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i just finished the prologue of the mota book and i don't know how i haven't seen a single post talking about how after john and gale's stalag reunion, they were then separated for another four months.

my heart is aching so bad. imagine being reunited (after almost three weeks, oct 8–26th) and having that tiny feeling of 'everything is going to be okay' and then being ripped apart again for four fucking months. 120 more days of not being able to be at each other's sides.

#let out an actual pained noise when i processed the sentence #went back and reread three times to ensure i wasn't reading it wrong #johnslittlespoon mota book #<- gonna be posting stuff from the book there as i read #but yeah what in the fucking sick twisted joke #how did they not mention this in the show #also the way john is called 'johnny egan repeatedly' makes me want to put my fist thru drywall #do you think they could see each other/talk through the fence #i can't do this i rly can't #there's no way i'm not gonna write a oneshot about the second reunion that comes after those four months #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buckbucky #buck x bucky #clegan

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Let's Look Up At The Stars (I Like You Where You Are)

[SFW | 3K Words | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, New Year's Eve, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Canon Divergence]

“What, d’you have a midnight kiss you need to get back to?” Felix teases, nudging his shoe against Oliver’s. Oliver shakes his head, exhaling a cloud of white and fogging up his glasses, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. Felix is starting to look cold too, now, but it seems like he has more to say, so Oliver waits patiently. Patient is easy, it means he doesn’t have to talk; he can do patient.

Get a Good Angle (Be a Good Angel)

[NSFW | 5K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Friends to Lovers, Praise Kink Discovery, Teasing, First Time Blow Jobs, Slow Burn, Fluff & Smut, Drama Queen Felix]

“You always forget your sunglasses,” Felix says fondly as he holds out a pair of shades. “I brought a spare for you." Oliver takes them with a smile, relaxing back onto the towel and putting them on.

“Ah, good boy,” he jokes lightly, patting Felix’s arm in thanks as if he were a dog bringing him the morning paper. He senses him tense up, and he turns his head questioningly, but Felix just rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face into his folded arms. Weird.

Makes Me Wanna Dress Up For You

[NSFW | 4K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, College AU, Strangers to Lovers, Panties, Blow Jobs, Hook–up, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Anal Sex]

“These are pretty.”

Felix looked up and just about burst into flames on the spot.

“Oh my god, that’s not– I don’t– Those aren’t mine.”

They were very much his.

Boy, I'm Just A Loser For Your Love

[SFW | 3K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, 5+1 Fic, First Kiss, Fluff, Pining, Oliver Is In Love, Felix Is Oblivious]

“You’re just jealous,” Felix says playfully. Farleigh cocks his head to the side, a cool smile making its way onto his face.

“Jealous of what? That he won’t kiss you despite you giving him fuck–me eyes all semester?” The words roll off his tongue with ease.

Or: 5 times Felix kisses Oliver, and 1 time Oliver kisses Felix.

Why Don't You Figure My Heart Out?

[NSFW | 3K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Valentine's Day, Oxford, Oliver's First Kiss, Gay Confusion, Making Out, Grinding, Hair-pulling, Frottage, Coming In Pants]

“There, there, Ollie,” Felix teases. “You’ll have your first kiss someday.”

“There’s no rush,” Oliver mumbles absentmindedly, not meeting his eyes, and Felix feels his world stop turning.

“What?”

#saltburn #cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #oliver x felix #saltburn fic #cattonquick fic #quick-catton fics

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sometimes i like to think about how many times john probably absolutely ate pavement on the way back to base, trying to steer two bikes in the rain while drunk out of his mind

#there's no way he didn't show up looking like a wet dog #soggy and covered in mud but beaming ear to ear #so excited to tell gale his heroic tale of how he acquired his bike #sigh. soft hours to hashtag cope #buckbucky #buck x bucky #clegan #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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not to be a truther but @curtsbigspoon just realized that if you look at the pic on the left and then the scene from part seven on the right

it would appear john is in gale's bunk during the best man scene.

so. that's something.

#i'm not feeling insane about this at all #not one bit #i have to write a oneshot about this idc #i'm sure it's just a coincidence #but in terms of brainrot oh i am ROTTING #and john's bunk in the second pic is empty #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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buckbucky meet–cute where they first meet at thorpe abbotts; john and curt are the ones who met at flight school instead

john and curt are biking back to base very drunk after a night in town their first day after transferring and john goes "look no hands" as they're approaching the base entrance and promptly crashes into the gate and gale watches it happen as he's walking to his barracks

john hits him with a slurred out "are you an angel?" when gale rushes over to help him up, making a face at where john's lightly scraped his forehead (while curt leans against the wall weeping with laughter at the sound john had made when he flew over the handlebars)

gale walks with the two of them and their bikes to make sure curt gets to his barracks okay, then brings john to his own barracks where he's got a little medkit to patch him up, all while john shamelessly hits on him and embarrasses himself and is half convinced he's somehow hallucinating this pretty blond in a state of alcohol induced psychosis

#hashtag will write this soon #been floating around in my head for literal months atp #i don't feel normal about it one bit #could take it the curtbuckbucky route too and have both curt and john be equally enamoured when they sober up the next day <3 #can you tell i was thinking about the bucky bike rain scene for the 100th time this week #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buck x bucky #buckbucky #clegan

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y'all ever put blue skies on repeat and think about stupid drunk john all proud of himself dragging two bikes across basecamp to drop at his not–boyfriend's feet like a dog bringing the biggest stick it can find to its owner and waiting to be praised. because i do

#how i get into the writing mindset tbh #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot #john egan is dog coded

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Me watching the scene explaining how Buck got his nickname from Bucky for the first time: *goes over my head because so much gay shit is happening*

Rewatching the scene again: "Buck this, Buck that. Buck, can you help me tie my shoes? Buck, help me fly this plane." 👀👀

Thinking about it randomly: Hehe, "Buck, can you help me tie my shoes?" That's cute.

Thinking about it for the hundredth time, my mind getting no rest imagining how that went: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BUCK CAN YOU HELP ME TIE MY SHOES, YOU SLUT, YOU WHORE. DO YOU ASK FOR HIS HAND TO CROSS THE STREET TOO??? *sobs* Is Buck just saying this shit as an example? But why would he say that? LEAVE ME ALONE.

Do you think Bucky ever asked Buck to help him tie his shoes? Do you think Buck helped him? 😭 I don't know why I fixated on this. I'm in agony and I wanted to share ❤️

NAH BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK. i can't even count how many times i've rewatched this scene, whether from rewatching the show itself or from making edits or checking dialogue for fics, and yet??

somehow my brain never latched onto that moment either until reading this ask, for the same reason you said LOL. i'm literally tweaking oh my god. i want to believe so badly that john's actually asked him to tie his shoes lmfaooo like gale does say it like he's just rattling things off as a joke, but knowing their dynamic, i wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

a more likely scenario that popped into my head though is john being too drunk to untie his shoes when they get back to their room one night during flight school, and having to humble the fuck out of himself by slumping over on the floor against the wall and being like "...buck, can't get my shoes off." and gale asking "is that a statement or a cry for help?" and john giving him the ol' puppy dog eyes and grumbling out "can you help me untie my shoes, please?"

#ughghg THEM <3 #i feel like no matter how many times we rewatch this show there are always more little things to notice and i lov it #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buck #buck x bucky #buckbucky #clegan #johnslittlespoon asks

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Thinking about the exquisite imagery of Bucky shaving his mustache, while in contrast Buck let’s his scruff grow in. I can see it so clearly: Bucky shaves the ‘stach when they’re in the POW camp as a result of losing a bet (it’s highly probable he lost of purpose because he wants to give the men an opportunity to laugh it up). But it totally goes sideways once it becomes clear how young he looks without it. Buck on the other hand is stressing over this new change enough to forget to shave for a few weeks straight. Is this brain rot due to me thinking about Callum’s look in the Green Room combined with Austin’s look in the Bikeriders? Yes. Please send help.

in case anyone needs a lovely visual! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

okay, while i PERSONALLY am in love with bucky's stache and feel like shaving it even in fiction would be an absolute travesty, i see the vision and i agree, i could totally see something like that happening.

john does it as a joke/for a bet and figures that hey, they're all gonna be stuck in the camp for a while anyway, chances are it'll grow back by the time it really matters. no big deal, and it gets laughs in a place where those are increasingly rare, even if he has to suffer through relentless teasing about his baby face for a few weeks.

gale does not deal with it nearly as well, however; it throws off any routine he's built and it feels ridiculous because it's just facial hair but it's such a big change after the monotony of day–to–day behind the fence that it's enough to rattle his brain. and letting his own facial hair grow out probably isn't even a conscious choice, almost like a mindless way of falling back into sync with john as both of theirs grows back.

if buckbucky is an established thing in this verse, we all know damn well john would be obsessed with gale's scruff, rubbing his own cheek up against it like a cat, thirsting over it and ogling him 24/7.

and the way it feels against his thighs, stubble burn leaving the sensitive skin a pretty pink when gale's face is between his legs...

john would be devastated and pouty when it comes time for him to finally shave it, but gale would promise him "when we get out, i'll let it grow back for a bit, yeah?" and that would perk him right up. <3

#i've actually been toying with an AU with gale and john but how they look in the bikeriders and green room/the only living boy in new york #and i have many Thoughts but i need to flesh it out more #and i probably won't ever do anything with it because i have too many things i want to write but it's a nice (hot) concept <3 #also have y'all watched 'leaving' with callum turner bc good lord. #john looking like that pretty twink and crushing on intimidating bikeriders!gale??? the daddy issues vibes?? helllooooo meow LMFAOOO #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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this is me hitting y'all with a "hear me out" on bikeriders!gale and college student leaving!john. pleasepleaseplease think of the cliche daddy issues. the slow burn angst. strong intimidating but softie biker bf pulling up to pretty college bf's house. gale passing his helmet to john while john's parents watch from the kitchen window in horror as their son gets on the back of a rugged tatted man's motorcycle. john stealing gale's hoodie when he stays over so he can 'accidentally' wear it home the next day and bury his face in the smell of gale's cigarettes and cologne and gasoline and open road.

or, alternatively, bikeriders!gale is leaving!john's friend's single dad lmaoo. classic dilf crush trope. john makes a new friend at college and the first time he goes to his house he meets his dad and is like fuck. well, that's it for me. he crushes hard from day one and has no idea gale feels the same way because he's dense and gale's not gonna make the first move obviously. and god, the miscommunication and the secret flirting and the hookups and dancing around feelings because neither is sure if it's more than sex for the other. i could fill three books with this shit genuinely <3

idk i just think the contrast of both of them would be such a fun dynamic to explore and they'd look fucking beautiful together :-)

(this is definitely not me gauging the interest were i to make this my next chaptered fic btw. absolutely not. xx)

(edit: we're going with the first idea lads. world building is happening. i'm in my mind palace. we're yapping under #leaving bikeriders au lol)

#i shall deem this one: #leaving bikeriders au #curtsbigspoon and i have been ON ONE about both of these for weeks #a fic will inevitably be birthed from this just give me a bit #gotta finish the dog coded one first LOL #anyway onto asks. just have had this post sitting in my drafts for a few days and it's time for it to be set free into the universe #buckbucky #buck x bucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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no one encourage this path of brainrot because i will end up writing 3000 words of john and his metaphorical wagging tail when he sees his gale, john and his obsession with the smell of gale's aftershave, rubbing his face on gale's pillow, john and the way he follows gale wherever he goes as though there's an invisible leash between the two of them, john and the way he almost barks out his laughs, john and the way his teeth can't help but sink into gale's neck, collarbone, shoulder, hip, thigh, john and the way he pretends it doesn't do things to him when gale nonchalantly praises him, pretends gale can't see right through him, john and the way he spills over gale's hand when gale calls him a good boy on a whim, john and the way he seeks it out every time gale's on top of him after that, john and something something collar something dog tags something pretty pup something something uhhh rutting up against gale's thigWHAT who said all that that's crazyyyy dude

#holy fuck i actually need to be put down rn #shakily brings a ciggie to my mouth #that'll do donkey #that'll do #what am i supposed to do with this thought #am i the only one feeling a little feral over this vision or #OKAY GOODNIGHT FOR REAL. FR FR #'don't deep it' my brother in christ too late it's in my bones now #johnslittlespoon brainrot #john egan is dog coded #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon spicy #dog coded bucky fic

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gale and john laying together in the backseat of one of the jeeps, off at the edge of some field on base, away from all the noise. gale's head on john's chest, settled between his legs, john’s arms looped around his waist with his hands clasped over gale’s stomach.

gale confessing that he often thinks about if things were different, how they'd be. if there was no war, if they went to the same high school, grew up down the street from each other. would they have snuck around like they do on base, climbing into bedroom windows and driving out to secret make out points? 

and it makes john's heart melt and shatter simultaneously because gale is always the first to tell him "don't go thinkin' like that" when john gets in his head about how things could have been, because they both know it's only a dead end, there's no point dwelling on it.

and even if things had been different, they're still in a world where men don't hold hands and raise families and grow old together.

but to hear gale talk like that for once, to hear that he thinks about the same things, it makes john’s chest go all fuzzy, knowing it’s not just him laying up at night thinking about it.

but john tries to make light of it because it hurts so bad, thinking about all the ‘what if’s.

a teasing, “you just wish i could've courted ya, all gentlemanly” as he brushes his thumb over gale's cheek bone, feeling it move under his finger when it gets a smile out of him.

john says “that right?" at gale’s wordless response. "want me to dress up nice for you, buy you flowers, wine and dine you, all that jazz?"

gale shrugging, humming a soft "maybe." and john smiling too at that, leaning his head back against the frame of the car, knowing it’s as close as he’ll get to a yes.

it’s enough to know they'd both look for each other in any timeline.

#buck x bucky #buckbucky #back on my bullshit! sorry! #it's only going to get worse the closer we get to the dreaded end #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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bucky loves it when buck is soft with him but sometimes he just wants gale to rub a little roughly up and down his flanks like u would pet a dog 🥰 buck maybe picks up on it somehow and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

omggg gale would never let him live stuff like this down. like there are certain quirks about john that he'd never dare to point out (ex: clinginess) in case it makes john self aware and he stops doing them, but this would be one of the ones he'd tease him for.

john collapses on his back on the couch one afternoon, draping himself over gale's lap and grinning tiredly up at him, and gale gives him a soft smile and a "hey there" before returning to his book, absentmindedly running his free hand up and down john's side.

it quiets john for a minute, his eyes closing as he lets himself be gently pet, and then he mumbles "harder" and gale snorts but obliges, applying a bit of pressure, gets a "more" and has to bite back an innuendo because making those jokes is john's job.

"you want a massage or something?" he jokes instead, and john makes a face with his eyes still closed, goes "no" all indignantly, huffing to himself. "just, like," and then he makes a motion with his own hand on his other side, and a smile curls the corners of gale's lips upwards, looking down so fondly he's sure john can feel it.

"alright, you big mutt," he teases, vigorously moving his hand up and down john's side like he's petting a dog, really digging into his ribs just to watch him squirm. probably ends up sliding his palm flat over to john's stomach to rub it in circles there too, has to bite his lip to hold back a laugh when john melts under his touches because he's the absolute picture of a dog getting a belly rub in that moment. it definitely becomes a little thing for them <3

#john egan is dog coded #aw yeah we back baby #buckbucky #buck x bucky #clegan #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon asks

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I know it’s more cat vibes but do you think Buck ever uses a spray bottle on Bucky when he misbehaves?

I JUST LAUGHED SO LOUD WHEN THIS ONE CAME IN i slapped my hand over my mouth so fast PLEASEEE ???!!!!

i actually love this so much i'm so sorry i can't stop giggling.

imagine: post–war buckbucky, living together in a cute little apartment or rancher with a couple cats (they don't need a dog, they've got john, that's more than enough lol). naturally this means they've got spray bottles scattered around the house to protect the kitchen counters and the arms of couches from kitty claws.

thinking about john being very food motivated and always trying to waltz into the kitchen while gale is cooking to steal food behind his back, and gale doesn't really mind, but sometimes john eats just plain ingredients that he's not done with and then he has to chop up more and it's just a tiny bit frustrating (he can't ever actually stay mad though.)

one evening after an incident like this, john, unaware of the extra work he's created for gale and the patience he's drained, comes back in twenty minutes later for a second sweep through, and the moment his hand settles on a sliced tomato, he's spritzed in the face with a sudden blast of cold water.

the look of absolute betrayal and shock he gives gale as he blinks at him with water dripping from his curls, eyelashes clumped together, hand frozen on the tomato slice. gale's got the spray bottle aimed at him like it's a weapon and john can't help the laugh he barks out as he goes to pick up the tomato slice again in defiance, not expecting the second spray that gets him right in the open mouth this time.

sputters out a "hello?" and gale just twitches the bottle at him in a wordless 'and i'll do it again' and john reluctantly retracts his hand with a grumble, stealing the towel draped over gale's shoulder to dry his face, muttering "like i'm one of the damn cats" on his way out. only when he's gone does gale let out a snort, leaning against the counter as he laughs with the image of drowned–rat, kicked–puppy john replaying in his mind.

(bonus: one day they've got friends over in the dining room and john follows gale back into the kitchen under the guise of 'helping', but he's all touchy when he comes up behind him, pressing his hips a little too hard against gale's, and gale unthinkingly reaches for the spray bottle and gives him enough of a spritz to offend him out of his inopportune horniness lmfao.)

#john egan is cat coded?!?! #was gonna tag this as crack taken seriously but is it even really crack? #because i'm 99.9% sure gale would not hesitate to weaponize the cat's spray bottle on john #and john would be mortified when he realizes it actually works #this would backfire in the summer when it's merely a nice refresher for him lol #buckbucky #buck x bucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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the dog–coded bucky fic is officially a wip btw <3

#i have four parts envisioned but i'm the slowest writer in history #so we'll see how that goes but ugh i have so many ideas for this #1300 words and it feels like it's only just started so #i don't even wanna thinkkkk about how long this is gonna be lol #i know that i'm gonna wanna get this as perfect as possible #as close to what i'm envisioning as i can possibly put into words #so it's probs gonna be a while before it's done rip #dog coded bucky fic #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buckbucky #buck x bucky

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plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

#bruh this was 1.3k i did not mean to get into so much detail #the keep reading button has never been more necessary #i wish i could crank out long drabbles like this for all the asks #but they take sooo long for me to write i am NOT a fast writer lol hence why i post a fic like once a month #but sometimes certain asks just itch my brain some type of way and then boom i've thrown up onto a tumblr post #anyway dacryphilia my beloved <3 #in any other scenario john hates to see gale cry. but i think in bed he would have an affinity for making him feel so good that he cries #have i thought about this extensively? perhaps. #i just think that pretty boys with pretty eyes and pink lips deserve to cry during sex sometimes. as a treat #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #buck x bucky #buckbucky

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I'M SALIVATING FOR BIKERIDERS!GALE WITH COLLEGE STUDENT LEAVING!BUCKY

Gale's strong on the outside but a softie in heart that will protect and love our soft and vulnerable John.......

*screaming*

MEEEEE TOOOO. it really just hits different, it's such a unique dynamic for them and i'm so excited to write it because it's gonna be such a switch up from how i usually write them and also my first swing at a modern au/non–canon fic ooo boy

gale looks like he'd be scary and intimidating and closed–off, and he definitely can be in certain circumstances, but not with john, never with him. it probably takes a while for john to break down his walls, whatever reasons he might have them up, but who can say no to that sweet boy? gale is so protective and probably hates how soft john makes him at first, but they fall into each other's lives and make a home in each other's hearts before they realize it's happening.

john has so much love to give and hasn't had many positive male figures in his life, a la daddy issues, probably has gotten involved with men a little too similar to his dad, raised voices and mean fists and alcohol, because he'll lean into whoever gives him attention and affection. but gale is different, gale's gentle with him, knows what john needs before john himself even knows he needs it, never raises his voice or pushes or is anything other than sweet and soft with him.

sooo much to explore with these two, so much angst and slowburn and softness, my heart :')) <3

#leaving bikeriders au #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #buck x bucky #buckbucky #clegan