Out of the blue, you hear your name spoken in a familiar voice. You turn and see the person that matches the voice pushing his way through the crowd.
You stare. “Dr. Grant?”
Standing in the middle of a dive bar in Michigan is Professor Steven Grant, wearing a black dress shirt and a name tag that’s completely redundant to you, considering you couldn’t forget him if you tried.
“Hiya,” he says, tipping his glass to you.
Or: An unexpected encounter leads to something more.
Rating: 18+ only* / minors: do not read/interact
WC:10k
Tags/warnings:slow burn; mutual pining; idiots to lovers; professor/student relationship (eventually)**; smut (eventually); Reader is a “blank slate” but has a backstory; yearning; kissing/making out; angst
A/N:big big shoutout to @nobodys-baby-now for helping me work out the kinks in this chapter after I realized I had to delete 5k words and panicked. thank you so much, bb!
*This series, and my entire blog, are 18+ only. To follow & interact, you must be 18 or older and have your age in your bio.
**Do as I say, not as I fictionalize. It goes without saying that the plot of this series would be extremely inappropriate IRL. Please don’t fuck your professors.
I’m just so happy you were able to figure this out in such a perfectly timed way that I’m having a meltdown at 9 am. Seriously, you’re UNBELIEVABLE.
This chapter was incredible!!! I was so excited to see 10k at the top only to devour like it was my job. HOW DO YOU DO THAT!!! HOW DO YOU MAKE IT FLOW SO SMOOTHLY AND EASILY!!
You’re so GOOD. I am so happy you were able to figure this one out, you’re incredible and this fic is incredible too
VEE I AM CRYING
seriously, you know that this fic wouldn’t exist without you. I would still be fighting with this if it weren’t for your feedback and brainstorming help!! thank you so much and ily and I’m sorry for causing an 8 am meltdown
A Steven Grant Pygmalion AU where he spends months talking to a statue in the British Museum. Taking his breaks near her, telling her about his day, asking for advice. Then one day he heads up to her gallery, lunch in hand - only to find her plinth empty and a woman sitting on his usual bench who looks oddly, impossibly familiar…
You dig your fingers into his side and hit a bruise. His hips jerk against you and he groans; you can’t tell if it’s a noise of pain or pleasure.
“I knew you were a glutton for punishment,” you quip, trying not to sound breathless, “but I didn’t realize it went this far.”
“Again,” he gasps, and that answers the question of pain or pleasure. “More.”
Rating: E/18+ only (@ minors: scram)
WC:2.4k words
Tags/warnings: F!reader; graphic description of blood/bruises; whump; hurt/comfort; pain kink/masochism; frottage; sleepy/midnight sex; Matt is a glutton for punishment
A/N:2021 is redeemed by the Daredevil fandom arising from the deep like a goddamn kraken. I wrote the first draft of this months ago, inspired by a post from @pastafossa (the Great and Powerful, to whom I bow down as the Queen of Matt), and [SPOILERS] finally inspired me finish it <3
i would just like to remind everyone that it is entirely @letterfromvienna ’s fault that i am like this about matt murdock and if you haven’t checked out her matt murdock fics i highly recommend them
