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.