Poor Sevika's Been Embarrassed Ever Since, Yet Still Stuck Around😔✊

Deaky around this time is coolest and I love.(1977)

i miss her

Kris

KIM WEXLER IS MESMERIZING, PT. 12

Brian May (ft. Roger Taylor) participating in Appreciating John Deacon Hours™ during the Queen Rock Montreal commentary track 

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.

I did it for Kim.

John Deacon - Interview in USA (1980)