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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

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Mean Girl Cate Part Four

content: weed use, partying, thigh riding, dirty talk and name calling, female reader, cate is extra mean when high and horny, cate is also very into being in denial over being into reader to the point it's kind of a kink for cate? slightly nsfw

You didn't see Cate or hear from her for weeks after. Midterms came and went, and you focused on your studies and on going out to parties. You couldn't say that it didn't hurt to not be friends with her anymore but you had to convince yourself it was for the best.

You couldn't stop thinking about her and if she was spending time with Andre. If they were sleeping together. You always resented her choices in partners. They always seemed like such bad decisions.

You shouldn't concern yourself with that. You were at a party right now. You should be having fun. You downed your third drink of the night, probably not a good idea since it was really strong.

You crushed the cup and threw it away, swinging your body to the music. It didn't take long for you to feel the effects of the drink coursing through you, making your head sway.

"Hey," a voice called to you and you swung around, wondering if it was Tabitha. No, it wasn't her, she was probably upstairs with someone right now. This girl was a stranger, a tall blonde hot one at that. "Wanna dance?" she asked, letting her eyes flick up and down your body.

You nodded your head and took her hand. The two of you found a less crowded corner to dance in, each song causing you two to drift closer and closer.

If you squinted your eyes, she reminded you of Cate, and you missed her.

"You're hot," she told you, her eyes drifting down to your lips as you swayed too close to each other.

"You are too," you told her without thinking much of it. She leaned in and closed the gap.

-

You woke up the next morning feeling satisfied despite the slight hang over. You and the girl whose name you'd already forgot had made out hardcore at the party, stumbling blindly until you had found a wall and ground against each other to completion.

You couldn't remember if she gave you her number or not. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up, thinking it was her. You were surprised to see it was a message from Cate.

Let's go see a drive through film.

Just like that. As if the two of you were still friends. You debated not answering her, but you missed her. Maybe this hang out would give the both of you closure.

Okay.

You barely send the message out when she's replying.

I'll pick you up at 6.

-

Cate's car idled outside the dorm and you slipped in. She mumbled a greeting to you before peeling out of the drive, eyes on the road. Not that you expected her to be jumping for joy when she saw you, but it was her idea to hang out. You'd thought she'd be a bit more pleasant about it.

You were five minutes into the drive, you awkwardly staring out the window and searching for a topic of conversation, when she finally spoke.

Her hands were tense on the wheel. "How has everything been. Anything happen?"

"It's fine. Nothing interesting happened."

"Right, nothing interesting," she repeated, her shoulders tensing.

She wasn't looking at you, or had a hard time making eye contact. If she was going to be awkward this entire time, then what was the point of meeting up and driving somewhere?

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," you said. This forced her to look at you.

"Yes, it is. We both need to relax from school."

She mentioned nothing of repairing a friendship. Then what was the point of this? You decided since you were already here, you might as well endure this outing.

Cate's car had already pulled up to the ticket booth and she paid for the movie. She pulled into an empty spot and parked the car.

"Let's sit in the back seat."

You give her a look. "Why. The view is worse."

"Come on," she said, leaving the car already.

You really didn't want to, but you got up and followed her to the back. You slipped in beside her, watching as she used a button to push down the front seats of the car. She stretched her legs out, using them as leg rests.

She pulled out a blunt from a baggie. "Want some?"

"No, and you should quit that."

"Weed isn't bad for you."

"You got really high last time with Andre."

"What do you have against him?" she asked, lighting the blunt and taking a drag on it. She cracked open the window to let the smoke out.

"He rubs me the wrong way. You've been neglecting your studies to smoke."

"I so am not," she said. "Why do people always say that about anyone that smokes weed. If I did crack would you say the same thing?"

"If you did crack I would be much more upset," you told her, before glaring at her. "You're not doing crack, are you?"

She laughed, taking another drag. You coughed when she blew the smoke into your face. "Asshole," you muttered. "I don't want to smell like weed. Go smoke outside."

"It's my car. My rules."

You reached for the door handle. She grabbed you by the wrist. "I'm almost done." You paused and watched as she took a long drag from the blunt before tossing it out the window.

You shook your head at her, turning your attention onto the movie. It had begun to play. You didn't even know what it was about.

She let go of your wrist, shifting it awkwardly onto her lap. It was hard to see from the back seat and you were half tempted to go up to the front but decided it wouldn't be worth the argument you and Cate would have.

Ten minutes into the movie and you could tell the weed was affecting Cate. She looked a lot less tense, eyes lidded. You felt a bit hazy too and wondered if you had a contact high.

You felt something warm on your thigh and looked down. Cate had put her hand there. Confused, you looked over at her. Her eyes were dark on you, but her expression was unreadable.

"What are you doing?" you asked, removing her hand from your thigh. She placed it right back, fingers digging in like claws now. You winced from her grip.

"Cate, what the fuck-" you tried to remove it again but she only clung harder, leaning into you.

"You like it when women touch you like this. When they shove their fingers into your slutty hole and fuck you like a whore," she breathed into your ear, licking the shell of it.

"What the fuck are you on about," you hissed at her, annoyed that she was ruining this night out.

"You let her fuck you right there, on the dance floor."

It took you a second to realize what she was talking about.

Cate had seen you with that girl from the party. You had been drunk and horny and needed someone blonde in that moment and not been particularly picky about the circumstance.

It hadn't meant anything more. You hadn't even seen Cate at the party. How did she know about this?

"Someone lied to you-"

"Don't even. I saw you, humping at her like some animal," she spat. There was a breathy quality to her voice that you barely picked up over the sound of the blood rushing through your veins.

Pissed off at her actions, at her calling you those names, you decided it was time to flip the script.

As she pressed closer into you, opting to swing a leg onto your leg, you shoved her down and onto the seat. She was flat on her back under you. Your hands dug into the leather of the car, keeping your body hovering over hers.

"Maybe you'd like it if I called you a slut."

"Going to hump at me too?" she taunted, raising her chin definantly, not making any attempt to move.

"Don't know, should I?" you asked meanly, slipping your thighs in between hers, and rolling your hips experimentally into hers. Her neck arched off the seat in response.

"I can go slow, take my time with it. Or I can go hard and fast." You thrust hard in three sharp motions for show and Cate's eyes rolled into the back of her head momentarily as she mouthed out a 'fuck'. Her hands came up to your hips but you shoved them off.

"Or maybe you'd like me all desperate and feral, truly unhinged," you teased, letting loose a guttural moan for show as you allowed your hips to slide forward frenetically. Her hands shot back up to your hips and you slammed them down to the car seat less kindly this time, holding them by her head, pinned by the wrists.

"G-gonna ravish me? Use me for your ple-pleasure?" she stuttered, chest heaving hard. You slowly rolled your hips, riding her thigh continously. You could feel it shaking under you.

"I'm not sure. Given how you think I'm a big whore, riding your thigh might not be enough for me, I might need more, Cate," you said, leaning in and brushing your nose against the shell of her ear, voice deliberately husky. You could feel her tremble under you at the sensation.

"A-are you gonna sh-shove my face into your p-pussy?" she gasped out in between shaky breaths. It sounded like she was having a hard time catching air into her lungs. "M-make me eat you out?"

What the hell? Was Cate still playing this game with you? You were pissed she still wasn't dropping it.

You released the hold on one of hands and stroked yours down her face before leaning in and breathing hard into her ear as you spoke in a low velvet tone.

"I'd make you kneel in front of me and eat me out for hours until your jaw hurt."

There was a strangled sound and you looked over to see Cate had shoved a hand over her mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

You'd never seen Cate like this before. Had you pushed too far?

You leaned up a bit and that was when you noticed the dark wet spot on the leg of your pants and on the crotch of hers.

It looked like she was really trying not to grind against you, her hips doing twitching jerky movements as her thighs squeezed around you. You could feel her pulsating despite the two layers of fabric.

She whimpered from behind her hand, a needy sound that made the pulse roar in your ears for another reason. Your body began to feel hot and heavy. Experimentally you thrust your thigh up to grind against her crotch and enjoyed the way it sent her back arching off of the seat.

You thrust again and her control broke. She began writhing against you, one hand grabbing onto you, other one quickly breaking free of your now slack hold.

Fuck, this was turning you on.

This shouldn't be turning you on, right? This was Cate. She was your friend and-

-and she was really fucking going at it.

Her grinding became desperate quickly, Cate whining and whimpering as she built herself up. You had no idea Cate sounded like this much less for what was technically humping. You'd accidentally heard her having sex once- thin walls- and it had never sounded anything like this.

She was either really going through a dry spell now or the guy she'd been with was really bad.

Both hands had a death grip on your thigh and she ground hard enough to hurt. You wanted to help her come, it sounded like she really needed it.

You grabbed her hips and lifted her up a bit, giving her a better angle and squeezing her ass. Her breath hitched at the sensation, at the way the pressure on her clit was intensified. "Come for me, Cate," you found yourself saying.

"Ah-" the sound cut off and died in her throat.

She came so hard you were almost concerned for her. Back snapped back, eyes rolled into the back of her head, and mouth open in a silent scream.

When she finally finished, she flopped down onto the car seat, wheezing from exertion.

"Cate?" you asked in concern, pushing back a strand of blonde hair behind her ear tenderly. She gave a hum in answer, eyes already slipping closed from exhaustion.

"Damn," you said, feeling so many things about what had happened. The car windows were fogged over and it smelled like sex.

You wiped the fog off and looked out to see that the ending credits of the movie were playing. It looked like you'd be driving the two of you back.

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cate dunlap worshipping small titty reader pls... respectfully

content: afab reader, dating cate dunlap, breast worship, finger riding, nsfw

Your girlfriend was obsessed with your breasts. There was no other way to describe it.

You had caught her staring multiple times when she thought you wouldn't notice. And each time you shared the bed, you would wake up to her shoving her hands up your shirt and sleeping with your boobs cupped in her palms.

It was suprising. You'd never really gave much thought to your breasts. They were small and you much preferred being touched elsewhere.

But Cate was obsessed with them. You didn't even know your nipples could get this sensitive until she put her hands or mouth on them.

Your back arched up into her touch as she placed wet and gentle kisses on your neck. Your shirt was rucked up, bra tossed aside, as her thumbs played with your hard nipples.

You'd barely walked in through the door before she was all over you, making big doe eyes as she promised she wouldn't take long. Apparently, wearing a bloouse that was a bit too see through had made her needy.

"Why," you breathed out, as she continued to place lingering kisses on your skin, slowly going down to your chest. Her fingers kneaded your breasts, working them with purposeful movements.

"What?" she asked, pausing. She looked up at you, blinking in worry that she had done something wrong.

"Why do you like my tits this much?" you asked her, shifting a bit to get more comfortable against the flat of the door.

She exhaled with humor. "Because they're the perfect handful, or mouthful. Do you know how hot it is knowing I can put so much of you into me?" She went on to prove her point, lowering her head and twirling her tongue around an erect nipple.

You stifled a muffled sound.

She didn't waste another second before swallowing up more of your flesh, sucking, nibbling, breath hot against your skin. Her saliva coated your breast, before she moved onto the other one, enjoying the way the sensations worked you up.

She took her time, eyes closed, lavishing each tit with equal attention. Your pants began to feel tight on you.

"Cate," you groaned out and she knew to slip her hand into the front of your jeans, rubbing over the wet fabric to rile you up even more.

She nipped at the underside of your boob, laving a path up and down your rib cage before suckling back on your nipple, moaning breahily as she did. The gentle sensations, careful and worshipping, became rougher and more desperate as you began to rock against her fingers.

She slipped them under your underwear and entered two inside of you. You groaned loudly, pushing the back of her head into your breasts. "Harder," you said, eyes closing, head rolling back.

She hummed happily, sucking even harder, breathing rapidly through her nose as her fingers drove into you. Your hips bucked up from the door, riding her palm.

You threw your arms around her neck as you came, drenching her hand. When you finally came down, she was peering up at you from where her head lay on your chest. You were going to have bruises and bitemarks on your skin from her ministrations.

"Let's move somewhere more comfortable," you told her lazily, knowing what she was going to want to do. She was going to want to continue worshipping your chest as she laid on top of you on the couch, slowly building herself up until she came all over your thigh.

She eagerly yanked you away by the hand.

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I LOVE Your mean girl Cate fic so much

Thank you dear ❤

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can you please do more Firecracker nsfw stuff? Like firecracker x female reader where Firecracker is cuddling with reader and then stuff gets heated? Thanks if you do it!

content: fingering, thigh riding, movie night, cuddling, female reader

Saturday nights were always movie nights between you and Firecracker. You needed to unwind from graduate school and she needed to unwind from working as a supe.

Watching a movie together in a dark room, with snacks and wine, no conversation, was the perfect way to relax and start the week off new.

The movie didn't matter; you'd watch any genre. You were more focused on the feeling of Firecracker behind you. She spooned you, one arm laying lazily around your waist, her breasts pushed up into your back.

She was warm and soft, her breath tickling your neck. And she smelled lightly of your body wash. Your legs were tangeled together, bare skin on bare skin, your clothes a bit tight on her curves.

Full on wine and on the feeling of her next to you, you began to doze off on the bed.

A kiss under your jaw woke you up. "Are you awake?" Firecracker asked, her hand on your waist sliding up higher, pulling up your shirt. You looked over your shoulder at her, noticing her pupils were blown wide.

"I'm awake now."

"They started fucking during the movie and now I'm horny," she said. True to her word, you could pick up the background sounds of the main characters having sex in the movie.

You couldn't help but tease her a bit. "You are easily riled up. Like gunpowder."

"Can't help it when you look this hot," she mumbled, pressing another kiss to your neck. Her hand was drawing circles on your stomach now, your muscles jumping at her touch.

You touched the back of it, pushing it down. She got the message and slipped under the band of your underwear. She ran her fingers over your folds, spreading them apart, teasing your clit with your thumb.

You could feel her heart pounding, hear the quiet moans that escaped her lips. You loved hearing how turned on she got simply from touching you.

When you were wet enough, she slipped two fingers in and your back arched into her, a silent moan on your lips. She wasted no time working you up, pressing kisses anywhere she could reach with her lips. Your neck, your head, your shoulder, the side of your face.

She rutted her hips into the back of your thigh, using it to get herself off. Her breathing grew heavier, voice higher pitched. The two of you writhed and thrust into each other, your hips chasing after her fingers.

As you crested you craned your head back and kissed her hard. She moaned into the kiss, drenching the back of your leg as she came.

She withdrew her hand from inside of you, using it to cup the side of your face as she kept kissing you, lips pillowy soft and tongue teasing yours. You had to pull away from her to catch your breath.

"You got my face all messy," you said, wincing at the sticky sensation of your release now coating it.

"I guess you'll have to let me clean it off," she smiled, rolling you to face her. She licked some of it off of your cheek, as her hand dove back in under the band of your underwear.

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another mean girl cate chapter?! SO SOON??!?? i love you.

Mean girl Cate has infested my brain.

I have another part coming up soon and things get heated between Cate and reader ;)

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Mean Girl Cate Part Three

Links to the previous parts

Part One

Part Two

Content: sharing a bed, female reader, jealous cate, high cate, angst but things will be better in the next part

You and Cate don't talk to each other for days after that. If you see each other on campus you both make a concious effort to avoid the other.

It stings, the way she's throwing you aside because you don't want to put up with her unfunny pranks. You'd thought she was going to change; that she had changed from high school.

It didn't matter. You had your new friends and the opportunity to make more new friends. You had four long years ahead of you.

It was frustrating, however, when your new friends began to give you a bit of berth too. You'd caught on pretty quickly and cornered Tabitha about it, because you were not about to play games with anyone.

"What's going on?" you asked her, finding her after her biology class let out.

"Nothing," she shrugged, affecting a casual attitude as she tried to hurry past you.

"It's not nothing, you're acting withdrawn from me," you told her. "Seriously. I thought you were cool. What's up?"

She sighed and gave you a look. "You seriously have no idea?"

"Would I ask if I did?"

"I thought you put her up to it."

You knew without a doubt she was talking about Cate. "What did she do."

"She didn't do anything. She got my number and asked us to talk. She said that you didn't want to say anything but that the way I was being close to you was freaking you out. And she was saying it to me to spare the awkwardness."

The pulse pounded in your veins. Cate was meddling in your friendships. Again.

And it made no sense that she would do this, considering you two were not speaking to each other. Unless she was doing this because you weren't speaking to each other.

Letting out an annoyed groan, you turned to Tabitha. "I never said any of that. I want us to be friends."

"Why would she say that?"

"Because we got into a fight. Over you. She's jealous you're my friend."

Tabitha scoffed. "I don't think that's the reason."

"Then what?"

"Go talk to her and figure out whatever it is that's bothering you two. I don't want to be in the middle of this."

She left to go to the dining hall and you left to go track down Cate.

You found her by the picnic benches out behind the academic building, smoking pot with her new friend, Andre. The two of them were slouched over, eyes rimmed red. They'd been skipping classes for this, probably. It'd normally irritate you to see a friend as smart as Cate throw away their education to smoke and hang out with some guy who was probably trying to get into her pants.

But Cate was grown now. This was her choice to make.

"Cate, we need to talk," you told her with no preamble, stopping in front of her and Andre. It took her a moment to focus on you and when she did, she smiled.

It was a slow lethargic thing. "Hey," she said softly. You were not expecting her to be this zoned out.

"How much did you have?" you asked her, annoyed. Despite her trying to scare Tabitha off, you had a soft spot for Cate that you felt would one day get you in trouble.

"Mm, I had-" she looked over at Andre who laughed.

"I tried to stop her but she ate my edibles and then wanted me to smoke with her." He looked more sober than her, and he was only laying by her side, shoulders touching to hers. Something about seeing them together, even touching this little, made you wary.

"How many did she eat?"

"Two, I think."

"You think or you know?"

"Chill," he said, taking the joint from her and puffing on it.

"I'm taking her with me," you said, shouldering your bag and reaching out to grab Cate.

"She's fine chilling here with me," he said, giving you an odd look.

"Absolutely not. You let her get that high- you're not her friend. Just an asshole."

You hefted her up into a sitting position, finding her heavier than usual. She seemed boneless and her head rested onto your shoulder.

"Are you mad at me?" she slurred.

"You're coming to my room," you told her, helping her to her feet. She sagged heavily into your side, Andre doing nothing to help. He kept puffing away on his joint as you wrapped an arm around Cate's shoulder.

Her feet didn't seem to want to work right, and her head kept bobbing up and down. Eventually, you made it the short distance to the dorm and you set her down onto your bed.

"It's so soft," she said, feeling the sheets under her with her hands. "I always thought," she hummed happily, cutting herself off because she became distracted by an inner thought.

"I'm going to get you some water," you told her. "And a change of clothes from your dorm. Where's your key card?" You looked through her purse but couldn't find anything there. You eyed her pockets. Probably in there.

"I'm only looking for your card," you told her, hoping she wouldn't take this the wrong way. You cursed the fact that she had skinny jeans on.

"My card?" she asked, a few minutes delayed. "My V-card? It's gone, gone away."

You didn't have time to entertain her nonsense.

You reached into her front pocket, trying to feel for a card with your two front fingers.

"What are you doing silly?" she giggled, grabbing your hand by the wrist.

"Sorry-"

She dragged your hand up, making it rest against her clothed breast. Was it your imagination or were her nipples hard through the thin fabric.

"Up here first." She arched into your palm, a sliver of her stomach becoming exposed as she did, a soft moan leaving her mouth.

You felt your mouth dry out. Again with the teasing. You were slowly losing patience for this. She let go of your hand and you used this chance to fist it into the front of her tank top and yank her up.

She gasped at this, helping lift herself up. "I can do rough," she murmured, pupils unfocused, breathing sharp as her head swayed closer to yours.

"Cate, you can't keep doing this." You swallowed, trying to figure out if there was even a way to get to her while she was like this. Her forehead thunked into yours, her breathing heavy. "Nevermind," you said, shaking your head and letting go of her. You couldn't be mad at her when she was like this.

"Wait here and I'll be back with water." You figured she could borrow your clothes to sleep in.

"Wait," she said, reaching for your hand but you were already leaving.

You headed out to a close by vending machine, buying three bottles of ice cold water. It was a short five minute walk but when you got back to your room she was knocked out. She looked peaceful and you didn't have the heart to wake her up.

Instead, you decided to crack open your laptop and do your work. The quiet typing of your laptop didn't wake her up and even when you had to change for bed and move her aside to make space for you in your bed, she stayed asleep.

Sleep that night was hot, Cate's body migrating towards yours and wrapping around you even when you tried to pry her off to get some air. Why was she so clingy? You hated being hot while you slept.

Eventually you shoved a pillow in between and got some sleep in the morning.

You woke up the next morning and looked over your shoulder to find Cate was also awake, blinking slowly. When she saw you up, she rolled onto her side to talk to you and you found yourself rolling onto your side to look at her.

"I'm still high," she admitted, sucking in her lower lip and looking through her lashes at you. You'd never seen her eyes look so bright blue before, but the morning sun coming in really made them pop.

"I got water for you, which you should drink if you don't want cotton mouth."

"I feel like cotton," she said.

"That's what you get for doing that much weed."

"I wanted to not feel," she said, making it sound like she wanted you to ask her about this. "For a bit."

"You also wanted to fuck up my relationship with Tabitha."

For a second you thought she might lie to you or play dumb, but she didn't. "I only said my truth."

"You lied to her about me. I don't know why I bother with you sometimes." You got up out of the bed, fetching her a bottle.

She sat up, alarm on her face. "Stop trying to replace me."

"I'm not replacing you. People can have many friends."

"Not a best friend."

"Cate, I don't know what else I can do to prove that I'm your friend. I'm not going to stop being friend."

"You would throw me away in a heartbeat. You already keep threatening to do that when I do something you don't like. You can't keep doing that. You're manipulating this friendship!"

Had you- were you really? You hadn't considered that you were, but if you thought back you had always pulled away from Cate when you were appalled by her actions, only coming back when you felt she had changed to your standard.

"You know, maybe you're right. Maybe we need some distance," she said, clumsily getting out of the bed. Her legs were more stable than yesterday, but she put a hand to her forehead as the room span around her. "Maybe we shouldn't be friends."

You knew she was expecting you to disagree, but you wouldn't. Sometimes people changed and outgrew relationships and that was fine. "Okay."

"Okay?" she asked, bewildered. "Okay?!" she said more loudly, angry now.

"Okay," you repeated calmly even as you felt shaky inside.

She curled her hands up before she stormed out of the room. You looked down at the bottle in your hand before you threw it at the wall.

To be continued...?

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She rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal. Don't make it into something it's not."

IENCOSNCJSHXSJ screaming omg

thank you for this. i LOVE LOVE LOVE how you wrote the whole cate’s internalised homophobia in love with her girl best friend situation like omg Wow amazing 10/10

Thank you ❤❤

Cate's just so in love and sexually frustrated by the best friend not actively hitting on her that she's becoming homophobic about it. Maybe if reader kissed her it would fix Cate.

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Mean Girl Cate Part Two

Part one here

content: mean girl cate, f!reader, watching a movie, cate being jealous and possessive

After your conversation last week, Cate tried. She was kinder to friends and strangers alike, and you slowly began to rejoin her friend groups, spending more time with her.

You enjoyed seeing this side of her- the kind Cate. And you were happy she was finally opening herself up to others and showing this side of her.

And then she found out that you were still hanging out with your other friends and not only with her.

"I don't understand," she ranted at you as the two of you stood in your dorm room. Your roommate was out thankfully. "I did as you asked and still it's not good enough for you!"

"I'm allowed to have other friends. I've always had other friends," you said. You were beyond confused by Cate's behavior. Her hatred of your other friends group was growing, in a way you'd never seen her hate any of your other friends.

"Yeah, but this is different," she rolled her wrist through the air.

"How?" You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"It feels like you're not choosing me but choosing her."

You arched a brow and suddenly things became clear. "You're worried that Tabitha and I are close?"

She pursed her lips. "I overheard her calling you her best friend to others at the dining hall. You are not her best friend."

The tension left your body. "Cate, seriously. Don't worry about it. You're my best friend and not her."

"I do have to worry about it. You almost stopped being my friend senior year in high school," she said. "And you didn't even bother to tell me why or try to fix it."

You hadn't realized that had hurt her feelings. You had only been thinking of yourself and how much you didn't want to deal with popular kid bullshit.

"I'm sorry, about that," you said. "It was immature of me to not consider how what I did affected you."

She looked you over, considering the depth of your apology. "I'll forgive you if you do a movie night with me."

The two of you hadn't done a movie night in ages, but if that was what it took to stop Cate from feeling jealous, then you would do it. "Okay, how about tonight?"

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You had arrived at Cate's dorm, wearing a pair of your comfiest pjs. The laptop with the film was set up, movie already picked out- you always let her pick the film. Popcorn and soda were set up next to it. She'd bought your favorite drink.

Cate was rummaging in the bathroom when you came in shouting out that she'd be out in a moment. You set your things down by her bed and kicked off your shoes before getting on. She exited the bathroom and you almost did a double take on her.

Cate was wearing a set of pjs you had never seen before. They could barely be called pjs, considering how short the bottoms were. And was she not wearing a bra underneath her shirt?

You averted your eyes before she could notice. She plopped down happily next to you on the mattress. "This is going to be fun. We haven't done this in ages."

"You love these movie nights because you get to scare me. Why does it always have to be horror films."

She rolled her eyes at you. "You enjoy being scared. And we can cuddle together if you do, just like old times." She pulled up a blanket and draped it around both of your shoulders, tucking you in. Her bare thigh pressed up against your clothed one. She reached over and pressed play on the film.

You two snacked on the popcorn as you watched the film, Cate placing her head onto your shoulder. Your hand came up to stroke her hair, out of habit, rubbing a bit at her scalp.

She let out a content sigh and snuggled more into the crook of your neck, swinging her legs over your own. Predictably the first jumpscare came and you squealed, shutting your eyes and grabbing onto her legs in an effort to hold onto something. Her head went shooting off of your shoulder when it bunched up.

"Relax," she chuckled, wrapping her arms around your midriff and pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. "You big baby." You were so distracted by the movie and the loud sound effects that you almost didn't pay any mind to this, nor the soft second kiss she laid at the base of your neck.

It wasn't until she had shifted her legs so she was awkwardly straddling one of yours sideways and had pressed another kiss higher up, this time on the pulse beating under your jaw, that you noticed.

"Cate, what are you doing?" you asked her.

"Watching the movie." She said, not looking at you, instead inhaling softly as she pressed another kiss under your ear.

"No, I mean why are you kissing my neck?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal. Don't make it into something it's not."

"And what is it not supposed to be?" you asked her, confused by all this.

"I heard this helps calm someone down," she said. "And since you always get so scared during horror films, I figured it would help."

That was a flimsy excuse and you both knew it. "Cate, you can't do this sort of thing. You know I'm gay, but that doesn't mean that I'll simply go along with this behavior."

Cate had done this before after you'd made the mistake of telling her you were gay in high school. She became awfully touchy and grabby but in a mean way, accompanying those touches with her making fun of you for being gay.

You still remembered the locker room incident where she had pressed her boobs into your back and grabbed your own as the two of you had been changing alone after taking a dip in the school pool after hours.

Your body was still cold from the pool and slightly damp. The shock of her too hot body and hard nipples, made you momentarily speechless and that was before she breathed into your ear in a high pitched voice, "you'd like something like this?"

You'd shoved her off, annoyed by her behavior. "Stop fucking with me, Cate. Seriously. I don't point at every guy's dick and ask if you'd like to fuck that."

You hadn't turned around to see her expression but you were certain she was very pissed and the sound of her choked sob was her probably holding in some fucked up words she wanted to let out. She didn't talk to you for a few days afterwards and she'd never apologized. You'd thought she wouldn't do something like this again but she was.

"Oh, but when Tabitha kisses you on the cheek hello it's alright."

"Because she's not doing it to be cruel," you pointed out.

"I'm not being cruel either," Cate said, looking deeply offended. "You're being cruel."

"How am I being cruel?" Now it was your turn to be offended.

Cate's face contorted in frustration. "Just get out, then." She removed herself from you, throwing off the blanket.

You were in no mood to humor her. "Fine." You got up, took your overnight bag and stormed out. Annoyed you paced the length of your room, wondering if you should text her to talk about this. You decided not to, brushing your hands in frustration against your sides.

Great, and you'd even got soda on your pjs pants. There was a wet spot on the side of your leg and you weren't even sure how you'd managed to spill the soda there. Even more annoyed, you searched for a fresh pair of pants.

To be continued...?

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sage and victoria having sex away from everyone else while they’re at tek-knights house hmmmm..

content: mildly nsfw for work, victoria x sage, semi-public?

"Hurry up," Sage breathed out harshly, making Victoria's hands still momentarily as she leaned her head back to give the other woman a one over.

"I intend to take my time with you," she said. "I'm not the kind of gal to 'pump and dump' so to speak."

"If you would blink out of your lust induced stupor, you would recall we are in Tek-knight's house, where there is a very important meeting happening, where someone could stumble upon us at any time."

"I locked the door," Victoria said, her hands continuing their leisurely path to ridding Sage of her underwear.

Sage wanted to hold in a frustrated groan. Victoria was sharp but even she fell to the ramifications of lust. Must Sage always be the lucid one?

She was half tempted to give up on this entire endeavor, but the throbbing between her thighs was noticeably bad today, and had only persisted the more time she spent around Victoria.

Rationally, she enjoyed Victoria's compay as the woman understood what it took for someone like Sage to make it here and the obstacles she continued to face. She was a smart, rich woman, and most importantly she knew when to shut up. It only made sense for Sage to pursue something with her. They would make a powerful couple, both politically and otherwise.

Irrationally, Victoria was very good looking and Sage wanted to ride her face until her legs gave out. Which was what had led to this little situation: her boldly going up to Victoria and in a whisper, asking her to meet in a private room.

The intention had been to discuss a mutually benefical relationship together, mostly for optics, and to give them a chance to spend time among company that would support each other. And it wasn't as if Victoria had no interest in Sage. Sage could see the subtle eye dilations, the way her body turned towards her when she was in the room, and the way she hung onto every word she said.

Which was how one thing had led to another and now they were fucking.

Or trying to, in someone else's house.

"A Supe can break in," Sage pointed out. "And they'll either hear or smell us."

"Let them," Victoria said, pupils blown wide and distant. She wasn't paying attention and that was going to be a problem. If Sage didn't control this situation then Victoria was going to let lust get them both caught in a compromising place that could affect both of their careers.

Sage rolled her eyes and using her strength, quickly reversed them. Now it was Victoria sitting on the couch, Sage on her lap.

She placed a hand to Victoria's mouth to silence her muffled protest.

"We're going to do things my way," she said, beginning to grind into Victoria's lap. Quick and with minimal effort, Sage merely needed to get off. A more pleasurable romp could come at another time.

Victoria nodded her head and placed her hands on Sage's hips, drawing her harder into her thigh.

Sage held in her moans, only letting out breaths and puffs of air that she knew were quiet enough. The couch springs began to make noise as she started grinding down harder, needing to get off before this took too long. They had already been gone from the meeting for twenty minutes. Someone was bound to come look for them soon.

Luckily she was pent up enough that the dragging pressure on her clit made her come in a few dedicated thrusts, humping down harder into Victoria's thigh. She shuddered and swallowed down her groan of pleasure, leaving a spot on Victoria's designer pants.

She let out a happy hum as pleasure swirled through her body, making her feel sleepy. She finally removed her hand from Victoria's mouth, the woman's lipstick smeared underneath.

"We should head back," Sage said, standing up on legs that felt a bit wobbly.

"Head back?" Victoria was a bit slow on the uptake.

"You still have to convince everyone you can run this country and you can't do that without cleaning up the mess I left on you," Sage said, a touch smugly.

Victoria looked down at the wet mark Sage's pleasure had left.

"If you manage to convince everyone in the room, you can have the rest of me. And maybe I'll even let you come."

Victoria looked back up and blinked at Sage, a slow smile spreading on her face at the unexpected dominance in Sage's voice. Victoria was used to being in charge; she was going to enjoy fighting Sage on this.

"I see how it is. I expect you to keep your word."

Sage grinned back.

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wait sister sage x victoria neuman… lemme finish this for another anon

sage trolls vic saying something like can you lobotomize me with this blood shit but victoria instead just fucks sage to the point her brain can’t function 🧍‍♀️

content: sfw, mentions of lobotomy, snippet, victoria x sage, this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and I wanted to get something out

Sage lowered her hold on the ice pick and hammer that she had used on more than one ocassion to give her mind a rest, as Victoria let a smug grin slowly stretch her face.

"Lobotimize you?" she asked, tipping her head in that slightly cocky manner that Sage knew better than to find attractive.

"Yes. Either through the traditional method, or through your powers," Sage said, turning what had been a casual night in meant for watching movies, now into something more. She was more than curious to see if using Victoria would alleviate the burden of using her brain longer than lobotimizing it.

"It helps me shut my brain off for the night and to stop thinking about everything."

Victoria leaned towards Sage on the couch, their noses almost touching.

"Baby, I won't need to use that or my blood powers on you," Victoria purred. "Because I'll fuck you so good you'll forget who you are."

Sage almost faltered, her high speed brain actually freezing for a second as her senses were overwhelmed by the salacious statement and she wasn't sure how to make a comeback.

Victoria filled the silence with a husky chuckle, pleased by the way she had stunned Sage. Victoria loved surprising Sage and trying to outwit her. She bit Sage's earlobe, murmuring into her ear. "Now why don't you put those toys away and let me show you how a real woman can make you go brainless."

Sage didn't waste a second in tossing the items aside, allowing Victoria to sweep her up into a bruising kiss.

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Idc what happened in the show, they kissed. It's canon.

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since theres no gen v updates imma start to play guess what happens in s2.. heres my two cents

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Valentine's Day with the Girls

Sister Sage

A nice night in, with wine and chocolates, playing board games and trying to one up each other. She doesn't like cooking but for you on this night she'll become a world master chief. Not like it's hard for her to learn on the spot but this night is guaranteed planned out months in advance down to the last detail even if it is chill. The only thing not chill is how hard you two go in bed later.

Firecracker

She's never really had a romantic date with a long term partner before and any effort she made before was unappreciated. But, this is your first holiday together and she's going to at least try. She does all the standard stuff: flowers, chocolate hearts, and a dinner at a nice restaurant. And lots of cuddling in bed after you barely make it out of the restaurant with your hands all over each other. She's overjoyed that someone appreciates her effort and she's going to show that to you in bed.

Victoria Neuman

The most expensive vintage of wine, the most decadent of chocolate, a trip to a high end restaurant with an orchestra to personally serenade you as you eat, and then a show at the opera. Victoria is going to throw a lot of money at you, and that's not even accounting for the expensive luxury gifts she has waiting for you. She doesn't expect you to pamper her, but she will be taking you to bed and unraveling you like the bow on her favorite present.

Starlight

Hallmark movies and supermarket wine and chocolates. There's no doubt she'd enjoy a nice night in, cuddled up with you on the couch under a blanket. She'd get you the perfect gift too and let you use it on her in bed. For her this day would be all about spending quality time together, reaffirming your love for each other with words and gestures.

Cate Dunlap

She's a sucker for romantic gestures even if she tries to act too cool for it. She loves being treated like the most specialist girl in the world. That means loving messages, rose petals scattered on the bed, a romantic candlelight dinner for two. Of course, she expects to be personally pampered in bed too and is expecting double the orgasms.

Marie Moreau

Growing up in an orphanage means she's never got to experience the full holiday. She might wave it off, pretending she doesn't really care, but when you surprise her with a giant teddy bear and chocolates, she's over the moon. They'll be lots of kissing and time spent in bed either indulging on some take out while watching a movie, or indulging in each other.