Spite and Tea

Hello! Call me Madam Affairs or just Madam. I enjoy writing whatever is currently haunting my mind or when something really pissed me off, usually with a side of Teh Tarik or Virgin Mojito.

My upload schedule is... whenever work didn't get the chance to beat me into the ground.

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Hehe, thank you. I'm back, baby! It took a while to, uh clean up, after what MC did.

It took a while, didn't it? But I knew that you guys are damn smart readers. Y'all caught on quickly on what happened and kicked it to high gear.

Came to ask ur opinion about the valko cancellation & couldnt find ur blog.

Got sad thought you deleted or left us.🥺

☺️Glad to see you didn't. Lmao took me a sec n realized & nice. Love it.😆

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Dude. I was screaming in my pillow when it all happened because I couldn't post as myself in this blog at the time! I can't give anyone a heads up either or it'll ruin the immersion T.T

And with the few shows that do show what that characters been doing, it's either a few snippets in the episode (think Gravity Falls, where one episode has Stan when off to a game show and leaves Mabel to handle the Shack due to bet reasons??), or they make an entirely separate episode to show what that character has been doing in their absence/travel.

I'd like to imagine some sort of spin-off where Valko just has to do something that warrants being too busy to deal with MC and NonMc chaos, and especially the aftermath of it all. If granted NonMc escapes... cause it would be so funny that MC doesn't get her lover/creator/mother/sister to, well... not escape, and Valko returns and is all, "MC, where ya been, Luca?" And she and even his rivals aren't having it.

Like They were all are just standing there and what not like. 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🐺

But in all seriousness tho, another great one from you👏, absolutely loved it!❤️❤️🤩😍

With that being said, I really hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself, love you!!💖❤️(let me know if that's too much)

That and some more! sdkfnksdf god, it took everything in me not to reply to this ask when that Part 6 dropped and then only reply to your DM once MC fully takes over the blog. Hehe, I bet that startle you~

Also, Caleb calling us Nugget was unexpectedly cute as hell and I did have to take a minute to process it. I really like the nicknames they all came up with for her/us.

Hehe, thank you~ I can't take all the credit because it was my sister's suggestion! But the idea was always to create a bridge that Non!MC can use to break free and it's the readers job to help pull 'you' out.

But of course, MC messed with that and trapped 'you' in Tumblr when she took control the blog.

And cheers to cosmic horror! I love that trope! Imagine Love and Deespapce with the elements from Event Horizon. That would be so fucked up skdjfdskf.

I'm fucking back (like, literally and... literaturely sdkjdskf), baby! Do you miss? I sure as fuck miss y'all! Now that the series is finally over, I'd like to explain a few things about it as a closure.

When I first started this fic with that Xavier chapter, I intended it to be a regular Non!MC angsty series because by god, I love this shit. But then I started talking to my sister about it and I'm reminded how I always wanted to write an Isekai story so... why not? I had a story structure in mind but then it just keeps evolving and evolving:

Yandere MC. God-like Non!MC by messing with the in-game mechanics and of course, eventually breaking the fourth wall.

Y'all, it took everything in me not to break character when MC hijacked this blog dnsfkjdsf. I was mad giggling at every reactions and comments and also, THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PLAYING ALONG! Half of writing a meta, fourth wall breaking story is the readers' interaction. Seriously, y'all made the story even more richer as it was happening in real time. Every ask, comment underneath MC's written parts and poll engagement made it even more immersive. So thank you for that. Shoutout to the peeps who were genuinely trying to rescue Non!MC. Y'all the best!

I also had a friend who helped me with the background image that MC used and the in-game email announcement at the very end. She's the most amazing person ever.

There were certain parts I wish I could've done it better (especially the finale) and oh my god, that whole Valko debacle that was happening halfway! I couldn't react to it in time due to the fact that MC already had this blog. Certain asks that was addressing to me personally I had to put it on a back burner too (I'll answer them all after this!). And for me personally, I felt like I was dragging this series for too long due to work and vacation travel.

But I hope everyone enjoyed 'The Fallen is Falling' series. I had lots of fun writing it and I hope y'all enjoy reading it too.

It's ridiculous. But there's something endearing about how determined she is. So, while no one was looking, you slipped a couple of skirts and blouses in her favorite colors into the pile.

"What do you think?" Was what Marcela said when she steps out of the bathroom. You look up from your phone—

"Close your eyes. I've got something special for my Tigress."

"This better not be a weapon or anything adjacent to a weapon. I will chuck it at your head otherwise."

"Cute, but no. This isn't just the latest phone in the market, it's been modified with a hidden system that only you can access. It can lead you to my hidden safehouse, grant you entry of course, provide secure access to Nest's intelligence network, and, if the worst happens, connect you with the few allies I trusts most with your safety. Well? What do you think?"

"Uh, does it have—"

"Yes, the memory storage is big enough to play your favourite mobile game without downgrading its performance."

"Then why didn't you start with that!?"

— and raises an eyebrow. Compared to you, cosy in bed, her long hair is damp; droplets trickled onto the carpeted floor like dew. Despite being a formidable Hunter, your fiancée never skips on her skincare routine and honestly? You respect that sort of discipline, which is why your eyes slowly fill with her soft, moisturised skin, glistening with a healthy sheen.

The two of you have been on a healthy kick lately. Due to your headaches, Zayne suggests adopting a new diet to see if it'll help and to show her solidarity, Marcela joins you as well. Ever since then, your plate has had a lot of leafy greens, salmon, eggs, and lentils, and even the occasional walnuts as a snack. You would've complained about the lack of fried chicken, but you might as well tough it out for another month if it stops Zayne from worrying.

The lacy bra and panties that barely cover Marcela are new, though.

She towelled off her hair and tossed it into the laundry basket. She smiles—seriously, you can't remember if she does anything but whenever she looks at you. Love, fondness, and everything else that's good and soft all in one— and asks, "Did you pick a game to play?"

"Uuuh... I'm getting a vibe that you're in the mood for some other type of game."

Your lover’s smile turns sly—so fucking gorgeous— and when she crawls onto the bed (the first thing that Xavier did when he moved into a new, bigger apartment was ordering a king-sized bed. Smart man), you feel a little self-conscious in your oversized t-shirt and shorts. But as if sensing those thoughts, Marcela is quick to hug you. She smells of fresh green apple, your favourite scent lately.

"It all depends on you," Marcela sings. She's being playful, and you can't help but be mischievous as well. "I just wanted to wear something cute tonight for a change. Don't I look cute?"

You snort. "Gorgeous is the word you're looking for. Don't sell yourself short. I like it when you're being all..." You wave a hand vaguely. "Bold and badass. That's what makes you gorgeous."

It's only by pure instinct that you lean your head back when Marcela suddenly tilts hers upwards. Her eyes are wide, deeply moved by your words. "Truly? Is that you truly feel about me?"

"Yeah? It's the only reason I fell for you in the first place."

Overcome with happiness, as if Marcela had been waiting for something for a long, long time and now it had finally come, she cupped your face and slowly, as if not to spook you, brought your lips gently with hers. She leaned towards you when you moved to support your back better, her lips refused to part from yours as your tongues explored each other. She rested her hands on your hips so that both of your breasts could rub against each other.

It didn't take long for Xavier to make his appearance in the bedroom. At first, he's too absorbed with his phone. "I've left the last two boxes of your stuff in the living room, Starling. I didn't take any of the items out since you wanted to sort them yourself—"

His words, thoughts, and everything else screech to a halt when he finally realizes. Two of his favourite people in the world are making out in his bed. Caressing and exploring each other's bodies with a delicious, simmering burn that has him staining his loose pants with precum.

When Marcela finally had her fill of you (for now. She's never satiated), you and she are breathing hard. Only then did she deign to turn to Xavier with an impish smirk. "Look, Teddy, Xav's already leaking for us."

Still panting, you catch Xavier dropping his pants, and your eyes widen with lust when his clean-shaven cock springs into view. Hard and pointing at the women. Marcela crooked her finger to beckon him towards the bed, which he does so eagerly. She reached for his cock, letting her hands glide softly over his dick. Xavier gasps when she fondles his balls. Precum begins to flow freely, and Marcela swipes his undershaft to suck it off her finger. Seeing her do that burns your body, making your clit twitch. What remaining clothes were peeled off after that, Xavier and Marcela unwrapped you like a present.

With a bit of manoeuvring, you're now on top of Marcela, and Xavier grabs his cock with one hand while the other slaps your asscheck. You moan both in pain and pleasure.

"Gentle, Xavier!" Marcela barks, from underneath you. She didn't appreciate being interrupted from peppering your neck with much-deserved kisses.

"S-sorry. Did it hurt badly?" Xavier asks in concern, massaging your cheek in apology, though he's so painfully hard.

"No... I like it." You assure him. Boy, were Rafayel and Sylus delighted to find out your masochist side.

With that, Xavier's confidence returns. His eyes were hooded with the desperate need to fuck you. He enters your drooling pussy and manages to thrust his cock all the way in you. He moans, feeling your tight snatch around him while you and Marcela are kissing slopily again. He then fucks you and fucks you hard.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck her, Xav. Fuck her deep!" Marcela urges him on while you cry out. She made sure to rub her pussy with yours, loving how every time Xavier thrusts into you, your clits are also kissing.

The way you easily accept him, accept them, and your adorable pleasure-drunk cries drive Xavier and Marcela crazy. He feels the building need to paint your inside white.

"You like that, baby? Your little pussy getting fuck from behind while grinding on another pussy who loves you to death?" Xavier growled. He didn't wait for you to answer because he's already cumming in you, filling you up so deliciously while you could only moan and cum as well. Drenching his cock and Marcela's sweet cunt.

But it isn't over yet.

Your lovers were kind enough to give you some room so you could catch your breath from the first orgasm of the night, but Marcela could never really keep her hands to himself.

"Mmn! W-what..." You whimper when Marcela starts playing with your pussy. Her thumb swipes over your clit, rolling it and playing with your cum mixed with Xavier's, thick and creamy. You squirm, half trying to get away while the other half loves how every bundle of your nerves is screaming in pleasure.

"Shhh," Marcela coos, transfixed at how lewd your pussy is. She can't wait to watch Rafayel use his brush on you, but that's a story for another time. "I know you like this. Let me love you. Let me love you. Let me love you forever and ever..." When her fingers are coated, she sucks them into her mouth. Moan and relish the taste while Xavier furiously pumps his leaking cock, staring at both of you. She then kisses you yet again, only this time, sharing the cum. Making you taste the flavor that she can't live without. A little cum drool from the corner of your mouth.

She pumps your pussy again, driving you over the edge, but just before you could cum, she pulls her hand back and makes you and Xavier watch as she fingers herself. It was so hot that the two of you also joined in, masturbating together. Xavier cum first, breathing hard and then follow by you and Marcela.

He then contented himself with propping up again the headboard to watch you and Marcela spread your legs and start rubbing each other's wet pussies. Grunts and even giggles fill the room, both teasing each other sensually.

"Xavier her... her tits. Her poor, neglected tits." Marcela moans, slowing down, and soon they begin sucking on your nipples. Pulling and nibbling as if they had milk. You fucking love it because each would take their own time, one in each breast in their mouth, until you can't bear it anymore. It's the quickest way to get your pussy wet when your lovers' mouths are on your titties. Zayne practically had a thing of cumming deep in you while sucking on a nipple.

But right now, Xavier had moved to suck on your pussy, it's his turn to enjoy your juices while Marcela plays with your breasts. It reminded you of the time when he, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb surrounded you, touching your naked body all over. Your lips were kissed non-stop, and your tits were massaged. They spread your legs so that Rafayel and Caleb could comfortably share your pussy; licking and sucking your clit until you squirm. You gripped their hair and squirted your pussy juice all over their faces until your taunt body finally collapsed.

You don't know how many times you've cummed, lost in intense sex.

Only when your tongue is deep in Marcela's pussy above you and Xavier sliding his cock home into your pussy, pounding you, that you know you'll pass out, dead asleep after this.

"Breed her deep, Xav... oh god," Marcela pants as she rides your tongue like a needy whore. "Wanna see you breed her pussy. Fill her up with your cum!" She screams, throwing her head back in ecstasy while Xavier's thrust becomes rougher, faster.

"Can't get enough, so hot and tight. Your pussy keeps tightening around me, so hungry. Desperate for my cum." Xavier grunted, sweat running down his abs. "You'll let me breed you, won't you? Fill you up real good?"

"Nnnngh yesss!"

"Yeah? You want my babies?"

"O-oh! Ah! Ah!"

"That's it sweet girl, keep... squeezing my cock. Make me cum. I love you so much! You'll be a good mother, won't you? A good, happy mother for all our babies."