#fuck drawing chairs all my homies hate drawing chairs.

[goozeghost]

Today I bring you: Gay people.

Tomorrow? Probably nothing. but if it's not nothing, it's probably gay people.

(lineart under the cut :) )

#booster gold #michael jon carter #blue beetle #ted kord #boostle #fuck drawing chairs all my homies hate drawing chairs. #these two are my current life blood i cant seem to escape them. maybe one day ill be Normal again. #i meant to draw a background with this but then i just DIdnt. so. dunno what happened there- #if i stare at this any longer im gonna implode.

[feral-dumbass]

Neon Angels on the Road to Ruin

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Steve Rogers / Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is on the phone with Steve when he decides he has to have you now. 

Includes: Exhibitionism (???), Polyamorous relationship, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Dom/ Sub undertones, Talk of oral, The stealth suit

Words: 2,008 

A/N: Hi! The only thing I love more than super soldiers is women in rock, so let’s pretend to be surprised that this my second fic with title credit to The Runaways. As always tagging the homies @babybluestan​ @gagmebucky​ @heresyoursnackdumbass​

LMK if you guys still want a tag list!

Masterlist

“Mhmm… Pfft, everyone knows to ambush at night. Where did these rookies come from?” Bucky speaks to Steve on the phone as he looks over reports. Steve was currently ranting about how quickly the mission with new recruits went south. Bucky wanted to be a good boyfriend and help Steve out as the reports started piling up. Man, is Bucky happy he’s helping Steve. Steve is making the recruits sound like dumbasses. It’s a shame Bucky will have to put them through the wringer come Monday. 

Bucky has had to reread Clint’s shitty sentence twice while Steve rants. He can feel his brain cells deteriorating as he tries to read the report. He’s passed multiple stick figure drawings and that was just the first page. 

Commotion from you allows Bucky to move his eyes away from the eyesore. You take a break from typing away on your computer to scratch your bare thigh. Even after you hand leaves the spot where the hem of Bucky’s t-shirt is touching your thigh, his eyes are boring holes into it. You’re sitting sideways in Steve’s reading chair, bare legs thrown over the armrest. Your soft, smooth legs shine under the light and Bucky’s hand twitches. He can practically feel your thighs underneath his hands as he spreads your legs. Not like he wasn’t just between them like an hour ago. 

Memories of you coming on his cock fill his brain as blood rushes south. He moves up to your face. You’re biting your lip in concentration as you type out a scientific article. They’re still slightly swollen from Bucky. It’s not Bucky’s fault you’re a really good kisser and he just wants to kiss you 24/7.

With the sight of the wide collar of his shirt displaying previous hickeys and little bit of your cleavage, Bucky’s ripping out a page of Clint’s report. It was shitty. Steve was gonna make him redo it anyways. He balls up the piece of paper and throws it at you as Steve continues his star spangled rant in his ear.

Everyone knows Bucky’s aim is good. He hits you right on your forehead with it. You turn to glare at him. As you blink slowly at him, he points down to his crotch. You scoff and laugh at him. Bucky moves and cups the phone away from his mouth. 

“Come hop on this dick.” Maybe Bucky said something wrong because you go back to your computer. “Please.” He tries giving his best puppy dog look, wide eyes and mouth turned into a pout. If it works on Steve, it should work on you.

“Oh my god,” Bucky‘s heart flutters as you laugh when you speak. ”I’m saving my work. Give me a minute.” 

“What was that, Buck?” Steve has stopped his rant to ask Bucky a question.

“Oh, she was just checking on the spelling of adamantium.” Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off you as you shut your laptop and stand up, putting the computer in your seat. You stretch out your arms and your underwear is on full display for him. 

“Oh,” is all Steve says before going back to his rant. You walk over to Bucky, hips swaying side to side. Bucky is hastily putting Steve on speaker and setting his phone on the mahogany desk. He takes your hand and pulls you on his lap. You throw your arms over Bucky’s shoulders and give him a sweet kiss as he rubs your back. His hand is slowly pushing up the shirt up your back so he can make more skin contact. 

“He’s really going on a rant, isn’t he?” You speak lowly and glance back at Bucky’s phone. Bucky takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to face him. 

“Ignore him.” Bucky kisses you senselessly. It doesn’t take him long to deepen the kiss, tongue swiping out to invade your mouth. You moan as his other hand moves to play with the hem of your panties. 

“You guys know I can hear you, right? You’re making out as I tell Bucky about the worst few days of my life. Unbelievable.” Bucky breaks away from you to reply and you trail after his lips. He smirks as he talks.

“ ‘M sorry, Stevie. You should see our sweet girl right now. Been walking around in my t-shirt with no pants for the past hour. All her hickeys are on display. She looks extra kissable too. Bet she’s even already wet, again, too. Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” Your eyes are stuck on Bucky’s lips, watching the way they move as he speaks. You nod. “Gotta speak up, babe. Stevie’s gotta hear too.”

“Y-yes. I’m wet. I think Bucky should feel for himself, though.” You grab his metal hand and slide it into the front of your underwear. Bucky reaches further down to where you ache for him.

At the feel of your sopping folds as he slides his fingers through the mess between your thighs, Bucky groans out. “She definitely wasn’t lying.” Bucky kneads your sex harder and your breath hitches. 

Steve inhales and exhales loudly through the phone. “I hate you. I hate you both. You’re killing me.” 

“What do you say doll? Want to kill him even more and let him hear me wreck that sweet pussy even more?” Butterflies rumble in your stomach. Even if Bucky wasn’t going to fuck yoou, you were going to ride his thigh. You find yourself nodding your head adamantly through the pleasure as Steve speaks. 

“I can’t believe I’m asking, but even more? What do you mean?” Steve’s brain is definitely fried from dealing with everyone’s bullshit.

“It was rare for me to be out of this tight, little cunt. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” As Bucky talks, he’s sliding his two of his fingers inside of you and finding those sensitive spots inside of you. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You whimper as he pumps his fingers expertly. Bucky isn’t lying. He’s fucked you until you’re overworked and sensitive. It doesn’t take much to start to feel the rise of your orgasm.  

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” His metal thumb circles your clit. “You gonna be a good slut and cum for me and Steve? You know what? Why don’t you ask Steve if you can cum?” 

“Steve, please. P-please, can I come?” No hesitation as you start to beg. 

“Let her cum, Buck.” Bucky doubles his effort, pumping his fingers at faster speed. You hold onto his bicep for dear life, nails digging crescent shapes as your muscles tense. You reach your peak.

“FUCK!” You curse in between breathy moans. Bucky lets you ride out your orgasm before he slips his fingers out of you and into his mouth. He takes his fingers out with a pop, loud enough for Steve to hear. 

“How does she taste?”

“Like fucking candy.” Steve is groaning and a door slamming in the background breaks the trance between you and Bucky. 

“I hope you guys are happy. I’m gonna jerk it out in a supply closet like some kind of creep because you two couldn’t wait twenty fucking minutes to stop fucking like bunnies.” 

“Well, you head the Captain. Let’s give him something good to listen to. C’mon and fuck me.” You look at Bucky expectantingly. 

“Fuck.” Bucky’s groaning as he sets you on your feet. Before you can blink, he’s yanking his shirt off you and standing up to his full height. You only have a few seconds to look up at him before he’s turning you around and picking you up by the waist to roughly place on Steve’s desk. Your feet barely graze the ground with your breasts against the cool wood. Bucky doesn’t make you wait for long. Before you can process it, Bucky is moving your underwear to the side and  sliding his cock into you.  You’ve had his cock enough this weekend. He doesn’t let you adjust just starts off at a brutal pace that’s already making you see stars. The smacking of your  skin echoes through the room. You have no doubt it carries through the phone.

“S-steve.” 

He moans at how wrecked you sound already. “Yeah, baby? Bucky making you feel good?”

“So good.” You whimper. Your back arches as you scramble to get a hold of the smooth surface of the desk. Bucky notices and takes your hand down to reach his thigh. Your fingers dig into his skin. You can feel his muscles contract underneath your fingertips as he thrusts into you. “So fucking good, Bucky.” Even with your ears ringing, you’re able to hear the tell tale signs of skin slapping skin on Steve’s line. Bucky is too focused on your praise to make fun of him for it, thrusting into you with vigor. He tugs on your hips so you’re hanging more off the table. You whimper out as Bucky reaches around you for your clit, rubbing in fast circles.

“Jesus Christ, you sound so pretty. I wish I was there.” 

“What would you do, Stevie?” Bucky pants as he speaks. “It sure would be great if you were here to take her mouth. The wet heat of her mouth is almost as good as her pussy. She can barely deepthroat your massive cock. It’d be a great show.” Bucky’s palm smacks down on your ass cheek. It’s almost as if he knows your mouth is watering at the thought. 

“Bucky!” Your hips buck at the stinging feeling  of metal.

“You’re the biggest fucking tease, Bucky. I should put your mouth to good use.” Bucky’s thrusts falter for a few seconds before his pace picks back up. Well, Bucky definitely wants his mouth used like a whore and you can’t really blame him. There’s something special in letting Captain America facefuck you, firm grip on the back of your head as he makes you take as much of his length as you can. 

The thought has your orgasm approaching quicker than you thought as drool starts to pool on the desk. The sight of your muscles tensing and the feel of your nails digging harder into his thigh has Bucky doubling his efforts, angling to hit your sensitive depths with every thrust and rubbing your clit even faster. 

“Cum for us. Remind Steve how pretty you sound when you cum.”  

“Cum for us, angel. Be a good girl.” 

With the sound of both of your boyfriends begging in low, deep voices for release, your orgasm overcomes you rather quickly. Your breathy moans fill the room as you pant. Your legs are so shaking so hard, Bucky has to make sure you don’t fall off the desk as he fucks you through your orgasm. You can barely make out Steve groaning into the phone as you moan out his name. 

When you manage to catch your breath over the oversensitivity Bucky is putting you through, a mischievous grin spreads across your face as he thrusts get sloppy. “You close, Bucky? I think you should ask Stevie if you can cum.”

“You heard the woman.” 

“Steve, I swear to fucking God if you don’t let me cum-”

“Nicer.” 

“Please, can I cum?”

“I think you know what I’m looking for, Bucky.”

“Please, can I cum, sir?” 

“See that wasn’t so hard. Go ahead.” With his permission, you can feel Bucky spill his warmth as you whimper. His groaning sends shivers down your spine as he roughly yanks your hips to meet cock in the last few thrusts. 

Everyone takes a few minutes to catch their breath before Steve is speaking out again. “The weirdest fucking part about this is that I haven’t had time to switch out of my stealth suit.” A moan slips out of your mouth on accident as you clench down on Bucky. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

“Did she just-”

“Yep.” 

“I want you both naked waiting for me on our bed. 15 minutes. Try not to fuck each others brains by then.” Steve abruptly hangs up after that leaving you and Bucky to scramble to the bedroom. 

#stand alone or part 1 out of 2? Im not sure yet #I do love me some poly relationships tho #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky/ reader #bucky barnes/ reader #bucky barnes/ you #bucky barnes/y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers/you #steve rogers/ reader #steve rogers/ y/n #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you x bucky barnes #steve rogers/ you/ bucky barnes #steve rogers x y/n x bucky barnes #steve rogers/ y/n/ bucky barnes

[giraffeter]

Regular Costco, Where All Your Dreams Come True

(Day 2 of @taakitzweek: Modern AU)

At this point, everyone knows to expect them.

Every other Saturday, the beardy old hippie dude comes to wander amiably through the aisles, stocking up on toilet paper and tube socks and frozen burritos, and every time, the twins come with him.

Kravitz assumes the hippie guy’s not really their dad, although he’s old enough to be. It’s hard to imagine that someone that short and round, with a nose like a tulip bulb, could produce two people as tall and lithe and effortlessly gorgeous as the twins. Still, they clearly belong to each other, and the hippie has no qualms about unleashing them on an unsuspecting big box store every other weekend.

The twins, gorging on free samples, heckling product demonstrations, rearranging the alphabet mugs to read EAT A BIG UN. The twins, racing the toy cars, building forts with the pillow displays, napping on the demo couches. Somehow, they manage to run right up to the line of behavior that would get them kicked out of the store, without ever quite stepping over (although most of the staff is pretty sure they walk out with their pockets full of stolen nail polish and batteries and lighters). The twins, beautiful, terrifying, crusty little gutterpunks, the coolest people Kravitz has ever seen in real life.

Everyone on the staff hates them.

This Saturday, when they roll in, Raven catches Kravitz’ eye and gives him a meaningful nod. Kravitz sighs, finishes up the order he’s bagging up, and nods back. It’s become unwritten store policy to assign someone to tail them through the store. “Great customer service,” Raven always says, “is the best deterrent. If you’re paying proper attention to your customers, they don’t have an opportunity to cause trouble.”

Kravitz just wishes Raven would assign someone else; someone like Davenport, who exudes authority, or Killian, who is, if nothing else, very scary. At the very least, someone who’s, like, an adult, not someone the twins’ age who would probably be in their class, if they went to school. But you don’t question Raven’s assignments, unless you want to be out in the rain doing cart roundup every night for the next month.

Customer service, he thinks. I can do this.

“Can I help you find anything?”

The twins are trying out the tester lipsticks. The girl turns to him, the fluorescent lights gleaming on the half-dozen silver rings in her ear. “Does this lipstick go with my jacket?”

She’s wearing a motorcycle jacket, covered in zippers and chains. The leather is a bright cherry red; the lipstick is a deeper blood-red.

“Um.” Kravitz was not prepared to give fashion advice, but what the hell. “It does, but you might want to go for one that has more of a blue undertone.”

She gives him an appraising look. “I’ll do that, thanks.”

“What about this one?” the boy asks, and when Kravitz turns to look he loses his breath. The boy’s lipstick is a shade of green so dark it’s almost black, a stark contrast to his golden skin. It should look terrible, it should completely wash him out, but instead it just makes him look alluring and alien, his eyes glittering, his mouth curving into a smile that seems to know all of Kravitz’s most depraved thoughts. Fuck.

“It’s...very nice,” he says in a strangled voice, mesmerized by the upward curve of the boy’s eyebrows.

“Thanks, homie,” the boy purrs.

“Excuse me,” a woman taps Kravitz on the shoulder. “Can you tell me where the lightbulbs are?”

By the time he gets her safely on her way to the home improvement section, the twins are gone. Great, Kravitz thinks. Two needles in a 150,000-square-foot haystack.

He’s not sure this is a good thing, but it proves relatively easy to track them down: follow the trail of disarray. He moves past home electronics, where everything with an alarm is going off at once; through baby clothes, where the signs for ‘Boys’ and ‘Girls’ have been taken down and hidden beneath a diaper display; and finally tracks them down in the toy department. The girl is reclined on a beanbag chair, surrounded by a crowd of stuffed animals, while the boy puts on a puppet show for her and the rest of the “audience.”

“Excuse me,” Kravitz says, then stops. What do you even say to this? “Did you...have any questions about the stuffed animals?”

“Oh hey,” the girl drawls. “Pull up a seat, the show’s about to start.”

“I’m going to have to ask you to clean this up,” Kravitz says with all the sternness he can muster.

The boy brandishes an octopus puppet at him. “Hey stud, what’s your name? I’m about to tentacle your dick.”

The girl shrieks with laughter.

“Hey, hey, hey!” the boy continues, walking toward him, punctuating each “hey” with a shake of the puppet. “I’m gonna get you into some tent porn, lemme get that name real quick so I know how to credit you, in my tentacle porn I’m about to make with you.”

Tentacle porn? Kravitz is so far out of his element, his element is like a tiny dot on the horizon right now. “My name’s Kravitz,” he says, because what else is there to say?

“I’m Taako,” the boy says brightly. He gestures at the puppet theater. “You know, from TV?”

A laugh bubbles up in Kravitz’s chest. He can’t help it. “Nice to meet you.”

The twins don’t seem inclined to acquiesce to authority, and Kravitz is all too aware of how tenuous that authority is - he’s not even a manager, he can’t even give someone a refund without someone signing off on it. It’s time to change tactics.

“Look,” he says, “I don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but you know I’m going to have to clean all this up if you don’t, right?”

The girl hauls herself to her feet. “Say no more, my dude.” The two of them gather up the animals and start returning them to the shelves. Kravitz hauls the puppet theater back to its correct aisle, and when he returns to thank them, they’re gone.

Kravitz checks home furnishings, where the twins have been known to put on fashion shows with curtains and rugs - no dice. He checks the garden center - no twins, but he does see the old hippie thoughtfully caressing a ficus tree. He’s on his way to check the food court when he sees a crowd gathering around a sample station, and his heart sinks like a stone.

Taako has commandeered the electric griddle. Instead of just heating up samples of the smoked sausage, he’s grabbed some other items from the grocery section, and has turned the sample station into an impromptu cooking demonstration.

Kravitz walks up and elbows Joaquin, who’s standing to one side with a bemused look on his face. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, hey,” whispers Joaquin. “I went on break, and when I came back this kid had taken over the station.”

“You could have kicked him out,” Kravitz whispers back.

“In front of all these customers? Look at them, they’re loving this!”

Kravitz looks at the crowd and realizes Joaquin is right; the little group is watching with avid interest as Taako cooks, and he has to admit: whatever Taako is cooking smells really good.

“You want to keep an eye on the tomato paste as it browns,” Taako is saying, “because if it burns, that’s going to add an acrid flavor. You just want it to get a little browned and nutty. Now we’re going to add in the canned tomatoes - “ he dumps in a can as he’s talking, “- and let that cook for a couple minutes. Give it a good stir to incorporate the tomato paste. That’s gonna get rid of that kinda tinny flavor.” An older man in the crowd nods vigorously; Taako points at him with his spatula. “This dude right here knows what I’m talkin’ about.” He winks at the crowd. “Now, if my lovely assistant Lup would hand me the plate of sausage…” the girl twin hands him a plate, turning a dazzling smile on the crowd, “we’re going to add that in. It’s time to…”

“SIZZLE IT UP!” the crowd yells, laughing and applauding.

I leave this guy alone for 20 minutes and he’s got his own cooking show, Kravitz thinks, mind reeling.

Taako wraps up his demonstration and hands out samples to his new fans. Kravitz notes how many of them grab packs of sausage from the display as they disperse; many of them head over to pick up some tomato paste as well.

“That was...quite something,” Kravitz says.

“Thanks, friendo, it’s all for the fans, you know?” Taako says with a lofty smile.

“I don’t suppose you’re planning to pay for those tomatoes you used?” Kravitz asks helplessly.

“Counterpoint,” replies Taako, “taste this.” He scoops up a spoonful of the sausage-tomato mixture and swoops it into Kravitz’s mouth. It’s warm and savory and surprisingly delicious, for Costco sample food. He makes eye contact with Taako as he draws the spoon out of his mouth, and is gratified to hear the other boy’s soft intake of breath.

They stare at each other for a long moment, not speaking. Finally, the girl - Lup - clears her throat exaggeratedly. Taako glares at her. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Lup says, her voice full of suppressed laughter. “Nothing at all.”

The old hippie wanders up, his cart overflowing with gardening supplies and granola bars. “You kids just about ready to go?” he asks amiably.

“Sure thing, Merle. See you later, Krav,” Lup says, surprising Kravitz by giving him a hug.

“Later, stud,” Taako grins, shooting him double finger-guns.

When Kravitz gets home that night, he realizes that $10 is missing from his wallet. In his place is a napkin with a phone number written on it, along with a note.

Call him. Don’t be a jackass.

XOXO Lup

Kravitz tucks the napkin in his dresser drawer and smiles to himself, thinking about puppets and tomato sauce and a green-lipped smile full of possibility.

#taakitzweek #taakitz week #taako #kravitz #chaos twins #modern au