Chosoyuki Week Day 6 - Blood

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight) + Lap Dance:

(prompt list here)

Sweet, gorgeous, baby Steven absolutely deserves a lap dance, and once you've been seeing each other for a while, finally taking your relationship to a physical level, you decide to give him a little valentine's day surprise.

You move an armchair into the centre of his little flat, getting yourself all dolled up in some new lingerie, picking some relaxed, sexy music to fill the air the moment Steven walks through the door. He comes home a few minutes later than usual, flowers and chocolates in hand, excited to have a loving partner to celebrate Valentine's with for the first time since he can remember.

He's a little confused when he sees the repositioned chair, the dim lighting, and picks up on the unfamiliar melody echoing through his home, setting down his offerings for you as he shrugs off his coat. "I'm home love! Happy Valentine's Day!" he calls out, cheeks aching from the smile he can't hold back thinking about you as his valentine for the day. The smile quickly dropped to awestruck wonder as you stepped out from the bedroom, the way you look in your lingerie almost enough to give this sweet boy a heart-attack.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love. Why don't you take a seat and I'll show you just how much I like you." You spoke slowly, deliberately purring over certain syllables as you patted the chair in front of you, watching Steven's eyes grow wider and wider. His mouth hung open, brain completely malfunctioning as he stood frozen in front of you. It took you patting the back of the chair again for him to snap out of his stupor, shaking his head before half-tripping, half-sprinting to sit in the seat front of you. He shifted awkwardly in the chair as you guided your hands down over his chest, placing a soft kiss on his neck before whispering in his ear, "Unlike with most lapdances, today you can touch me as much as you want."

Steven could feel himself throbbing before you'd even reached his lap, his heart racing at the the way your skin was perfectly framed by your matching set of pretty underwear, the flirty glint in your eye as you stepped around the chair to face him, giving him a front row seat to take in how incredible you looked. He didn't want to admit he'd never been in this position before, so tried to form something witty to flirt back with, struggling to say anything at all. "You're so beautiful," he breathed out carefully, like if he spoke too loudly he might wake himself up from this perfect dream. You smiled at his shy demeanor, resting a hand on each arm of the chair and slowly running your body over his, feeling all his muscles tense from the contact. "Thank you Steven, I think you're beautiful too, every single part of you." You replied, emphasising your point by dragging a finger purposefully down his chest, letting it graze over his hard manhood now straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Turning your back to him, you slowly leant forward to highlight your ass before bringing it slowly over Steven's lap, a gasp creeping through his lips as your core brushed over his. Your hips rocked gently against his in time to the music, leaning to your head back to rest against his shoulder, staring up at his blushing, almost startled face. He stared down at the soft movement from your hips, the soft stretch of your stomach as your back arched against his chest, your face shining up at him happily as you watched him struggle to form breaths, in that moment accepting he would truly rather die from lack of oxygen than take his eyes off you.

His hands stayed firmly fixed to his sides, hanging awkwardly from tense shoulders, so you gently picked them up, bringing them to settle on your soft stomach, knowing Steven's hands would always gravitate to hold your waist at night, grounding himself in you. His fingers tips brushed up your sides so lightly, it was like he was solely touching you to reassure himself that you were actually there, like he couldn't quite believe you were real.

You smiled at his sweet wonderstruck face and cooed in his ear, "I love valentines day, and I'm so excited to spend this one with you Steven." His face broke into a grin at the way you said his name, his brain finally gathering enough focus to let him speak, "I think I might bloody love valentines day too now," he chuckled, eyes shooting wide again as he felt another perfect sway of your hips bringing him close to the edge. He clenched his face and gripped your thighs for a second, stopping your movement. You paused and checked his face, touching it gently and asking, "are you okay gorgeous?" He stumbled over his words as he tried to answer, "Yes, yes, really good in fact, I just, umm, wanted to warn you that if you do much more of that then I'm going to absolutely ruin these trousers." His eyes stayed firmly shut as he spoke, a mixture of feeling a bit embarrassed at his words, and the fact that holding himself back was taking all his concentration. You let his words hang in the air for a second, tilting his chin up to get his eyes to flutter open and meet your gaze.

"That's kind of what I was aiming for, sweetheart. But don't worry, I promise I'll help you get cleaned up in the shower afterwards. Sound okay?" You kept your hips hovering in their place as he thought through your proposition, before gently muttering, "right, of course, okay, yes keep going then, but only if you want to,"

You smiled at his request before rubbing your ass over his crotch again, feeling his hard dick twitching with every circle of your hips. Your lips brushed over his neck, leaving a damp trail along his jaw line until you felt his legs start to shake, his hips bucking up to meet yours with more force, craving the friction they brought. Your name spilled from his lips with a cry as he let himself go, filling his boxers with his own slick, while yours left a light mark over his trousers. He panted heavily against you, breath hot against your neck as his high washed over him.

He eventually caught himself enough to say quietly, "I got you a valentine's present too, but it's not as good as this I'm afraid," looking over at the flowers and chocolates placed on his counter. You turned in the chair to face him, still straddling his lap, pulling him in for a warm kiss before smiling, " That's very sweet, I am a very lucky valentine."

He laughed loudly before disagreeing, "I think I am definitely the lucky one here darling, you might be the best valentine there's ever been." That wouldn't be the last time you danced for him.

DRIVE THE WEDGE. TORCH THE BRIDGE. — 3.09 ‘Fall’ x 6.12 'Waterworks’

I really wanna get the Body Language music video to a billion views on YouTube for John and Freddie.

You’re not feeding me, Jimmy. There are lines we do not cross.

I’m boreeeeeeeed hate this

I want to believe you all know that au

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?"

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Hat! Deaky.