connoisseur of cate dunlap's mommy issues

is this a joke blog or real life?

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masterlist of current content

Current fandoms: The boys and gen v

I take requests for Victoria Neuman, Firecracker, Sister Sage, Queen Maeve, Starlight, Cate Dunlap, Marie Moreau, and Indira Shetty

NSFW Alphabet series

Victoria Neuman

Firecracker

Indira Shetty

Sister Sage

Cate Dunlap

Starlight

Stuff on Ao3

My Prescription

My Love Can Double as a Weapon Too

Be Nice to Me, Don't Let me Go

~more to come~

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hiii, love your work so much! The way you write cate gives puppy vibes and im honestly obsessed. if you’re still taking requests, could you do cate x indira where cates super clingy and needy and indira has to fight a hard inner battle and not give in, when cate practically begs indira to touch her, because of indiras status as the dean and their whole dynamic, but then one night cate gets drunk and somehow ends up at Indiras and then the clingy and neediness is basically just increased tenfold and cates desperation and desire is completely unfiltered and indira finally can’t take it anymore and gives in

content: intoxication, driving while distracted, short piece

not exactly to the prompt, but figured I'd get something out

Cate's hand on Indira's thigh was warm and heavy. And oh so mischievous, rubbing circles and trying not so subtly to climb into the crevice between Indira's jeans.

No matter how many times Indira removed Cate's hand, it kept coming back, trying to unsuccessfully undo her zipper.

"Cate, I am driving," Indira said with notable irritation, because the pulse in her neck was pounding. Cate reeked of alcohol next to her. Indira had known to go looking for her because Cate hadn't taken the rejection well.

Hours earlier Cate had been a touch too needy, a touch too whimpering and said the wrong thing. Indira had known this inevitably would come, the signs were all there, blazing at her brightly. She had said no, because she couldn't. She was dean.

It had been pure torture to say it. And Cate had looked tortured at the no. She'd run off and done what a college aged supe with heartache did. She drank and danced until Indira had grown concerned and found her.

It seemed heartache was far from Cate's mind.

"Jus' a little," she slurred in the seat next to Indira's as Indira tried to focus on the road. It was hard to when she was concerned about Cate and the state she was in. She'd never seen a supe drunk before.

"Cate, I need to get you home safe," Indira said, swallowing thickly. She avoided looking over at Cate whose shoulder strap was slipped, half her breast spilling out.

Cate whined in annoyance and undid her seatbelt.

"Cate- get back in your seat-"

Cate climbed over the console and Indira, with a huff of annoyance, pulled the car over on the street. She put it in park and watched with mounting anticipation of what Cate would do.

Cate slid into her lap, so hot to the touch. "Touch me, please," she said, reaching for Indira's hand and placing it over her breast. Indira could feel her pulse in her throat, breath catching. Indira could feel how hard Cate's nipple was through her shirt.

When Indira didn't do anything with her hand, Cate squeezed down on it so it squeezed her tit. She smiled into the motion.

"Cate, I already told you-" Indira started, not liking how unsteady her voice was. Didn't Cate know how alluring she was? How hard it was to resist her everyday?

Indira didn't know if she could keep acting disinterested like this. Not when Cate threw herself at her.

"We can pretend. I can lie. Say I blackmailed you," Cate said, her eyes glazed over, hand still holding Indira's. "I don't care." Her voice was thick now and it wasn't from alcohol. "I just need you to touch me. Please. It hurts so bad."

She choked out a whimper, bucking her hips into Indira.

Indira sucked in a breath, meeting Cate's eyes. She shouldn't do this, she really shouldn't. But with the cover of night and the empty road, things felt different, like the secret moment would be protected.

Indira lifted up her other hand and cupped the back of Cate's head. Cate immediately melted into it, groaning with joy into the kiss. She was like a live wire, unable to stay still, hands trying to touch every last inch of Indira, while Indira was the calm eye of the storm, holding Cate steady.

"I've got you," she whispered, letting her lips devour Cate's less coordinated ones. A shudder of delight filled Indira. It felt so good to finally have Cate like this, to finally reach out to her and touch her and kiss her. "All mine."

Cate pressed in deeper for the kiss until they were pressed so closely together it was hard to tell in the dark where one ended and one began.

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hi i absolutely love your fics, any more cate indira stuff to be put on ao3 anytime soon? your writing is sooo addicting as someone who relates to cate and sees myself in her more than anything. anything submissive mommy issues cate PLEASEE. breastfeeding, lobotomized etc whatever u want just her and indira i beg

Here's a sneak peak of a work I've been sitting on for a while. It's from Luke's perspective and he's suspicious of how close Cate and Shetty are for good reason.

This time they spent some time milling around in the kitchen, he could smell the delicious food wafting out through the window. They passed through the living room to the dining room and he scrambled to find another view to look into the room, aware of what a stalker he was being. This was entirely not a healthy method of approaching his partner, but something in his brain was screaming at him that something was wrong about this scene.

They sat down to eat their dinner.

“Your pasta looks good,” Cate said, with a small pout.

“Here,” dean Shetty forked some onto her utensil and offered it to Cate across the table. Cate made eye contact with the dean as her hand gripped onto Shetty's wrist to hold it there, lips wrapped around the food and slowly pulling back. There was something oddly sensual about the action though Shetty didn't blink an eye at it.

Cate hummed as she chewed and swallowed it down.

“I told you, you should have added the cheese. It makes the cream thicker.”

“I think I'll need to take more cooking classes with you,” Cate said, spearing her own food to eat it. They talked about school and how her studies were going, all nothing important.

Later on they retired to the couch where Cate sat sideways on Indira's lap, showing her videos on her phone.

“I will never understand the fascination with social media and these memes,” Shetty frowned, a confused furrow between her brows as her arms held onto Cate's legs and hips to keep her steady on her lap while Cate's left arm hung around her shoulder.

“Most of them are not supposed to make much sense,” Cate said, scrolling down. “Have you not seen God U's tiktoks? You're in a few of them.”

“I haven't watched any of them.”

“That's actually wild, how could you not. We're fixing that right now.” Cate pulled up the videos, playing them for Shetty while her free hand idly played with the ends of Indira's hair.

Silence for a while as Shetty watched. “These all have so many views,” Shetty noted, before shooting Cate a smile. “Are half of these views from you?”

Cate's cheeks turned red and she rolled her eyes. “They are not. I only watched these a few times.”

“A few times only?” Shetty hummed, hiding her smile into Cate's neck, eyes looking up as Cate's face got redder and redder.

“Fine, a few dozen times. But I've watched dozens of tiktoks over and over-”

“Not a boring video like mine.”

“It's not boring,” Cate mumbled.

“You're biased,” Shetty tsked. Cate huffed and pulled up some more videos for them to scroll down, Shetty continuing to humor her. Cate's eyes would flick up from the screen to the dean's face, watching for a reaction.

The sky was getting dark outside and Luke figured it was time to leave. He was wasting his time, being an idiot. He felt something was off but nothing had happened, and wouldn't happen. Cate had to have a good explanation for this.

He was about to leave from his spot by the window when he heard Shetty's voice rise up sharply. “Cate, we've discussed this.”

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Will we see new fics from you soon?

If I can get my shit together, then yes

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How’s mean girl Cate part 5 going?

She left and took the kids :(

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Could you do cate being under the influence of something that affects supes and she is all over indira?? Love your stuff :))

content: cate on drugs, cate being all over indira, unclear boundaries, implied indira being into this for manipulative reasons

"Cate, are you listening?"

Indira's words swim in Cate's ears, barely audible over the coursing of her blood. Her body feels light but heavy at the same time. Desire fills her and it's all she can do to force herself to remain seated. Her hands grip her knees and she nods her head in a delayed manner when she realizes that Indira has asked her a question.

"Yes," she mumbles out and she's starting to sweat from how uncomfortably warm she is. She's thinking about if she can take off her shirt or not and if that will be weird. They're in Indira's office for office hours so it's only them. Maybe Cate can get away with it for a little bit.

Indira frowns at her and then moves from behind her desk to sit on the desk in front of Cate, gripping her chin in her cool hand. Cate's eyes droop lower at this, the contrast in temperature feeling so, so nice.

"Cate, did you take something? You're so warm," Indira says.

"I'm fine," she mumbles out but Indira isn't convinced, especially not with how Cate's body leans into her, almost falling out of her seat. Indira pries one of Cate's eyes open and tsks when she sees how blown out her pupils are.

"What did you take?"

Cate's tongue feels heavy in her mouth and she doesn't want to talk, not when she can smell Indira so sharply. She smells so good. Cate slips so far out of the chair that she drops to the floor on her knees.

"Cate!" Indira says sharply, helping Cate up to her feet by lifting her up under her armpits. Cate drops into her, groaning lightly under her breath when she feels the fabric of Indira's clothing against her skin.

It feels way too nice. She nuzzles her face into the crook of Indira's neck. Fuck, she wants to feel even more of Indira. Her mouth opens but then Indira is pulling her head back. "Cate, I'm worried. You're not acting like yourself."

"I'm fine," Cate mumbles. Her hands have gotten lost somewhere up Indira's shirt because Indira is yanking them out a second later. Indira looks confused and worried.

"I need to get you some water. Then I'm taking you to the-"

Indira doesn't finish because Cate leans in and kisses her. She means to kiss her mouth but she misses. She kisses the corner of her mouth instead, inhaling sharply. She turns her head to catch more of Indira's lips but Indira is moving her head aside and Cate whines. The drugs coursing through her veins are amplifying how horny she's getting.

She should have never come here, but how could she resist when Indira asked her to come to her office? She craved to be around the other woman and her control was worse now. In her delirium, Cate finally makes an effort to pull herself away from Indira realizing that she's done too much.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, unable to meet the other woman's eyes. Tears are beginning to slip down them. Indira's hand cups her cheek and Cate looks over at her. Through her blurry vision she can't tell if Indira is upset or not at her.

"It's alright Cate. Just whatever you're on, promise me you won't do that again? I want my little girl to be safe."

Cate can't quite stop her visceral reaction to those words, moaning as her thighs squeeze together reflexively. Cate really hopes that Indira just thinks she's horny overall and not specifically because of her. This wasn't the way Cate had imagined this evening going. She had told herself she would never burden Indira with her feelings. She should have said no to the office hours. She should have never left her dorm room. She should have never taken the supe drugs from Andre.

"Oh, Cate," Indira sighs as she strokes her thumb across Cate's overheating cheek. Cate's teeth are digging into her bottom lip, trying to hold in the coiling snake of desire that writhes inside her gut like it is trying to get outside. "What will I do with you now?" It sounds more like Indira is asking herself, cocking her head to the side with a new hungry interest in Cate.

A slue of dirty ideas run through Cate's head but she forces herself to remain quiet. Indira sits her down in the chair and heads over to get her some water.

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Hear me out sister sage x firecracker where sister sage was kinda desperate for a quicky but still wanted firecracker to lobotomize her and firecracker doesn't do it and fs her without lobotomy..... Sister sage enjoyed it

content: nsfw, finger fucking, thigh riding, mentions of lobotomy

"Can you hurry up already? I don't have all damn day."

"Someone sure is bein' uppity after coming to me for some help," Firecracker said, clicking her tongue at Sage. They were currently spread out on Firecracker's bed, Sage underneath Firecracker who was sitting on her hips. She looked at the long silvery item in her hand.

"Stick it in already," Sage encouraged, hands digging in painfully into Firecracker's hips.

"Where?"

"Have you no clue what a lobotomy is? Of course you don't. I should have expected," she muttered darkly. She reached for the tool and Firecracker yanked it out of reach.

"I know what one of those are. I went to college. Took an intro to psych class." Firecracker sniffed, irked by Sage's demeaning of her. Why did everyone have to buy Firecracker's dumb persona act so well?

"Just give it to me. I'll do it." Sage again tried to grab it but Firecracker tossed it aside to where it fell onto the floor with a metallic clank.

"I don't think so, darlin'," she said, smiling down at Sage. "I know why you use it, and you won't be needing it."

"Misty-"

Firecracker leaned in and kissed Sage to shut her up. The kiss was messy and sloppy, tongues swirling together. Firecracker pulled back a little bit, smirking down at her. "Because I'm going to fuck the brains out of you myself, honey."

Quickly, she snaked a hand down the front of Sage's pants, feeling the warm wetness collecting there. Sage bit her bottom lip, refusing to give Firecracker the satisfaction of knowing how it affected her. Firecracker grinned and allowed her fingers to pass over Sage's lower lips and her clit, slowly building her up while her other hand went down to chest, pulling up her shirt and kneading her breasts, plucking playfully at her nipples before sucking one into her mouth.

Sage groaned out loudly, rolling her hips into Firecracker despite her efforts not to. Her eyes fluttered shut as Firecracker grinned into the ministrations, slipping two fingers into Sage as she continued to pump into her.

All of this was turning her on and she ground against Sage's leg, trying to build herself up and get herself off too. Sage's hands grabbed her ass and pulled her into her, trying to get her closer.

Their bodies moved in united motion, Firecracker adding another finger into Sage and then another, wetness sloshing against her palm as Sage dripped all over her. Sage's back arched up and Firecracker bit down on her nipple, heightening her sensation as Sage fought against the oncoming orgasm.

Firecracker buried her face into Sage's neck, riding her harder, her own wetness warm against her panties. "Come on darlin'," she crooned softly, breath hot against skin.

"Shit," Sage gasped out and gave in, eyes slipped closed and grabbing Firecracker's face to messily kiss her. Firecracker came a few seconds later, drenching through her pants and leaving a wet patch on Sage's own. She shuddered in relief while Sage cursed under her breath a few more times.

"I thought you were going to fuck my brains out?" Sage asked a touch breathlessly once she pulled her lips from Firecracker's mouth.

Firecracker sucked her wet fingers into her mouth, tasting her, before releasing them with a pop. "I'm just getting warmed up."

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victoria fucking the brains out of a lobotomized sage 🤫

content: lobotomized sage, victoria topping, scissoring, 18+, short

Victoria had never imagined she'd find herself in such a situation but she'd be a fool to lose out on this opportunity.

Sage was acting differently than normal. Once the party in the house had spread out, politicians busy drinking and stroking their own ego, Homelander having fucked off somewhere, Sage had whispered into Victoria's ear to follow her.

Victoria had, assuming they would talk plans.

She hadn't expected Sage to start stripping for her, tossing clothes ever which way, bed behind her in the empty room.

"What are you gaping for? Get naked," Sage had said. Victoria felt herself startle to. It was no secret that she found Sage insanely attractive. The woman was intelligent and pragmatic, and she didn't care who she stepped on to get what her plans needed. Victoria had wanted to sleep with her, but she hadn't expected it to actually happen.

Sage had been looser, more silly this evening after having excused herself earlier. Victoria had to make sure-

"Are you on drugs?" Victoria had asked, perplexed by this sudden shift.

"The only drug here is you," Sage had chuckled, "did I ever tell you how damn enticing your sexy smart mouth is?" And then she'd pressed her own mouth to Victoria's and swallowed down her gasp of surprise.

Several minutes later, they found themselves on bed, both naked and breathing hard from several rounds of intense sex, still having the energy to continue. Victoria pressed her lips into Sage's, grinding down into her. Their cores slipped against each other as Victoria rode Sage hard into the mattress. Sage groaned under her, nails raking down Victoria's back and leaving deep red marks. She humped up into her, thighs spread open for Victoria to take.

"Just like that, pretty girl," Victoria murmured against Sage's lips, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Vicky," Sage moaned out, her breasts bouncing with each grind and thrust. They were both close, but Victoria wanted them to come together. Victoria's hands snaked up to pinch Sage's nipples, trying to pluck the peaks higher. Sage's hands slipped down to Victoria's ass and pulled her in closer, their grinding getting sloppier and wetter. Clits bumped together and Sage swore under her breath, before her voice hitched. She threw her head back and Victoria kissed up and down her neck, before her own orgasm took her. Liquids squelched as they came against each other, dripping and hot, down the sheets underneath them.

Victoria groaned into Sage's neck, breathing fast, feeling the pulse under her skin against her lips, fluttering comfortably. She relaxed into her, and Sage's hands ran through her hair, tangling thoughtfully.

"We should totally fuck another time," Sage grinned into Victoria's skin.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE CATE x INDIRA FIC. YOU MAKE THE TENSION SO GOOD MY GOD. Please tell me you’ll get more into the fics and post more I need your writing it is so good. If you have a million fans I’m one of them, if you have one it’s me, if you have non I’m DEAD. (Also the writing you made about the wine glass shattering in cates hand and indira drunkly licking it off and making cate go crazy replays in my mind DAILY)

Thank you my dear, I truly appreciate your support 💛

I am a huge sucker for Cate's and Indira's complex dynamic and it's a crying shame we won't get more in season 2.

The glass shattering and the pillow adventure scenes were my favorite to write. Cate shattering under the weight of her longing provides entertaining scenes.

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Will you make any more fics for cate and indira? Or anymore fics in general of the boys universe? I love your stuff!

I will. I have a puppy Cate x Indira fic I'm finishing up and then some asks in my inbox I'm getting around to.

And thank you 💛

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I love the way you write tension between indira and cate, I eat it up EVERYTIMEEE. I even re read the same 3 fics like 5 times cause it’s so good. If you’re still taking some fanfic requests can you do one with a lot of indira teasing cate and getting off on how much the blonde reacts? Reading your fics gives me so much puppy girl cate vibes and it’s perfect (i need more). The way you write is just SO GOOD!!!

Thank you dear ❤

I'm glad you enjoy Indira x Cate. I swear they changed my brain chemistry.

content: indira teasing cate, mommy kink, denial of orgasm (sort of?) name calling (also sort of?) mild degradation (?), 18+

The way Cate whimpered was music to Indira's ears. She wouldn't mention it, of course, maintaining a cool facade as she slowly poured herself a thumbful of whiskey into her glass. She purposefully kept her back turned to Cate to not give her the satisfaction of looking at her.

Pretending she didn't know the state she left Cate in, was always a fun game to her. Pretending this wasn't turning her on, was another part of the game.

Indira took her time savoring the first sip of her whiskey. It was well aged, smoky and full. Worth every last dollar especially given the inept students and staff she worked with.

"Indira," Cate's little whine filled Indira's ear and made a delectable shiver roll down her spine. "Fuck." Cate tried to stifle the breathy curse word but she couldn't.

Indira turned around and looked Cate over. The blonde was a squirming mess, barely able to sit still on the couch, thighs rubbing against each other, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed a lovely pink.

"Yes, Cate?" she arched a brow, waiting patiently for Cate to name what she wanted. Indira had been purposefully teasing during Cate's lecture. Brushing up against her as she did rounds with the students to see what work they were doing, making intense eye contact across the room, and wearing a shirt with too many buttons undone.

She knew it had been a while since Cate had felt her touch, and to make matters worse, Indira had purposefully timed messages to be sent out to Cate's phone during the lecture. Photos that were tastefully arranged nudes of her. And then, when Cate would look at her phone, Indira would purposefully call on her, watching as a beyond flustered Cate stuttered to answer, her friends giving her worried looks.

And now Cate was on her couch, barely waiting for class to be let out before she was following Indira to her office hours like a lost puppy. Cate licked her lips, breath trembling in her lungs. "I was hoping we could-" she dipped her head slightly, allowing her bangs to cover her eyes. Popular on campus, yet such a shy and needy girl with Indira.

Indira approached slowly, swirling the whiskey in her glass. Her arousal was mounting and she was enjoying every last second of this. "Come Cate. You know mommy loves it when you use that mouth of yours."

Cate's thighs squeezed tight at this and her grip on the couch cushions tightened. Oh how easy she was to rile up. Indira would never get tired of this.

"Can you take care of me?" Cate asked in a small voice, unable to look at Indira. Indira hummed and set her glass down on the table-end next to the couch. She straddled Cate's lap in one smooth move, Cate's hand shooting up to touch Indira's waist, head tipping forward to kiss Indira.

Cate's mouth was warm, her lips pliant and soft. Poor dear was so desperate her mouth would slightly miss Indira's at times. Her eyes had slammed shut and she moaned into Indira's mouth before Indira pulled away. Cate tried to follow but Indira put a hand on the front of her chest, stopping her.

Cate's eyes fluttered open and she frowned, upset she was denied.

"Don't be greedy, my little girl," Indira said, the pulse pounding in her veins. She could feel the heat radiating off of Cate. She could practically smell how wet she was.

Indira leaned in and took the lead this time, pressing slow and wet kisses up and down Cate's neck, making sure the smack of lips against skin could be heard loud and clear. Cate's neck tipped back and she moaned lightly. Her grip on Indira's hips grew tighter, her hips squirming and trying to buck up but Indira's weight on them kept them in place, Cate fruitlessly attempting to gain friction.

"Please," she breathed out, shuddering as Indira sucked under her jaw. "I need you."

"But you have me."

"I need more of you," Cate said, back arching her chest into Indira's. She was now trying to grind into the couch under her given her trapped position. Indira couldn't have that, not yet. She leaned more of herself into Cate's lap, putting a pause to her grinding. Cate let out a disappointed whimper.

"So greedy. I don't think you've deserved it," Indira murmured low and husky. She ached, Cate's desperation making her wet and hot. She slowly began to slide back and forth in Cate's lap, hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

Cate was panting high in the back of her throat, swallowing thickly as she realized Indira was only intending on using her to get off. "I don't deserve it," she muttered half coherently. "Only mommy does."

"That's right," Indira purred, kissing the shell of Cate's ear. Cate buried her head into Indira's chest, hot breath buffeting through her shirt as Cate attempted to mouth Indira's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. The dulled sensation was still enough to make the fire in between Indira's thighs burn. She needed more friction and she shifted to straddle Cate's thigh.

Cate's hand dug into Indira's ass, helping her drag herself up and down faster. Indira hummed in pleasure, the pressure of Cate's thigh against hers just right. Watching Cate trying to hold it together to let Indira come was exciting, and Indira bit her bottom lip as a shudder of pleasure went through her.

"Such a good girl, letting mommy use her."

Cate groaned low and desperate at this, followed by a cut off whimper as her body twisted and jerked up despite the lack of direct stimulation.

"Fuck Cate," Indira breathed out, eyes slipping closed as she ground down harder and faster, chasing her own high. Cate's breathing shuddered as she tried to come down from her orgasm, Indira riding her and slipping a hand down the front of her pants.

Cate's underwear was wet and sticky and she hissed in approval as Indira cupped her pussy and held it. "Shame that this won't be getting rewarded tonight, isn't that right Cate?"

Cate nodded her head, trying not to rut her hips into Indira's fingers. "But knowing your slutty pussy, I won't even have to do anything to get it to cum." She flicked Cate's clit, making her twitch and gasp. Her mouth fell open and Indira felt a gush of her own slick fill her underwear. "Don't tell me you're going to cum again?"

Cate shook her head no, but Indira pressed her thumb down onto Cate's clit hard. Cate cut off her choked whimper. How could Indira not love this? How could she not love Cate?

Everything about the girl screamed need and Indira loved toying with her. She came apart so beautifully at even a sliver of attention. indira moaned lowly, hips going even faster, soaking through her pants. She leaned in and kissed Cate before she clamped down around Cate's thigh and came.

Cate eagerly swallowed up all of Indira's sounds, and they kissed messily as Indira came down from her high.

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Are we allowed to make fan art of your fanfics?

Yes! Always appreciated! ❤

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my delulu ass is still waiting on victoria neuman and indira shetty to show up in season 2

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helloo... if you're still open to prompts, how about a universe where indira and cate don't have superpowers, but the dynamics remain the same? indira is still the dean of the university, and cate still has mommy issues, being a spoiled and entitled brat. despite indira's initial resistance, she eventually gives in to cate's advances, leading to a toxic relationship. in this universe, indira she still has her family, making her relationship with cate even more complicated. cate's jealousy, possessiveness, and attention-seeking behavior drive the tension in their relationship.

This is such a juicy prompt that it feels like it should be it's own series. Here's a small scene from it.

Content: infidelity, watching a movie together, toxic dynamic, age gap romance, suggestive content

Burning hot indignation filled Cate. She knew she should be focused on the film and that a normal person wouldn't even care. But she knew she was far from normal.

Being abandoned by your own mother would do that to any kid growing up. She knew she had toxic levels of mommy issues and the crux of them was because of who was sat next to her on the couch.

Indira, the woman who had adopted her from the foster system at the age of 18 to put her through college as her role as dean at the school, was sitting next to her, a blanket draped over them to keep them warm.

Indira had cared for her: feed her, clothed her, and most importantly, emotionally supported her. Cate found herself growing an unhealthy attachment to the older woman, which quickly spiralled into something worse as Cate's psyche blurred the lines. She had never known love and care, unconditionally given, and touch starved as she was, the simple act of Indira hugging her or placing a hand on her shoulder, erupted into a red hot attraction.

The strength of which shook Cate to her core. She'd tried to deny it, to get rid of it, but she couldn't. She was too deeply latched onto Indira and at some point she couldn't keep hiding it.

Instead, she started being open about it, hoping that Indira would discard her and throw her out, making the separation easier if Cate didn't have to do it. She hadn't expected to have Indira feel the same for her.

Next to them, sat Indira's husband. The bane of Cate's existance. It seemed his sole purpose was to interupt any moments between her and Indira. Like this moment.

What was supposed to be a simple movie night, with Cate allowed to cuddle Indira as long as she pleased, was now plagued by him. He wasn't even watching the film, scrolling miindlessly on his phone, sat on Indira's other side.

Cate worked her jaw, willing him to go away. He yawned, stretching his arm around Indira's shoulders and playing with the tips of hair.

How dare he display love for his wife. How dare he touch her when Cate was this close by. She clenched her jaw, fury and possessiveness filling her. Without thinking she slipped her hand onto Indira's thigh, holding her there under her blanket.

Indira frowned and looked at her, confused, but Cate stared straight ahead. Cate stayed tensed, and when he dared to press a kiss to Indira's check, she thought she would explode from anger.

Blood rushing through her veins, instead she moved her hand into the apex of Indira's thighs, causing the woman to jolt slightly. Indira glared at her, mouthing "what are you doing?" as her hand grabbed Cate's stopping it.

Cate wanted to let out a whine. She couldn't stand to see Indira letting her husband touch her. She was Cate's. Cate's mommy.

Indira took one look at Cate's face and instead cupped the side of her head, bringing her closer to her. "Wait," she breathed into her ear, the brush of her lips onto Cate's skin making her shiver. Then she lowered Cate's head onto her chest.

She stroked Cate's hair, bringing her some calm and relief at being touched. It made it a bit easier to forget that Indira's husband was here. Halfway through the film Indira lightly encouraged Cate to lift up her head.

"He's asleep," she whispered. A quick check showed that he had fallen asleep on the other end of the couch, removing his hold from Indira's shoulders. Cate didn't waste a second. She pounced onto Indira's lips, groaning into her mouth.

"Quiet," Indira admonished, biting on her bottom lip. The sensation only made Cate want to squeal, instead she wriggled her hips into Indira's lap, straddling her.

She slotted her hips as closely and tightly against Indira as she could, the pounding in her apex needing to be soothed. Already she was ready to go, to let Indira take her in any way.

"Cate, you need to work on your jealousy. You can't be blatant about it. Do you want to get caught?" Indira said, tsking at her.

The idea of Indira's husband walking in on Cate pleasuring Indira until she was screaming, was enticing. She wanted him to know how much his wife loved Cate fucking her.

Realistically, she knew if he saw, this would be all over. Indira wouldn't ever let Cate touch her again if her husband divorced her over this.

"No," she answered, though her head was already getting foggy.

"Then be a good girl for mommy," she said, wrapping her hands around Cate's tiny waist and squeezing lightly. Those words made Cate's pussy clench. She wanted to nurse from Indira, pull down her shirt and suck long and hard. Her mouth parted in want, eyes blurring.

Indira could read her expressions well enough at this point to anticipate what it was she needed. She pressed her thumb into Cate's mouth, Cate gladly taking it in.

It was a substitution for what Cate really wanted, but they couldn't do this here. The risk was too high. She sucked diligently, imagining it was something else.

"You'll always be my special little girl," Indira said, whispering it into her ear before pressing a kiss under it, making Cate shudder into her lap. "But you need to be patient and listen to me. Otherwise we could lose everything. You need to behave better," she said. "Can you do that?"

Cate nodded her head, eyes lidded.

"Good girl," Indira praised, removing her finger. Indira froze, looking over the corner of her eye. She wordlessly tapped Cate's thigh twice, their signal, and Cate reluctantly slipped off of Indira's lap and back onto the cushion next to her. A few seconds later, Indira's husband snorted awake, looking at the movie.

The end credits were rolling.

"How did it end?" he asked Indira, yawning and not covering his mouth.

Neither her nor Cate had been paying attention.

"It was alright," Indira said, rising up to go turn it off. Cate kept her gaze away from him, knowing her cheeks were still a bright red from Indira's touch.

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Biting the bars of my cell— WHERE are the fics girly. Are you okay???

Which fics? If you mean the Indira x Cate one, I'm working on both but it'll be slow going for a bit.

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SHAKING YOU AROUND LIKE A RABID DOG, OML THANK YOU!!!! Im the girl who requested the Firecrcaker x fem reader cuddle fuck fic- Thank you so much for writing it, i cant find NOTHING good of her aside from your page!

I'm surprised she doesn't have more content up, considering what her actress said about Firecracker's character. Maybe there will be more when the next season is released.

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TWO cate dunlap fics?! THANK YOU! you’re the best

Thank you ❤

I need to share the brainrot about Cate, she deserves a good railing. I know it could save her