#don hall is the love of my fucking life he is so babygirl to me

[daedalusdavinci]

jason tell me about dove for that ask meme. because i lvoe him too. i miss him :(

well. i asked for this.

hi guys welcome to my batman blog where today im going to be talking about niche silver age dc character that absolutely no one gives a shit about but me: don hall! i read all of his comics in the span of like two days and i havent stopped crying about him since

send me a character and ill tell you...

- What made me like them in the first place

pictured: the precise moment i fell head over heels in love w don. he is just so..... yknow??? hes just such a kind fucking person and i love him so much

- Who I ship them with

no one </3 he literally doesnt talk to anyone long enough. if i shipped him w anyone it would probably be lilith tho they were kind of cute in that single fucking panel lol

- Random headcanon I have about them

he taught an art class he MUST paint i refuse to believe anything else hes definitely an art boy <3

- My favorite moment of theirs

see the above panel but also when he fuckin.g embarrassed himself in front of the girl he lieks and teargassed a bunch of cops and then tripped chasing after a criminal and got called a crybaby and then the comic just ENDED LIKE THAT. dons horrible no good very bad day alkjsndfssdf hes such a loser i love him so much

- Plotline/story I want to happen

if dc hadnt been a bunch of cowardly losers they could have leaned more into dons investigative tendencies and the way he talks to victims about what happened which would have been rad as fuck, just btw. also i wish there had been MORE comics w don and hank working w the teen titans. yes we had a few but what about more. i want don to have friends. fuck you dc

- Any issues or insecurities I think they have

that boy should be more insecure than he is bc wow. he is jsut the biggest loser. i think hes obviously insecure about a lot of things bc hank only picks on him all the time (and he picks back! iconic.)

- Favorite quote

see the above panel (again), but also i think its really funny when he snips at hank, and you KNOW i love all his panels where he defends his pacifism. hes so iconic

- Kiss, marry, hug, or kill

i am kissing him right on the mouth hes so <33333

- Random thing that reminds me of them

just really predictable shit. but yknow i promise you every time i think about the teen titans my brain is always gonna jump straight to him, and thats probably not the case for most people

- Any talents I think they might have

well he knew enough about art to teach a class and apparently hes a pretty good swimmer. i feel like hed probably be good at other things hank would think r super lame, like sewing

- On a rate from 1 to 10 how much I love them

10/10 hes so <33333

- What I think about their family

hank can go fuck himself <3 their dad makes for an interesting contrast to the two of them but i wish both of their parents had gotten the chance to be expanded on more. tragedy of all times

- Who I think should be their bff

i really would have liked to see don and hank become better friends w the other titans who were sidelined, like lilith, and mel. id kill for that actually.

- What animal they would be

.............................i dont need to answer this question

- Three songs that remind me of them

no <3

- Favorite episode/issue/thing centered around them

definitely the cringefail comic where he just fucked up absolutely everything but im also really fond of the hawk and the dove #2

- How badly they need hugs

so badly.

- Favorite thing about their personality

i love that hes every bit as headstrong and snippy as hank is, even tho hes a pacifist. like, yeah, he doesnt believe in violence, but he still gets pissed as hell all the time, and thats so fucking real tbh. ik part of the juxtaposition is bc dc wanted him to seem wimpy and cowardly but it is really fun to see him get humiliated and then STILL whip around and call hank a neanderthal like alsjdlfsndsdfnjsf

- Favorite thing about their appearance

sobbing. crying. hes so cute i love when they give him curls

the dove costume is BUTT UGLY but i do like the color scheme

- Why I love them so much

he had so much potential. it wouldve been so fascinating to see how dc handled a superhero who was a pacifist and believed strongly in criminal reform and peace. dc tried so hard to make him seem weak and unmanly that they would up creating a guy who didnt fit into the usual hypermasculine superhero archetype and that was just. fascinating, honestly. refreshing. i also just loooove a good angry leftist so you know me. hes just. SUCH a cringefail losergirl its impossible not to fall madly in love w him im going to be mourning what could have been for the rest of my fucking life

[ofstarsandvibranium]

The Lecture

Fandom: Marvel (Professor AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: You’ve noticed the professor you TA for has been a bit tense lately, so you figured out something that could help him let loose a bit. 

Warning: smut - blowjob, semi-public, talks of psychology - i legit took out my old research methods of psych notes for this. haha

A/N: part of the Work Ethic AU

You’ve noticed these past two weeks how stressed Bucky’s been. Next week is midterms week so he’s been cramming to finish up lectures and complete the final exam, whilst also grading his classes’ drafts for their research papers. Luckily, you were there to lighten the load, but you also felt bad. With all the grading and lecture prep, you and Bucky haven’t had a very active sex life, preferring to put your jobs first. But now you see how much of a toll that’s taking on Bucky. 

Your lives were so busy, you couldn’t even get a quickie in. You had to admit you were a bit frustrated, but you understood the circumstances. But it seemed like Bucky needed this. So, as you’re hiding under his usual podium where he lecture, you’re hoping he’d be okay with what you’re about to do.

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Bucky walks into the lecture hall donning his usual sweater, tie, and glasses. He sets his satchel onto the table beside the podium, pulling out his lecture notes as well as plugging his flash drive into the computer. When he pulls up today’s lesson and then moves to the podium, clicker and notes in hand. On the podium, there’s a note from you with an arrow pointing down and a message saying: Just go about lecture. I’ll take care of the rest. -Y/N

His brows furrow in confusion and then he jolts when he feels a hand cup his crotch. He looks down and you peek your head from behind the curtain of the podium. You give him a wink that immediately sends jolts down his body and to his cock. He smirks and thinks to himself, Naughty girl.

As soon as the clock hits ten, Bucky clears his throat and the class falls into silence. He presses ‘next’ on his clicker and the first slide appears, giving short bullet points that students begin to write down as he starts his lecture. 

“So we left off at the beginning of ethics. Reminder, ethics are behaviors that are guided by the sense of right and wrong. In our case, they are the set of rules that psychologists follow as to how to and not to treat the participants in their research.”

He changed the slide and continued on, “The Nuremberg Code are the set of research ethics principles that came as a result of the human experimentation of POWs b-” he chokes a bit when he feels your hand slip into his slacks pull out his semi-hard cock,” b-by the Nazis. There are the APA Ethical Principles and the ten specific ethical standards that will be on the final and I expect you to know all of them.” 

He takes a deep breath as your hand begins to pump his length. He clears his throat and moves his notes around to try to keep himself grounded. God, this was so risky. You’re pleasing him in front of fifty plus students and they don’t even know. The thought was so anxiety inducing yet so arousing. Bucky never thought he’d so something as risky as this, but then again, he can never say no to you. He was wrapped around your finger. 

He clears his throat and continues, stumbling over his words a bit, “T-The Belmont Report is one that concerns the ethics and care in research. It contains three principles, can anyone tell me what those principles are?”

A few students raise their hands and Bucky immediately picks on MJ, because he knows she’ll talk for a good minute or two, “Go ahead, MJ.”

She begins to speak, but Bucky’s ears are ringing as he feels your tongue give kitten licks to his now leaking tip. He nods his head, appearing to MJ and the class that what she’s saying is right. He knows she is, she’s one of the smartest in his class. 

“Good. G-Good. Continue,” he says. 

You take that as the ‘okay’ for you to lower your mouth fully down his length. Both of Bucky’s hands are white knuckling the podium because he knows that if he got a hold of you, he’d stuff his cock down your throat, hearing the beautiful sounds of you gagging, but he can’t have that right now, can he? So he has to refrain himself. 

MJ finishes and Bucky gives a strained, grateful smile, “Good. Right, MJ. So now that we have all of that, we can work on review. Starting way back in-” Bucky lets out a cough because he’s hit the back of your throat and the heat and wetness of your mouth just feels so fucking good. He’s trying to cover up his moans. Beads of sweat are starting to form on his face and he’s sure he’s looking a bit red. 

You lean forward, taking all of him in your mouth, your nose hitting the underside of his rounding belly. He takes a sharp intake of breath, the exhale being loud and ragged. 

“Y-You’ll have to excuse me, I-I’m not feeling all that well today.” he apologizes to his class.

One of his students, Flash, hollers from the top of the seating, “Maybe you should end class early!” 

The class, as well as Bucky, chuckle, “You’re not getting out of this Flash. You guys need to review. This midterm is a large portion of your overall grade.” he clears his throat again and clicks next on his slideshow, pulling up the notes from the very first lecture. 

While going over the review, you continue to pump, suck, and lick Bucky’s cock. You do your best to drive him to the edge, loving how he’s starting to lose control over himself. You smirk to yourself when you he starts to rock his hips back and forth into your mouth. You hope it doesn’t appear too obvious to the class, but then again, you figured they’re too busy trying to write down everything that Bucky is saying. 

You pull his balls, and begin licking and sucking on them, while your hand his pumping up and down his length. You bite your lip to stop you from giggling to yourself when you hear Bucky let out a quite, “Fuck, baby,” under his breath. You could tell he was close. 

But class wasn’t close to being over and you didn’t want to stay there in your little hide away doing nothing, so you begin to slow your movements. Bucky brings down a hand, rolled up in a tight fist, showing his frustration. You’ll probably be getting quite the punishment later. 

Your strokes of his cock are now agonizingly slow. Bucky much preferred when you were pumping him fast and hard, your mouth sucking at his tip. Now you were just torturing him and it wasn’t fair. 

Fuck, he’s going to have some sweet, sweet payback when all of this is over. 

He rolls his neck and lets out a deep breath. Just focus on the lecture, Barnes. Don’t pay her any mind. 

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You had to give Bucky credit. He was a real champ, taking in all the edging you were giving him. Every time he’s was near the brink of an orgasm, you’d pull away and slowing your motions. But now this was it. There was five minutes until class was over and Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. 

“A-Alright, guys. You were great today. Go ahead and leave early.” as soon as those words were said, his students quickly packed up their things and headed out the door. He mentally cursed the few students that stayed back to speak with him because now you were really bobbing your head up and down his length. 

With urgency, his answers were quick and short, but still polite so he didn’t appear rude to the students. Once the last student was out the door, Bucky let out a deep groan, “God fucking-shit!” he let his head hang back as your mouth and hands worked on his cock. 

“Come on, babygirl, you’ve tortured me long enough. Lemme cum on that pretty face of yours.” you pull your mouth away, a string of drool falling from you mouth. 

Bucky’s own hand wrapped around his cock as he started to jerk himself, “Mouth open for me, my darling girl. Oh fuck!” he hunches over the podium other hand gripping the edge while he finally cums. Ribbons and spurts of his seed fall onto your mouth and face, ever flowing out of his cock. It’s a big load, just as you expected. 

He lets out a loud groan, his head resting on the podium as he lets go of his now softening length, “God dammit, Y/N.”

You giggle as you tuck him back into his pants, and crawl out from your hiding space. You let out a groan of discomfort. Your legs feeling sore and numb. 

Bucky moans when he sees the mess he’s left on your face, “Jesus fucking Christ, baby.”

You reach into his pocket and pull out the handkerchief you know he always carries and you wipe your face, “Feel better?”

He lets out a chuckle, “After you tortured me for an hour and ten minutes? Hell yeah. But what was that for?”

“We’ve both been so busy with getting ready for midterms, we haven’t had sex or anything. And I’ve noticed how tense you’ve been, so I thought maybe a good orgasm would help you out.”

He snorted and shook his head, “Well, despite the edging, I do feel less tense. But shit, sweetheart, that was risky,” he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, “And that shit wasn’t cute that you pulled.”

You smirk at your professor, your man, “You gonna punish me, professor?”

“Damn right, princess.”

“But you don’t have time,” you quipped, “You still have to finish making the midterm and looking over the drafts-”

“I’ll fucking make time,” he growls, quickly gathering your things and dragging you out of the lecture hall after making sure the coast was clear. 

You think that that lecture went very well. 

[queeniewritesce]

Shall We Dance 1/?

Chris Evans rolled out of his bed and ran a hand down his face, scrubbing the last remaining traces of sleep. It was good to be home even if his break was coming to an end after forty-five days. Having wrapped up filming for Captain America: Civil War in late August, he had been happy to get some rest and visit his friends and family in Boston before heading down south to work on his next project, Gifted. He was looking forward to working with Octavia Spencer again and the script was solid, a good departure from the explosions and green screens this last few years provided.

Last night had been his last full night at home and Chris and some of his friends went to Mccreedy’s Pub for beers and pool. He arrived home around four A.M, his pockets lighter and highly drunk.

He groggily made his way to the bathroom of his en-suite, bending down to grab his checkered boxers from the floor. After relieving himself he looked himself in the mirror while washing his hands and face. Yes, it was good to be home, no fake fights to learn, no need for a daily shave and no places he had to b...

“SHIT!” His voice was loud, and it echoed in the empty bathroom. “Shit, shit, shit...”

He raced back to his bedroom and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The black and white Patriots logo blinked to life and right above it the clock read eleven fifty-two A.M. Groaning, he sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled his contacts app, quickly dialing finding and dialing the number he was looking for.

The call connected after three rings and before he was able to say anything the sound of giggling and laughter reached his ears. He was missing a great time with his friends judging by the background noise.

“…and you’re a crazy woman! Your danger Will Robson button must’ve broken when you’re born!” came Garret’s voice on the phone followed by more laughter. “Chris my man you’re fucking late!” Chris heard a feminine voice saying ‘Fuck you Gar’ on the background followed by “Silence woman, I’m on the phone!” from Garret.

“Yeah, ‘bout that…” Chris could hear the stadium music playing, welcoming everyone to the Gillet Stadium, home of the New England Patriots. “I’ll probably won’t make it today bro, I just woke up and I feel like someone drove a tank over my head.”

“You sound like crap as well bro…” Garret sighed on the phone. “Listen, you want us to leave? It’s not fair that we’re using your suite and you won’t even be here.”

Chris felt like a jackass, Garret had come up to him a few days after he had been home and asked if Chris would be okay with him borrowing his suite at Gillet Stadium and taking a few friends to watch the Pats play. It would be Garret’s girlfriend’s birthday on the 31st and the game was the start of one long birthday weekend culminating with a special Halloween party.

“NO, no, come on man, I’d never make you leave!” He groaned when he got up, pacing the room. “We’ve made these plans like a month ago, it’s part of Penny’s birthday celebration and you shouldn’t have to halt your plans because I fucked up. I’ll let the suits known I won’t be in but you’ll stay put and enjoy the game, ok?”

He leaned on the window pane with his right arm, soaking up the sun and watching life go by on the streets below his old townhouse. He had purchased the house in late March and there was still so much to do to restore the house to his former 1900 glory. It excited and terrified him, but Chris was adamant he would do the renovations himself.

“You sure you can’t swing by halftime? We’re gonna kill some Delphinus ass and you’re root to watch the game with.”

Chris could hear Guillermo in the background screaming ‘kill the fish, kill the fish’ while the same woman's voice from before laughed and corrected him saying dolphins were mammals and calling him a dumbass. She had a hearty laugh, loud enough to be heard through the phone call but not high-pitched and he could’ve sworn he heard her snort during his conversation with Garret. Adorable... the thought crossed his mind for a second.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. I’ll just take some Advil and go back to bed, commiserate over my own drunk ass. My flight is at nine P.M. and I really don’t want to flight while hangover and football is only football when there’s beer involved. Put Penny on the phone though, I wanna wish my future wife a Happy Birthday.” Chris laughed knowing he’d get a rise out of his friend.

“Fuck you, Evans, she’d never leave my ass for yours, you’re too pretty for a man, she likes them rough and…“ Garret was interrupted by what Chris deduced was an elbow to his side.

“I actually like my man without a potty mouth, Mr. Haywood… Hey Chris! Thank you so much for the surprise!” Penny sweet voice came through the speaker.

“Well babygirl, then I’m definitely not the man for you, am I?” Chris laughed with Penny. “Listen, I’m sorry I can’t make it today, I have no excuses but I’m a drunken fool.”

“Yes, yes you are!” she laughed before getting serious, her nurse voice on “Are you drinking plenty of water? Have you taken some ibuprofen? Order some greasy food and try not to stay on your bed all day, alright?”

“Yes Nurse Seabrook, no Nurse Seabrook.” He chuckled and made the way to the kitchen to find the Advil bottle. Penny was a nurse at Christopher’s Haven and had met Garret when both Chris and his friend had gone for a visit. Garret left saying she would be his girl one day and true to his world he had won her over not a month later. That was two years ago and Chris was sure a proposal wasn’t far off in the distance. She made his best friend happy and for that he loved her.

“Oh, shut up with the Nurse Seabrook nonsense would ya? I’m just sad you won’t get to meet my sister, she flew in last night and I was looking forward to introducing you two.” Penny said while he opened the bottle and got two pills.

“Are you trying to set me up with your sister, Penny?” he opened a cabinet door and got a glass.

“I do not set people up Christopher, I find pieces of a puzzle that are supposed to go together and let destiny take its course.” She giggled. Yeah, she was totally trying to set them up.

“You’re something else Penny!” he sighed after drinking a full glass of water. “Listen I gotta try and get some more sleep, but happy birthday you little cupid, I hope it’s a great one. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, and I promise to make it up to you somehow.”

“There’s no need to make it up to me, dear. You’re a great friend and a busy man. We’ll see you when you’re back ok?”

“I love you both very much, I’ll call you when I have a chance.” Chris made his way back to his bedroom, closing the blackout curtains and sliding into his bed before disconnecting the call.

His dreams were discombobulated images of football, his friends and a laugh that he couldn’t place a face to, but warmed him whenever he heard it.

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Chris looked back to the stadium and he could see people filling the seats around the suites. A soundproof glass kept the noise at a normal level inside his, but the excitement was palpable. Families donned Patriots jerseys and Santa hats, the jumbotron showed a man dressing head to toe like a giant Christmas’ tree and then the image changed to a couple of girls dressed like sexy elves. Man, they must be freezing in this weather… It was December 20th and the temperature had dropped dramatically the night before, right now it was 26° but the weatherman talked about it getting as low as 15° during the game.

He was glad he had purchased a season suite. It wasn’t cheap but it was heated, had leather seats in the inside area, four HD TVs playing the other games of the day as well as the one being played on the field below and it came with their personal bar down the hall, tucked away from the crowd. Chris wasn’t against meeting fans and taking pictures, but sometimes he just wanted to have fun with his friends, let his guard down and enjoy himself.

Some of his drinking buddies were already there, a beer bottle on their hands and talking shit about a lot of things.

“Chris, thanks again for the invite brother, it’s not every day you get to watch the Pats kick some Titan’ ass from the 50-yard line,” Samuel said while raising his beer bottle in a salut.

“Here, here, let’s hope they freeze on their socks. Tennessee might be cold, but this Foxborough man! It’s our territory.” Another man, Dix, clinked his bottle to the first ones and they drank, Chris, following with their own salut and drink.

He turned his attention to the door when it opened, revealing Guillermo and his girlfriend Dora, Garret, and Penny. She had her head turned back and was speaking with someone just outside the door.

“I know right, she looked like you pissed on her Cheerios, she was so mad!” Penny laughed while fully entering the room.

And then he heard it, the laugh that had accompanied his dreams those past two months got louder when it entered the room.

“It’s not my fault she’s wearing stilettos in this weather. It’s fucking freezing and she had on fifteen-inch hills, a dress, and no tights! Who does that for Pete’s sake? Anyway, if she had moved when I said excuse me she wouldn’t have gone down like a sack of potatoes. My ass needs space to move around, you know that!” the girl finished and closed the door behind her, already unbuttoning her jacket. “Gosh, so warm, I love this place, I really do.”

“Yeah, like your ass is really that big Lucy.” Penny also removed her jacket, taking both and handing them over to Garret. “CHRIS!”

Penny sauntered to Chris with open arms, her small frame easily being engulfed by his.

“Welcome back big shot, how’s my favorite Captain?” she said hugging him with all her might. Penny really gave the best hugs he thought while hugging her back.

“I’m the only Captain you know Pen, of course I’m your favorite!”

“Actually, you’re not, our brother JP is also a captain”, she shrugged and moved her eyes to Penny, a smirk on her lips “and I’m telling him you said that!”

“Lucy, don’t you dare!” Penny was smiling while hugging Chris sideways. “Ok, so you’re my favorite fake Captain, JP is my favorite real Captain. How’s that?” she showed her tongue to Lucy before remembering that introductions were in other. “Chris this is my big sister and an even bigger pain in the ass, Lucy Seabrook. BabyBoo, this is the dorkiest man on earth, Chris Evans.”

In the few seconds that it took for Lucy to walk the three steps between them, Chris finally took a good look at the girl. Around 5’4”, she had a full hourglass figure, bigger than what usually attracted him but something about her called to him. A round face with amazing green eyes stared back at him, her full, kissable lips on display sporting a reddish-pink hue. Her red hair had shades going from strawberry blond to mahogany, but the main portion was a deep burnt orange, reaching past her waist and brushing the top of her ass cheeks. While her breasts looked gorgeous on that sweater, he had always been an ass man. And what a great ass that was, all round and perky. His cock twitched at the thoughts running through his mind.

She had dimples when she smiled and he caught himself smiling back with the same intensity, before enveloping her small hands with his.

‘I guess when people talk about feeling a shock going thru them when they meet someone they click with, this is the feeling they’re talking about.’ Chris laughed to cover the shiver that ran through his body.

“Hi.”