#professor hawk

[bitchkay]

Hello! May I humbly ask thee for some headcanons? What would happen if we pull the Court of Darkness boys onto our lap and demand cuddles? Namely: Guy, Toa, Hawke, Roy, Grayson, and Tino.

[Ask received: may 13th 2024]

Oh so fun so fun 😄❤❗ I love headcanons💞💞

Guy is secretly a softie guys😭😭

He acts all big and tough when the reality is hes probably the one demanding cuddles more often than not

Soon as hes done w his work he wont get off you

Guy will indulge you no matter what so if you pull him onto your lap and demand cuddles he'll probably grumble about how you're "interrupting him from his work" but never pull away

You mad comfy anyway🙄🙄

He'll probably also grumble about you interrupting his work tbh

while he won't explicitly tell you no or pull away, he probably wants to be able to finish what he was doing

Toa can't say no to you but I fear he's a bit more disciplined

If you're feeling very needy and soft and just feeling very affectionate he won't even try it

He also wants to cuddle with you too so maybe you can negotiate

Let him finish grading this one last paper and he'll cuddle you properly deal?

He was looking for an excuse to take a break anyway(this is his third break today)

Hes endeared by your affection

Its comforting and obviously he can't push you away that would be rude

So of course he let's you snuggle up to him for a while

If his work doesn't get done that's just not his fault🙄✋🏽

He is thrilled actually

Kinda giddy

Fuck whatever he was doing before its cuddling time now

Roy loves feeling wanted by you so you demanding cuddles is everything to him

He would drop everything for you if he could

Obviously this isn't always possible

But if his heart spell wants cuddles who is he to say they shouldn't get any👀

A little bit awkward lowkey

You pull him into your lap and hes like whoa😳

But Grayson knows you like the back of his hand so he'll realize quickly what you want and give in❤

Grayson isn't all too big on pda but if this is how you want him this is how you'll get him

Even better if you're in private cus he's all too thrilled to have you in his arms❤

He's surprised and stupidly embarrassed but in a good way

If he's busy you see on his face the inner battle of emotions whether he should give in or not

He's actually so happy you want to cuddle with him, especially if he's been busy lately

You demanding cuddles could be your way of telling him to rest too

Also that you miss him

Maybe a little time in your arms couldn't hurt♡

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For those who prefer to read on tumblr over AO3, here is the newest chapter I posted today! I'll be posting in both places to get maximum eyes on the work. Now do enjoy, because I made myself horny on the LORD'S DAY to write this, as Skippy would have wanted!

(tagging those who showed love on the original post! @itsalinh, @fanfic-keeps-me-sane, @alexgraphyy, @arrpegio, @hawklovesskippy)

Here are some important visuals for you lovely readers: Picture 1950s Hawk and Tim for the 2012 flashbacks, okay? That innocent little dorky Skippy smile melts my fucking heart. And I personally find Hawk to be very daddy in the 50s (before he was actually even a daddy). I'm thinking up titles, and I have a playlist of songs going that will inspire certain chapters of the book, so chapter titles will be coming soon as well with lyrics of songs that inspired each installment. Gird your loins, we're jumping right into some light to medium smut. ***

The loud music thumped in Tim’s ears as he pushed through the crowded bar. It was the first weekend of his graduate program at Georgetown and he, against his better judgment, agreed to meet up with some classmates he met at orientation. He never went out much in undergrad, mostly opting to stay in his dorm room and study or catch up on his shows while his other peers stumbled through the streets of the small college town.

Now that he had one degree under his belt, he felt like it was time to be a damn adult and see what the bar scene was like in his new city. Besides, at least he was now 21 and didn’t get that pins-and-needles feeling across his skin when he handed a bouncer his ID. Even if his fake that he’d acquired through his freshman roommate did look enough like him and he had memorized the address and date of birth of the man on the card, it still made him extremely squirrely and anxious and usually resulted in ducking out of the line and telling his friends he forgot he had work he needed to catch up on.

The bar was dark and filled with bodies, Tim’s brow already beginning to sweat as the music pulsated with his heartbeat. He finally shoved his way up to the bar and shouted for the bartender to bring him the same beer the guy before him had just ordered. He set down enough cash to cover the single beer as well as a tip, and turned his back toward the bar.

Tim leaned back against the counter, elbows propped up behind him on either side. He perused the crowd for anyone he recognized from orientation this past week. His gaze failed to fall upon any familiar faces, but he did catch the eye of another man across the bar. His heart leapt into his throat and he took a sip of the amber colored ale to try to push it down.

The man was older than him by at least ten years. This was not a concern for Tim, as most of his past lovers were well above his own demographic. The man was sipping his cocktail through the skinny black straw bobbing over the top of the drink. His blue eyes were locked on Tim, and Tim could feel his cheeks getting hot.

He subtly tried to look to his right and left to make sure that the man’s eyes were, in fact, trained on him. The man removed his lips from his drink and one corner of his mouth drew upward, indicating that Tim’s attempt at being covert had definitely failed. Tim let out a breathy chuckle to himself and threw the man a wink. Taking this as an invitation, the man began to walk towards him.

Tim pushed his back off the bar and began walking to meet the man on the dance floor. Though he did not go out much to the college bars with his friends over the past four years, he had plenty of experience meeting men in bars around his hometown. He knew the game and he had to admit, he played it well.

The man’s eyes never broke contact as they squeezed through a sea of bodies to get to one another. Once they reached each other in the mass of drunken college students, the man leaned down into Tim's ear, and just loudly enough over the music, said, “Your lips look so pretty wrapped around that beer bottle.”

Tim’s breath caught in his throat at the man’s forwardness. He’d encountered many a pickup line, but none that sent the blood rushing from his head and into his pants quite like that one. The man towered over him by at least 5 inches, to where Tim had to crane his neck up to meet the man’s gaze. Using his thumb and forefinger, Tim adjusted his thick framed glasses and on tiptoe, he placed his mouth right next to the man’s ear. His voice came out deeper than he expected, and thank God, because inside he felt his heart squealing like a little girl.

“So you think I’m pretty?”

With his one free hand, the man grabbed Tim’s waist and pulled him close. Tim was pleased with his choice of words, as he could now feel the man’s hard-on pressed against his leg. It took every ounce of self control Tim had not to rip this man’s clothes off in front of all these people. The man read Tim’s mind, or perhaps recognized the animalistic look in Tim’s eyes, as he grabbed Tim’s hand and began leading him off of the dance floor.

Once they reached the edge of the crowd, the man wasted no time before setting both of their drinks down on an empty table and pushing Tim against the nearest surface, which was the wall next to the men’s bathroom. Tim’s back was against the wall with the man’s massive hand cradling the back of his neck. The man used his other hand to place it under Tim’s stubble and tilt his chin up until their lips were millimeters apart, both men breathing heavily.

“Do you do this often?” Tim asked breathily. “Cruise for younger men at the college bars?”

“Ouch,” the man had a pained expression, though the sultry smirk never left his lips. “How old do you think I am?”

Tim gently nipped at the man’s neck, trailing light kisses upward until he reached the man’s ear. “Old enough to know better than to start something unless you want to finish it.”

The man pressed his hips against Tim’s, closing the space between the two of them and kissing Tim so deeply that he nearly choked on his breath. “How about this,” the man said as he pulled away from Tim’s desperate lips. “I’m gonna go close my tab, and when I get back here, if you’re still here, I’d like for you to come home with me.”

Tim rocked his hips against the man one more time before pulling away, “I’ll go get us a cab.” The man practically growled in Tim’s ear, placed a sloppy kiss just below Tim’s earlobe, and turned his attention back toward the crowded room. Tim watched as the man’s broad, muscular shoulders and back towered over the tiny women he had to push through to get back to the bar. He felt a surge of pride as he watched these college girls ogle at the man he was about to go home with. If only they knew, he thought, that the man’s stature clearly translated to other things of impressive size, if the feeling against Tim’s thigh had been any indication.

Tim finally tore his gaze from the man as he turned and exited the back door of the bar. As he stepped out into the hot August night, his ears still ringing from the loud music, he looked down the street and held up a hand to hail a taxi. A handful of other people were on the curb trying to do the same, a group of raucous frat boys jumping in the first cab that pulled up. Just as well, Tim thought. His suitor had not met him out back yet anyway.

Just then, the back door of the bar opened and his conquest emerged into the dark night. It did not require many strides of his long legs before he was back in front of Tim, grabbing his face and driving their lips together. The man’s lips were hot on Tim’s as he closed the space between their bodies once again. Tim felt something twitch in his pants at the thought of onlookers in this dark alley behind the bar, watching the two men, all hands and lips and teeth.

The man leaned down to kiss and bite at Tim’s neck, just above the collar of his shirt. While the man was sucking and licking at a spot of his skin, Tim took in the surroundings. He was sure the man was going to leave a mark, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying a bit of voyeurism. Groups of girls whispering as they passed the men, missing available taxis that passed by because they were too busy in their moment of passion.

Then, Tim saw a man leaning up against the back door of the bar, having a smoke just under the bright security light that lit up the back alley. With two fingers, the stranger removed the cigarette from between his lips as he kept his eyes locked on Tim, his expression unreadable. Tim threw his head back as his own stranger placed his hand on his ass, clawing desperately at the smaller man. The man with the cigarette ashed it on the brick wall of the bar, ran a hand through his hair, and folded his arms. He wasn’t even pretending not to watch. He was enjoying the show that Tim was putting on for him.

Tim created a fantasy in his head of the stranger joining himself and his suitor in the back of the cab, the three of them fervently swapping sloppy kisses on the way to the original man’s home. Though he already had one man locked in for the night, the man who was whispering absolute filth in Tim’s ear about all the things he wanted to do to him, Tim couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have the two men worshiping his body at once. The dimly lit stranger shifted on his feet, appearing to become uncomfortable at the tightness in his own pants.

The fantasy world Tim had created was fractured when his suitor pulled away and finally flagged down a taxi. He opened the car door for Tim like a gentleman and slapped Tim’s ass as he climbed into the back seat. The man told the driver the address of their final location for the night. As the cab began pulling away from the bar, Tim watched as the stranger stomped out his cigarette, turned on his heels, and disappeared into the dark of the night.

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Educate Me - Chapter 6 sneak peek

It had been a few weeks since Tim’s first hookup with Professor Fuller – or, Hawk, as he was now allowed to call him whenever outside the classroom.

Could it even be classified as a hookup? What Tim considered a hookup now at 21 was usually more involved than what had occurred in his professor’s office. That was more akin to a quick high school fantasy, more or less a rushed hand job in the principal’s office. 

Not that he had had experience in that regard. 

Even still, it left Tim wanting more from the older man. To feel Hawk’s hands wrapped around his length was one thing, but to imagine the professor’s impressive girth filling him up when he could finally get him alone again… 

Tim was snapped out of his daydream by Hawk – er, Professor Fuller, calling on him in class. “Would you agree, Mr. Laughlin?” The professor sat on the edge of his desk, biting the arm of his glasses and all but eye fucking Tim in front of the entire class. 

He sat up straighter in his seat, “Um,” looking around the class to find everyone else paying very close attention. “Yes, you’re absolutely correct sir.” He punctuated the last word by looking over the frame of his glasses, and only Tim would notice the professor shift his position to camouflage the effect of his word choice. 

The two had done a bit more sexting since the last physical encounter, nothing going past what their first telephone exchange entailed. Occasional texts from Hawk, working late in his office with his cock in his hand, or one from Tim freshly out of the shower, muscled torso on full display cutting off just above the area the older man longed to see most. 

That day on his way out of class, the professor slipped a note into Tim’s book bag as he shuffled past the other students. When Tim got back to his apartment that evening after the rest of his lectures, he retrieved the note. 

Old school, he thought. He could have just texted me. 

All the note contained was a time and a location. 

The Understudy, 8pm. 

The name sounded familiar. Tim did a quick google search to find that it was a lesser known speakeasy type bar just off of campus. 

So, he wanted to meet out in public. Well, semi public. The photos online made the place appear dimly lit, somewhat exclusive, and rather intimate. A secret hideout of sorts. 

Tim knew a date when he spotted one. And he fully intended to commandeer this date into bringing the professor back to his apartment. 

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I shall return later with a full chapter, but I'm excited to continue with these two and wanted to throw out a little teaser ;)

[bitchkay]

*hawke and lance catching up over drinks*

Hawke: so

Hawke: how's life

Lance: good

Lance: yours?

Hawke: good

Hawke: we're both lying aren't we?

Lance: we both asked for the strongest thing they had in stock.

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Long ass chapter coming tonight besties 👀 wanted to get some more exposition out of the way so we can get to the good stuff

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She said the title of the thing!!!! In the thing!!!!

Whew okay took me long enough huh??? Hate when real life gets in the way of the happy little FT AU I've created to escape.

Here we have the origin of "Skippy" because I had to throw it in somehow ;)

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All I’ve been able to do after work this week is get high and watch white collar so sorry for the delay BUT!!!!!

New fic chapters this weekend 🔥 🌶️

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Tonight I will be having a bevvy and doing some more writing. I intend to upload a new chapter of my rwrb fic tomorrow (!!!) and hawktim sometime this weekend!!!

I’m liking the dual writing because my FT fic is smutty filth from the jump but the firstprince is gonna be more fluff at the beginning with like ~falling in love~ and shit (don’t worry there will still be smut after all im just a girl)

I am having my cake and eating it too!