IT’S TIME TO MAKE A VERY [Specil] DEAL…

Käärijä - Helsinki 20.05 3/??

i love freddie’s reaction, but i’m John 100% xD

i miss geto i miss him so bad

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue his turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive pur,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

loved this scene in the film

a settembre dello scorso anno fui invitata - io onorata e preoccupata, ma coraggio - a una serata maratona di lettura e disegno per Gramsci, guidati dalla voce di Marco Baliani, e le letture delle lettere di Gramsci in prigionia, che nino scrisse alla cognata, ai figli, alla moglie, alle lontane amate persone sue.

fu serata bellissima e per me difficilissima, io che vivrei perennemente nascosta, a disegnar da sola in torre d'avorio, ma pure di sabbia, invece lì davanti a tutti, di notte, fredda gelida notte, sotto voci e parole cariche e piene, al freddo vento che tirava come una spada in una piazza di Bologna, dio come tremo, i pennini pennelli le dita sporche d'inchiostro le mani emozionate, le ciglia emozionate, i miei polsi sotto controllo, andavano avanti, come sbrindellati, da soli, seguendo le lettere, le voci degli attori, vibrazioni vibrazioni, e correvo cercando di fermare tutto — ma che ti corri?, io correvo, era mezzanotte e da seduta correvo, tra le parole in diretta dipinte fermate, gira pagina, continua, ferma tutto, dì tutto!

e alla fine di tutto, maratona vera tra segni voci musiche e luci, ero dispiaciuta, ero storta di me. di non essere stata padrona di questa emotività canaglia che mi coglie come un raptus al contrario, tremo mi tremano i polsi, mi lascio andare ma non mi lascio andare, controllo ferreo del non essere senza controllo,

— eppure questo ti chiedono, mi dico.

ho riaperto oggi quel taccuino carico, disegnato sotto la camera che mi riprendeva dallo zenit della sera, e oggi, solo oggi io placata, a ogni pagina m'è sembrato di ritrovarmi.

Guarda, sembra che l'abbia scritto io!, ma sono io. Sembrano parole che scriverei ora — o allora? — qualcun* l'ha scritto per me?,  io per mia mano ora pure trascriverei!

eppure son parole di Gramsci, parole d'amore da padre a figlio, di forza di tenacia, lotta dolce tremenda ispirazione.

mi trafiggono ora, mie mie davvero, che mi vedo da fuori a rileggerle - rileggermi riscrivere riscriverti, e ne sono così felice, sono così felice di essere così irriducibile corda di penna di valanga di violino, che vibra, proprio, e solamente, così come sa

Sono le mie cose molto serie, 

amate, amata.

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─── Jayce Talis/GN Reader

you could have it all (my empire of dirt) (NSFW. Multichapter. My absolute magnum opus. Western AU, 4/8 chapters posted)

cariño (eres un amor) (SFW sickfic)

nipple headcanons for Jayce* (NSFW headcanons. what it says on the tin.)

play (dirty)* (NSFW oneshot. Jayce gets jerked off during a play)

a pillar, familiar* (NSFW two-parter. Angst + hurt/comfort after Jayce returns from the wild rune.)

edging jayce until he cries* (NSFW drabble. What it says on the tin)

lover, be good to me* (NSFW mini-series.Jayce unlearns his shame about having a micropenis by having sex about it.)

these boots were made for walkin' (but that's not what they'll do) (NSFW, Jayce grinds off on your boot)

underneath the tree, unpacking a present* (NSFW drabble, Jayce gets a blowjob while wearing a christmas dress)

academic rivals* (drabble, suggestive)

painted white* (NSFW, Jayce in lingerie + degradation + spanking)

Pervert Jayce (headcanons, suggestive)

Jayce comforting a grieving s/o (SFW headcanons, hurt/comfort)

three things Jayce Talis is, one he isn’t (NSFW. Jayce loses his virginity to reader in his first year at the academy)

little spoon* (NSFW. Giving Jayce a handjob while spooning)

fitting* (NSFW. Jayce tries on a corset + nipple play.)

keep going (NSFW. Pussydrunk Jayce.)

amplitude and frequency (NSFW. Jayce gets caught masturbating to the thought of the reader)

do him justice* (NSFW drabble. Bondage + edging Jayce)

nerdy pickup lines* (suggestive drabble. Jayce trying to use a pickup line on reader in a bar and getting severely outdone.)

simplicity and heat (NSFW drabble. Cockwarming, service top Jayce)

a lesson in negotiation (NSFW. Horny, stressed Jayce being an absolute disaster)

─── Viktor/GN Reader

Swan song (Professor Viktor x TA reader. SFW with one NSFW chapter. TRANSMASCULINE reader in the final chapter.)

honey, I laugh when it sinks in (a pillar I am, upright) (NSFW, Viktor gets tied up and pegged)

useful (NSFW drabble, pussydrunk Viktor overstimulating reader)

perv viktor (headcanons, suggestive)

slav viktor (headcanons, not x reader-centric)

fuze & friction* ( AO3 only, modern crime AU)

reflections* (NSFW. sub!Viktor gets praised in the mirror)

i only want sympathy (in the form of you crawling into bed with me) (NSFW. Reader has unrequited feelings for Jayce, sleeps with Viktor, hate sex ensues)

─── Viktor/Jayce Talis/GN afab Reader

common tongue (of your loving) (NSFW. trans!Jayce x trans!Viktor x reader.)

torment, delight, something in-between (NSFW. Jayce gets his nipples pierced and crushes hard both on his roommate Viktor, and on his piercer.)

what crumbles, what remains (NSFW. 69 with a twist + Trans!Vik)

split in two (NSFW, Jayce gets pegged and spitroasted.)

oak, moss, rain (NSFW, shower sex but make it artsy)

1973

He’s doing pushups I swear 😔 that’s my twt @ btw I forgot I don’t have the same username