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134340 by JamJamho (I believe their tumblr has been deleted)

THE. METAPHORS. OMG. This fic had me starting to space for 15 mins out of pure awe. Its space,levihan, slow burn(?), idiots in love what else would you want from a fic? Jam has some other amazing works and make sure to read some of their other works!

Reverberation by alteirkay (her lovely tumblr @sayonarasanit )

oh my god this fic. once again had me stunning at like 3 am. Childhood best friends, coming of age and WITH ANGST AND MORE ANGST. Watching levi and hanges characters grow was smth else. I was crying by the end but i don't know if they were tears of joy or sadness. Is definitely in my top 5 maybe even top 3. Once again pls go read some of her other works they are all amazing.

Somewhere Only We Know by someonestolemyshoe (their amazing tumblr @someonestolemyshoes)

Gosh this fic was mind blowing rlly. also Noticing a pattern? I'm a sucker for coming of age. Probably on of the most creative fics I've read. A summer falling love teenager fic for sure. Spent a whole day reading it. Levis development this fic was smth else rlly. Def in my top 3.

Worth A Thousand Words again by someonestolemyshoes

Short (depends on ur definition of short it is like 7k) and Sweat. Again a coming of age! Levi takes photos of Hange their whole lifes dasicaly and it is just adorable. Soft with a tad bit of angst.

Rager Teenager by smallblip (her stunning tumblr @smallblip)

I always try to call this fic binary stars More Space and more Levihan! Meet Cute to a developing relationships has one of my fav lines in fanfiction. Was one of my first fics on ao3. I'm gonna call it a coming of age cause its a college AU.

Catch Me If You Can by fanmoose12 (her beautiful tumblr @fanmoose12)

A Friends to Lovers ish to Enemies to Lovers Fic, The banter with the characters (and not just levihan) are the my favorite thing about this fic. Had me SCREAMING. A good crime/detective fics.

Happy by Little Lasagne (Her brilliant tumblr @littlelasagne)

This fic is so adorable. Levi becomes less emotionally constipated and is a fire fighter who gets in the hospital for the smallest thing. Has my heart had me giggling the whole time.

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Jayce Talis x Mel Medarda

Silco + fav quotes

brian may: *complains about making a disco album*

john deacon writing back chat:

A Pleasant Surprise

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader

Summary: Steven has had something on his mind for a while now, and finally he divulges his fantasy to you; degrading was certainly not on your playing cards.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: sub!Steven, dom!reader, “mommy” title, degrading, grinding, cumming in pants, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,441

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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When Steven had come to you with a “fun idea”, you'd expected something along the lines of ”naive uni teacher gets fucked by his student”, but this was so much better.

“Love? I have a, uh…suggestion,” Steven calls from the bathroom between brushing his teeth. “Well, it's more of a proposal, really.”

“Yeah? Go on.” You're sitting in your bedroom reading some gruesome crime novel that Marc seems to have a real distaste for.

You hear the water running briefly before your boyfriend joins you in the room, warm morning sun streaming in through the cracked curtains and casting a soft glow over his face. “I mean, we don't have to do it now of course. I know you're reading and all that, and I have to get to work in a bit–.”

You close your book and pat the edge of the bed, making him instantly respond to your gesture by placing himself down. “I'm all ears, sweetheart, lay it on me.”

Blood rushes to Steven's face as he actually thinks about saying it outloud, feet shuffling a little on the creaky floorboards. The words feel stuck in his throat now that he has to speak them, despite the fact he'd thought about the whole image on numerous occasions... and in great detail.

“Heeyy c’mon,” your hand brushes his arm, and you move closer to him to wrap your arms fully around his, crinkling his blue floral shirt. “You know I can't read your mind, Steven… Though I wish I could, that'd be super fucking helpful, then the other two couldn't lie to me.”

His chuckle makes you smile and you feel him draw in a long breath.

”I wanna like… grind against you… and I want you to mock me for it, u-until I cum… in my trousers…”

The pauses between his words are almost comical, but you look up at his face and see that he's completely serious, looking at you with wide eyes and waiting for an answer.

“Oh! Right.”

“Ah, Gods! No no... no no no no no, forget it–.” He frantically shakes his head, his hands doing the same as his face scrunches. “It's weird, I'm sorry, pretend I never said anything. Me and my big bloody mouth.”

“Steven,” you say between giggles, hand resting on his soft face to pull his gaze towards you. “It's not weird, silly! I just didn't expect you to be the one that's into degrading.” Careful not to fall back off of the bed, you climb onto his lap, thighs either side of his as you examine his expression, how gorgeous he looks with his brows knitted together and his unruly curls that Marc would definitely be gluing down with copious amounts of gel right about now.

His chest deflates as he lets out a soft sigh, resting his head on your chest out of embarrassment while you link your arms around his neck to run your fingers through the long curls at the back of his head. You feel his hands graze up your back, gliding under your night shirt and making you shiver with the warmth.

“Are you sniffing me?”

“No! Well…” he pauses, “yeah, but not in a creepy way.” The man lifts his head and looks up at you with those big doe eyes, and you watch them close as you start rolling your hips down on him slowly. You're only in your underwear underneath that shirt, but Steven is fully clothed and ready for work… or at least he would be, if his eyes weren't fluttering shut and arousal wasn't growing in his tummy.

“I promise you, darling, I like your idea.” You reassure him with your hips drawing slow circles against the material of his trousers, creating a delicious friction. “As long as you tell me if it's too much, alright?”

The bed creaks a little with your grinding before he looks up at you, nodding with a kind of desperation in his eyes that lights a fire in your gut.

“You promise?”

“Yeah love, yeah I promise.” He says, his voice a little more whiny.

You don't bother yourself with working out the psychological reasons for why your boyfriend enjoys being degraded about how long he can last, chalking it up to his masculinity, despite your reassurances that he's just as much of a man as his other two alters.

“You've got 10 minutes, think you can do that?”

Steven groans at your question, since both of you know all too well that 10 minutes is more than enough time. Still, he nods, big puppy dog eyes looking up at you and begging you to divulge in his vision.

A smirk creeps across your face when you see those glassy eyes, your gaze trailing down to the blush dusting his cheeks and the straining muscles in his neck.

“God Steven, I love the way you look at me. Look at those big soft eyes, all for mommy, aren't they?”

He lets out a whimper with the use of that title, his cock stirring in his trousers and reminding you of the thin barrier that's stopping you from grinding on the rough material of his slacks all together. The man doesn't take his gaze off of you; he drinks in every one of your features as if he's seeing you for the first time.

Rocking his hips up, he pants.

“Yes mommy, all for you, I'm all for you.”

“That's right, sweetheart, those desperate eyes are for me. that dumb little face is mine.” You lean forward and nip his bottom lip, soothing it afterwards with your tongue as he gasps and bucks his hips.

“I can feel you twitching, baby. You just can't help it, can you? Always getting so worked up and hard when I'm around, maybe I should put this pretty cock in a cage, what do you think?”

Steven's shoulders drop as he leans forward into your neck, biting and sucking any skin he can get his mouth on while his hot breath and whimpers raise goosebumps over your skin.

The suction he had in your neck is broken as his head is suddenly jerked backwards, your grip tight in his hair and making him whimper pathetically.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he tries to suppress his moans, his head nodding wildly. “Yes mommy, I'd– agh–I'd love that.” His hips buck again.

“Mhm.. then you'd at least last longer than 5 minutes, you'd actually be able to fuck me properly.”

Steven's mouth hangs agape, his eyes now squeezed shut as his grip on your hips tighten and he guides your hips down on him harder, wanting more, anything.

“Sh–it… Ah- Feels so good.” His eyebrows knit together in a beautifully strained way. “More, gimme more–.”

You tut with a small smirk on your lips, rocking back and forth to coat his trousers in your own arousal that's seeped through your underwear.

“Oh, look at you, you gonna cum in your pants, baby? Gonna prove how pathetic you are to mommy?” You feel the muscles in his shoulders and back tighten. “C'mon sweetheart, cum for me, ruin those pants.”

Sweet moans and whimpers tumble from the man's rosy lips as he finally lets go, staining his boxers enough that you feel the wetness as it soaks a spot on his trouser leg.

His grip on your hips loosens, but he doesn't stop whimpering, soft babbles and huffs escaping his throat as he calms down. You stroke his head, combing your fingers through his hair as your hips slow. “Good boy, you're such a good boy, Steven.” You smile brightly at him, despite the fact his eyes are still shut.

They only flutter open when he feels your hand stroking his cheek and tilting his head down.

“Are you ok, baby? How do you feel?”

His cheeks are flushed bright red still, beads of sweat sitting on his forehead from the warmth of his button-up shirt. A smile cracks across his face as he nods shyly, “I'm ok– great, yeah.. I'm great, actually.”

“You sure? I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?”

He shakes his head and tilts face to kiss your palm. “No, you didn't, love. I promise.”

His eyes drift down to the wet patch on his trousers, your eyes following as you chuckle softly.

“Should probably change…” He mumbles while resting his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” You place a kiss on his neck as you embrace him, ignoring the fact that he will most definitely be late to work… again.

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idk there’s just something about this dude

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.

thinking abt how jinx told sevika she gave silco his injections because "he was a big crybaby and didn't want to do it himself." thinking abt how we know silco has given himself his injections plenty of times without issue. thinking abt how silco took in a little girl who could never do anything right, who could never be trusted with anything important because she'd fuck it up, who was a jinx, and told her "I trust you enough to put this needle in my eye." thinking abt how vulnerable of a position silco put himself in just to make jinx feel safe and loved.