Tryna study but puppy bucky brain rot :(.
how about leaving bucky adjusting to living with (bike riders) gale, bucky being excited and just taking every opportunity to be with him. gale teasing him calling him a lap dog. gale being used to his piece and quiet (hes not annoyed obviously but bucky might think he is). some reassurance fluff and maybe some oral cockwarming occurs... lalala
ughh more leaving!bikeriders au? yk how to rope me into brainrotting lol also puppy bucky brainrot is truly forever. there's no escape </3 nsfw + 1.5k words of pure drabble under the cut, ffs
john's so shy at first, so scared of intruding because he's anxious gale feels obligated to take him in out of guilt and out of worry about where john will stay if he doesn't, because they're really not in enough of a serious relationship to warrant moving in together at that point.
he's probably also got a lot of insecurities regarding stability and consistency in men from being raised by an angry, unpredictable father, and hasn't ever experienced home feeling like a safe place, as well as not having a lot of relationship experience in general, so it's a slow adjustment, and he always feels like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop, or for gale to get tired of him.
but slowly he starts to believe gale when he continuously and patiently assures him he wants him there, that he doesn't want him to go worrying about renting somewhere, he wants him to focus on college, he likes having him around, etc etc. gale is so sweet and patient with him, he knows he's just had his life uprooted and he knows he struggles with feeling wanted and feeling secure. he wants him to feel safe and comfortable and to be able to do well school, so he does everything he can to make sure it's a good environment, subtly establishing little routines that involve both of them so john can ease himself into some sort of stability.
once the reassurance and consistency really sink in with john, he gets to properly start enjoying the domesticity and comfort of living with gale, and then he is glued to gale's side, and he's so fascinated with how gale lives and what he gets up to when they aren't together. if gale's in the kitchen cooking, john is either right next to him 'helping', or he's sat at the table studying. if gale's on the couch watching tv, john is draped over his lap or curled up at his side. if gale's in the driveway working on his bike, john's laid out on the lawn with a book (though not much reading gets done because he can't stop staring and borderline drooling as he watches gale sweat in the sun.)
when gale's at work (thinking maybe his day job is something mechanic–adjacent? will sort all that stuff out eventually) and john's lecture ends before he gets home, john either ends up studying in gale's spot on the couch in one of gale's hoodies, or he raids the kitchen and attempts to cook them both dinner, giggling when gale gets home and finds him in the kitchen and wraps his arms around his waist from behind and calls him "my little housewife, hm?"
it's definitely an adjustment for gale too, not coming home from work to an empty house, not running on his own schedule, used to being a lone wolf, but he finds he really does like coming home to john. his quiet house feels alive, lived in for the first time, little pieces of john scattered around once john gets over the initial fear his home life has instilled in him of ever leaving the slightest bit of evidence that he even lives there.
of course there are points of contention occasionally, little bouts of bickering and angst, but they're almost always caused either by john pushing a bit too much when his brain urges him to self sabotage and 'prove' to himself that gale will snap at him/abandon him one day, or by gale not realizing he's being distant when he's stressed, or has said something in a thoughtless/blunt way. it's stuff they both work on together, and sometimes bad habits rear their heads, but it's nothing that communication can't fix.
and there are always... alternative methods of stress reduction they can turn to. gale's watching tv one evening and he can see john getting progressively more frustrated with whatever he's trying to study at the table, the telltale rapid bounce of his leg, chewing his lips to hell, cheek slumped into his hand. so he says john's name to get his attention, waits for him to look up and tells him "come sit, baby. take a break." and as if john can say no to that.
john crawls into his lap to straddle his thighs with a smile and a "this seat taken?" and gale watches him with amusement, can't help but laugh quietly at the way he makes himself right at home before gale can even respond, teases, "you think you're my lap dog, now?"
john hums like he has to contemplate it, hands resting on gale's shoulders, head tilted a little. says, "maybe. you gonna give me a bone?" with the cheekiest lopsided grin and a lazy roll of his hips, all proud of himself for his quip.
the smugness doesn't last long though, because gale has john lay down next to him, and slides down enough that john can lay his head on his stomach so he can face the tv while he keeps his mouth full of gale's cock. john might complain when he realizes the way his evening is about to go, but both of them know he loves it, even if he gets impatient and worked up.
gale can tell it's exactly what he needs, because the restlessness seeps out of him, eyes drooping as gale runs his fingers through messy curls, working out the tangles of the day, stomach feeling like a pit of molten lava from the hot, soft, wet heat enveloping him. john's tongue lightly presses up against his dick each time he swallows, but he's being so good listening to gale's instructions to sit nice and still, and gale makes sure to tell him so.
a drawled out "good job, baby. feel nice?" and a gentle brush of his thumb over john's cheekbone when he gets a flush and a shy nod in response. a coo of "c'mon sweetheart, you can sit pretty for a little bit longer, can't you?" when he sees john's hips start to shift down against the couch out of the corner of his eye. a murmur of "that's it, puppy, relax, let me do the work" as he lazily rolls his hips up into john's mouth, groaning when he feels a whine around his cock.
a "gonna be a good boy and take it all?" and smiling at the immediate "mm–hmm" he gets, giving john a teasing "so needy" before gale's losing himself to the feeling of his tongue and throat working around him, rambling out praise and compliments until he's spilling into that heat, john moaning around him the whole way. has to gently pull john off him by his hair when he keeps desperately lapping at his cock, rutting his hips down against the couch, muffles the whine of complaint as he leans down and tilts john's face towards his to capture his lips with his own.
and then he moves john onto his back, gets his pants off and kisses his way up his legs, taking his time because he knows john's so worked up that he's not gonna last once he gets his lips around him. gently bites at his hips, runs his hands up and down his thighs, plants open–mouthed kisses to his stomach in between murmured praises, "did so good", "such a pretty mouth", "my good boy."
john always gets so shy and bashful when gale treats him soft like this, no matter how many times they've fooled around, or how many times he's loud–mouthed himself into much less sweet and gentle scenarios. gale adores it, he loves looking up from between john's legs and seeing the pretty flush on his face, the bitten–red lips, the dazed, lovesick look in his eyes.
gale loves watching the way john's mouth falls open when he gets his own mouth around him, pinning his hips down with his hands, feeling them jerk desperately beneath his hold as the prettiest whines and mewls and pleas tumble from john's lips. he flattens his tongue along the underside of john's cock and sinks all the way down, and then he takes pity when he feels the way his thighs begin to tremble beneath him, loosening his hold and letting john's hips stutter up into his mouth as he falls apart so fast it makes gale's head spin, gasped out "fuck"s and "thank you"s like music to his ears.
gives john a taste of his own medicine, hollowing out his cheeks and working his tongue around him until john's hips are trying to squirm away from the overstimulation, a hand gently tugging at his hair, and gale can't help but tease him when he pulls off, "that worked up, just from having my cock in your mouth?"
smiles at the flush that immediately creeps over john's face, the quiet whine of protest. he pushes himself to his knees and crawls up john's body to soothe him with a deep kiss, rumbling low at the way nails dig into his shoulder blades, at the way john pants into the kiss, at the way he can feel john's cock twitch with interest against his bare thigh, huffing out a laugh at how fast he's always ready to go again.
"feeling better?" gale asks, as if john's blissed out state isn't answer enough, and john sighs dreamily against his lips, nodding. "you're gonna kill me, john." the giggle he gets in return seals gale's fate.
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I finally got around to watching the clone wars so here are some Ahsoka and Anakin headcanons that wont leave my brain
They both steal each other's stuff and complain when they catch the other one doing it
As Anakin’s hair grows longer he finds himself looking for hair wraps or something to push it back
And he stumbles on Ahsoka's stash he borrows them mostly when she’s off on a mission so she won’t complain
But she suspects him of doing so cause they’re never in the correct spot he also steals some of her simpler hand wraps when he’s training
Ahsoka's just as bad tho she’ll steal Anakin’s cloaks and shirts all the time cause for some reason the council failed to give her comfortable clothes
It all comes to a head when Ahsoka is debriefing the council and Anakin and she stops and goes “Is that my head wrap?”
The change of topic is so abrupt that no one reacts for a hot second
And then Anakin goes into full-on defensive mode like “What? No your device must be defective cause this isn’t yours”
Which Ahsoka calls him out because “Jedi’s don’t lie so just come clean sky guy I know that mine. And are those my kriffing hand wraps?! Take those off you’re gonna mess them up!”
Anakin is still defending himself and Obi-Wan is stepping in scolding them for using this line for their petty and selfish arguments
And then Anakin says “Wait snips is that my cloak” “Don’t change the subject just cause you got caught” “No no you can’t talk about getting caught you little hypocrite that’s my cloak!”
Obi-Wan is still chiming in half-heartedly but he knows better than to stop a full-on argument between those two
Especially when they’re throwing each other words back at them like “I thought you said I should keep warm” “And I thought you said I need a hair wrap with all this hair”
The argument only ends cause Windu threatens to hang up the com
After the debriefing ends Anakin calls Ahsoka back and the argument starts right back up again
Ahsoka always gets ready with her music playing
And Anakin in true big brother fashion doesn’t want Ahsoka to know he likes her music so instead he’ll just turn on their version of shazam and stands by the speaker in what he thinks is a normal fashion
It always goes something like this “Master what are you doing?” “What do you mean snips I’m not doing anything” “Oh so you’re just standing in my doorway with your device on for no reason” “Yep” “Okay when well have fun”
And in bratty little sister fashion she turns off her music and lights and leaves him in the doorway
Later on she makes a playlist of all his favorite songs and sends a link to it
All she hears is a grumbled “thank you” from the other room
Anakin also plays his music out loud sometimes and it took a small amount of time to realize the songs Ahsoka complains about the most are her favorites
He adds them to their shared playlist and ignores her when she plays those songs more
Over time they make a lot of joined playlists
Some to work out and train to, some to hype them up before a mission, some to wind down after a mission, some to play when they have nightmares
It’s something that they both enjoy more than they probably should
Obi-Wan jokes that some of those playlists will be the death of him
Ahsoka runs abnormally hot to the point where she could wear shorts in winter and Anakin runs cold enough to be confused for a corpse
Obi-Wan Padme and Ahsoka all agree that he needs to get checked out cause no way is it healthy to be that cold
They're both fine in their rooms where Ahsoka can blast the AC and Anakin can turn the heater up as high as he needs
But the common room is where the bickering happens such as “Jesus snips I didn’t realize we lived on Hoth” or “I’m so sorry master that every room can feel like Mustafar”
I also know that they both get nightmares like Earth-shaking soul shattering nightmares
Some where they get abandoned some when they can’t save each other in time and some where they have to kill each other
Not a lot of words need to be said when Ahsoka wakes Anakin out of a dead sleep with tears in her eyes or when Ahsoka wakes up cause Anakin is checking in on her for the third time that night
They both just grab as many pillows and blankets as they can carry so they can make the world's best pillow fort
Obi-Wan has grown accustomed to finding them cuddled up on the floor while the credits of a shitty old movie roll in the background
When they get older I feel like they unlock the childhood nickname status
Don't get me wrong snips and sky guy are their normal nicknames and will never go away but those are mostly used when they’re out in public or on the battlefield
When they’re around people they trust like Obi-Wan and Padme you’ll hear questions like “You good Ani?” or “Be safe Soka”
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