re safe here.”

But you weren’t listening properly anymore. Manon was being too sappy. You liked that she cared, you wanted more action.

Your eyes flicked away, already bored again. “Can we go back now?”

Manon paused. Then she exhaled, like she’d reached the edge of her patience—but still calm. “I think Lara should talk to you,” she said finally.

Your expression shifted immediately. “Oh, great.”

Lara takes over.

Lara didn’t even ask.

She just showed up, opened the door, and looked at you like she already knew exactly what was happening.

“Out,” she said.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Her gaze sharpened. “Now.”

Manon gave you a small, almost apologetic look before stepping aside.

You muttered something under your breath but followed anyway. Lara led you down the hallway, away from the noise, into a quiet room and closed the door behind you. Then she turned. “Do you want to behave like this in front of my family too?” she asked flatly.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just being honest.”

“No,” she cut in immediately. “You’re being difficult for attention.”

You frowned. “That’s not—”

“Stop,” Lara said sharply.

That made you pause.

She stepped closer not touching you yet, but close enough that it forced your focus back onto her.

“You don’t get to disrupt every room you walk into just because you feel insecure,” she said, voice lower now. “You don’t get to pick at everything and everyone because you’re uncomfortable.”

Your jaw tightened. “You’re acting like I’m a problem.”

“I’m acting like you’re overwhelmed and taking it out on everyone else.”

Silence.

Your eyes flickered away again, but she didn’t let you escape it.

“Look at me,” Lara said.

You didn't. That made Lara snap. Lara grabbed you, locked the door and dragged you to a chair. She sat down first then shoving you into her lap. your stomach hittinf her lap with force that made you let out a little groan that you didn't know you were holding in. Lara scrunched your dress up before hoisting it over your waist. You were wearing lingere, beacause. Well you knew this was going to happen. You smirked in victory. Then came a slap. Laras hand hitting your ass in a firm slap that made your skin sting in after-thought. That surprised you. "You think this lingere is going to stop me from spanking you to give you some fucking manners?" Another harsh slap that echoed in the room. Tears in your eyes already began swelling up, truth was. You didnt like being treated like some toddler thats getting scolded by her mother. Another smack. "Are you going to fucking answer me slut?." Another slap, which let a whine out of you. You couldn't let up now, your pride was too strong. You were truly too subborn to let up. Lara scoffed mockingly. A series of slaps came in, it made your skin sting after, like really burn. In a way, you knew this was coming. For being bratty, annoying to Manon and Lara, and mostly unfair .. You swallowed your pride, as much as it hurt your ego. You really wanted to be able to walk without limping. "i-im sorry Lar-" Lara seemed to calm down but scoffed shortly after. She rubbed her hand on the stinging red skin on your ass. You let out a whine. "Im sorry mommy!" "Thats better."

Laras hand stopped, then you felt your silky dress being pushed down to its orignal place. You sighed of releif, grateful that atleast Laras ongoing toture stopped. The silk releived some of that pain.

Aftermath.

Lara didn’t raise her voice again.

She just stayed there with you until the tension started to burn out of your system.

“You need to watch your tone in public y/n." she said after a moment, softer now. “But you need to stop acting like you’re alone in this house.”

Your throat tightened slightly.

“…I didn’t like it,” you admitted quietly.

“I know,” she replied immediately. A pause. Then, more carefully: “Next time, say that instead of tearing the whole place apart.”

You looked down. “…Okay.”

A beat passed before she exhaled and stepped back slightly, giving you space again.

“Breathe,” she said simply.

And you did.

Manon "afterward"

You found Manon back in the kitchen.

She looked at you immediately, reading your face in seconds.

“…Lara was intense, and it hurt.” you muttered.

Manon sighed. “Was she fair?”

You hesitated. then added-small. Because well your pride was hurt enough.

“…Yeah.”

Manon nodded slowly. “Then I’m not mad at her.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Excuse me?”

She gave you a small, knowing look. “I’m not excusing her actions, but you were pushing everyone tonight.”

You groaned, dropping your head into her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her waist. “I didn’t mean to.”

Manon’s hand came up to your back, soothing. “I know.”

From behind you, Lara walked in, arms crossed.

“She’ll survive,” Lara said flatly.

Manon shot her a look. “You didn’t have to be that harsh.”

“I wasn’t,” Lara replied. “She was worse.”

You mumbled into Manon’s shoulder, “I can hear you.” you threaded carefully now .. "And it hurt .."

Lara smirked faintly. “Good.”

Manon sighed again.

And you?

You stayed right there between them.

A little embarrassed.

A little calmer. (+ BONUS ) -

The moment you got home, the energy in the apartment shifted.

The door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly everything from the evening hit at once the noise, the tension, the way Lara had looked at you when she finally pulled you aside.

Lara didn’t say a word.

She just exhaled, already peeling off her jacket as she walked past. “I’m going upstairs,” she muttered. “I need to change.”

And just like that, she disappeared up the stairs. No lingering. No checking in.

Just Lara.

You stood in the hallway for a second too long, arms folded loosely around yourself. Then Manon spoke gently from behind you.

“Hey.”

You turned. She was already sitting on the couch, relaxed in that way she always was when she decided the situation was over for now. One arm draped along the backrest, the other patting the space beside her.

“Come here,” she said softly.

You hesitated.

Not because you didn’t want to. Because you weren’t sure what version of you she was about to deal with.

Manon noticed immediately. Her expression softened. “I’m not upset with you,” she added. “Just sit with me.”

That did it.

You crossed the room and sank down beside her, still a little stiff. For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Manon shifted closer slowly, deliberately, until her shoulder pressed lightly against yours.

“Lara didn't mean that personally love,” she murmured.

Your shoulders dropped a fraction without you meaning them to.

Manon’s hand came up and started tracing slow, calming circles along your back steady, repetitive, grounding.

Not demanding. Not correcting. Just… there, like a girlfriend should.

You exhaled shakily, staring down at your hands. “She was mad at me,” you said quietly.

“She was firm,” Manon corrected gently. “There’s a difference.”

You frowned slightly.

Manon tilted her head. “Do you know why she did it?”

“…Because I was being annoying.”

Manon gave a small hum, slightly smiling despite herself. She wasn't being mocking. Not agreeing, not disagreeing. “Because you were overwhelmed and taking it out on everyone in the room.”

Silence.

Your fingers curled slightly into your sleeves. “I didn’t mean to ruin it,” you muttered.

“I know,” Manon said immediately, her hand still moving in slow, soothing circles. “You don’t do it on purpose.”

That made something in your chest loosen a little.

Manon shifted again, pulling you just a bit closer so your shoulder rested properly against hers.

“You don’t have to perform to be noticed,” she said softly. “You don’t have to act out to be held.”

Your throat tightened. “I already see you,” she added. That landed. Quietly.

From upstairs, you heard faint movement Lara settling in, the sound of a door closing.

But down here, everything was still. Manon’s hand never stopped moving.

After a moment, she leaned her head lightly against yours. She pulled you into her arms, making you lie down on her chest softly.

“I think she scared me a bit,” you admitted quietly.

Manon didn’t hesitate. she chuckled softly. “She’s intense. But she’s not unsafe with you.”A pause.

Then, softer: “And I’m right here. I know Lara can be a bit rough sometimes. I'm not saying im better then her." Manon chuckled softly once again. "-But i'll always be here and comfort you after her rough handling."

That made your eyes sting a little, though you didn’t say it.

Instead, you shifted closer on your own this time, resting more fully into her chest, more relaxed and soft. Instead of being stiff and awkward.

Manon adjusted instantly, like it was second nature, wrapping an arm more securely around you steady, protective, warm. She placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“There,” she murmured. “Stay here for a while.”

And for once, you didn’t argue.

You'd been pacing the apartment for what felt like hours, the clock ticking past midnight. Rehearsals had dragged on again, Manon and Lara, buried in their group's endless dance routines and vocal runs. At 29 and 26, they thrived on the chaos, the sweat and rhythm that kept their world spinning. But you? At 19, with hormones that hit like a freight train, the empty space beside you in bed was torture.

You tried distractions. Scrolled through your phone, blasted music, even attempted a cold shower. Nothing worked. The ache between your thighs built slow at first, a warm throb that turned insistent, demanding. Your fingers had wandered once or twice, brushing over the damp fabric of your shorts, but it wasn't enough. You needed themtheir hands, their mouths, the way they knew exactly how to unravel you.

The door finally clicked open around 1 a.m., and there they were: Manon, tall and commanding with her dark hair tied back, still in her rehearsal tank top that clung to her curves from the day's exertion. Lara followed, shorter but no less magnetic, her dark skin flushed, ponytail loose and messy. They kicked off their shoes, dropping bags by the door, and their eyes landed on you immediately. You were curled on the couch in just an oversized tee and those shorts, legs pressed together, biting your lip.

"Hey, baby," Lara said first, her voice soft but teasing as she crossed the room. She dropped beside you, hand immediately finding your knee. "Missed us that much?"

Manon hung back a second, leaning against the wall with a knowing smirk. Her green eyes scanned you, sharp as ever. "Looks like she did more than miss us." She pushed off, sauntering over to kneel in front of the couch, her hands settling on your thighs. "What's got you all fidgety, y/n? Tell us."

You squirmed under their attention, heat flooding your cheeks—and lower. "You were gone forever. I... I couldn't wait." The words tumbled out, needy and raw. Your body betrayed you, hips shifting just a little, seeking friction.

Lara chuckled low, her fingers tracing up your inner thigh, close enough to make you gasp but not quite there. "Poor thing. All alone and aching?" She leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "We can fix that."

Manon's grip tightened, parting your legs gently but firmly. She looked up at you, that dominant edge in her gaze making your pulse race. "Yeah? Show us how bad it is." Her thumb pressed against the edge of your shorts, right where the heat pulsed hottest. You whimpered, nodding, and she hooked her fingers in the waistband, tugging them down slow. The cool air hit your bare skin, and you were already slick, embarrassingly so.

"God, look at you," Manon murmured, approval lacing her tone. She didn't waste time her mouth followed, hot and sure, tongue flicking against your clit in a single, deliberate stroke that had your back arching. You cried out, hands flying to her hair, but Lara caught your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other slipped under your shirt to tease a nipple.

"Easy," Lara whispered, her free hand joining Manon's between your legs. Her fingers circled your entrance, dipping in just enough to coat them before sliding up to rub alongside Manon's tongue. The dual sensation Manon's firm laps and Lara's slick presses sent sparks up your spine. You were soaked, hips bucking involuntarily, chasing more.

They worked you like they did everything else: in sync, relentless. Manon sucked gently on your clit, her hands spreading you wider, while Lara's fingers finally pushed inside two at once, curling just right to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "That's it, let go," Lara breathed, her voice husky now, eyes dark with want. She released your wrists to kiss you deep, swallowing your moans as Manon hummed against you, the vibration pushing you closer.

The build was fast, your body wound tight from hours of waiting. Lara's thumb found your clit when Manon shifted lower, tongue thrusting in alongside her fingers, and it was too much. You shattered, thighs clamping around Manon's head, cries muffled into Lara's mouth as waves crashed over you. They didn't stop, drawing it out until you trembled, oversensitive and boneless.

Manon pulled back first, lips glistening, a satisfied grin on her face. "Better?" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, climbing onto the couch to pull you into her lap.

Lara nuzzled your neck, fingers still lazily stroking inside you. "We're not done yet, though. Your turn to help us unwind."

You nodded weakly, already stirring again under their touch. The night was young, and they were just getting started. -

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over the rumpled sheets. You'd been teasing them all evening. little touches, lingering glances, until the air hummed with tension. Manon and Lara exchanged a look, their dark skin flushed from the wine and the heat building between you three, pulled you onto the bed first, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she settled against the headboard. At 29, she moved with that effortless control, her lighter brown skin warm against your back as you leaned into her chest, her heartbeat steady under your shoulders.

Lara, 26 and done with the slow build, stood at the foot of the bed, buckling the strap-on with deliberate snaps. Her dark eyes locked on yours, a smirk curling her full lips. "Enough playing nice," she said, voice low and rough. She climbed onto the mattress, grabbing your ankles to yank you flat on your back. still pressed against Manon's front. Manon's hands slid down immediately, gripping your thighs and forcing them apart wide, exposing you completely. The cool air hit your already slick folds, making you shiver.

"Look at her, Manon," Lara murmured, kneeling between your spread legs. Her dark skin gleamed under the light as she lined up the thick silicone, the tip brushing your entrance. She gathered your wetness with a slow drag, coating it fully, and you whimpered, hips twitching. "So fucking desperate already. Bet you've been dripping for us all night, haven't you? Little slut can't even wait."

You nodded, breath hitching, but words failed as she pushed in hard, no mercy. The stretch burned sweet, filling you inch by inch until she bottomed out, setting a rough pace right away. Each thrust slammed deep, the harness grinding against her own clit, but her focus was all on you. Manon's arms pinned yours down, her breath hot on your neck as she held you open, thighs trembling in her grasp.

"Take it," Lara growled, hips snapping forward. "That's all you're good for right now, isn't it? Just a needy hole for mommy to fuck." Her dirty words hit like sparks, humiliating and hot, making your walls clench around the strap. You were soaked, the wet sounds echoing with every rough plunge, your body jolting against Manon's chest.

The rhythm built brutal, Lara's dark curls bouncing as she drove in harder. "Say it. Tell mommy how much you love it."

"L-Lara" you gasped, the name slipping out in the haze, raw and unintended.

She paused mid-thrust, eyes flashing with something wicked pleasure, not anger. A grin spread across her face. "Oh, baby. Try again." She pulled back almost all the way, then slapped your cunt sharp and stinging, the impact jolting through you like electricity. You cried out, a mix of shock and pleasure, clit throbbing from the hit. "That's for forgetting your manners."

She rammed back in, pace turning punishing, hips pistoning as she chased your unraveling. Manon's free hand snaked down now, fingers finding your clit, swollen and sensitive from the slap. She circled it firm, matching Lara's rhythm, pinching just enough to make you arch. "Come on baby .." Manon whispered in your ear as she held you steady. "Let go for us."

The dual assault broke you fast, Lara's deep, relentless rams stretching you wide, Manon's skilled fingers rubbing you to the edge. You shattered with a sob. walls pulsing around the strap as ecstasy ripped through you, body shaking against Manon's hold. They drew it out, Lara grinding slow through your spasms, Manon easing the pressure until you went limp, panting.

Lara eased out gently then, unbuckling the harness and tossing it aside. She slid up beside you, her dark hand stroking your hair as Manon shifted to cradle you fully, pulling the covers over all three of you. "Are you okay love? Did i go too harsh on you?" Lara murmured, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "You took that so well either way .." You hummed softly, you knew Lara got a bit carried away.

Manon grabbed a warm cloth from the nightstand, wiping you clean with careful touches. her lighter fingers soothing the sting. "Rest now," she said, voice soft as she tucked you between them. Lara fetched water, holding the glass to your lips while Manon massaged your thighs, easing the ache. They sandwiched you close, whispers of praise filling the quiet until sleep tugged you under, safe and spent.

an - Okay i locked in for the smut and forgot to fucking section it out .. As a dyslexic person myself i am so sorry if theres any wrong/mispelled words. I wrote this in swedish and translated it, im sorry if the words were messed up in any way...

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