#professor!steven grant

[melodygatesauthor]

Extra Credit

Professor Steven Grant X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by Anon - NOT in the ABD fanonverse

Kinks - Size Difference + Deep Throating

Summary

You got a bad grade on your history paper and need your professor to fix that for you.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, deep throating, size difference, reader is smol, age gap (reader is college age, Steven is 38), transactional sex, gagging, swallowing cum, Steven's a little rough, Steven's a tad OOC, rough oral sex, face fucking

Word Count: 968

“I can’t accept this grade.” You said, looking down at the big red ‘F’ on your paper about the mummification process.

You’d slammed it on your professor’s desk. Dr. Grant looked up at you over his glasses, clearly having been unprepared for your sudden barging into his office. His lips were slightly parted while he looked at you in surprise.

“You clearly didn’t do the assignment. I mean, I ran this through the program we have and it was very obviously plagiarized. You’re lucky I didn’t report you and have you expelled.” He took his glasses off and put them down on the desk.

“I can’t flunk this class, I suck at history and I need this grade, please,” you looked at him pleadingly. “I’ll do anything.”

Dr. Grant gulped, neck bobbing as he swallowed. His eyes trailed down to your chest where you were unbuttoning the top three buttons of your blouse. His eyes went wide and you watched him tug at his collar as though it were sweltering hot in the room. You didn’t wait for him to answer, you just slid around the corner of the desk and stood in front of him.

“What do you say?”

He turned his rolling chair to face you, legs spread out. You could see the shadow of his erection already testing the seam of his pants. He still stayed silent, as though not saying he wanted it would relieve him of guilt if you did do anything together. You didn’t wait for an answer, and lowered yourself to the ground on your knees. Using both hands, you started at his knees, dragging your palms up the smooth fabric of his slacks before sliding your right hand over his bulge.

“Y-y’know this isn’t allowed, I could lose my job you could-”

“Sh, no one has to know. You fix my grade, and I’ll fix your…problem,” you grabbed the waist of his pants and started working on his button.

“B-but you can’t…oh god.”

You pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxer-briefs and gasped at the sheer size of it. Dr. Grant was bigger than you in every way, and this was no exception. You couldn’t even fit your small hand around the width of this girth. It felt deliciously heavy in your hand. You looked up at him when he gently brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“Don’t think you’ll be able to fit the whole thing love, d’you?” He bit his lip and furrowed his brow while he looked down at you.

“Gonna try,” you murmured, pressing your lips to the underside of his bulbous tip.

He whined, shifting in his chair slightly. You stuck out your tongue, flattening it at the base where his balls meet the shaft and then dragging it up to the head. Dr. Grant let go of your cheek and grabbed both arms of the chair. It creaked under the pressure. You weren’t even really doing anything yet. You started to wonder when the last time he’d had any action was.

You opened your mouth, bringing the fat head of his cock past your lips and feeling the satisfying way he stretched your mouth out. You lowered yourself as far as you could go until you felt his length hit the back of your throat. You came back up for air, breathing deeply, chest heaving.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want me to fix that grade darling.” You wondered what made him change his mind so suddenly, you wondered if it felt that good to have his student gagging over him.

It did feel that good to him. His entire body shook when you brought your mouth back down over him. Your tongue was warm as it lapped over his cock and you bobbed up and down. You were so sloppy with it, getting a mixture of spit and precum all over his length. After a moment, when you tried to pick yourself back off of it, Steven cupped the back of your head to keep you there. You tried to come up more for air but he held you in place.

“Stay right there please, oh-shit-that’s-oh,” he started thrusting himself into your throat, and you tried to breathe through your nose.

You let the muscles of your throat relax around him, feeling his length go down into your esophagus and stretching you out. You looked up at him through the blur of your teary eyes. His gaze was so dark and intense. He was biting his lip so hard you thought it might bleed.

“God your little mouth looks so pretty stretchin’ out around me love. Look how beautiful you are, cryin’ all cause of me. Makin’ a right mess out of you aren’t I? Fuckin’ hell-you-feel-so-ah.”

He held on tight now with both hands, thrusting himself into you so hard that you felt your nose start running. You were crying uncontrollably, but if this is what you needed to do to get a good grade, you were willing to do it. You couldn’t afford to flunk that class.

“Gonna feed you a mouthful love, are you ready? Gonna fill your little tummy-and-gonna-oh-shittt-”

He held your face down over his entire length, shooting hot ropes right down your throat. His thick cock throbbed, stretching you further until finally he was spent. He fell back into his chair in a huff, releasing your head. You gasped for air, holding your hand to your chest. When you both finally were able to collect yourself he nodded and waved you off.

“I’ll have a new grade f’you tomorrow alright? Keep up the good work and…I think you’ll do just fine in my class.”

You nodded eagerly as you headed for the door, “okay, whatever you need Dr. Grant.”

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[eloisegrant]

Familiar Voice (smut)

A/N: Professor Grant typa stories own me so I am giving this a go. Not proofread, sorryyy.

Summary: Reader is a university student who makes erotic audios online, Steven discovers why his favorite flirty voice actress sounds familiar.

Pairings: Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: very explicit content, sexual language, age-gap (legal), professor-student relationship, mentions of erotic audio, implied exhibitionism, cunniglingus, multiple O’s, getting dominated, riding, praise kink, lots of “sir”

Word count: honestly don’t know, this has a lot

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+

You should not be looking at him like this. Absolutely not. Snap the fuck out of it before he catches you.

Class with Professor Steven Grant was only during Thursdays and Fridays at 3:00 PM, your last class of the day. Sadly, today was a Friday and this would be the last time you’d witness his godlike physique till next class on Thursday.

You really shouldn’t stare. It was impossible not to look though, he was wearing a dark blue dress shirt that was incredibly tight on his upper arms and chest. Like, it wasn’t fair for him to be waltzing to class like this. When you took this Egyptology class, you took it purely for educational purposes. But now, its been two semesters and you have no intention of switching.

Professor Grant was too damn hypnotizing.

“Ms. Y/l/n, are you still with us?” You get snapped out of your thoughts with his voice. You think you were staring at the ground at this point but it was embarassing nonetheless.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You shook your head and blinked a few times. Everyone in class was probably looking at your dumbass but you just buried your head back into the book.

Professor Grant stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what was going on in that mind of yours. You were no means a failing student, you were actually one of his brightest pupils. Unfortunately, your grades have been dropping lately. Despite this, he presses on, “Alright, so as I was saying…”

The class went on for at least an hour more, you were desperate to leave. You had a creative outlet for all these pent up emotions, sexual emotions, that Professor Steven Grant constantly made you feel.

That was through your hobby, recording erotic audios. You would create and record scenarios and act them out with your voice—as if you were doing it in real time with the listener. It was like being a x-rated actress, without having the actual exposure. It was pretty fun. Sure, you had a sizeable audience but all you cared about was letting out your pent up thoughts.

So as the class ended and you stood up from your seat, you couldn’t wait to just get to the hallway and exit the Professor Grant’s presence. “Ms. y/l/n, please stay behind.” You were already about 5 feet away from the door when he said that. Internally, you cursed. Why? Why oh why must this day be a pain in the ass?

You turned around and walked to his desk. He waited for everyone in the class to leave, only leaving the two of you alone in the room. Oh, the unholy thoughts that were going through your mind was enough to fuel your imagination for one of your audio recordings. But, you push it aside.

“What’s wrong, professor?” You lean slightly to his desk as he sits back down. He clasps his hands together and removes his glasses. Insinuating that he was about to tell you something serious, but you couldn’t help but gulp hard at the sight of his arms tensing.

“Is there something wrong, dear? Your performance these past few months hasn’t been the same.” He seemed concerned. Truly he was, he didn’t want someone with the amount of potential that you had to throw it down the drain.

And you didn’t even have a proper excuse as to why your grades were flunking. You swore it wasn’t on purpose. You have just been distracted during his classes.

“I- I have no excuse, Sir.” He felt a bit of a twang form by his crotch when you said sir. Something about it was so innocent yet so needy. I mean, if you knew that he felt attracted to you, you would probably tell the guidance counselor and run for the hills. But yes, he found you incredibly fascinating.

The way you wore those high waisted pants, joggers or leggings. God your thighs drove him nuts. The way your breasts would sometimes end up plopped ontop of your desk whenever you were writing— he could imagine it in his palm, kneeding the neediness out of them. But hey, this was just fantasies he wouldn’t act upon. All he could do is make sure you weren’t gonna continue self destructing.

“Well, this is very disappointing. You need to heighten your grades before the finals.” He grabs a pile of paper and taps it on the desk to straighten them out.

Disappointing? God, that word almost made you cry. You never wanted to make the man who you literally look up to, in more ways than one, feel disappointed in you. “I… I will. I promise, I don’t want to disappoint you further, Sir Grant.” The words were almost testing him. I mean to you it was probably nothing, just a formality. But goddamnit he felt his cock twitch more than it should have. Thank goodness you were on the opposite side of his desk.

He dismisses you, and you were on your happy merry way while he tried to make it home faster. Both of you guys couldn’t wait to be alone— for reasons that seemed to be unrelated but were actually far from it.

~

Steven arrives home and manages to re-heat some leftovers. By the time he was finished eating and drinking a bit of tea, it was time to go through his student’s papers and lesson plans for next week.

As he opens his laptop and opens the needed programs to plan out the week ahead. He grabs the papers in his work bag to grade. It was gonna be a slow night. He thought. There was nothing truly interesting about what he was doing since most of the time he’d just fall asleep during these seasions.

Then, he remembers. Fridays are usually when his favorite naughty audio maker uploads new content to listen to. He favored this content creator because her voice and aura was so similar to you, he couldn’t help but picture it was you speaking those sweet nothings into his ear. Dirty talking, begging, moaning. But who was he kidding? You weren’t like that.

Immediately, he whips out his phone and stands up to grab his earphones. Grading and planning these lessons out can wait.

He finds a comfortable place on the couch, sitting by the middle. Finally, he plugs in the earphones into the phone jack, opening up his browser to go to the audio page.

BabyVixen135

He types the username and heads to the page. Just as expected, a new audio that was uploaded a few minutes ago appears on the feed. Steven felt like a little kid on Christmas day as he selects the new audio, waiting for it to load. One quick glance to the title had his pulse quickening.

[F4M] Extra Credit, pretty please, Sir?

The audio began. It had atmospheric sounds to it that made him feel even more indulged to the scenarios being described and given. Suddenly, her voice enters his ears.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Oh, my grades? I… I didn’t know they were that bad…”

“No, I swear there’s nothing wrong, my life is pretty good.”

“Well there is one thing…”

“No, you wouldn’t like it…”

He found himself imagining the situation, imagining responding to the woman’s voice who was beginning to eerily remind him of you. But he just continued immersing himself into this dirty fantasy.

“I get distracted during your lectures…”

“See? It’s silly- I… It’s cause I find you… I find you very attractive, Sir.”

There that fucking sir was again. Why did it sound so much like you, he felt his length to be rock hard by now and couldn’t help but take it out into his hand.

“You aren’t mad?”

“But… this is so embarrasing. Sir? What if someone sees us?”

“Oh god, that does feel good.”

“Fuck, sir, your fingers feel so good on my pussy.”

Damn, he didn’t even last. He was stuck thinking that this voice was actually you and he lost it when the audio said pussy. This was pathetic, but truth be told, he has been horny all day and this could be the result. But enough of that, why did it sound like you so bad?

He fast forwards the audio to the end where there was usually sweet exchanges of words because he wanted to see if the twang in your voice was present all throughout.

“Mm, you felt so good baby… I hope you don’t mind me calling you sir again and again *giggles* It just turns me on so bad.”

He replays the ‘Sir’ part yet again. Shit. Holy fucking shit. It had to be you. There was no way in hell it wasn’t. He thought it through and concluded. This audio maker only uploaded on Fridays and usually after dinnertime, so the timezones make sense. Also, the sweet and soft airy nature of your voice was present in all of the audios. He had thought it was just cause you had similar voices but no. This was definitely you.

He couldn’t help but go through all the audios again. Inevitably getting hard again. And eventually cumming, again… and again. The thought that you were going home and recording these very graphic audios were making him feel all sorts of things. Thinking all sorts of things.

Did you like being dominated? Did you like riding? Did you like getting eaten out? Did you like being choked? Did you like all the things you constantly made audios about? God, Steven swore he emptied his balls out to your voice.

Did you base all those professor audios on him? Cause there was a lot. And if you did… God he was definutely going to have you, one way or another and make both your dreams comes true.

Unfortunately, No grading or lesson planning took place that Friday night.

~

You were studious throughout the entirety of the weekend and the first few days of the week. Mostly trying your hardest to catch up on Professor Grant’s previous lessons in order to better your grades. You managed to prepare a long ass essay that covered your understanding of the different topics you flunked in, hoping this would change his mind.

His words ‘disappointing’ were a constant reminder for you to never settle anymore. In your head, the only way you could satisfy him was through giving him good grades. Of course, you’d prefer something else but hey, you got that all out of your system on Friday night.

Today was finally Thursday and you were in the second to the last class of the day. You were just itching to give Professor Grant the essay you made so he could give you a bright smile and forgive you for your inconsistencies. You’d give anything for him to pat you by the shoulder while eyeing you, telling you that he believed in you and all of those sweet nothings.

And so, there you were. Walking into his class directly to his desk. He sat there on his chair with his glasses framing his face. He looked unenthused but you kept a positive attitude. “Hi Sir! I made a report for the topics I didn’t perform well in, I hope this makes you reconsider-“

“I need you to stay after class, again.” He speaks plainly, without even looking up from his laptop. “Leave that there.” You follow as he says and place your paper by the edge of his desk. Taken aback by his response, you turn away and took a shameful walk to your seat.

Why did he sound angry? A bit pissed, maybe? What did you do and how bad was it?

He taught the class as usual. Announcing the objectives of today’s topic, then to the contents, a couple of descriptions and a few examples here and there. Letting you all know the ins and outs of the egyptian mythology, as he usually does.

For what felt like eternity, the class ends. He gives out a few last minute announcements as the rest of the class stood up and made their way to the door. You, on the other hand, stood up and made your way to his desk. Waiting for him to finish saying his goodbyes to the class. “See you lot tomorrow!” His smile fades away when he turns to you. You, who was literally terrified of what he was about to tell you.

Were you grades just not it and he was kicking you out of class? Oh shit, you prayed it wasn’t that.

“Please, Sir Grant, if you could just look at my paper-“

“No no, me first.” He lifts his hands up to remove his glasses, exposing his gorgeous dark eyes. “Do you make online content, Ms. Y/n?” He leans against the desk, opposite of you.

What was he talking about? The pit in your stomach got deeper and you felt like you were about to faint. Was he talking about what you think he was talking about? “I mean everyone makes online content.”

“Yes, I know, what I meant was…” He makes his way closer to you and gently slides his hand across the desk as he approaches. “…adult content…” Steven’s voice was lower than usual. He has not stopped thinking about you eversince Friday. He’d catch himself listening to the damn voice any time he could. And it drove him wild.

He needed to prove to himself it was you.

You gulped at the sight of him, he was about a few inches away from you. You’re pretty sure he’s about to tell the university and you’d be screwed. “I uh… what do you-“

“Let me be extra specific, Ms. y/l/n, do you make adult audio content by the name of BabyVixen135?” At this point he was whispering in your ear and the heat coming from his lips was making a different type of heat radiate between your thighs.

He looked at your hesitant face, smiling as you were trying to form an answer. “I do…” You were scared. Yes this was very hot, but what if he tells on you. You’d be ruined and it would defeat the whole ‘no face’ concept you liked so much.

Steven was thrilled. Inside he already knew it was you, but the fact that you were confirming it felt so surreal. He wanted you. Fuck, it was so wrong to feel this way towards one of his students, but he has wanted you for a while. This whole situation was serving as a catalyst for his lustful thoughts.

He couldn’t have you here, it was too risky. Too many possible eyes and mouths that could speak out. Carefully, he tries to plan out how to take you home. How he’ll convince you.

You were terrified at his silence so you break it, “Please don’t tell-“

His hand cups your cheek, tilting your head to look at him. “I wouldn’t dare.” You looked at his eyes as he looked into yours and you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet.

“Tell me one thing, would you, Ms. y/l/n?” His other hand slowly caresses your waist, squeezing it ever-so slightly.

“Y-yes..?” You were shivering under his touch.

“Did you ever think about me when you made those naughty, dirty, nasty, filthy audios?” The squeeze on your waist got tighter, making you audibly gasp. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes I did.” You admit. The next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours as you dropped your bag onto the floor, feeling the warmth of his touch. Melting onto one another’s skin.

His tongue licks your lips, asking for entry and you willingly let him in. It felt like you were in a dream. You weren’t sure if this was real or not, kissing the man you’ve been fantasizing over eversince you saw him.

Steven wasn’t any different. The moment he saw you, he instantly recognized your beauty. He eventually realized your brains. All your little antics and soft cues filled his days— the way you drank your water in the middle of class, the way you complained when he was lecturing too fast, the way you entered class like it was a runway. Goddamn, you stole any room and you definitely made him feel very sexual things.

But as fast as the kiss started, it ended abruptly, too. He heard you whine and felt his ego boost a bit since you were already missing his kiss. “Sorry, darling. We can’t do more here…”

“Can we go somewhere else, please?” You pleaded like a little puppy. This was an opportunity you’ve been waiting for awhile and you were gonna muster all the confidence you have in you to get this man in your damn pants.

Steven grabs his coat and his work bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He reaches his hand out to you, gesturing you to follow him. “Thought you’d never ask.”

~

You weren’t sure how it happened. It was a wild ass sensation. Getting into his car, trying not to get caught, him, carefully driving to his flat with the occassional touches and flirty gazes.

“How did you- how did you know it was me?” You adjusted the seatbelt along your chest, crossing your legs to try and contain the wet heat coming from your pussy.

Steven kept his eyes on the road, seriously considering grabbing you in between your thighs and playing with your mound during the drive. But he refrains and just answers you, “It already sounded like you. I tried picturing it as you, everytime I listened to the audios.” You blushed at his answer.

“But your latest audio confirmed it. The plot? The use of sir? God it was driving me over the edge.” He felt his pants tighten as his cock hardened. It was so difficult to resist you.

He tried to arrive to the flat faster and quicker, he wanted to just ravage your body. So. Fucking. Badly.

So fast forward. Now, you’re here. Being pushed into his flat as he slams the door behind both of you.

He pulls you in by the hand and plants peppered kissed along your cheeks, down to your lips. “I’m going to be honest, love. You’ve been quite a source of my lust…” He runs his fingers through your hair.

“You already know how I feel about you. My audios informed you.” You desperately tried to kiss him. Any part of him. Finally settling onto his neck. Soft kisses, soft licking and soft sucking.

“Why not let me experience it in real life? Hmm? Baby Vixen…?” He uses your username unironically and it kind of fits, rolling off his tongue like honey.

His words build more confidence in you, making you step back and slowly strip. You pulled your leggings down first, exposing your soft skin. Nearly making Steven groan at just the sight of you. He helps you step out of them, gently guiding you towards the bed.

Steven sits on the edge of the bed and continues eye-fucking you as you proceeded to remove your shirt. The light fabric easily slides off of your body and Steven couldn’t help but stare at the way your boobs were being presented to him.

His hand reaches out and subtly massages your tits, his cock was 100% aching and leaking pre-cum by now. “I want this off.” He peeks up through his eye lashes, pulling at your bra. “Now.” The voice that came out of him was more demanding. Yes you fantasized about him and yes that involved getting dominated, but this was just incredible.

Slowly, you unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Exposing your breasts to the cold air of his apartment.

Steven was incredibly hungry to get his lips around those beautiful boobs. So he immediately heads in, kissing and leaving slobery licks all over your tits. His hands massage them as his lips licked around and over your nipples.

“Fuck, this is so good.” He moves you to the bed, pushing you down as he glides back up to your lips.

“You’re such a sexy fucking slut, aren’t you? Thinking about me, making audios while thinking about me.” He kisses down to your collarbones, through the middle of your tits until he was just by your panties.

Shivering under his touch, you helped guide Steven nearer to your heat by lifting your hips up. “Please, Sir, I need you to touch her. She’s fucking needy.”

“Aw, is that right baby?” His fingers trace your lips through your panties. Feeling the wetness seep through even further. “All this juice for your good old professor?” He slides your panties to the side and pushes a digit inside.

“Oh shiiiit-“ Your pussy slides around his fingers. The sensitivity was so high that you became a moaning and panting mess in a matter of seconds. It didn’t help that Steven’s tongue and lips connected with your clit.

Circling his tongue while his finger curled up inside of you. His lips lightly sucked on your clit as he adds another finger into you. Out of habit, your hands tangle into his hair to push him in. “Oh my Godddd… sir… that feels so goood.”

“Mmm.” You felt his low hum vibrate through you. Making your legs squeeze around his head. “That’s my good little vixen. Good little baby.”

His tongue lowers down to your lips while his fingers go up to your clit. His thumb pad circling it around, hitting just the right places. You then felt his long tongue dip into, while he moves it around like a damn snake. You were shaking like crazy and felt the knot in your stomach build. Ready to implode.

“Sir Grant I-I feel like I’m about to-“

“Yes baby, do it. Cum all over my face. Cum all over your dear Sir’s face.” He wildly shook his tongue inside of you while his fingers continued to press on and rub your clit.

You felt your hips thrust forward and your eyes close shut. It was the best feeling ever, his hair was tickling your thighs, his fingers were praising your clit and his mouth was curling so good.

“Fuuuuckkk.” The tight feeling in your stomach finally comes to an end and you felt your wet juices flow out of you. You lifted your head up to see Steven who was not wasting a single drop coming out of you.

“What a tasty mess, baby.” He swipes his fingers along your slit and brings it to his mouth, “So damn sweet.”

He then plops next to you removing his dress shirt and slacks. His chiseled body made you thirst, especially once your eyes saw the tall tent that formed underneath his boxers.

You adjust yourself to view his beautiful physique better, he catches your lustfilled gaze and invites you on top of him. “Straddle me, darling. I need to feel that tight pussy around me. I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was almost begging.

Immediately, you removed your panties and swung your legs over him. Your fingers pulled the hem of his boxers and made his length spring up. He saw your mouth part in amazement and grabs you by the chin for a kiss. “Were you expecting that? Hm?”

You kissed him further as you felt his length push against your pussy. “Were you expecting this cock? Do you want this thick fucking thing inside you, darling?” As a response, you nodded into the kiss as he lifted your ass cheeks up with his hands.

Your lips were being swiped by his tip, your juices and his pretty pre-cum were making the areas slick. “Put it in me please-“

“Please, what? What was it you kept calling me..?” His hands gently pushed himself into you. Not too far in but you were definitely feeling stretched.

The pressure you were feeling was enough for you to beg. “Please sir, I want it. It’ll feel so good.”

With that, he slams up into you. He grounded you in place by holding you on the hips. He was stretching you so good, your tightness wasn’t hurting you because you were too wet from cumming before.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling him in you so deep that it felt like he was in your stomach. “Shit, darling you feel so good.” He kisses your breasts, leaving countless red love marks all over.

“So do you, sir. You fee-eel soo, fucking- good.” You were panting through his thrusts and felt another pit form in your stomach. Instinctively, you reached down and rubbed your clit. This catches Steven’s eyes and causes him to smirk, burying you onto him as he helps your fingers on your clit.

He was really filling you up now. You were basically just warming his length now. Soon enough he asks you to sway and grind while his entirety is buried into you. “Grind onto me baby, let me cum deep inside you while you ride your high, again. Give it to me.” He whispers onto yout flesh causing you to shiver.

You do as your told and sway your hips, left, right, front and back. It felt like you were being filled up till your chest, this type of movement was so new and made your pussy clench down onto him. He was feeling you tighten around his shaft and that sensation was so heavenly, he could stay there forever.

Your swaying began to pick up the pace as you slowly tried to ride him a bit. Feeling his length slide in you as you squeezed him again and again. “Fuccckk meee, darling. That is fantastic.” His hands grope your ass as he hissed at the feeling.

You were a sweaty, slutty and moany mess. “Sir Grant, I’m gonna- cum again…” Shakily you continued moving in the same pattern. Steven was so close too but he wanted you both to cum together.

“Me too, let’s- let’s cum together, my little slut.” He begins caressing every part of your body as you pleasured both you and him. “At the count of three.”

“One…” You began lifting your hips more while still swaying, he was groaning at your actions cause they were making it hard to control himself.

“Two, fuuuck…” His head throws back as he sees your beautiful eyes squeeze shut.

“That’s it baby, with me- thrr…three!” He pushes you down onto him as you push your head into the crook of his neck.

The sensation of his warm seed feeling you up made you smile. Laughing at the absolute miracle this situation has become. Last Friday you were just daydreaming about him and now he’s burying his load in you.

“Fuck…” You tried to move but he kept you there, your walls losened up as you felt him soften up too.

“Don’t move. Stay.” He grabs your face and pushes your hair away. The dim lighting of the apartment, paired with the moonlight made his heart flutter. Your eyes were so delicate. Your lips looked so plump. You had the prettiest face he’d ever seen and you just made him cum deep inside you.

“Sir I-“ You tried talking but he pulls you down for a kiss. His hands guide your hips to push you carefully off his length, still making you sit on his lap.

“Call me Steven, darling.”

~

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[bitchyglitterfox]

Down Bad For Teacher - Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: none really, just good old fashion fluff and smut! First smut I've written in a while.

A/n: this goes out to my wonderful friend @romanarose who gave me the idea! Also the discovery I used is an actual discovery that happened last month!

*****

You were currently taking notes, quickly writing as you listened to Dr. Grant explain his archeological adventures in Egypt. When the university had announced they would be hosting an Egyptology seminar led by your hero Dr. Steven Grant, you quickly jumped at the chance to hear him speak. 

"As you can see in these slides," Steven pauses, using his laser pointer to guide everyone's attention to the screen, "we discovered an ancient royal tomb. It dates back to the 18th dynasty. Could anyone tell me when the 18th dynasty had accused?" 

You stop your writing and quickly raise your hand, you raise your head and scan the room to see if anyone else has as well. Thanking the almighty God's above for allowing you to be the only one with your hand in the air. 

"Yes, you in the front row with the puffball pen." He calls upon you with the most beautiful smile.

"Yes, the 18th century occurred between 1550 BC and 1292 BC" you say while standing up and straightening out your outfit.

He gives you another award winning smile, "that is correct! Very good!" He thinks he's subtle with the way he is checking you out but you notice and it causes you to blush. 

The rest of the lecture goes on without a hitch. More students were speaking up and answering. As the seminar continued anytime you looked up, yours and Dr Grant's eyes would meet. Each time would make you blush. 

Once the seminar was finished you hung back and waited until everyone left before approaching him. 

"Hi, Dr. Grant, I don't mean to bother you but you've been my hero since I started uni," you say trying not to stutter or make a fool of yourself. 

"Why thank you darling," he stops shuffling his papers, "and who might you be?" 

"My name is Y/n L/n, I'm a fourth year archeology student with a focus in Egyptology'' you say very proudly. You've worked hard to get where you are at. Many nights spent alone working on papers, while your friends went out to party. 

"If you wouldn't mind, would you like to grab a coffee with me? We could go more in depth in the information you presented today? I'm sorry if I'm being really straight forward, I uh don't usually do this."

"I'd love to," he smiles.

****

You never thought you'd end up here after your little friendly coffee outing with the cute Dr. but here you are in bed as he continues to thrust his cock deep inside you, you can feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. 

"F-fuck Steven, right there. Oh fuck!" You moan out. 

"Oh bloody hell, your pussy was made for me love," he says before spitting on his fingers and rubbing slow but tight circles onto your clit, causing you to squeal with delight. 

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten once more. 

This would be the third orgasm he'd pulled out of you. Once from his eating your cunt as if it was his last meal and the other when you had made it to the couch. 

You had just finished your coffee date, stveen had mentioned he had some books that went into more detail about the archeological digs he had been a part of. You had looked at all the books scattered around the rather large flat in awe. You were so lost in thought you didn't register that you said "wow i could just kiss you" when you noticed his blush and how his lips parted slightly. Within seconds his lips were on yours and he'd led you to the couch where he had you ride his thigh the wet stain on his trousers only for you to end up here on your way to your third orgasm of the night.

Steven moves his hand from your clit up your stomach and to your breast, tweaking your right nipple, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. You grip his forearm that's placed near your head. 

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Steven I feel you so deep, oh Gods I'm gonna come," your hand tightly grips the sheets tightly as you feel the coil snap. 

"Fuck love," his thrusts stop as you feel his cock twitch inside. Pleasure fills your senses as you scream out Steven's name as you feel him paint your insides with thick white ropes. 

After you both catch your breaths, he gently pulls out of you causing you to hiss from the emptiness.

He gently places a kiss against your lips and walks to the bathroom. You lean your head back against his pillows and and relax into his scent, he smells like balsam, vanilla and musk. A scent you could get lost into forever. 

When Steven returns with a warm wet rag, you lean up against his headboard as he begins to gently clean you up, being gentle with how sensitive you currently are, when he finishes he tosses the soiled rage into the hamper. 

He leans forward and places one hand against your cheek and kisses you once more. 

"I don't usually go around sleeping with students but you are something different, a good something else." he says smiling at you as a curl falls on his forehead.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not one of your students," you giggle, "I really enjoyed tonight and I hope this doesn't have to be a one time ordeal," biting your lip.

"It doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be love," he says, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

"Good because I don't want it to be," you reply, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

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[hoedamn-eron]

doctor steven grant, phd - part 1

Your best friend's professor makes you weak at the knees.

Warnings: Age gap, but it is appropriate/legal. One sided pining (or is it?). Word count: 1,677 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Very sorry that this was posted a whole 14 hours later than planned!

Series Masterlist ● Part 2

You were a sucker for the awkward, nerdy type. Even in school, you were always fawning over the hard done by outcasts. You didn’t know what it was about them, but you’d sell your soul just to hold their hand. Yep, you were definitely a simp for an underdog. Your friends had always made fun of you for it, but you didn’t care. You had your preferences, and there was no shame in it.

Just like you had no shame in the preference you had for your best friends history professor.

University had never been your thing. You had decided you could still enjoy the ‘student life’ by going out partying with your friends and not end up in thousands of pounds of debt. And you had a full-time job so money was never a problem. But damn, if you knew Dr Grant could have been your professor, you were about to second guess your life choices.

You first set your eyes on the man when you met up with your friend for coffee by the university. It was her final year and she’d been up to her eyeballs in exams and revision, and final drafts of her dissertation, so you’d offered to take her out for a bit, to let her loosen up. She’d been working hard, and you hadn’t seen her for a while. You’d been chatting away about anything but university work when he’d caught your eye.

He’d walked into the coffee shop, red glasses perched on his nose as he frowned at his phone. He had a messenger bag hanging from his shoulder as he joined the queue. He was a bit older than you, no more than fifteen years, and he was dressed in clothes that looked just a bit too big for him but he wore them well. His dark curly hair was a tousled mess, but it looked as if it was purposely done, and you had the sudden urge to run your hands through it. He was, dare you say it, beautiful. You could practically feel yourself drooling at the sight of him.

You’d planned your life together in your head by the time your friend was waving her hand in front of your face. “Hello? Are you listening?”

You blinked as you looked away from the new object of your desires. “I’m sorry, what?”

“What are you staring at?” Her brow furrows at you as she turned in her seat, curious to see who you were looking at. An amused look comes across her face as she turned back to look at you. “You looking at the nerdy fella in the queue?”

“He’s the man of my dreams,” you sigh, as if you’re a pre-teen staring at the dreamy member of a boyband. “I have decided to marry him.”

“He’s my history professor,” laughed your friend. “He’s a doctor too…in history anyway. Dr Steven Grant, PhD.”

“How do you get anything done?”

“Because I don’t have the hots for my history professor.” Your friend smirks at you over the top of her coffee mug. “You should introduce yourself, I’m sure he’s single.”

Your mouth fell open. You had always talked a big game when it came to your fantasies that you had, but you’d never had the courage to go over and do anything about it. You’d always called it ‘window shopping’; you were happy to admire from afar and not touch the merchandise. You were scared of tainting the perfection anyway. “I could never.”

“Why? He’s exactly your type,” she teased. “He’s nerdy, he’s nice, and he has a goldfish called Gus who he is strangely proud of.”

“He’s got a goldfish?” You asked.

“He only has one fin, like Nemo.”

“He has goldfish with one fin? Oh, a man after my own heart, taking in less abled animals.” You cried, you hand landing on your heart as you look back over at Steven, who had made his way to the front of the queue and was ordering. “How has no-one snatched him up?”

“Because he’s the most awkward human being you’ll ever meet.”

You watched as Steven left the café, sipping at his flask that the barista had filled for him. From that day, every time you met up with your friend, you had hoped to catch a glimpse of her professor, but you’d had no luck. You were disappointed but of course, he hadn’t even noticed you, you had decided to just enjoy the fantasy life together you’d created a little bit longer.

Until you found him sat at the table with your best friend.

You froze a few feet from them, having been focusing on finding your bloody flat keys in the mess that was your bag. You were convinced that you’d left them at your job, but you needed them to get out the work building, so you must have had them. You were about to complain to your friend about your keys when you spotted the professor sat at the table, his flask in his grip, still wearing clothes that looked too big for him.

Your heart was hammering against your chest. He was just so good looking, it was unfair. How could he have this affect on you after only seeing him once, and he had no idea who you were? Incredibly unfair.

“Oh!” your friend cried your name as she saw you. “Sorry, I won’t be five minutes.”

“No rush, I’ll go and get myself a drink,” you reply, eyeing Steven, who gave you a shy smile. “Can I get you both anything?”

“No, we’re okay, thank you. Dr Grant was just helping me with some notes for my dissertation.”

You nod before turning to join the queue, before you find your gaze back on Steven. He was talking animatedly, his hands moving around with enthusiasm. Oh his hands, how had you not noticed the first time? This man was going to kill you.

“…and that’s how Ching Shih became an active pirate commander in the fleet, because her husband saw her as an equal.”

As you sat in the chair opposite the two, you listened intently to his speech about feminism in history, which your friend was incredibly passionate about, and was her next focus so she could move on to do her master’s degree. You were enamoured again by the way his hands moved and the way he spoke, those red glasses back on his face as your friend typed away on her laptop.

You blinked, your eyes focusing as your friend slammed her laptop closed. “Thank you, Dr Grant, that’s been a big help.”

“Not to worry,” Steven replied, sending a smile over to her as he took a sip of the drink that was in his flask. “Remember that I’m just an email away if you need more help.”

Your friend gave him another thanks before introducing you to him. Steven took off his glasses and his gaze finally landed on you properly as you tried introducing yourself like a functioning human being, but you were sure you were as red as a tomato and you couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. Brown was suddenly your favourite colour. You shook Steven’s hand and oh you could die. What was this man doing to you? You hadn’t even really spoken to him yet and you’re already a bumbling mess.

“Are you at the university too?” Steven asked, his forehead furrowed slightly in interest.

You shook your head. “No, no more education for me. We just meet up every few days for a drink and catch up.”

God you sounded so immature. Steven smiled anyway. “Oh well that’s good. Work can be just as stressful as school and exams, you have to take time for yourself.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, not being able to think of anything else to say. Does he know what effect he has on you, like at all? Surely he must know how good looking he was?

“Have you both been friends for long?”

“Since the beginning of high school,” you replied after a small pause. You needed a reboot, how does one have a conversation again?

Steven nodded, still smiling at you, not knowing about your inner turmoil. You wrack your brain for something, anything to say. “So you have a goldfish?”

You mentally slap yourself and you can see your friend grimacing behind her coffee mug.

Steven blinked at you and if it were even possibly, his smile brightened. “Two, actually. Gus and Gus Two. I’m not very creative with names. It’s nice to have a pet, someone who relies on you, even if it is just a goldfish.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, your brain just letting off white noise. Your friend, trying to stop this disaster of a conversation, thanked Steven again for the help as he nodded, packing up his things and grabbing his flask. He stood. “I have some extra material I can give you after lecture on Thursday, just stop by my desk.” Steven called your name, causing you to give him a small smile. “It was nice to meet you. Hope to see you around again.” And with that, he left.

You groan as you bury your face into his palms, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. “That was the most embarrassing interaction I’ve ever had with another human. Was that as bad as it seemed?”

Your friend bit her lip, giving you a sympathetic look. “It could have gone better.”

“He’s going to think I’m just some dumb kid who can’t string a sentence together.” You groan as you slide down the chair, wanting the floor to swallow you whole. “I can’t believe I asked him about his goldfish.”

Your friend chuckled as she shook her head. She picked up her latte as she noticed something on the table. “Well, at least you made a lasting impression.”

“What makes you say that? Because I’m a bumbling idiot?”

“No, because he’s left his university business card on the table and I definitely don’t need that.”

#moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven x reader #steven grant x gn!reader #steven grant #oscar isaac #professor!steven grant x reader #professor!steven grant

[toomanywatchers]

#watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #ryan bergara #wearewatcher #shane madej #ryan beef boy bergara #buzzfeed unsolved #ghost files #steven lim #buzzfeed worth it #puppet history #puppet history the professor #food files #weird wonderful world #top 5 beatdown #dish granted #lizzie lockard #katie leblanc #simone malec #sam young #ethan ramos #meredith evans #watcher as vines #vines #i miss vine

[sncwonthebeach]

He's just like me for real

#ryan bergara #ryan and shane #ryan i love you #hes just like me for real #all hail the watcher #watcher network #we are watcher #watcher #dish granted #ricky wang #steven lim #shane madej #ghost files #the professor #mystery files #welcome to puppet history #puppet university #puppet history #what an adhd mood tbh #it truly be like this sometimes #he may have a touch of the tism #theres nothing wrong with that #me too ryan my boy

[yourftmfriend]

Imagine having professor Steven as your boyfriend

Making him sit in your lap and teasing him while he tries to lecture you

“This is the part I didn’t really understand professor~~ Can you explain it to me?~”

“Hmmnn~ Y-You need t-to~ HMNnnnH~~ ”

“What? I can’t really understand you prof~”

“Hnnn~ Y/N please…~ I’m t-tryingg-”

Tease him

Randomly slap his ass while he’s talking to a student or another teacher

Poor baby would be so flustered~

Imagine fucking him hard before the night from his lecture

Giving him hickeys and all

What if he forgets to cover them up and one of his students asks about it

He’d get so red and surprised

“Uh.. Haha.. F-Funny story.. I hit my neck s-somewhere this morning.. Haha..”

“But Sir.. How could you hit your neck so many times at o-”

“H-HOW ABOUT we just stop t-talking for a while and I continue my lecture hm?”

He’s so embarrassed after class knowing you were in there too

He couldn’t look you in the eyes for a few days

Fuck him in the janitor’s closet where everyone can hear his moans

He’d try to hard to cover his sweet whimpers and moans but still fails

What a cutie am I right?

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[janddrawn]

Party at Bruce's Bar.

#hawkeye #kate bishop #professor hulk #she hulk #daredevil #falcon and #loki #sylvie #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #steven grant #moon knight

[thejinxmaster]

The new Hellfire Gala 2023 Variant covers >>>

#hellfire gala #hellfire gala 2023 #x-men #charles xavier #Professor x #scarlet witch #miles morales #captain marvel #carol danvers #moon knight #Steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #black panther

[melodygatesauthor]

A Bit Dodgy - Taglist/Book Cover

Hi everyone! Just working on the launch of A Bit Dodgy! You can see the summary and moodboard post by clicking here!

Still on course for 02/27/2023

I'm using those who asked to be on the taglist for my February challenge.

If you are tagged and DO NOT wish to be, please say so, if you are NOT tagged and you WANT TO BE, then please say that too! You can either DM me, leave a comment here, or reblog and leave a comment! Thank you!

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @my-secret-shame, @thatmomwitchfriend, @alexxavicry, @welcometostayingawake, @jake-g-lockley, @campingwiththecharmings, @steven-grants-world, @lia275, @minigirl87, @ahookedheroespureheart, @ninebluehearts, @outmodead

#a bit dodgy fic #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #professor!steven grant #professor steven grant #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader

[louloulouloulouloulouloulou]

so does this mean steven now has to film an episode of dish granted where he cooks a plate of children for a rat puppet?

#puppet history #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #watcher #watcher entertainment #the professor #professor mcnasty #dish granted #professor concupiscence mcnasty

[kittyofalltrades]

Office Hours

You get invited to a Frat party, but Professor Grant just might have something to say about it.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @welcometostayingawake

This is the brainchild of Mona and I. We had this bad boy outlined and started in 10 minutes flat. Nothing but shameless self indulgence and filth...

Words: 4210 of pure filth

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Beta: both of us this time @welcometostayingawake

Warnings: Power imbalance (professor/student), Age gap (READER IS OF AGE), Profanity, Oral (f rec), PinV, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it)

Your Friday evening Egyptian Civilizations lectures with Professor Grant were always your favorite. He was brilliant at his job, captivating the class to make you feel as though you were actually there, experiencing the Gods and Pharaohs for yourself. It didn’t hurt that the man was gorgeous; salt and pepper mop of messy curls on his head, leather satchel sitting on broad shoulders and a pair of gold wire glasses to top off the look. His tweed blazer paired with one of his many neutral cable knit sweaters added to his academic charm while he paced across the classroom, rambling about bartering for the Gods. The thought of how he might smell if you were to press your nose into his sweater made you smile at him as he passed by handing you a paper marked with another perfect grade. 

Steven smiled back at you as he handed out the papers. You, his favorite student, as brilliant as him in matters of Ancient Egyptian culture, made his heart pitter patter in a forbidden rhythm. You, always so effortlessly beautiful in your cozy, large sweaters and shapely leggings, pointing out inconsistencies in the homework to him. Then there was that one time you’d come to see him late one evening, dropping by his office with questions about the paper he had just assigned. He had to ask you to repeat yourself after taking in your out of place short skirt and fitted turtleneck. You ended up admitting that your out of place outfit and random drop-in was due to a failed date. He thought you looked absolutely lovely. You always answered his questions during class, exchanging small secret smiles between the two of you. Even turning down party invitations to have him check over your work during his office hours, sometimes bringing him pastries in thanks. You truly were his best student and you should stay that way. 

Once the papers were distributed, Professor Grant called out the next assignment and dismissed the class in a flurry of bags and papers. As per tradition, you gathered your things and gave him a wave before heading to the door at the back of the hall, but instead running straight into Tanner. Tall, handsome, belongs to a fraternity but comes from a small town Tanner. He was in a group project with you for this course and didn’t seem too bad, at least compared to his fraternity brothers. A fraternity known for boisterous parties, the likes of which you avoided like the plague. 

“Oof! Oh, Tanner. Hi, sorry about that,” you told him with a soft smile as you righted your footing.

“Hey, just the girl I wanted to see,” he told you with a charming smile.

Just the girl he wanted to see? Why? You had a reputation of rejecting the frat boys and if it was classwork related he could have emailed you. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What the hell did he want?

“So Professor Grant’s last assignment, it sounds like it’s gonna be tough. A whole ass research paper on any other God besides Khonshu because we’ve already covered him in class and he holds a special place in his heart,” Tanner laughed.

“Yeah Khonshu is too easy anyway,” you commented, not liking how he was lining up his shot. 

“So I was thinking you could come back to my place tonight and we could work on it together?” Tanner ventured.

Those words made Steven look up from the papers he was shoving in his leather satchel. He saw you with Tanner, his second best student, standing entirely too close to you, grinning wolfishly down at you from the step above and it made his blood boil. Slimy git. 

“Isn’t it against fraternity rules to waste a Friday night studying? Your frat bros are going to be partying,” you pointed out. 

“Maybe you could join me for the party after we do some research together,” Tanner offered, running his hands down your arm.

You considered it for a second. Tanner didn’t seem like the worst. He hadn’t made any lewd passes at you like some of the other guys and seemed respectable enough. You opened your mouth to accept his offer when Professor Grant stormed past you two in a flurry, drawing your attention away from Tanner completely. 

“My office in 10 minutes,” he ordered in a clipped tone. The way he spoke worried you but also sent a shiver down your spine. 

Steven turned and swiftly headed to his office in an attempt to calm himself down before he did something drastic. Like failing Tanner for hitting on you, or rather, push him down the stairs for groping your arm. 

“You should watch out for him, he gives me weird vibes,” Tanner said once Professor Grant turned a corner. 

You rolled your eyes, it was just Professor Grant. He was always a perfect gentleman with you. Even when you’d shown up out of the blue after a miserable dating attempt, he’d kept his eyes either on the laptop screen or on your eyes, not once straying to the large expanse of skin you had on display. You often mused that when you graduated, you were going to ask him out if he was still single. In these little daydreams, he was usually being a lot less respectful with you, but you doubted your attraction was reciprocated. 

“I don’t think he gives weird vibes. He’s always been nothing but nice to me,” you respond with a shrug. Professor Grant was actually one of the most polite faculty  members, if you thought about it.

“No, really,” Tanner insisted. “He’s always looking at you like you’re the only one in the room. And he’s always smiling when you ask questions. The day you were out sick he was in a terrible mood and I swear he kept glancing at your usual seat.” 

You listened to Tanner’s theories in amusement. That simply could not be true. 

“And you’re the top of the class,” Tanner finished smugly. 

That made the amused smile slide off your face. “You think I’m top of the class only because Professor Grant likes me? You're delusional.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he backpedaled. “It’s just he’s clearly got a thing for you! Be careful. Better yet let me go with you to his office. I’ll prove it,” he reached to take your bag from you but you physically recoiled.

“No thanks. I don’t think I need your help proving anything. See you around.” 

You shifted your bag on your shoulder and hurried to Professor Grant’s office arriving with a minute to spare, knocking on the door and hearing him grunt for you to enter. Pushing the door open, you hesitate in the doorway when you find Professor Grant behind his desk staring at you with a dark look in his eyes. He’s leaning back with his fingers tented, giving you a delicious view of him. You drop your bag by the small couch and walk to the end of his desk with a tentative smile, hoping to ease the anger you still feel rolling off of him.

“Well, do you want to explain what the hell that was?”

“What?” You let out, genuinely confused.

“Your little chat with Tanner,” Steven growled, unable to control the anger slipping through his voice. “You’re going to his little frat party? Going to study together?”

“I haven’t really thought much about it.” You lie, to cover up the end of the conversation that you’d really rather not share. 

“Are you trying to drive me mad? Tease me with the idea of you going out with somebody else…fucking somebody else?”

“I-I didn’t mean to tease you, Professor. I was just being nice.” Wait, what was that? 

That made Steven laugh sardonically, “You were just ‘being nice’? I’ve seen you brutally reject so many others who have tried. But you were just being nice today, right?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.” you hang your head in shame. You had disappointed him and you knew it. Maybe he knew Tanner wasn’t a nice guy and you didn’t want him to think any less of you. 

“If you were doing it to get my attention, good job sweetheart, you’ve definitely got it now.”  

The words made you snap your head up from where you were distractedly dancing your fingers on his desk to find a dark smile settled on his plush, pink lips.

“My favorite student has no business with the likes of people like that,” he muttered while he unfolded himself from the chair. 

“What do you mean, Professor?” you asked softly. This was a side of him you’d never dealt with before and you were treading on dangerous territory.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Good girls aren’t meant to be used by boys who don’t know what they’re doing.” You were gaping at him, you were sure of it.

“They won’t know what to do with you, they won’t know how to take care of you. Not like I do,” he continued, walking around his desk, encouraged by your silence. “By the time I’m done fucking your pretty little pussy it’ll be molded to the shape of my cock and nobody else will be good enough for you.” He finished with lips inches from yours, earning a gasp from you. 

Pulling you by your hands to come around the desk, pushing you to sit in front of his chair, he sits back down and trails his eyes over your body. 

“Undress for me, love,” Steven orders, quietly but with undeniable authority. 

You want this. You’ve wanted this for so long, so you strip out of your oversized sweater and leggings leaving you standing in your pink lacy bra and panties. You’re suddenly grateful to your morning self for choosing a semi-matching set. Another nod from him has you unhooking it from behind your back with shaking hands, and discarding your panties as well, blushing heavily as his eyes glued to the newly revealed skin. 

“On the desk, please. I want to get a good look at my beautiful girl.”

You wordlessly climb up onto his cold desk, ignoring the papers that get scattered, leaning back with your hands to spread your legs for him,  arousal dripping down your thighs. You never thought you’d be in this position with your professor but the way Steven ran his tongue over his lips slowly before reaching up and pulling off his gold rimmed glasses had you near trembling in anticipation. He took his time folding the legs down and securing them in a side drawer before leaning forward between your legs, hands pushing your thighs apart with a firm grip. 

Steven looked up at you from between your legs, licking slowly from your slit upward.  He groaned as your slick coated his tongue, filling his mouth with the tangy taste of girl. Steven focused on your clit, experimenting between flicking his tongue and then sucking on the small bundle of nerves to see which you liked best, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your hand flew to grip his salt and pepper curls while you let loose your first moan. 

Steven grinned against your cunt and pulled back to look at you properly and you whimpered at the loss. He didn’t disappoint though, slowly inserting one finger at first, then at your gasp inserting a second to join the first. Fucking you on his fingers with more force with every little breathy noise you made, he watched as your chest began to rise and fall quickly. 

Delicately rubbing your clit with his thumb, Steven drove you to the very edge of orgasm before slowing down, leaving you pulsing on the drag of his fingers. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were worried about how loud you were being, but it was all fuzzy at this point. Now this was his favorite part; curling his fingers to reach that spongy spot on your inner walls, slowly rubbing it to make you let out a shuddering whine.

“Who do you belong to?” Steven asked softly. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

You tried to form words through the haze of pleasure but you couldn’t focus. The only thing you could think of was the drag of his fingers in and out of your core. Stretching and filling you and still somehow not enough. You needed more. 

“I said, ‘who do you belong to’?” he demanded again, pumping his fingers with more force. 

You babbled out an answer, not knowing what you said, not caring if the words made sense at this point. Something along the lines of “professor” and “please”. You were so close to cumming, he was rubbing your g-spot and clit in tandem and you just needed a little push. 

“Tell me who you belong to or I’ll stop,” Steven threatened, and you could feel his  fingers gliding over your sweet spot just right, igniting the fire in your veins. 

“You! Youuuuu, Professor,” you shouted as your orgasm hit you, leaving you mentally drifting away from your body. 

Steven pressed a final kiss to your clit, stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean as he stood up, the unmistakable shape of his cock bulging out of his trousers. He pulled off his blazer and sweater, throwing them on the chair behind him. He smiled as your eyes raked over his smooth and toned chest, your fingers grazing the thin trail of hair to where it disappeared into his pants. 

“See something you like?”  

You nodded quickly in your dazed state. 

“You wanna touch me? Think you’ve earned it?” He leaned in as he was speaking, eyes trained on yours.

You wanted to see all of him, to see if your daydreams measured up to the real thing. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth watching while he made quick work of his belt and pants, shyly looking up at him through your lashes. He left his boxers on rubbing his hand over the tent made by his hard cock.

“Say please.”

“Please Professor, I want to see your cock.”

“Good girl, my good girl,” Steven praised and rewarded you by pushing his boxers down, revealing himself hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He plunged his fingers into your cunt again suddenly, making you jump, gathering some of your juices to smear them over his cock before stroking himself gently. He relished in the way your eyes followed the motion of his hand. He was by no means small and he was about to give you every inch he had.

He nudged your legs further apart and stepped between them, this time pressing his lips against yours in a  forbidden kiss. To be fair, this whole evening was forbidden but neither of you seemed to be in the right mind to stop. You leaned into him, coaxing his tongue out with yours, while he gripped your jaw tilting your head for better access. He pulled away for air with a small, satisfied sigh, leaving you breathless. 

“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked softly, nudging his prominent nose against yours.

“Yes, please,” you breathed out softly, kissing him once more. 

That was all that he needed to hear to continue his torment. He tapped his cock against your clit drawing a high pitched whimper from you. 

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, professor. Please, I need you to f-fuck me. I’ll be good, I promise,” you rambled to him. 

“Say it.” He spread your folds apart to push the tip of his cock into you and stopped, the action earning him a lewd moan. “Who do you belong to?” Steven was feeling possessive tonight and was desperate to stake his claim. 

“You, professor, only you.” You wouldn’t deny him this. Not when he was only partially lodged inside you. 

Steven’s eyes never left your face as he pushed in further, slowly, inch by inch, crawling into you until you felt like you were splitting at the seams.

“You’re too big, Professor,” You cried out. Sure, you saw his cock but you didn’t really stop to think how much it might hurt until he was already inside you.

“I’ll fit, love. We’ll make it fit.” Just when you thought he was done, he thrusted the last inch into your cunt, giving you a short but heated kiss when you whimpered at him. 

“Remember, I want your tight, little cunt to remember only me,” Steven groaned while bottoming out and paused to let you adjust. 

You let out a choked out moan when he stopped, he was filling and stretching you out like never before. He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you tight against him, somewhat distracting you from the stretch, large hands flexing on your back. The thought of him possibly splitting in two you briefly crosses your mind before succumbing to the pleasure of him starting to fuck you slow and deep. 

He’s murmuring soft words of praise against your temple while he’s slowly making you lose your mind, dragging out to the tip then thrusting back in hard but keeping a slow pace, leaving you breathless. 

Your lungs aren’t working as they should be, his scent is all around you, his hands holding you close, the tendons in his neck flexing in view. You think you’re having an out of body experience. You feel soft and weightless until an upward thrust hits a sensitive spot sending you back into your body with a wave of pleasure as you cum. Steven shifts to hold the back of your head close, kissing down your face whispering “that’s my girl” over and over.

Even though you’d found your release, Steven didn’t seem to be stopping, placing one large hand on your sternum to lay you down on his desk. Grabbing your ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he picked up speed, fucking you hard and fast, forcing you to take what he was giving you. 

“Workin’ so hard for your good grades, aren’t you, pretty baby? Gonna take my cock every night while you study?” Steven groaned. He peppered kisses on the soft skin of your ankles and calves, moaning a little with each press of his lips to your skin.

You nodded your head moaning out a string of yes, yes, yes. Your moans raised in pitch when you felt him marking the sensitive skin of your calves with his lips and teeth. 

“Gonna say no to all the stupid boys from now on? Y’like it when I fuck you stupid, don’t you, baby? Your little brain is empty, only know my cock.” Steven punctuated each word with a hard thrust, effectively making his point with each slam of his hips. You couldn’t argue with him there. 

“Mhmmmm. No–no boys, only you,” you whimper as the heat in your belly begins clawing its way across your body.

“You’re mine, baby. Mine to fuck, mine to touch, mine to cum in. I’m the only one that’s going to touch you like this, beautiful,” Steven spat out harshly, fucking you harder with each word, pressing the backs of your thighs down toward your chest. Your legs were going to be done for tomorrow but you couldn’t care less. 

“Professoooor, I can’t take it I- it’s too much,” you whined weakly, gasping on a particularly hard thrust. You reach for the edges of the table, desperate to anchor yourself against his onslaught, papers flying every which way.

“You can and you will. Fuck, you look so pretty spread out for me like this. After all the hell you’ve put me through these past few weeks, giving me those doe eyes and biting your lip at me in class… this is what you wanted to happen, right? You’re going to take. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

He can’t possibly be waiting for a real response; it feels like he’s in your throat, his hand reaching up to tweak a nipple and you’re letting out a long moan. You’re completely wrecked, coming hard again with a loud sob of pleasure, chest arching off the table. He's relentless, not pausing, fucking you through the waves of pleasure wracking your body, overstimulating you to tears.

“Were you thinking of me then? Thought I would absolutely wreck you right then and there if you teased me hard enough?” Steven demanded and you were quick to shake your head vehemently. 

“‘m a good girl for you, professor,” you slur around your heavy tongue, as you feel another orgasm building. You’ve lost count at this point. 

“That’s right, now come for me, love, I’ve got you” he told her gently, contrasting his earlier harsh tone. 

He licked his thumb before rubbing your clit in tight circles, giving you no choice but to fall off the edge he was hurtling you towards. You came with a loud scream of his name, body convulsing and vision darkening around the edges. Though your body lay completely spent, Steven hadn’t finished yet. He was pushed out of you from the pulsating and quickly fisted himself, coming in seconds with a loud groan, painting your mound and stomach with thick ropes of cum. 

You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to even out your breathing with his sticky spend growing cold on your skin until you hear the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. You lifted your head in time to see Steven with his phone aimed at his work, thoughtfully cropping out your face, grinning at you. 

“To show you… in case you forget you’re mine,” he tells you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

You felt like the words should bother you, but they didn’t. Nothing that happened bothered you as much as you felt like it should. You knew if you asked him to delete it, he would but you didn’t really want to, secretly thrilled he wanted a reminder of this moment. 

The reality of your situation was dawning on you, however; you’d broken the rules and fucked your older, sexy professor. Well, to be fair, he’d fucked you within an inch of your life and you’re certain you’re ruined for all other men now. You didn’t think you’d ever been fucked so thoroughly. 

After tucking himself away, he hunted down a box of tissues from his endearingly cluttered office to clean you up. Steven felt a little ashamed that things had progressed to this extent and so quickly but not ashamed that it had happened at all. He really did think the world of you, he thought affectionately, while wrapping you in his tweed blazer and leading you to his small sofa. Steven rushed to turn on the kettle to make you both some tea and offer you some biscuits. After your rather rigorous activities, he was sure you’d need a snack of some sort, quickly preparing two cups and pressing one into your cold hands. 

When Steven passed you the cup you turned to him with a sweet smile, which he returned, albeit slightly more dazed. 

“That was fucking amazing,” you told him before taking a sip. 

“I’m glad you’re satisfied,” Steven said with a chuckle. He would never admit this to you, but he was worried he had possibly taken it too far, having been touch starved for far too long. Hearing your verbal confirmation put his mind at ease in that sense. 

“I guess I’m not going to that party after all,” you muttered into your cup. 

“Need I remind you of something, love? I have photographic evidence,” Steven chastised with a smug smirk. 

The words sent a shiver down your spine and you shook your head ‘no’. He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering a muffled “good girl” against your hair. The gesture felt familiar and sweet and made you blush prettily. 

“Does that mean that this,” You motioned between the two of you, “wasn’t just a one-time thing?”

Before Steven could answer with a reassuring “No!”, the handle to his doorknob rattled, followed by several insistent knocks. You peeked at the clock on the wall - it was still technically Steven’s office hours. If not for both your states of undress, you’d have told him to answer the door so as to not raise suspicion. Another minute passed and the knocking started up again. 

“Professor? Professor Grant, are you there? I’ve got some questions,” the unmistakable voice of Tanner called through the door. 

You rolled your eyes and held back a laugh at the memory of  how your evening began. Tanner was probably here to show you that Steven was holding you back from going to his party, proving he had a thing for you. Turns out, he’d been right but that was neither here nor there. Tanner didn’t have to know that. After another minute, you could hear Tanner’s footsteps retreat and you relaxed against Steven again. 

“You know if he touches you again, I’m going to fail him, right?” Steven informed you. 

“Fine by me if he can’t take a hint.” You kissed him tenderly, pulling away to see Steven give you a wide smile.

“That’s my girl.” 

#Professor AU #Steven Grant #Moon Knight #Steven Grant x Reader #Steven Grant Smut #Moon Knight Smut

[hoedamn-eron]

confrontation

Steven confronts Marc and Jake after you leave.

Warnings: Age gap, but it is appropriate/legal. Steven may be a little OOC, and incredibly judgemental of Jake. Some swearing. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Angsty. I did not proofread this at all. Word count: 1,502 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Set in my Doctor Steven Grant universe, after part 6.

Series Masterlist

Steven flinched as you slammed the door closed behind you. He stared in confusion long after your departure, before he took a glance at the small mirror where it hung on the wall next to his front door, where Jake was looking back at him with an unreadable look on his face.

He had the entire evening planned out. He was going to wine and dine you, with your favourite meal, the one that you mentioned your mum used to make you all the time. He was going to give you your favourite dessert, and the bouquet of peonies that he had stashed in his bathroom and ask you if you wanted to be official. Now…this has happened.

Steven didn’t know how to feel. No, that was a lie, he did. He was pissed; pissed at Jake for saying those things to you, pissed at Marc for not stopping him. Steven knew that meeting you had rubbed Marc and Jake the wrong way, that it would be too complicated for just one of them to be in a relationship, but he didn’t think that they would have gone out of their way to destroy what felt like the only good thing to happen to him for a while.

“What did you say to them?” Steven asked, looking hard at the reflection in the mirror. “What did you say, Jake?”

“Nothing, hermano, you don’t need to worry about it,” came Jake’s gruff reply.

Even after all this time, Jake’s rough voice still took Steven by surprise sometimes.

“Yes, actually, I do need to worry about it,” Steven snapped, still glaring at Jake’s reflection, irritated that his head mate didn’t seem all that concerned about the situation Steven was put in. Steven grit his teeth as he ran his hands through his hair, starting to pace around his kitchen, barely hearing Jake trying to justify his actions, Marc annoyingly silent. “Just shut up for a minute!”

“Easy, Steven,” Marc muttered, finally deciding that he needed to say something before Steven had a heart attack.

“Don’t tell me to be ‘easy’, Marc, when you and Jake have pushed away the only person that matters to me.”

“Whoa,” said Marc, and Steven could see him at the corner of his eye, holding his hands up in defence in the mirror. “I haven’t done anything!”

“Exactly, that’s the problem,” groaned Steven, throwing his head back as he collapsed onto his couch, a huge sigh leaving him. His body ached. His head ached, his heart ached. Everything ached. He raked his hands through his hair as he leaned forward, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

He wasn’t getting any younger. He was pushing forty and only had a goldfish as a companion, until he met Marc, then Layla and Jake. Although happy to finally feel like he had a group of friends that weren’t strangers painted as gold statues, at the end of the day, Steven was jealous, of course, that Marc got to live a life he’d always wanted for himself; to have a wife, and the start of a family. Then Jake came along and told his two head mates of the life he led, where he’d had countless flings and got to live dangerously (although Steven admitted that he’d prefer Marc’s way of living). They gave up Khonshu (after a stern talking to with Jake how he hid away that they were still connected) and Steven finally thought that he could live a regular life, maybe meet someone, make a proper career for himself. But Steven came to accept that he just wasn’t going to have the same experiences as Marc and Jake, and he was okay with that.

Until he met you. And you had lit up his entire world from the darkness that he had hidden himself away in. He thought that Marc and Jake would have been happy for him, that he was putting himself out there, something Marc had always told him to do, but evidently that was a problem now. He didn’t understand. You were amazing, caring, and so lovely, and now his future with you was fading away before his very eyes, all because his head mates, his supposed brothers, had driven you away.

“Why can’t I just have something for myself?” Steven asked, and Marc and Jake weren’t sure if the question was aimed at them. “Why can’t I have someone and be happy?”

“It doesn’t work like that, not with us.”

“You managed to have Layla!” Steven cried, looking up angrily at Marc’s reflection, where he was still stood in the mirror. “And Jake…Jake seems to have had everyone!”

“Hey!” Jake snapped, but he went ignored.

“I just wanted…I wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to come home to, someone who was pleased to see me, that wasn’t stuck in my head 24/7,” groaned Steven, burying his head in his hands. “And you took that from me. Why would you do that? Do you want me to be miserable?”

He was met with silence again. Steven sighed in frustration and threw his hands up, slumping back against the couch.

“You know it’s complicated,” Jake finally replied.

“I know it is,” replied Steven. “But you just couldn’t let things…happen, could you? You didn’t have to get involved! You didn’t even need to meet them! We could have just lived happily. I would have fronted and had a real, loving relationship where you didn’t have to be included.”

“And what if they wanted to get married?” Marc asked, a sharpness to his tone. “What if they wanted to move in? What then? How would you explain where you would need to go every night when Jake’s driving?”

Steven didn’t reply because he’d already had those questions himself. And honestly, he didn’t have any answers. He agreed that he had a naïve way of thinking that it would have worked out, but he had just wanted to give it a go. He’d found you breath-taking, and he just couldn’t let you disappear from his life without him getting to know you, even just a little bit. His heart made that little jump is always did when he thought of you, remembering how you just suddenly appeared that one day when he was sat with your friend in the coffee shop. And he just loved you, so much, and he never even got to tell you before Jake had stuck his nose in -

“Buddy,” Marc said, sensing Steven’s anxiety start to skyrocket. “It’ll get easier, yeah?”

Steven didn’t acknowledge Marc before he went about cleaning up the kitchen, now not even remotely hungry. Marc and Jake continued to talk among themselves, talking as if Steven wasn’t there (and he truly wished he wasn’t). Steven ignored them as he put the untouched meals in his fridge then walking towards the bedroom. Might as well put his pyjamas on, he wasn’t doing anything anymore.

He tried to watch his usual TV but it just wasn’t sinking in. It was nearly midnight when he decided to end the day, hoping tomorrow, after a night’s sleep, would give him a different perspective, that he’ll have an idea on how to make this mess up to you. He still ignored Marc and Jake’s quips as he turned the lights off and climbed into his still messy bed from that morning, double checking his phone alarm as he plugged it in to charge.

And just for a moment, he stared at his phone, the urge to text you overtaking him.

Was that even a good idea? Probably not. Did he give you space? Well, obviously, you had told him so when you stormed out. He couldn’t blame you, his situation wasn’t ideal and he wasn’t quite ready to tell you about Marc and Jake (and they weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to get to know you). You’re probably talking to your friends about his weird brother, and how Steven had no backbone when it came to being honest with you.

He probably deserved it.

Steven sighed as he picked up his phone, opening his texts to your thread before hesitating. What would he say? Nothing would make this situation any better. You had said you wanted your space and here he was, about to contact you. His chest hurt at the thought that you might actually want to end things with him after all this, and he’d go back to just being a professor at the university, second fiddle to Marc and Jake. Just another thing that he would have to come to terms with; that Steven Grant would never get to really be fully happy.

Steven bit his lip as he sent out an apology text you, sending it before he could do anymore stupid things. He threw his phone down on his bedside table, suddenly unable to look at it.

“You did the right thing,” Marc said quietly.

Steven rolled his eyes before turning to switch his bedside lamp off. “Shut up.”

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[fully-functioning-pigeon]

Steven Lim and Ryan Bergara know Simu Liu

I love Simu Liu

He’s been on dish granted but honestly I don’t think that’s enough

I want Simu Liu on the next season of puppet history, reblog to sign this petition

#simu liu #ryan bergara #Steven lim #dish granted #puppet history #the professor #watcher entertainment #wearewatcher #watcher #I just realized that in Ryan’s insta bio it says prisoner on puppet history #I think that’s fantastic

[soulsforsales]

Professor Steven Grant x Reader

Warning: This is my first fic (Idk if that should be a warning but I am scared lol), fluff, age gap, no use of Y/N, sorry for any grammatical mistakes

Summary: You always had a weak spot for nerds but Steven Grant might just be the man of your dreams.

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (yes, we do have Marc and Jake in the next chapters!)

Thankyou @ivystoryweaver for your ideas and support <3

Chapter 1

It is a warm Tuesday afternoon in October. You are browsing the books in the "classics" section at the bookstore. Usually, you come to the bookstore on weekends but you've decided to meet a friend this week, so here you are.

Your eyes roam the bookshelf along with your hand in a straight line until you hit something. Someone. You step back, an apology already on your lips until you turn and see the man beside you and suddenly you are at a loss for words. You stare at him.

Normally, if you run into someone at the bookstore you would just turn away and apologize, which happened a lot since you were always lost searching for your book but it wasn't a rom-com movie where anyone you accidentally stumble upon turns out to be your soulmate - but, god, right now you wish it were.

Honestly, you have seen your fair share of good-looking men, but this guy was, you dare say it, gorgeous.

He had a defined, sharp jawline with dark brown eyes, and his hair was a mess of curls. He was wearing baggy clothes but it suited him just fine and a messenger bag slung on his shoulder. 'I'm sorry,' you hear him say and he gives an apologetic smile. O.K. If you thought he was good-looking a moment ago, his smile was absolutely beaming - and it wasn't even a real smile. 'You okay?' He asks, his fingers grazing your forearm for the slightest second, bringing you back to life. He is looking down at you, confused. Really? Could he not see what he was doing to you or did he not know how good-looking he was?

You nod, saying, 'I am fine. Sorry about that.' He waves his hand in front of his face, 'No worries,' he replies with a smile. He looks a bit older than you, thirteen years or some.

You are staring at him again. You can feel yourself getting red. So embarrassing.

'That's a nice book you've got there,' he says, pointing to the book in your hands that was now wrapped around your chest. The blush on your cheeks deepens, he doesn't notice.

"Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte" you trace your fingers over the cover of the book.

'Yeah,' you say, pushing the book closer to yourself, 'you too.' Alright, you do not know why you said that, but he was holding a book and it only felt right to return the compliment.

Or maybe you are just really bad when it comes to conversations with someone who's got you fawning.

He shows the book to you, "The Ennead" it reads. Suddenly, you are intrigued. Yes, you work for a textile company but History, especially Egyptian, has always been interesting to you. And before you know it, you are both somehow in a long, elaborated conversation about the Ennead, Egyptian history, and the pyramids.

He knew so much that it left you speechless. You could only admire him as he kept spitting engrossing Egyptian facts as if it were the weather report. He talked animatedly, with his hands moving and his eyes gleaming. His hands, wow, his perfect, sleek hands were totally distracting you from his stories.

He stopped abruptly when his phone rang. He was telling you something about Ammit, the sinister goddess of the Underworld but he had to stop and pick up the call.

He held the phone close to his chest, saying, 'Looks like I'll have to leave.' He looked like he was in a hurry but he glanced at you once more before walking out the place, as if he wanted to say more.

He disappeared soon as if he'd never even been here.

Your heart is beating fast and it feels almost as if, you have never had a conversation like this one before. Maybe it was the person more than the conversation itself.

You didn't even ask for his name, you wince at the realization. You should've totally asked for his name.

Maybe you'll see him again.

For some reason, you are sure you'll see him again.

•------🌙

You are a few feet away from the coffee shop's door when you notice your friend. She's sitting at the table with someone, you can't really see who, and is typing aggressively into her laptop.

Your friend is in the last year of her University, she's a year younger than you. You always knew that University was not your thing but you'd attended it anyway because your parents wanted you to and being exceedingly wealthy, they had proposed to pay your study loans for you.

So now you have a full-time job, a good paycheck, and an apartment of your own without any piles of loans above your head. While your friend, still in Uni was drowning in projects and assignments and you knew she needed to loosen up a bit, hence, the reason you two were meeting today.

You enter the shop with a smile, but it drops the moment you notice who your friend is with. You freeze a few feet away from the table. You couldn't be sure if it was him but the resemblance was there.

Your friend looks up from her laptop, noticing you. She waves at you, grinning, which makes, whoever it is, sitting in front of her turn to you.

You almost trip. He looks even better than the last time you'd seen him. He was still wearing baggy clothes, his hair tousled and curly but it looked purposely done. And he was wearing glasses, red colored glasses perched on the top of his nose. Adorable.

You always had a weak spot for nerds but he might just be the man of your dreams.

Your friend asks you to come over and have a seat and you do. You can tell that he remembers you. He's been staring at you ever since you walked in and you can't breathe. What's happening to you?

Your friend, however, is oblivious, she introduces you to the man, telling him your name and he introduces himself, 'Steven Grant,' he says, shaking your hand clumsily. You nod. His hand, oh god, the handshake sent tingles all over your skin.

'He was just helping me with a few assignments, thank you so much for this,' your friend adds and after telling her that it's no big deal Steven leaves the table to get his order.

You watch him go. Steven Grant. You had met him at the bookstore almost a week ago and yet, you couldn't stop thinking about him. It felt foolish but you'd never, in your life, daydreamed about a guy the way you'd daydreamed about Steven Grant.

'Stop drooling,' your friend says interrupting your rail of thoughts. A blush spreads on your cheeks. You aren't drooling... are you?

'How do you know him?' You ask her

Your friend grins, 'he's my history professor.'

Your jaw drops, 'he's a professor?' You repeat, placing your hands on your chest dramatically, 'he's like everything I've ever wanted.'

She chuckles, 'You should ask him out. He's exactly your type and I am sure he's single.'

Your eyes turn to Steven who's now getting his coffee, 'how's he still single?'

'Because he's the most awkward person you'll ever meet and the only friend he has is a goldfish named 'Gus', it is one-finned or something. He loves talking about it,' your friend tells

You smile to yourself but your heart's hammering against your chest and you know you'd never have the courage to ask him out.

'I could never,' you say, biting your lower lip. Before your friend can reply Steven comes back with a flask that the barista had filled for him.

Your friend smirks as she closes her laptop and leaves the table the next moment. You silently beg her to stay but it's too late.

Steven looks at you and you can't stop blushing. You are praying that your complexion doesn't give it away. 'Correct me if I'm wrong,' he speaks sweetly, 'but... have we met before?'

Your cheeks redden, 'yeah,' you say, 'Yes actually, at the bookstore... that day, I - I had no idea that you were, would be - what a coincidence, right?' You give yourself an imaginary facepalm. Someone must remind you how to form a coherent sentence again.

'You're at University too?' He asks

You shake your head, 'Oh no, not anymore.'

Steven smiles in reply and you two fall into an awkward silence. You want to say something - you know you should say something but he hasn't stopped smiling since you arrived and you can't think straight when he's looking at you with those deep, soft, brown eyes.

Maybe you should ask him something about his job - anything would be better than staring at him like an idiot.

You open your mouth to speak but Steven cuts you off, 'that day when we met,' he says, taking his glasses off, 'I wanted to ask you something, actually...' he pauses to take a good look at your face, you can swear you are as red as a tomato by now. 'I was wondering if - if you would want to - maybe - uh, have dinner with me sometime? I was just thinking if...' You don't hear the rest of the sentence. Your breath hitches in your throat. Was he asking you out? Was Steven Grant, the man you had been reeling after - asking you out on a date? This felt unreal.

'I'm sorry,' his voice reaches your ear, interrupting your thoughts, 'I think I might be reading too much into it. I understand if you're not interested.'

Your eyes visibly widen at his words. It wasn't that at all.

'No.' You almost yell, 'I - I am interested. I want to, I mean. I would love to go on a date with you.' You are smiling hard and you can feel the butterflies rummaging in your stomach. 'If - if that's what you are implying.' You add.

This is bad.

Steven lets out a small laugh, his cheeks turning pink, 'Yes. Yes, th - that's what I meant.'

You grin, not because you want to but because you can't help it. He's so nice and so absolutely beautiful.

Steven fiddles with his sleeves nervously, saying, 'Well, there's this really nice restaurant down the street. They have all kinds of food options. I - I was thinking maybe we could, you know, check it out.'

You nod, still smiling. Still feeling the butterflies in your stomach. He looked ten times better when he smiled.

'Yeah,' you say, 'yeah, sounds great.'

'I'll see you tomorrow then? If - if that's okay with you. I get off work at 5'

'Tomorrow's good.'

'Yeah?' He's smiling with his eyes now, crinkles appearing around them and oh, you could just die.

Steven's expression softens as he starts to get up, 'I am terribly sorry, love,' he says, with a weak smile, 'I would really like to stay but I have to leave now - I have a meeting at work. I could, uh, text you the details, though?'

You tell him that it's alright and exchange phone numbers.

'See you tomorrow, then?' He asks, sliding his messenger bag down his shoulder, his curls toss as he fixes the strap and you fight the urge to push your fingers through them. You really wanted to.

'It's a date then,' you say, biting your lower lip. It was hard to contain your giddiness.

'I'll call you.' He says, passing you a little smile before finally walking out the shop.

Oh my god. It happened! You are going out on a date with Steven Grant. You are acting like a teenager getting asked out for the first time but you're too happy to care. You are happy - excited even - for a date, you haven't felt this like this in a long time.

Your friend finally comes back to the table, holding a sandwich in one hand and a coffee cup in another.

'You were ages.' You say, adding Steven's phone number into your contacts

'Was I?' Your friend replies, slurping her drink, 'well, the barista was super cute - not really my fault, besides, what were you chatting with Mr. Grant about?'

You smile. Your cheeks hurt from smiling now but you can't help it, 'I am going on a date.' You tell her, 'With your professor.'

Tagging: @wittyjasontodd (I didn't know if you'd wanted to be tagged since this is not DC related but here it is!), @fandxmslxt69 (bcs I was inspired by your math professor lol >.<)

Anyone who wants to be tagged, just lmk!

#fic #fic writing #moon knight #moon knight fic #steven grant #steven grant x reader #professor steven grant #steven grant x you #i did it y'all

[sncwonthebeach]

hi, it was three a.m and i couldn't sleep so i made a bunch of @wearewatcher memes.

#we are watcher #these were fun to make #memes #watcher #all hail the watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #puppet history #the professor #too many spirits #dish granted #watcher network