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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?"

Scenes from a Marriage with Jessica Chastain & Oscar Isaac

Red Flags

CO-WRITTEN WITH @thirstworldproblemss

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader (hints of Marc Spector x female reader)

Summary: Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way.

Or alternatively: You get to use that ankle restraint on Steven and sit on his beautiful face.

Rating: really fucking explicit

Warning/content: will cause unrealistic sex expectations, bondage/restraints, cunnilingus (face sitting), safe sex; unsafe relationship choices.

Word Count: 9.2k (ahahahah please don’t look at me)

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The warning signs were written all over him like a marquee outside a theatre, lit up in gold and bright flashing red neon. 

On the first date you were supposed to have, he stood you up, only to call you four days later on a Wednesday night. Closer to midnight than dinnertime, oblivious and confused and asking where you were with a slight panic in his voice. 

“Date’s tonight, yeah? Saturday at seven?”

Un-fucking-believable. 

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Foreplay + Massage: (prompt list here)

Author's note: Here's a bit of Steven smut while I'm juggling all my Succession requests, please always feel free to send my these headcanons for him, I love him so 🥰

- If there's one thing in this world Steven Grant wants, it's to make you feel good. As good as you can possibly feel, any time you want to feel it. And so the first time you mention feeling a little achy after work, Steven would immediately be looking up how to give your partner a massage at home, trying not to think about just how much he'd enjoy getting to rub you all over after a long day of being apart.

- He'll go all out, lighting candles around his little London flat, investing in some deliciously scented oils, and draping a silk sheet across his bed to make it the comfiest possible place for you to drape your body for him.

- When you come home to the soothing, cosy atmosphere, you can feel the stress start to melt away already, Steven blushing as he takes your coat and asks if you want to lie down for him. Naturally you agree, stepping out of your shoes, and slowly shedding clothes until finally your underwear is discarded on the floor, making Steven's hand tremble with excitement before he's even been able to touch you.

- You make a joke about Steven being a little overdressed, watching him nod excitedly and pull his shirt over his head, struggling in his frantic movements as you lay down on the satin sheet, letting your head rest on its side so you can catch the occasional glimpse of Steven pacing to and fro, making sure everything is perfect before he lays a hand on you.

- With a deep breath he finally straddles your hips and places a hand on each of your shoulders, warm oil coating your skin as his thumbs begin to knead away any tension the work week has formed there. You let out a content sigh that has Steven's shorts tightening around him, not sure he really thought through just how long he's going to be able to spend that close to you. As his hands trail down your spine you moan again, his touch surprisingly effective at melting away your stress.

- "You feel so good Steven." You sigh as he repeats the action again, feeling him tense up at the praise, an obvious erection starting to press against your bum from where he's sitting over your legs. He's so grateful you can't get a better look at him right now, eyes wide, short of breath, thighs feeling shaky as he tries to focus on rubbing the smoothe oil over your back, resisting the urge to let his hands drift that bit lower.

- You don't try and stop the way your hips buck against him as he traces circles into your lower back, hearing the slight gasps escape his lips even as he tries to fight them. What you can't hear is the relentless inner monologue happening inside Steven, demanding that if he doesn't take his shorts off in the next ten minutes he's going to lose control of his body. Finally he relents, desperate to take the chance to feel more of you, to make you let out even more of those pretty sighs.

- "Just getting more oil love." He mumbles quietly as he hops off your hips, quickly shrugging off his remaining clothes and almost moaning in relief as his hard manhood springs free. Applying a fresh pour of massage oil to his hands, he mounts you again, this time not wasting a second of letting it drip over the curves of your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his hands and watching a drop run down towards your entrance. One hand continues cupping your cheeks, while the other traces the path of the droplet, running slowly over one sensitive hole all the way to your enticing slit.

- Suddenly your thighs are resting over his, propping your hips up to give him a better view, his fingers teasing your folds, watching as you react more and more to his touch, the massage oil starting to mix with your slick on his hands. His free hand returns to rubbing circles over your lower back, melting away any straining muscles as one finger dips inside you, before returning to rubbing all around your sensitive pussy, repeating the cycle with a second finger, slowly teasing you open as your sighs grow more and more needy.

- As the pleasure starts to build and you wonder if all your massages from Steven are going to have a happy ending, he moves his expert fingers to your clit, rubbing broad slick strokes over the bud, feeling your core tense against his massaging hands.

"Are you enjoying your massage love?" He teases as your thighs start to twitch against his, watching intently as your walls start to clench around nothing, your sighs building to panting moans,

"Yes Steven, you feel so good! Fuck!" You cry out as the pressure inside you releases, your body limp and relaxed as the waves of pleasure wash over you, feeling yourself dripping onto Steven's muscular thighs in your excitement.

"That's a great idea sweetheart." He chuckled with a mischievous tone that made your stomach flip, realising exactly what he meant as you felt him spread your cheeks and ease his way into your sensitive slit, his fingers never quite able to prepare you for just how full he made you feel.

"Good girl." He cooed as he bottomed out inside you, the angle deeper than he'd usually hit at first, leaving you moaning and squirming against his strong hands.

- He'd be slow and leisurely as he started fucking you, adjusting himself so he could drape his chest over your back, pinning you down as his hands continued their selfless exploration. Trailing up from grabbing your ass, they'd skirt along the sides of your body, only making you wriggle more beneath him, the sensation driving Steven insane as his hips picked up their pace, wanting to feel you clench down again for him. As his climbing fingers moved past your waist, they slipped round to your front, palming your heaving chest and massaging again with renewed vigor.

- Steven would just about die anytime he got to touch your breasts, but to caress them with warm scented oil, kneading your curves as your back arched you into his touch, he was genuinely surprised he didn't finish that very second. He could feel your second orgasm quickly following your first as he flicked and teased your nipples, the extra sensitivity of his slick hands setting every part of you alight, his name falling from your lips again and again, not a single other thought able to fit in your brain.

- Sure that he wouldn't be able to last much longer in your warm, wet embrace, he starts to move his hips faster, the leverage of holding your chest enough to let him really pound into you, the days of his soft and sweet love-making long forgotten for tonight as he slam into you again and again. Between the satin sheet and slippery oil he's rubbed into every part of you, you can barely hold onto anything, his towering body above you completely in control of you and your pleasure, grabbing desperately at his thigh for something to ground you as your hips started to tremble again, interrupting his brutal rhythm with your overwhelming release. You could feel a tear slip down your cheek as your pussy clenched around him, body shaking as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of you before finally letting himself spill inside of you, his cum mixing on your skin with your own excitement and the sweet scented oil.

- Still hovering over you, he'll help you roll onto your back so he can steal a sweet kiss, drinking in the blissful expression on your face and making a note to offer you a massage more often.

"You're amazing Steven." You'd let out in a contented sigh, watching his face light up as he thinks the exact same thing about you.

this post is a blessing

snk comics o vo

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.