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[iz1331]

Black leather boots. It runs in the family. Strange and unusual as they are.

[sheluvslani]

Knuckle-Deep

Request: Cairo sweet x fem!reader smut fic, maybe something with guided masturbation that escalates ‘til her and reader fuck 👀

Pairing: Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

Summary: Cairo’s new story makes r drive to her house and reenact what Cairo wrote

Warning: smut, guided masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, finger-sucking 😵‍💫, bottom!Cairo, top!reader

A/n: kind of a long one, sorry for the wait (some text is from the Miller’s Girl Screenplay, it might be slightly edited to fit the story and to avoid copyright??) 

It was a typical rainy Sunday morning, you were stuck inside doing homework for your English class. That was until you got a notification from your email. It was from Cairo, all it had was a picture of her new book she was writing. As you opened the picture, it had highlighted section and you began reading, your face immediately turned red.

You knew Cairo wrote erotica, but this wasn’t just like any other book. 

She wrote this about you. And your name was plastered there on the very page.

And holy fucking shit, this was good. You quickly shut your laptop and grabbed your car keys. 

You quickly drove to her house, opening the door to find Cairo smoking a cigarette on the leather couch in her living room.

A whisper of smoke drifted from her mouth with practiced effort — something she’d picked up in some obscure noir she’d watched with her mother.

She threw it to the ground and stub it out with the heel of her shoe with slow, calculated movements.

She planned this.

You grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bedroom.

Cairo opened her mouth to say something, but the words fell away as you hungrily pressed your lips to hers. You pulled away with a sultry whisper,

“I want you to read it to me-” You ran your thumb over her lower lip,

“-Read it to me the way you read it to yourself.”

As you pulled away, Cairo took her tattered notebook off the bedside table and spread it open in the comforter of her bed. You stood behind her as she leaned over the bed.

“Page thirteen”, you whispered as of your hands slid up the front of Cairo’s short cotton dress, as the other pointed to a sentence on the page. “Begin here.”

Cairo’s began to recite what she wrote in a shaky voice: “It’s not because she’s a child, it’s because she’s a child with no innocence.” 

Her breath hitched as you placed your hand over hers. You slowly guided it to the mound at her center, pressing her fingers into the dark fold there — just behind the damp fabric of her panties.

She cleared her throat before scanning over the page again, searching for where she left off: “Look into her eyes and you see the monster of knowledge, the shadow of wisdom—“

She paused as she felt you pulling her panties over her hips, coaxing her thumb to circle her pleading clit, her other hand tightly gripped the comforter.

The pleasure Cairo was feeling was too intense for her to concentrate on the reading, the best she could do was mumble the words.

So you took the book from her and continued reading, watching her face closely as it contorted to one of pure ecstasy as she fingered herself.

“-Maybe in a bathroom stall at school, her own fingers knuckle deep-“

You gently persuaded her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, helping her thrust them as she moaned into the sheets of her bed. 

“-trying to rub out that itch. The ache inside.”

You closed the notebook and set it back down on the bedside table. You finally looked down at Cairo, her eyes clenched shut and her breathing labored, your hand still assuring her movements. 

You could tell she was close by the way she grabbed your hand and placed it over her perky breast. You complied and gently rolled her covered nipple between your fingers as she thrusted faster.

Cairo came on her fingers with a loud moan, falling on the bed and flipping over onto her back to catch her breath.

You grabbed her wrist and brought up her fingers to your mouth, placing them gently on your tongue. You slowly sucked off her arousal, groaning at the salty-sweet taste. 

You pulled her fingers out of your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ and she quickly pulled your lips to hers, moaning at the taste of her lingering in your mouth.

You pulled away, kissing down her chest and stomach as she arched her body into your touch. You slowly kissed her inner thigh as she thread her fingers into your hair, pulling you towards her aching core.

You licked a slow stripe from the bottom of her folds to the tip of her clit, she whined from your unrelenting teasing. 

You slipped a finger into her wet heat, pumping it in and out and curling it into her g-spot every other thrust. She gripped your hair tighter as you started to suck on her clit.

When you slipped in another finger, she moaned at the stretch. 

“Please… ‘m so close, baby…”

You were sure she could feel your smirk but her mind was clouded with pleasure. You sped up your movements and a gush of wetness escaped her swollen pussy. Kissing her thigh, you continued to pump your fingers in and out as she rode her wave of arousal. You slowly lapped up her cum as she whimpered from the overstimulation.

You took your time pulling away, a string of saliva unraveling itself from your lips and her throbbing clit. You gently rested your head on her chest and she stroked your hair. After a while, she started giggling to herself. 

You looked up at her with an eyebrow raised, “what’s so funny?”

“I should write about you more often.”

[outerjersey]

It's not fair. You're supposed to be the liar. The one pulling the strings.

[bobbin-buckley]

This pic has a chokehold on me rn

(Step. On me.)

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

this has literally been The Vision

I really hope more people write and draw them together now

[laatmaar]

You know I do wonder if there’s any (or rather how many) sidestep out there who is both in relationship with dr. Mortum and doing the entire love triangle with yourself and ortega thing, mostly because it amuses me to think about all the realizations Ortega has to go through if they ever do find out about the entire puppet situation.

Like first you find out your situationship has been puppeteering a comatose body around ( <- INSANE didn’t know they could do that)

Then you need to not only deal with the fact that they chose to date you while inhabiting said brain dead body, (Even if you can deal with the messed up ethics, what are you even supposed to make of that?) but they were also jealous of themself(themselves?)????

But moving past all that they were also cheating on you the entire time.

[swan2swan]

Or you could just have Brooklynn teleport up there, because look at how much ground she covered in two and a half seconds.

[seawardboundsammy]

actor ortega... and techie (technical theater) sidestep..... kissing behind the back curtain.... whirlwind showmance was that ends horribly. chen as ortega’s scene partner he dragged into this. themmy as another techie who’s informal job is actor wrangler. every tech week I must make a self indulgent technical theater au

[sidesteppin]

"do i know you?" "i doubt it." between ortega and the villain gets me every time. the layers to that. bc yes of course ortega knows the MC, at least in identity - but after the last seven years and what the MC has been through, and feeling like they've been left alone, abandoned - they refuse to believe that anybody really ever knew them at all. but the fact that instead of straight up just saying no, they have to say i doubt it. the bitterness of it. the plea behind it. the sliver of the possibility of being wrong.

[sidesteppostinghours]

hey hey hey hey hey

fun au idea

ortega finding the autopsy photos chen hid

[swordtit]

herald should be selfish and have sex with a step that's also got something going on with ortega, and he should be a bit of a shit about it. yeah ortega, they told me everything, trusted me, unlike you. but more importantly, i fucked your wife.

[sheluvslani]

Inexperienced

Request: Cairo Sweet teaching r how to kiss

Pairing: Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

Summary: Cairo teaching r how to kiss

Warning: making out, mild language

Not only was Cairo your roommate, but she was also your crush. You couldn’t help it, anyway. Her dimples, her freckles, her laugh, every part of her was perfect.

Just one problem.

You’ve never had your first kiss.

Yeah, kinda embarrassing. You’re in high school and you haven’t kissed anyone yet. 

But you’ve watched enough movies to figure out the basics of it. So you decided to practice kissing your hand like a 10 year-old boy who learned what sex was.

After school, you beelined to your room and sat down on your bed. You pulled up a picture of a very attractive girl on Instagram. You were about to bring up your hand to your lips when-

The door slammed open and Cairo stood in your doorway.

“Holy shit!” She burst out laughing, doubling over and leaning against the wall for support.

You slammed your laptop shut, almost throwing it across the room.

“Shut up, Cairo!”

She slammed her hand against the wall, laughing her ass off.

“Sorry, sorry.” She stood up straight and moved over to sit on the bed next to you, still giggling a bit. “But seriously, your hand was the best option?”

“Cairo! Please stop!” You flipped onto your stomach, hiding your face in the pillows.

She was quick to lay down next to you, moving your hair away from your face. “Y’know… I can teach you if you want. How to kiss someone, that is.”

You slowly looked up, your cheeks still a bright red. “Really?”

“Yeah. As long as you tell me who it’s for.” A dumb grin appeared on her face as she sat up.

“No way.” You groaned as you got up, your hand brushing against her thigh. You heard her breath hitch, but chose not to say anything.

“Fine, I’ll teach you for free. No secret-telling necessary.” She put your laptop on the side table, away from the both of you.

You quickly got up, excited to learn but nervous for what was coming next.

“So, you gotta get a mood going first…” She slowly massages your thigh, her fingertips grazing your inner thigh

“Then you lean in a bit…” She slowly leaned in closer, her breath mingling with yours, her eyes glistening in the dim moonlight.

You thought it was part of the demonstration, but you swore you saw something else in her eyes. 

So you slowly leaned in.

And so did she.

Her lips slowly grazed yours until they connected. It was soft and slow at first, but it slowly got more passionate.

She brought up her hand to your cheek, her thumb slowly tracing your cheekbone. After what felt like forever, she pulled away, breathless. You let out a pathetic whine, immediately making you flush with embarrassment, and she smirked at that.

She slowly licked her lips.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

[tempestat-ignis]

hit me with that car, i'm begging

[aurriearts]

comparing baby sura and rebirth era sura makes me emo

anyone else think about the fact that hb was maybe the last time ortega held sidestep until the diner scene?? no??

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[me-asterisk]

full refs for simon :)

[swordsandspectacles]

Both the nanovores and the villain who would eventually wield them could be classed as man-made monsters.

I didn’t record the sketch process (nobody deserves to watch that it’s so bad) but I did remember to hit the button during rendering time.