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fullerthanskippy · 2 months

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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.

#professor hawk #hawk x skippy #hawk and skippy #hawk and tim #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #fellow travelers

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kaibacorpstocksplit · 2 years

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YGOctober Day 18: Maico Kato, Daimon, Sugoroku Mutou, Arthur Hopkins, and Professor Yoshimori

Old Friends Senior Poker Sanctuary

#yugioh #maico kato #sugoroku mutou #solomon muto #arthur hopkins #arthur hawkins #daimon #professor yoshimori #season 0 #yugioh r #ygoctober #oh. my god. i'll properly colour this one later #but i Need to move on for now ;_;#ANYWAYS my grandma turned 96 this weekend shoutout to her #art tag

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crazywolf85 · 2 years

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i have a type

#wordgirl #glen furlblam #return to treasure island #treasure island 1988 #jim hawkins #inspector gadget 2015 #professor von slickstein #phineas and ferb #carl karl #my boyfriends hehe/j

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redhairedgryffindor · 10 months

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It is a technically perfect potion. You are cleared to graduate.

Celebrate

Play it cool

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #jacob's sibling #mc #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter mystery game #hphm spoilers #harry potter hogwarts mystery spoilers #hogwarts mystery spoilers #professor snape #severus snape #character: douglas hawkins #character: earnest jones #merula snyde

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boymeetsworldconfessions · 15 days

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ABOUT:

This professor, referred to as Another Professor, is a colleague of the physics professor. He is annoyed that his meeting with his colleague is delayed, but his complaints are very gibberish to Cory.

Wee Hawkin Willie is the pianist at Rory's Shangri-La Café. Everyone seems to agree that he doesn't play the piano that well, and he constantly thinks he's come up with a new hit (such as "Forget Your Troubles, Come On Get Happy" what Isaac "Goodshot" Kelly told Trixie and "Hit Me Baby, One More Time" when Rory asks for more coffee), but doubts himself and says, "Nah."

#boy meets world #boy meets world character bracket #another professor #wee hawkins willie #polls

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teenageoaffireknight · 7 days

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Professor Arthur Hawkins

Season 1-5

#bleach #yugioh #yu-gi-oh!#professor arthur hawkins #arthur hawkins

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sigurism · 8 months

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Ben Hawkins | Ernst Lodz Carnivàle 1.10 -Hot and Bothered

#<3 #tw: flashing gifs #carnivale #carnivàle #daniel knauf #ben hawkins #nick stahl #ernst lodz #patrick bauchau #professor lodz #tattooed man #don swayze #filmnoiress #carnivalehbo #my gifs #my edit #tw: flashing lights #tw: flashing images

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snapdragoned · 10 months

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Random scenes from senior year!

#ts2 #sims 2 #sims 2 gameplay #windflower bay #snapdragoned #🎓#harper hawkins #samit chawla #harper daydreaming of the lecherous professor... run girl!!!#round 1.5: hawkins & chawla

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tiktoksinspo · 1 year

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#omg #oh no #funny #comedy #fictional characters #prince phillip #jim hawkins #roger radcliffe #king triton #professor utonium #the iron giant #aslan #thomas o'malley #doc hudson #randall #tiktok #@chloehowarrd

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waraxarcana · 7 months

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Three AUs I'm Considering (for Mostly Self-Indulgent Reasons)

Vampire AU. Basil Hawkins is a vampire who was once a powerful warlock who sates his bloodlust with a cult of loyal thralls. However, the magic he clung to has slowly been fading, so he sets his sights on getting it back by draining witches. However, he finds himself hunting one particular outcast witch with blood more powerful and addictive than any other. He's now making plans to steal her away and turn her, while also stealing most of her power for himself...

Modern AU. Hawkins runs a highly successful architecture/interior design firm and is also something of a holistic influencer on Instagram. But little do his fans know he designs the mansions for some of the most powerful criminals in the city. He plays the part of aloof, untouchable businessman but secretly has a sadistic side and isn't afraid to take contractors who displease him down into his sub-basement torture room to exact payback when lawyers won't do. Yet he finds himself becoming obsessed with the mechanic who fixes his cars, and begins wondering if those criminal connections of his might help him perform a little kidnapping...

History Professor AU. The head of the History Department at a private university, Prof. Basil is a mystery to the student body and a terror to the administration. He has the Dean in his pocket and dirt on just about every other member of the staff. He uses this power sparingly, however, until one semester he gets a young woman who not only impresses him with her essay about Cleopatra and other female pharaohs but arouses him with her willingness to debate with him on historical issues. By midterms he's determined to seduce her through "private tutoring sessions" and has already put through the paperwork to make her his Teaching Assistant for the next year, pulling strings to ensure she'll have no choice but to work very closely with him...

#Divination (Headcanons)#Blood Omen (Vampire AU)#Dark Academia (History Professor AU)#Crooked Designs (Modern AU)#(all of these AUs would of course get more than a bit nsft because Hawkins has bad intentions for Ikkaku in all of them)#(yes I know I have a problem and Niki and Nabi enable me so I won't be stopping anytime soon lol)#(will I actually do much with these? probably not but it's fun to put them out there)#(might inspire a fanfic or something some day)

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desertrose3000 · 10 months

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Dark Inheritance - Chapter 1 - Loss

After his grandfather's death, Mutou Yugi inherits Sugoroku's long-abandoned childhood home in the remote northern prefecture of Aomori.

Kame Game Shop, Domino City, Japan

Week 1 - March, 2014, Monday…

Darkness blanketed the city, the half moon only occasionally peeking through thick gray clouds. Most lights in homes had been extinguished for the night, the only remaining being the street lights. The small yellow game shop with the green turtle on its sign was an exception to this rule.

Inside, two men sat hunched over a table, upon which reposed a game of shogi. Seeing his chance, the younger of the two made his move, taking the elder’s queen off the board and cornering his king.

“Checkmate, Grandpa!” the young man declared, large lilac irises shining with exultation.

Mutou Sugoroku smiled tenderly at his grandson.

"You've done it, Yugi. You've surpassed me," the old man said, aged lilacs glowing with pride.

"Thanks, Grandpa!" returned Yugi warmly as he gathered the pieces.

"And as a celebration of your achievement, I want you to have… this!" announced Sugoroku, reaching behind him and pulling out a beautiful golden box covered in hieroglyphs, the chief of which was a large eye that seemed to stare at one from the front of it. This, he proffered to Yugi.

"Grandpa!" breathed Yugi as he opened the lid, revealing solid gold what appeared to be puzzle pieces inside it.

"I found it in my home as a boy," Sugoroku explained as Yugi pulled out a piece and gazed at it. "I worked on it for years, but could never solve it. I think you’ll succeed where I failed."

"I’ll solve it, Grandpa, and show it to you as soon as I’m done," Yugi promised as he raised his eyes to his grandfather.

"I'm so..." Sugoroku's eyes went unfocused as a gasp was ripped from his mouth and he clutched his chest. "Ha-ah!"

"Grandpa!" cried Yugi, puzzle piece slipping from his grip as he lunged toward his grandfather.

Catching Sugoroku in his arms, Yugi gently lowered him to the floor and pulled him onto his lap.

"Grandpa?! Grandpa?! Talk to me!! What's wrong?!!!" Yugi cried as tears of panic flooded his eyes.

"Don't cry... Yugi. I’ve been living on… borrowed time…" said Sugoroku, even as the light slowly faded from his eyes. "Live with honor and pride, my grandson."

"Grandpa, please..." sobbed Yugi.

But Grandpa’s eyes were glazed over as he looked at things seen only to him.

"I kept my promise, At..."

Sugoroku exhaled a final, rattly breath as his head lolled to the side.

"Grandpa? Grandpa?!! Uuaaaaahhhh!!!" Yugi cried, lowering his head and sobbing into the green denim of Sugoroku's overalls.

Taking a deep hitching breath, Yugi forced himself to regain his senses. He had to call someone, get help. With shaking hands, he fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket and dial his best friend since high school.

'Please be there...'

"Yuug?"

"Jou... my grandpa just died," Yugi announced, choking back a sob.

"Wha?! Wadda hell? Wha’ happen'd?!" asked Jounouchi Katsuya.

"I dunno. We were playing shogi and he just collapsed and died!" Yugi answered, voice rising and breaking as grief overwhelmed him again.

"'K, man. Hang on. I'll be right ovah. Ya gotta call 119 in ‘a meantime," advised Jou.

"OK..." sighed Yugi as they hung up.

Soon…

Yugi felt as though he were watching through someone else’s eyes as his grandfather’s body was stuffed into a bag, put on a stretcher, and loaded into the ambulance. By his side, Jou laid a supportive hand on Yugi’s shoulder by way of grounding him.

Grateful for Jou’s stabilizing presence, Yugi followed the blond mutely out of the shop and sat in the passenger seat of his buddy’s red convertible for the long ride to the hospital.

Domino General

Early Tuesday…

Yugi and Jou listened mutely as the doctor explained that Sugoroku had died of a heart attack. Jou thanked the doctor as Yugi turned and walked mutely away, staring at the linoleum floor.

The ride home was silent, neither friend able to think of anything to say or do.

"Tex’ me if ya need anythin’," Jou said as he pulled up to the curb.

"I will," Yugi sighed as he opened the door and stepped out.

"See ya," said Jou with a sad smile as he watched his friend shuffle slowly toward the door to let himself into the shop.

After Yugi gave a final, spiritless, wave through the window, Jou threw his car into gear and peeled out.

After closing the curtain, Yugi began his slow journey through the silent solitude of the shop, stopping at the doorway of each room and remembering Grandpa doing different things: selling games and toys in the shop, cooking meals in the kitchen, watching TV in the living room, working in his office, perhaps reading a novel in his bedroom. And of course their games together: chess, checkers, shogi, Monopoly, all manner of card games.

‘Just memories now,’ Yugi thought sorrowfully.

When Yugi entered Grandpa’s office, he saw the hastily discarded puzzle box still reposing on the game table and the center piece he had dropped to the floor when Grandpa had collapsed. He stooped down and picked it up, staring at the Eye of Wadjet, which gazed steadily back at him. Abruptly, Yugi threw it back into the box and banged the lid down.

With the urgency of the situation now past, Yugi could feel the sleeplessness of the night before catching up with him as his eyelids began to feel like lead. He blundered to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

But even in sleep, there was to be no succor for him, as his grandfather’s smiling face filled his dreams, causing his heart to soar before eventually crashing down as he headed for wakefulness and the reality that his grandfather was no longer with him.

Wednesday…

Yugi stood in a daze as the charred fragments of what had once been his jolly grandfather were passed directly between sets of chopsticks and deposited in the urn he held in a special pair of long chopsticks at the head of the pyre slab.

He was beyond thankful when the Adam's apple was set into the urn and the ofuda sealed everything up. After the soshikigumi took the urn to inter, he was finally able to leave that morbid place.

Yugi climbed into the passenger seat. The key was turned and the engine roared to life.

"How ya holdin' up, Yuug?" asked Jou as they pulled out.

"I'll live. Thanks for coming, Jou. I couldn't get through this without you," replied Yugi, throwing a quick, but sincere, gaze in the blond's direction.

"'No sweat. Dat's wut buddies do fer each othah," returned Jou.

"Right," sighed Yugi.

"Want me t' spend da night?" Jou asked.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble," Yugi answered.

"No trouble 't all," said Jou with a reassuring smile Yugiward.

That night…

Yugi sobbed heartbrokenly into his pillow while Jou tossed and turned in his bed in the guestroom, the sound of Yugi’s sobs muffled not one iota by the hallway separating them.

'Mah poor lil buddy,' the blond thought sorrowfully, blinking at the suspicious moisture in his own eyes.

#ygo #yugioh #yugi mutou #yami yugi #jounouchi katsuya #mutou sugoroku #professor yoshimori #bakura ryou #honda hiroto #malik ishtar #rebecca hawkins #arthur hawkins #mazaki anzu #haunted house #thriller #supernatural

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fullerthanskippy · 1 month

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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 ;)

#hawkins fuller #fellow travelers #hawk and skippy #hawk and tim #hawk x skippy #jonathan bailey #tim laughlin #matt bomer #hawk x tim #professor hawk #educate me

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