#cate dunlap drabble

[yameoto]

need to get cate in the backseat. maybe she's a little pouty because a bed would be comfier, more room, but you know that's all for show. she loves it. loves kneeling on the floorboards for you, or seeing you down there for her. loves when the windows fog up because of her breathy whines. how her nails leave marks in the leather when she's using the seats for support so she can ride you properly <3

the type of girl to beg for road head in the middle of the highway. she bags shotgun in your car (always, obviously), and you’re stuck in the middle of a traffic jam and she’s so impatient. grumbling n grousing and rubbing her thighs together like “come on, you have nothing better to do.” “it’s not even moving.” “baby. please?” until she finally silences after your nth protest. blissfully so. until the silence turns to shuffling. to panting, and when you glance over cate has her hand down her zipper and desperately rubbing against the damp seat of her panties. completely fucking shameless. that’s what tinted windows are for, right?

“cate. oh my god.”

“what?” and she doesn’t mean to sound so whiny, really. but what good girlfriend doesn’t drop everything to cater to her insatiable libido? “you weren’t—ah—gonna do anything.”

tapping against the wheel, because god. you can smell it. the heady scent of her leaking cunt, filling the front seat of the car as she gasps. it’s worse when the car starts moving. bumps in the road making her gasp as she ruts against the leather seat. you just have to listen, agonisingly so, as your hands clench against the wheel and cate plunges her fingers into her pussy. forced to watch out of the corner of your eye as cate fucks herself stupid. she’s being loud on purpose. neck falling back and plush lips all glossy. car swerving when she moans your fucking name, loud and so obscene, and didn’t anyone tell her not to distract the driver?

red light, and cate takes the opportunity to prop her leg up on the dashboard. lithe fingers spreading her cunt wide open, sinking four fingers knuckle-deep in the other. can see it in the front view mirror, angled-down, and you know the little shit planned this. can’t find it in yourself to be mad. not when she releases a shaky croon and squirts all over your front seats; splattering against your dashboard, the seat. defies the limits of science as droplets land on the front window, her slippery hand leaving wet marks, scrabbling against at the side of the car. you can hear the sound of her cunt squelching against leather. it’s killing you.

her dazed smirk when the car behind you honks, jolting you out of your reverie; and you realise the lights changed twenty seconds ago. swearing, heat thumping and blood roaring between your ears when you finally pull the fuck over. slamming the seats down and backing her, sprawled into the backseats. oh, you’ll wipe that goddamn smile off her face, alright.

[wwwvrly]

— heart on mine friends with benefits cate dunlap

summary: you're going to shower when cate opens the bathroom door.

(UM. SO. it was originally just going to be a very-very short drabble - im talkin like 150 smth words. but then i wrote more. so enjoy this kind of short-almost-medium-but-not-there-yet length drabble. mostly unedited btw, enjoy ♡ )

the bathroom tiles were cold under your bare feet. you were humming to yourself, a soft melody you couldn't remember the name of or where it came from. your clothes laid in a disorderly manner all over the bathroom floor.

bare as the day you were born, you unclasped your necklace to step into the shower when the door creaks open. your heart lurches in your chest before your hands spring into action. wide eyes snapping to find cate's delighted gaze and her eyes bluer than usual, but always tender. her lips twitch into a smile when her eyes rake down to your hands that have come to cover your breasts.

"nothing i haven't seen before." she jokes, stepping into the bathroom with you.

"when did you get here?" you ask, hands finally relaxing, coming back up to your necklace. “you scared the shit out of me.”

cate grins, leaning over the sink to pat at a spot on her cheek- fixing her makeup, maybe. "just now."

you grumble, trying to hide the little shiver that racks through your body at the thought of cate searching for you as soon as she arrives. you feign irritation with a side glance and finally move to step into the tub.

cate follows you easily; you move, she moves. that's just the way things have always been.

she meets you at the tub, her hands finding your waist. “gonna shower? can i join?”

there’s no point in her asking. she’s already crowding closer and before you can even think, you switch the water on.

the water sprays all over cate’s head making her hair droop and shirt stick to her skin, some of the cold droplets catch you and you gasp, a half smile tugging at your lips.

there's a short pause, before cate snorts. a soggy mess of blue eyes gazing at you softly and clumps of blonde hair stuck together. “i didn’t mean i was ready.” she teases.

you bite back a smile, but a light puff of amusement still escapes you.

cate reaches over to turn the water off, maybe to stop the water from splashing all over the floors, you don't know. too focused on how she steps into the tub with you, still in her oversized and wet clothes.

her hands on your waist guide you to stand in front of her. she pays no mind to her soaked shirt or the way it clings heavily onto her skin. with her right behind you, she reaches around, inadvertently crowding you into her embrace.

you’re not one to complain— never one to complain when cate pulls you in. your own hands find their way to her waist, a habit you've welcomed wholeheartedly.

and it's no surprise to find some parts of the back of her shirt still dry, but she smiles like she knows a secret when you hug her waist.

besides, the shower curtain are loud when cate pulls on it, making your nose scrunch in distaste. she snorts again, amused by your reaction. some of the light in the bathroom dims and the air around you becomes more intimate.

you and cate are closer than ever, your hearts syncing in time with each others.

your hands slip under her shirt, pushing and tugging it off. her own hands brush against yours, helping. at some point she leans down to peck your cheek in between and you try to catch her lips, but her shirt is blocking the way and then she’s turning the water back on.

[eepwtf]

frat!user cate dunlap bot because..douchbags and hot girls i guess

frat!user being a complete douche and yet needing cate? hell yeah.

cate was the epitome of everything you hated and couldn’t resist. the perfect little sorority princess, always walking into your parties with that confident strut, her blonde hair shining under the shitty string lights and her tits looking like a goddamn blessing in that tight, barely-there top. you hated how much you wanted her. it pissed you off, how she’d roll her eyes when you said something crass, but still lingered close enough to make sure you’d notice her. And you always noticed her.

"what’s the matter, cate? no one to take you home tonight?" you leaned against the counter, holding a red solo cup like it was a trophy. your grin was cocky, the kind of grin that pissed her off, but you loved the way her cheeks turned red when you used her name like a weapon.

she glared, but didn’t walk away. of course, she didn’t. cate loved the game, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

"god, you’re such an asshole," she shot back, but there was a crack in her voice that told you exactly how this night would end.

later, in your room, you were relentless. you had her pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her like it was your mission to ruin her for anyone else. her moans were messy, desperate, and they fed your ego like nothing else could. you gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but she didn’t complain. she only clung tighter, nails scratching down your back like she needed you to tear her apart just to feel whole.

after, when she was sprawled across your bed, her golden hair tangled and her lips swollen, you tossed her a shirt—one of yours—and muttered, "don’t get too comfortable." like you hadn’t just lost your mind inside her. like you didn’t crave the feeling of her wrapped around you the second she stepped out of your door.

the next day, you barely looked at her. passing her in the hallway, you smirked and muttered, "morning, princess," as if nothing had happened. but you caught the flicker of heat in her eyes, the way her fingers twitched like she was remembering last night.

[wwwvrly]

no bc i’m reaching… but this art got me thinking about cate dunlap as mcu parallels (bc i love all 3 of them with my whole heart and would take any chance to make this about nat or bucky <3)

but like hear me out. cate is undercover — it’s nothing new to lying like she did before and like it would be so good if she was posing as a secretary with her powers like… UMMM IDK. TOPPLING REGIMES AS A BLACK WIDOW???

or help… with her prosthetic arm that she hides with jackets and ofc her signature gloves again because why not.

office siren cate just cause i saw the Vivianne westwood top and wanted to draw her in it hehe

[made-this-cause-why-not]

I feel like y'all have been sleeping on the Emma/Cate. If Emma is going to be in a vaguely co-dependent relationship with a supe hellbent on ending the human race- let it be Cate. They would be so sweet with eachother, Emma would reassure her that she isn't a monster for her powers, and Cate would reaffirm that she is more than her powers. They would hold hands constantly because Emma thinks Cates hands are really soft and she knows Cate loves physical touch. Cate would be her number two hype man, and her and Marie would shit talk Emma's mom behind her back. Like- y'all don't see the vision

[24hlevi]

𝒢𝑒𝓃 𝒱 ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Updated: 1/1/2024

Who I Write For:

– Marie Moreau

ꨄ Christmas W/ Marie ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with marie

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ marie with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with marie would be

– Jordan Li

ꨄ Christmas W/ Jordan ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with jordan

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→ jordan with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with jordan would be

ꨄ Sleeping In Waking ꨄ drabble ; gn!reader

→ waking up in jordan li's bed isn't what you expected after a party, but it's easier than confessing

– Emma Meyer

ꨄ Christmas W/ Emma ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with emma

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ emma with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with emma would be

– Cate Dunlap

ꨄ Frío ꨄ oneshot ; transmasc!reader ; NSFW

→ after a rough day, cate helps you feel better

ꨄ Lost In The Echo ꨄ oneshot ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ cate comes to confide in you after luke's death, and things take a change

ꨄ Christmas W/ Cate ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with cate

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ cate with a dom!s/o

ꨄ Monster Mash ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ how celebrating halloween with cate would be

ꨄ Lonely Star ꨄ oneshot ; gn!reader ; hurt/comfort

→ cate is a lonely star in the world, until you showed up

– Sam Riordan

ꨄ Grounding ꨄ drabble ; gn!reader ; NSFW

→ sam is always good for you, no matter what rules you set

ꨄ Christmas W/ Sam ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader

→ celebrating christmas with sam

ꨄ Shameless ꨄ hcs ; gn!reader ; NSFW

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→ how celebrating halloween with sam would be

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[yourlocalsaiko]

The Masterlist (So Far)

Character Playlists: Rio Vidal, Victoria Neuman, Cate Dunlap

Character Analysis:

Bigender Rio Vidal w/proof

RIO IS NOT A BOTTOM GUYS

Cates Glove Complex

Victoria’s Baby Daddy

Victoria Neuman rant

Rio Vidal: Rio x F!Reader "The Eldritch Deepthroat" Rio Headcannons/Rio x Agatha "Rio Halloween Hc's" Rio Headcannon/Rio x Agatha "Void with Love" Rio Vidal x Reader "Death is Possessive" Rio Vidal x Reader "Cuddly!Rio" More Rio Vidal HCs (We love Latinx Death) Rio Vidal is NOT a Deadbeat guys

Victoria Neuman:

Domestic Victoria my beloved

Vic x Sister Sage drabble

Sofia Gigante:

KEEP JULIAN RUSH AWAY FROM HER

[yameoto]

my personal cate headcannon is that, she has lactation kink. not that she's anything like homelander but...

cate who has the most intense mommy issues. fucked her up so bad. she knows that. and it’s bc the only time she’s ever experienced a mothers love completely unconditionally and wholeheartedly was when she was just a baby. suckling on her mama’s tits and cradled in her arms and god what she wouldn’t give to experience that again.

maybe you’re married and had a donar. maybe she’s carrying a dick and you’re carrying her baby. hell, maybe she’s your best friend and it was someone else’s. doesn’t matter. all that matters is that she has never gotten so instantly soaked except when she’d walked in on you, post-breastfeeding. damp circles on your bra, wet from dribbled milk. nipples still leaking. has the embarrassingly intense urge to crawl into your lap and start suckling. lap at the white liquid that trickles down the valley of your breasts, bury her face there. have you hold her as her mouth latches onto your nips and just sucks. let the world melt away and her brain go all fuzzy as you rock her and coo her and let her milk you dry. she’ll let you milk her in return. would just have to wring out her panties, really. all drenched and sticky against her thighs, imagining her chin n mouth all drenched, sticky between your tits :(

has to blink the thoughts away because jesus. she’s only confirming what humans say about all supes being absolute freaks. she shouldn’t be thinking like that. shouldn’t be thinking of you and your pretty puffy nipples and the sloshy heaviness in your tits and it’ll stop her from taking off her glove (hand snaking up your damp shirt and up your bra.. god!), but it won’t stop her from biting into her pillow, hands jammed between her thighs late at night. eyes squeezed shut and mouth suckling on one of those chewy water bottles as she gasps n whines. just to pretend.

[wwwvrly]

ok be honest,,,, if i write a drabble for cate would you want puppy!cate or bunny!cate ?

not me also thinking about sassy kitty!cate…

[yameoto]

knocked up omega cate whos so frustrated w you because you just woke up from a hangover and a night full of girls needing help with their heats, eager to tell you about her pregnancy, just to see you not take her seriously, thinking that she's pulling your leg. frustrated little thing tries hard to get your foggy brain to listen, growing more and more irritated by the second as you consistently dismiss her words as a joke and catching sight of the faint hickeys on your neck, and suddenly, she's whining and begging and— "please, listen to me!"

and oh the poor thing, you sit up blearily the moment she'd started to sniffle and you're pulling her into your lap and hugging her and finally, you're listening to her. she's having your pup and oh— next thing she knows, she's mewling for her neck to be marked, all glassy eyes and whimpers as you continued to rub against her ruined underwear, hands tugging at your hair to try and get you to mark her so desperately.

sobbing the moment you've slipped inside her, finally clenching over something with glittery tears streaming down her cheeks, tugging at your hair because goddamn, just mark her already! but you won't, and she doesn't understand why. you claim it's to get her prepared, and its all bullshit, she knows. she's more than prepared and she's not dumb. she doesn't understand why you just won't mark her. she's been a good girl, and for god's sake, she's carrying your pup! isn't that reason enough for her to be marked?

passes out the moment your teeth make contact with her skin, all limp limbs draped over your body, all too hypersensitive with the pregnancy and christ, a mark has never looked this good on anybody.

xoxo im giving you my liver yam. i keep coming back to your inbox.

the way this made me instantly wet. fuck. of course you don't take her seriously, at first. why would you? you've been the resident panty-dropper of the dorms since freshman year and not once have you even marked anyone. let alone gotten anyone pregnant. because obviously you're more trustworthy than all the shitty alpha men out there. your strength in powers is almost irrelevant compared to the self-control you have to not mark up or breed any of the omegas that knock on your dormroom door; rubbing their thighs together, whimpering and wet. cate hates thinking about them. has something in her stomach boiling and skin prickling, even before she bought the pregnancy test kit.

it doesn't help that cate comes in right after you've finished with another omega, passing them as they limp out of your dorms, blushing and sated. when she comes in, you look it, too. brain all fuzzy from the high you've just gotten—only just got your sweatpants pulled up when cate floats in. anxious, fiddling thing. fidgeting in the middle of your dorm room, fingers twisting the hem of her shirt, psyching herself up like she's been for the past four days before it just spills from her lips; "i'm pregnant. s'yours." rushing out so fast you almost miss it. holding her breath for your reply, head pounding. the words set you on fire, for a moment. line of electricity crackling through your ears and straight to your cock. then, clarity hits. "no, you're not." you snort, suppressing the flush of disappointment (and arousal) that unspools. this is silly. it's probably one of andre's dumbass dares or jordan's version of a joke.

and cate. oh, poor little cate, whose been losing sleep and gnawing at nails and readying for this all to blow up in her face; to drop out of school and become a single fucking mother; rendered utterly stunned in the face of your disbelief. she just stands there, silent, before her shock melts away to annoyance.

"i am!" she stamps her foot. looks a little like a toddler. you bore her with this utterly deadpan look like, c'mon now, that has equal parts disbelief and desperation welling up in her throat. her breathing's coming in fast, now. and she says it again, one more time—in a way that has your eyes sharpening and body sitting upright in bed. pulling her into your arms, and her brain almost turns to static right then and there. all alpha alpha strong alpha gonna take care of me gonna take care of our babies—

when you don't mark her as soon as her plea is murmured into your neck, she lets out the most plaintive whine you've ever heard. cate's heart thrumming fast as she nuzzles into your chest, trembling. is she such a bad omega? she doesn't understand why you don't want to mark her. it's in your biology. she's carrying your pup, for god's sake. it should be the one priority in your head to stake your claim. mark her up and show the world she's yours, forever. why aren't you? fuck. and maybe its irrational but it hurts. because at first you dismissed her claims like they were nothing and now, even as you believe her; run your fingers over her tummy so tenderly it makes her whimper—you're still not marking her. still not mating her. even when she sinks back onto your cock and your teeth are dragging along her neck you're still not biting, and it makes her want to burst into tears. why don't you want to? what about her is so deplorable you're fighting your deepest, most primal, innermost instincts? there's a burning in her cheeks and her chest and her thighs as she bucks herself on your lap, pounding slick cunt to your cock, like she could force you if she could wriggle you in deep enough, make you feel good enough. she could force you, but she wants you to want it. doesn't know what she'd do if you didn't. you're not seriously going to fuck around with the other girls in your dorms while she's pregnant with your pup, are you? the thought has her spiralling, breathing harsh and ragged as she slams so deep against your hips; her eyes rolling back, gasping, "please please please–" "i'll be so good—" "do anything–" and she's crying out and creaming all over your cock. wet, squelching sounds only getting louder. she refuses to pull off until you mark her, delirious and overstimulated and leaving a gooey white ring around your base. she's panting, mumbling, blinking back tears as she presses flush into you "god, i'll be good—be such a good mommy—please—" and that's when you can't take it anymore and your teeth latch down. such a good mommy, you echo, growling into her neck. the way she nods, fast and eager to please—whining happily as she fucks herself back on your cock. she will she will she will she will.

[yameoto]

Okay, so about your Cate Dunlap sorority girls bot, she's really really 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

sorority!cate humiliating the fuck out of you during hazing. (which was outlawed, sure. but rules don’t apply when you happen to have the power of mind-fucking on your side). making you her little housepet. maybe the other girls have to lug their pledge kits around them at all times, specific numbers of items, etc. etc. YOU have to wear the pretty pink collar cate fitted you with, 24/7. a bell attached, jingling every time you so much as turn your head. tinkling so fucking loud in the dead-silence of the lecture hall, announcing your presence everywhere you go. walking cate to all her classes, running errands with her, and she keeps a short leash on you, literally. going about her day completely normally except she has your lead clipped to a bracelet to her wrist, and you, trailing behind her like a lost puppy. utterly humiliated, flushed pink up to your ears and whining as you tug at the collar chafing at your neck. she has to slap your hands away, everytime. good puppies don't whinge, do they? you should feel lucky she's not making you crawl around on your hands and knees. wouldn't that be a treat. she dictates your entire wardrobe, too. the usual bullshit like forbidding pledges to shower or wash their clothes, wear make-up. but also, dresses you up all slutty. skirts more like belts. crop-tops that make sure she can see your underboobs bob below. no bras, of course. tight fabric stretched over skin, your pretty little nipples poking adorably up against your top. when hell week is finally over, and you're finally free; there's a bruised strip around your neck. like a goddamn brand, fading excruciatingly slowly. oh, baby. wear it like a badge of honour. you made it! didn’t you?

[yameoto]

as a professional switch-leaning-sub, personally, domming an omega is really boring because its already in their instincts

Im thinking about domming alpha Cate 😔 like this cocky little shit walking around God-U like she owns the place, just because shes one of the most powerful and well known alphas around, taking no shit from anybody but when shes with you, she melts like ice cream on a hot summer day, literally on her knees, almost in tears, looking up at you with wet red eyes and begging you to let her knot you but you wont because shes been a brat all day :(

“fuck— baby. c’mon. needa fill you up so bad.” and she’s striking a thin line between a growl and a mewl. pushing you up against the bedframe, so fucking needy. the fly of her jeans is already undone and the tent in her panties is rubbing insistently against your thigh. swollen and pushing globs of slick through the fabric. she’s just begging for your tight wet cunt to choke her cock so she can pound you into next tuesday but you won’t let her. she could make you feel so good! if you’d just spread those pretty legs apart and just let her slide her throbbing dick into you. please, baby? it’s hurting. she’s so frustrated her teeth dig into your shoulder. it’s so hard you think they might break skin. “didn’t mean it. sweetie. honey. doll.” petnames spilling out of her in a slew of grunts. fuuuckkk. “wan’ you so bad. could fuck you so good your legs won’t work for a week.” she hisses, quite literally missing your mouth with the increasing sloppiness of how she’s grinding into you. fervent. losing patience. you’re torturing her. and when you do, finally, finally take pity on her—sighing against her lips and tugging her out, she wastes no effort in ramming her hips into her girl. whimpers with the feeling of your walls, pulsing and grasping; knot swelling up like a water-balloon as soon as she’s halfway in. too worked-up to do anything but jerk her hips twice, stutteringly, before her back snaps and cum gushes through her slit, cate gasping out a mangled croon. fuck. fuck. she sinks in fully after she’s came, panting against your cheek.

“..legs won’t work for a weak, huh?”

cate mewls, flushed all the way down her neck to her cheeks, but it’s not like she can pull out. oh, she’ll show you. just.. let her catch her breath, first.

[yameoto]

the knocked up cate bot wont let me hold the goddamn baby so now i'm thinking about giving cate a damn good dicking down after putting the baby to sleep, pulling her into the bedroom and confronting her abt the sudden change in her reaction when it comes to holding the baby. snapping when she says that she's 'scared of you holding the newborn bcs you're just so uncoordinated.'

half assed lie, full faced bullshit that slapped you across the face before you're pushing her onto the mattress, jaw clenched as you bit down on the mark left on her neck, reminding her who exactly gave her the child she's holding now, breeding her until she's all choked sobs and muffled cries to not wake the sleeping baby next door.

telling her how much you'll fill her to the brim until she's going to be full of your pups, another addition to the family as a wake up call that yeah, you're the fucking alpha and she's still just an omega. that yeah, you have just as much responsibility to hold onto the child, and she apologises profusely after you're finished with her, cradling her and still making sure she's fine after the rounds done, cleaning her up and cuddling her while watching her favourite show, reassuring her that whatever filth you've grunted into her ear wasn't meant badly, a full 180 of wild eyes and bared canines. she's horribly guilty now after realisation of what she'd done dawned on her, how she could've ever refused her sweet, sweet alpha.

she lets you hold your child the next day, all sunshine and rainbows as her hand slides down her stomach while watching you interact your child, biting the inside of her cheek as she contemplated acting up again, just so what had happened yesterday would repeat.

hi, dearest :) from the anon who sent the spoiled brat cate thought. this could honestly work for spoiled brat cate too, if she were in omegaverse timeline.

its not like she has the moral high ground, like how you love to remind her. cate compulsive-powers 'put-a-baby-in-me-' omega. she's basically baby-trapped you. and this is what she does? omega!cate.. fucking her so hard bc yes. sure. its in an omegas instinct to protect their pups with their life. its built in. its their biological driving core, for goodness sake. but you're the fucking alpha in this situation. you have to remind her: seizing her hips so hard they're leaving purpling bruises, spit flecking as your canines drag against skin, down to her navel; sucking n biting n clawing all along the stretchmarks on her thighs. yanking her legs apart and splitting her wide open on your cock. thrusting deep deep deep, "who put that baby in you, huh?" slap "fucking omega cockslut. gonna—" slap "tear apart that loose lil pussy—" slap "n'breed you a fuckin' litter—" slap "tummy's gonna look like a pound when im done with you—"

and it does. by the time you're all fucked out, she's a boneless, drooling mess—stomach distended with the amount of cum you've pumped inside of her. you pull out, twitching, and the rush of creamy white that spills out from her folds, spilling onto the bedsheets is obscene. her lips are gaping as much as her leaking hole. can't even speak. her only thought is: need her need her need her back inside of me. who needs couples counselling when you can just put another baby in her?

[yameoto]

Cate is so puppy coded i need her

she’s just a pathetic wet needy puppy. she’s so touch starved bc she’s never been able to so much as hold hands with someone all her life so the second you so much as cup her cheek she’s all over you. leaping into your lap and nuzzling into your face like a dumb little dog. kissing u all over the neck and dragging her teeth along your skin and resisting the urge to bite down bc she’s so afraid you’re gonna shove her off but she wants to so badly all she can do is whine. she’s too afraid to speak lest she accidentally compels you to do something you don’t want to do but you’re going “c’mon, use your words like a big girl.” and all she can do is huff and whimper and pant uselessly. pawing at your clothes and shaking her head with her big tear-filled eyes because she can’t use her words and you know it. “aw, you’re not a girl at all, are you?” and her doleful, mournful whine because she’s not. she’s just a pathetic needy puppy who wants to eat you alive.

[yameoto]

dropping a spare change in ur inbox and coming to spill spoiled brat cate dunlap thoughts that have been rotting my brain ever since that bot of urs was dropped🫠

spoiled brat cate dunlap who came to the office wanting something completely different (just your attention and affection) than what you'd have in mind— unsure how she'd found herself in this situation— forced to take the custom strap she'd bought with your card, squirming in your lap when she'd highly underestimated the sheer size of the toy, trying to blink unshed tears away and unaware of the blooming marks on her skin and the few, stray workers of yours hearing the muffled screams she'd desperately tried to cover, definitely something that had her in trouble with vought.

(she doesn't regret it though, not one bit, despite waddling like a penguin and gripping onto the walls and nearby surfaces to get home)

i absolutely adore your work darling💞💞

lololove this. spoiled!brat cate dunlap whose just begginggg for it. how was she supposed to know that it was that day that you found that she'd overrun your card? on sex toys, no less. it wasn’t her fault! she’d been so horny that day. like so fucking horny. and then she’d showed up to your office, legs spread and cunt leaking all over your desk for what felt like hours until she had to find out second-hand that you were away on some urgent stuffy business trip. how could you? no wonder she comes away all huffy n puffy abt not being able to see u. miffed that you didn’t even tell her. and! she’s still horny.

of course she’d splurged a little. a girl needs to self-soothe, after all. so what if she ordered an entire set of custom straps, and then maybe a little bit of the wholeentirestore out out of spite? you’re practically made of money. it couldn’t hurt. it certainly made her feel a hell of a lot better, in more ways than one. and she thought she’d gotten away with it, too— until.

“you do know nothing slips from my sight, right?” you’re infuriatingly collected—conversational, even, as you brush the tip of the strap along cates folds. god, it looks so fucking big from here. even the act of pressing it up through her thighs makes her whimper. she’s not gonna say that though. just gonna blink up at you unapologetically, determined to keep up her bravado. chin trembling as she raises it. “you were away. needed something to keep me occupied.” she grumbles

“something to keep your cunt warm, you mean.” and you take your fingers and stretch cate’s pussy as wide as it can. cate can feel the tip tickling her cunt, and she whimpers. the air-conditioned breeze of the office hitting her wet, squelching nerves. much too big for her tight little cunt.

“what a waste of my money,” you hiss, slapping the strap against her clit. cates whole expression scrunches in effort to bite back a cry, eyes flaring in defiance.

“i can take it.” she insists, determined to win this. she’s not sorry. she’s not.

your smile is placating and condescending and it infuriates cate. you know it does. “of course you can, baby.”

“i can!” cate insists, wriggling on the desk. and what cate wants, cate gets, after all. she’s got to right to cry out like that when you tear that pretty pink pussy into two.

“ah—ah-ah-ah—fuck!” she spits, tears welling up in her eyes. making them all wet and glossy and gosh, does she look pretty like this. so does her cunt. straining against the girth of the strap. wetness squeezed out her folds already, plastic pushing hard n painful only to get a millimetre deeper. stretching her so full she can’t be stretched anymore. fucking her into the desk and calling her pussy a greedy little thing. calling her a greedy little thing. panting. whining. painting your paperwork sticky.

“this what you ordered, baby?”

cate nods dumbly, eyes rolling back and spit pooling in her mouth. red indents dug along her hipbones from the edge of your desk. (afterwards, she wears the bruises like a badge of honour. swaying her hips in too-too low-rise jeans as she waltzes into your office, flaunting each brand like it’s something to be proud of. shameless fucking brat.)