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Everything is perfect in Peachyville!

And Dood!

These are just some silly rocks I painted while camping, although the everything is perfect in peachyville idea is something I want to do in an proper painting if I have time with the school year coming up.

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Happy Birthday Mr Chifuyu!

Today is 19 December, Chifuyu's birthday! Me and @moon-mars-ikemen decided to join forces and make a two parts story for our favourite Tokyo Revengers characther!

Before pressing the read more, go read Mars' part, you will enjoy a perfect and elaborated story about the first division vice captain!

Part. 1 is sfw so minors can interact!

Words Count: 1453

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Mommy Kink, Oral Sex (both), Minors DNI, 18+

“Mmm Fuyu” you say while trying to break the contact with his lips, but his grin and his eagerly actions didn’t give you space for words, “F-fuyu please” you say while smiling and tigthening the grip with his hands, “Tell me my sweet mommy” he says with his smile deeply looking into you, “Have a surprise, let’s go before the twins snap us other photos and publish them as porn material” you say smiling and lookin at them, perkin from the restaurant door, “The key, I’m all yours” he says tossin them in your soft palm.

“Have a surprise for you Mr Chifuyu!” you say while lookin towards the street makin your husband blush, at the way artificial lights, were lightening your beautiful features, “Another surprise? God I don’t know if my heart is going to handleit” he says while caressing your thig, “We arrived!” you say taking his hand and givin it a kiss, “Ho-hotel?” he says confused when you park in the lot and take a bag from the backseat, “Yes dummy let’s go!” you say and Chifuyu follows you lost in the beauty of your body, his mind anticipating what is going to happen this night.

It’s been a long a time since you could be this intimate, sure you didn’t lost your sex life but havin such a little daugter that she totally loves her dad could be a bothersome during some steamy mornings, he chuckles thinking about the amount of time your daughter Keiko interrupted you. “What are you laughing at?” you say curious to know what’s in your husband mind, “Just thinkin about that we hadn’t proper fuck since Keiko born and now that we have the possibility we do it to have another one” you blush at his direct statement, “F-fuyu!” you say with red ears and cheeks, “What mommy I thought you wanted this too!” he says while ghosting his hand on your ass and squeezin it totally ignoring the stares of the concierge waitin for you. “Mrs and Mr Matsuno, we were waiting for you” he politely says while givin you curtsy, “Hope we didn’t cause any trouble coming at this hour” you say with a gentle smile to the man with gray hair, “Not at all, in fact everything is just ready. In fact here’s your key and for everything else you need you may call us pressing the number 1 one on the phone’s room” he says and givin him a curtsy you go to the elevator.

“Babe this is awesome!” Chifuyu says as soon as he enters the suit prepared for you, you smile and bringin the bag towards the bathroom you say, “Wait here mr! Don’t moove a muscle!” you say while pecking his lips and walkin backward while lookin at him spreading his legs and loosening the tie, it’s minute after that you come back with a blue night lingerie that left not so much details to the imagination, “Wanted to match your dress and your beautiful eyes” you say while going on his lap and start to kiss his ear and neck, gaining deep moans from Chifuyu, “Tonight is all about you baby, tell me whatever you want and you will have it” you say unbuttoning his chemise and starting to grind on his crotch earning groans that makes your liquids flow to your laced panties, “J-just suck me” he says with a blush and kissin you deep, he appreciates the curves of your body while his fingers caress your clothed pussy, swallowing all your moans. Disinhibition and lust fill both your eyes when you leave the kiss to breath and feelin the hard bulge under you, you can’t help but position your self on your knees and spreading him you start to leave his clothes on the floor you stare at his hard cock for a moment, “Please mommy suck me” Chifuyu says with pleading eyes but eagerly smearing your cheeks with his tip, “As you wish my daddy” you say with doe eyes while givin kitten licks to his cock. “F-fuck” Chifuyu groans as soon as you put his lenght, everytime feels like his first, he can’t get use to the way your tiny lips wrap around him and let him feel as bustin a nut the minute you start to suck up and down it, “M-mom, blossom -ngh- faster” he utters in between groans but he doesn’t wait your reply that his hips unintentionally hit the back of your throat, carefully movin his hips until you look at him with the most sensual look and he chants “Fuck fuck fuck I’m cumming y/n, I’m cumming! Swallow” and his load finish all inside your mouth givin you a side you could never be tired of, your husband a tired mess just because a blowjob only your lips could gift to his cock.

In no minute you find yourself in the bed while Chifuyu takes away every undergandment girding your perfect body, “Now it’s your turn” he says with a grin kissin you eagerly and startin to caress your nipple with the palm of his hand, causin a loud moan “Never being so sensible since you were pregnant with Keiko” he says while lookin at you and puttin a nipple on his mouth suckin like an hungry infant with his mother, “Gotta fill you a lot to see that swollen belly and perfect tits all ready for me” he says in his delirious state, “Yeah fill me up Fuyu wants to be pregnant with your baby again” you say movin your hips towards him trying to feel some contact with his warm body. Your husband looks to your desperate lookin and going up from the previous position he puts two fingers inside you grinning to your reaction, “Look at you, willing to give me pretty pussy and fill it up” he says fastening the thrusts and starting to lick at your clit, “Oh Fuyu fuck, wanna cum!” you say while taking his head and moving your lips to reach your orgasm soon enough, and that’s what you do, chanting Chifuyu’s name. Something about this night makes both you and your husband impatient, that’s why as soon as you wash the waves of your orgasm, you take Chifuyu to your lips and while kissing you he puts his cock in your entrance, sinking in one thrust “Fuck” you both moan feeling the stretch he provides you and the pleasure your tight walls give to his lenght, “F-fuck that’s my mommy, seems like the first time we fucked” he says while slowly movin but as soon as he sees your fucked out expression moaning under him and your boobs moving to his thrusts. Chifuyu suddenly feels all the control and can’t help but fuck you senseless, as he didn’t do it for a lot of time, your moans are his fuel and everytime he hears his name coming from your lips, he can’t help but savour the moment you will take all his cum and his cock can’t help but twitch at the thought “Fuck mommy, I’m not sure I will resist let’s cum together” and lookin deeply into his eyes you smile you say “Fill me up, Fuyu make a mommy again” careful circles to your clit make you come undone and that’s when Chifuyu follows you in the bliss of the moment, shooting deep rops of cum into you, whispering for the last time mommy until the final load hits deep in you.

Panting and sweating all long his body, Chifuyu collapses on your boobs, caressing his black hair you smile thinking about the new life that you’re going to create thanks to him, “Hope it will work” you say while kissin the crown of his head, “Gotta be sure” he suddenly says hopping his head looking towards you and taking you bridal style towards the bathroom planning to fuck you till he’s sure that another Matsuno will be on the way tonight, “I’m your for you all the night, all the life, happy birthday Mr Chifuyu!” you say in his arms while enjoying his warmth and preparing for another long night.

“Daddy did you plant a seed on mommy?” your daughter says as soon as she sees her daugther to the Ryuguji mansion, “Don’t worry princess, I bet your daddy planted tons of seed, you sure you’re goin to have a sibling to play tea time with you and Chi-chan” Draken says lookin at all the hickeys in your and Chifuyu’s neck, making you blush and smile under your lips, “This for sure will be another birthday to remember” Chifuyu says while lookin at his friends an then to you and your daugther, “Thanks everyone”.

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Small Price to Pay

Warnings: Non con, dub con, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, little bit of childbirth, slight depression, 18+

Word count: 2,973

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest girl in her family and her father is looking to sell his daughter into marriage next. She’s able to fend off majority of the men who come to court her, but then a mysterious man with eyes the color of the ocean comes into the picture. Money is a small price to pay for a happy life after all. 

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Prompts: The song “Light” by Sleeping at last

A/N: This is for @marvelfulxbabes​ challenge that I’m so thrilled to be apart of. I’m sorry for the hiatus, school is always way busier during the 2nd semester, but I have a bunch of stuff coming out. As for my series they may take a while, so I’m sorry if you were invested in those. They are coming though, I miss them deeply. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

Ps: Thinking about part 2 to this, whatcha think? ;)

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Your father was a douchebag. Plain and simple. He had bought your mother from your grandfather and he had sold your older sisters to men twice their age. Now that you were 18, it was your turn. You were extremely close to your sister, Anne. She was the third oldest and the last to leave you alone with your two younger half brothers. She was the most like you and always fought back the men who came to bid on her like property. Sadly, a man came by and easily found it charming. She always said to never give in, figure out what they want and do the opposite. You’d be successful only until dad finds a man who doesn’t give a damn at all. They were out there, but your father had failed nearly a thousand times already. 

Since your birthday, at least three men have come to your house to try to court you. In fact, that’s what your birthday present was, a rich man named Tony Stark there to court you. He worked as a CEO on the upper east side for a well known tech company. He was loaded, and your father wanted in. You figured out Tony like proper and well spoken ladies, someone to show off at his expensive Galas filled with people who spoke seven different languages. So, you acted a slob. Spilled your fancy tea all over yourself and his prestine suit, mispoke several words, use vulgar language, and acted painfully stupid. Tony marched right out and your father made you kneel in rice until your knees bled. It was worth the pain. 

It’s been six months and your father was unsuccessful. You have never seen your sisters since their marriage and you missed them, especially Anne. You didn’t want to end up a housewife somewhere with no say in anything. When your mom died your father quickly remarried, it was as if your mother meant nothing to him. You’d be damned if that happened to you. If you were going to get married, it’d be for love. 

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“Wake up, you have a visitor.” Your father shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and looked to your father, he was already smoking a cigar even though it was 8am. You groaned and got out of bed, walking to your closet, pulling out a t-shirt and jeans. 

“Oh no, you can go out like that.” Your father pointed to your sleep shorts that showed off your legs and cupped your ass perfectly; your top was a thin tank top that showed your hardening nipples. You rolled your eyes and started walking to your door, shouldering your way past your father. 

You walked into the living room and saw a man standing there with his back to you facing the window. His arms were folded and you saw one sparkling in the light, he had a metal arm. You gasped at it and stopped in your tracks. The man turned to you and the corners of his mouth threatened to rise. He was hot. His hair was pinned out of his face in a man bun, he wore navy blue dress pants and a white button up dress shirt that had he rolled to his elbows. His eyes were as bright as the diamonds the strange men bring to you in order to try to buy your love. 

“Mr. Barnes, my daughter. Daughter, Mr. Barnes.” The way your father said daughter bit at your nerves. He knew introducing you with a title rather than your name made you feel inferior, as if that’s the only thing there was to know about you. You glared at your father before turning back to Mr Barnes. He extended his flesh hand to you. 

“Pleased to meet you. I doubt your name is daughter, though.”

He smiled at you, but it didn’t meet his eyes. You took his hand and faked a smile. “Mmmhm, it’s not. Y/n will do just fine.” Mr. Barnes shook your hand before gesturing to the couch. 

“Take a seat, let’s get to know each other.” At that your father excused himself, but not before casting you a warning look. You smirked back at him before taking your seat next to Mr. Barnes. “So, how old are you?”

“97, just a few years younger than you.” You bit at him. You always lead with sarcasm, if they laughed they were serious and you’d have to become boring. If they didn’t that means you had to continue being “unladylike.” 

Mr. Barnes eyebrows shot up before he laughed a bit. It wasn’t real, he was uncomfortable. He was easy to read, you had this in the bag. 

“Alright, I see why you’re so uptight. I wouldn’t like it if men were to come in and try to buy me either. Believe it or not, I used to hate this practice.”

“Yet you’re willingly here and seem to be enjoying it.” You cocked your head to the side, your smart mouth making him shift a bit. 

“My younger sisters have been victims of this trade,” Mr.Barnes ignores you, “I always said I wouldn’t do it. As time has gone on, no woman of value isn’t being bargained off. You should be lucky your father cares for you so much, the ones who aren’t cared for are just thrown out into the world.” 

“Grateful? My father sold my sisters like livestock for a couple millions and I haven’t seen any of them in years! This “bargaining” system is destroying families and is never created equal. What do the men and young boys suffer? What do they lose? They can still go see their family. They still have freedom.” Your voice raised, the audacity that these men had always blew your mind. They didn’t understand and never would, so why did they try to sit there and try to make you? They saw how unhappy their sisters and mothers were, yet they continued on with this bullshit for generations. If you ever were married off and had a son, you’d beg him to stop the cycle. You’d try even harder to protect your daughter. 

Mr. Barnes sighed and sat up a bit more. “I’m sorry doll, I didn’t mean to upset you. I meant it as a compliment, honest.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. He looked apologetic but you didn’t care. You weren’t here to be nice, you were there to survive as long as you possibly could. 

“Well, Mr. Barnes, your intentions don’t seem to have worked out, did they?” You raised your chin and said his name with a poison that even stunned you. There’s no way he’s gonna want you.

“My real name is James, sorry for the formicality,” Mr.Barnes was suddenly smiling and standing up. He crossed to the door that separated the living room and the main area in your house. Where your father was sitting on the other side. What just happened?

You lookedon with curious eyes as James opened the door and called for your father. He was still smiling and your father rushed over, angry eyes finding yours before turning soft at James when he saw his beaming face. “We have a deal, sir” He shook your father’s hand while your jaw dropped. Fuck.

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Two million dollars. That’s how much you’re worth apparently. You don’t know where you went wrong, but being a brat was only going to work so many times. James apparently didn’t mind at all that you had a mouth, in fact he was telling your father how much he loved it. He said while looking for a wife he pretended to be proper so that when the girls acted the way they thought he wanted them to, boring in his opinion, he knew they weren’t for him. You, on the other hand, spoke your mind and were feisty. It ignited a flame James believed was dead. 

You looked on with glossed over eyes as you say your belongings being packed away and set in a moving truck. It was mostly irreplaceable objects such as photos and your favorite clothing. James promised to buy you new things and to add a new wardrobe. He must’ve been loaded because after dropping that much he still promised so much more. Lucky girl you were.

You signed a paper while a ring decorated your finger and numbly kissed James on the lips to seal your marriage. He wore a similar band on his left hand finger. “Congratulations, may your marriage be filled with joy, blah blah blah.” Your father blabbered while he sucked on another cigar and counted the money James had given him. 

James took you to his house. It was a humble suburban home on the outskirts of New York, much different than your penthouse in the city. There was a white picket fence and freshly trimmed grass decorating the outside. “We’re home, doll.” James cut the engine of his BMW, putting his hand on your thigh. You changed into a short blue summer dress that complimented your skin tone and brown wedges. You looked like your mom and every other dutiful wife you’d known. 

You stepped out of the car and looked up at the house that you’d be spending the rest of your life. The sky was clear and beautiful but you felt the depressive clouds that rained over cul de sac, drenching their housewives. The weight these women held, loving the men who cheated, hated, and abused them. James came up behind you and pulled your waist so that you leaned on him. He kissed your cheek and looked into your eyes. “I can’t wait for us to fill the rooms in the house. I can see it now, two kids a boy and a girl. Maybe more if it feels right.” Your stomach churned at the thought. You didn’t want kids with him. But it didn’t matter, when you signed your name you signed away your happiness. The light had gone out in your soul. 

“Yes dear.”

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Two years into your marriage felt like a decade. Every day was the same: wake up, make breakfast, see James off to work, clean, shower and look pretty for James, cook dinner, welcome James home, eat dinner and ask James about his day, have sex, and go to sleep. The sex at first was painful and he was never gentle. He was never lovey dovey, never brought flowers, just wanted a one-sided relationship. 

You always went to visit his family and friends on holidays or you hosted his family and friends at your house. You hadn’t seen your family and, even though you hated your dad and never really talked with your stepmom and brothers, you missed them for the similarity. You were missing your brothers growing up, one was three when you left the other was six. You asked once to see your sisters and James merely shrugged it off. “You would only bother them” he reasoned, “They’re busy running a household like you. They don’t have time for useless small talk.”

Today it wasn’t your alarm that woke you up. It was the vomit that was rising in your stomach, pushing its way out of your mouth. You ran to your bathroom and puked in the toilet. You continued gagging and dry heaving when everything was out of your tummy. James walked in rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“N-nothing, dear. I’m sorry for waking you.”

James shook his head and walked closer to you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I think I just ate something.”

James frowned. “We eat the same thing, have for years. You always skip lunch because it ruins your appetite for dinner. I’m not feeling sick.” His lips showed signs of cracking a smile as he bit his finger, pretending to ponder what could be going on.

You knew what he meant. It had been two years of sensless fucking. Like you had held out on marriage your body had held out on pregnancy, but just like your marriage to james, your body had come to a point that it could no longer fight. 

James opened up the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out a pink box. He reached in and pulled out to reveal two white sticks. He handed them to you. “Take them.”

You reached out and took the sticks, starting to pull your pants down so you could pee. Thirty minutes later, James’ phone timer rang and he looked at the sticks. His face scrunched as pure joy took over his features. He held the sticks out to you. “We’re pregnant!”

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You had just gotten done with your baby shower and you were now sitting down for a break before you would get up and start cleaning. You rubbed your sore back and nine month old belly. Baby boy was bigger than normal, James said it was because of his special genes. James was saying bye to his best friend, Steve, before he shut the door and turned to you. Of course, nobody you were close with was at the party, just James’ family and close friends. He did say he had phones your father to tell him the news, but he failed to send even a card. You had grown to not expect much or feel sad for the neglect you got emotionally from your husband or your father. 

James made his way to you, he was still smiling. “Not much longer, doll. We’ll be meeting this big guy any day now.” He rubbed your belly before grabbing your hand, pulling you up to stand despite your pain. “Dance with me.” You both danced to music that wasn’t playing and you felt your son kick. You smiled, the light you thought you’d lost was slowly lighting again. 

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The contractions were horrible. Nothing you had ever felt before. You were screaming and clutching James’ hand as you were being wheeled into the hospital room. Nurses and doctors poked and prodded at your skin, asking you questions you weren’t capable of answering due to the immense pain you were feeling. Your legs were propped up and James moved closer to you, still holding your hand. The doctor came to stand between your legs before sitting in a chair. He nodded to James while you sobbed out as a new wave of pain washed over you. “Alright, Mrs. Barnes, push.”

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Your schedule was thrown off balance a bit, you had a newborn now. You still did the majority of the things the same, wake up, make breakfast, get James Jr, or Bucky as a nickname, and feed him, see James off to work, clean up, bathe and dress Bucky, clean and dress yourself up, make lunch because it was important for breastfeeding now, walk around to settle Bucky for a nap, cook dinner, greet James, feed Bucky, get him ready for bed, have sex with James, and sleep yourself. 

You loved your son unconditionally, he slept in the crib next to you and James’ bed for now. “Easier access” James had said. You didn’t mind, you were closer with the love of your life. 

James held your wrists in one hand as he thrusted into you, his hips crushing into yours at fast and hard rhythm that was sure to leave bruises. His moans and skin slapping skin was the only thing you could hear in the room, Bucky was sleeping soundly. 

“Fuck, your pussy is so good for me. Still so tight, even after Bucky. Shit I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up so you can give me a girl. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, James.”

“Mmm, good girl. My good girl.” James finished inside you, grunting in the process. He rolled over and released a long breath. “You’re such a good mom, doll. Such a good wife.” He sleepily rambled. You hummed in response and rolled over to face Bucky, watching as his tiny hands scrunched into fists and his steady breaths caused his chest to rise and fall. His light blue and grey onesie and matching hat barely fit, he was growing faster than you thought any baby did. You’d ask James to buy more soon. Maybe he would let you go too, picking out baby clothes for your son would make you so happy. You’d work towards it, make James’ favorite meal and might even throw in a few blowjobs. 

Bucky’s face started to contort and he soon started to fuss, his pacifier falling out of his mouth. You looked at the time and knew it was time for his feeding. He ate a lot but that’s just what a growing boy like him needed, plenty of food. You picked him up before he could wake James and guided him to your nipple. He stopped crying and started sucking, looking at you with big blue eyes like his father. You let you fist wrap around your finger as you slightly rocked and quietly hummed. Bucky was the light you needed in your life. He made your soul glow again, and he gave you hope for the future. Hidden in the dressure was money you were slowly stealing from James. Five dollars here, another ten there. By this time next year you’d have enough money to leave with your son Bucky. You’d leave with your sisters to live in a house Anne had found in Germany. 

Bucky let go of your breast and cooed. He looked at you with sleepy eyes as he let out a small yawn. You smiled. “With every heartbeat I have left, I will defend your last breath.” You promised your son. He was the light, and you felt you could sleep peacefully at last knowing he was right there with you.

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Extra Credit (DC TV)

So that one post got surprising responses (that is- any).  Hope this is everything people were expecting it to be.

Title: Extra Credit Fandom: DC TV Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1743 Characters: Len, Mick Summary: Leonard tries to negotiate a better grade with his distractingly sexy teacher. It wasn't Leonard's style of bar in the slightest- overpriced, music a little too melancholy, lighting trying too hard to mimic jazz lounges from period movies and the patrons either overly put together or too exhausted to care. On the plus side, those were also the same reasons why no students came in despite its proximity to the local college. That, in turn, was why the teachers from said college came here, for alcohol or company. And, just as Leonard was hoping, there was the man he was looking for: Mick Rory, professor of physical chemistry and current ban of Leonard's existence. Not only was his scholarship in jeopardy due to his grade in that class, his grade was so bad solely because Rory was so... distracting. Leonard wasn't certain why he was so captivated by the man, more awkward looking than conventionally handsome with his large, thick glasses that even hipsters would avoid and tweed suits that looked cut in the 70's. But bad suits couldn't hide the breadth of Rory's shoulders and the glasses didn't obscure the warmth in Rory's face when he actually smiled. Not to mention, when Rory got worked up teaching, he had a tendency to throw off his jacket- and Leonard had not ever thought suspenders attractive until that semester -and roll up his sleeves, revealing thickly corded forearms. Plus the hilarious and biting retorts he made when a student was being deliberately obtuse or disruptive. Leonard really couldn't find himself at fault for spending more time fantasizing about how those big hands would feel on his skin than on any lecture.

Leonard took a moment to wipe his hands against his thighs and take a deep breath, heart beating incessantly fast at what he was about to do. It was hardly his first seduction, nor his first attempt in a public venue but he'd never done this particular scenario before. A few- mostly solitary -people looked up at his entrance but there wasn't a spark of recognition in any of them. Good, the last thing he wanted was for someone to make this awkward.

He went up to the bar like there wasn't an ulterior motive going through his head and ordered a rum and coke, passively noting a few people checking him out, sizing him up in a silk collared shirt that billowed slightly and dark jeans that clung tight. Despite his overt disregard, the interest was welcomed- Leonard knew that he was desirable but it was a nice boost to his self-confidence. When Leonard turned to make his way to the professor's table, he caught the older man turning away very quickly, as if he'd been doing something he hadn't wanted Leonard to notice. Leonard grinned to himself. Chances that this encounter may end up just as he'd been hoping shot up. Leonard sauntered up to Rory's table, keeping the slight curve of a smile on his lips, just waiting for the professor to realize he couldn't ignore the fact one of his students was coming right up to him. "Professor," Leonard said just short of a purr, helping himself to a seat just a hair too close to be proper. "I'm glad I found you, I'm afraid I'm having a bit of a problem with your class." "Your grades make that obvious enough," came the gruff reply. That deep voice had been the first thing to sufficiently distract Leonard from the class. How could he possibly pay attention to what Rory was saying when all he wanted to do was taste the words that rumbled out of his throat? "I was hoping you could spare some after hours time to help me out." Rory gave him a flat look. "It's a little after after hours." Leonard just smiled, determined to see this through. He ran a finger around the rim of his glass, his rings drawing Rory's attention- Leonard had long since noticed the man seemed to have a fascination with fine hands and, vain though it might sound, Leonard was aware he had some very fine hands. "I try at regular hours but there's always a line. Either you're a very popular man or you enjoy students throwing themselves at your mercy." He lifted his hand up, proud to see Rory's eyes follow, and ran his finger over his lower lip. Rory jerked- caught watching -and slouched like he was trying to hide behind his glasses. "Are you sure you don't have time for me to do the latter? I'll beg." To his delight, Rory seemed to flush. "If you're trying to get me to do something inappropriate-" "What's inappropriate about a student willing to do anything for extra credit? Or perhaps private tutelage?" Leonard ran his foot along the length of Rory's leg. He jerked again, pushing himself upright in his seat once more. "Snart." "Yes, Professor?" Leonard asked innocently, taking a long drink while his gaze remained intent on Rory. Rory rallied his gruffness admirably to say, "I said on the first day of class I don't just give out extra credit." "I promise you," Leonard leaned in, close enough their knees brushed together, "my efforts will be worth it." Rory shifted a bit though not enough to break contact with Leonard, "Why are struggling? I've seen your transcript-" "Are you allowed to do that?" Leonard asked mildly. "-and my class is the only one you've ever had problems in." Rory crossed his arms, not quite looking stern enough to cover the spark of uncertainty in his eyes. "Is there a problem with my style of teaching?" "Yes, actually," Leonard's heart beat double time, throwing himself into this headlong. "I'm too busy wondering what your cock tastes like to pay attention." Rory, caught in the middle of a drink, choked. "What?" Leonard gave into the urge to flatten the wayward corner of Rory's collar. "There's no way I can believe you've never been propositioned before. Intelligent, passionate- and don't think I haven't noticed all that muscle on your arms." Rory drew back, spluttering so much Leonard was tempted to put his hand on the other man's thigh, just to see how flustered he'd get the higher Leonard dragged his hand. "That- I can't- you're a student! My student!" "Thank you for noticing," Leonard drawled. "But I'm hardly some near-underage co-ed, fresh-faced to the world." There was no point hiding his... troubled background if Rory really had looked at his transcript. "No," the man agreed, and he might have been convincingly affronted by this if his eyes weren't blown black and he wasn't looking at Leonard with a new, electric intensity, "you're something of a bad boy." Leonard leaned forward, finger skimming over the lapel of Rory's jacket. "You have a thing for naughty students," he grabbed Rory's tie and pulled, lightly, but Rory followed all the same, "Professor?" "I'm not exactly a saint," he rumbled, sending another shiver down Leonard's back. Leonard licked his lips, mouth gone dry as he battled the urge to lean in further for a taste. "My place is nearby," he said, his mostly untouched drink forgotten at his elbow, "in case you want to discuss the best way to improve my grade in private." Rory downed his drink, still close enough his tie hadn't slipped out of Leonard's loose grip. "Alright." Leonard's 'place' was actually a motel a couple blocks over but Rory didn't care, more interested in pressing Leonard up against the wall just inside the door, those big hands on Leonard's waist and tongue delving in his mouth. When they parted, Rory tilted his head down slightly, tracing a finger across the loops of black leather and silver around Leonard's neck. "Did you get all dolled up for me?" "Told you," he said, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, smirk widening as Rory groaned at the exposed skin, "I'll put in every effort for you." Rory caught him up in another kiss, hard and demanding with just an edge of sweetness- the way Leonard liked it best and he wrapped his arms around Rory's shoulders, humming in approval. He pushed Rory's jacket off, hands sliding down his chest to tug the tie loose. He pulled back so he could focus on opening Rory's shirt, tilting his head to let the professor occupy himself on Leonard's neck. Leonard carefully pulled the shirt off while leaving the suspenders up- he was stupidly infatuated with them -and sucked in a breath. "Fuck," he palmed at Rory's body, hard muscle under a layer of softness, "it should be a crime to be hiding something like this." "You trying to flatter your way to a B?" "I am quite proficient with B's." Rory pulled back with a snarl that made Leonard snicker, "I can still walk out." "But you wouldn't really want to." "Smart ass punk." His ire quickly melted as Leonard leaned in for another kiss, slower, deeper, shifting so he could draw Rory further into the room. Bands of light from a nearby neon sign snuck in through the drawn blinds giving them both just enough to see by as Leonard pushed Rory onto the bed, pausing to admire the flush and swollen lips and half naked body. Leonard reached for the glasses and pulled them off. His cock twitched. Oh yes, the man looked much, much better without them. "This is ridiculous- you can't actually think I look good dressed like an idiot." Mick drawled, voice sharper and rougher than he'd been using all night. Len smirked, happily surprised that his partner had stuck to character for so long. "Not at all," Len agreed, dropping his own character. "But you know how much I enjoy it when you do what I tell you." "Still can't believe this is a kink of yours." "Not exactly, but any excuse to get you in a suit." "This suit? I look like a photo of someone's granddad going to prom while you look like sex on legs." Mick scowled. "Can't believe you fucking made me go out in public like this." As ridiculous as the whole thing made Len feel, the fact Mick had willingly gone out in public like that purely because Len wanted him to made it all the hotter. "I'll make it up to you." "Damn right you will. First," he palmed Len's head, guiding him down to where his cock was straining against his trousers, "let's see how you do with that extra credit."