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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.

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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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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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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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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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ur reply to 69 anon made me wonder how insane bucky would go if buck came to him with something he wanted to try like…. he short circuits

ohhh my god. yes. this got a bit lengthy whoops!

gale thinks about how much he loves the sounds john makes when he chases his orgasm, inhibitions lost, no filter left, and he starts wondering how he'd sound if he stopped before john could come, how he'd sound begging, how he'd sound when gale starts up again.

a few days later the curiosity is too much, so he waits until he's sat in john's lap, grinding down against him with his hands tangled in dark curls, and he asks against his lips, "can i try something?"

that alone makes john's hips rock up against him, a surprised groan leaving his mouth, pulling back a little to look up at him.

"always," john breathes out, eyes wide, pupils blown. "what?" gale just smiles fondly at his eagerness, shakes his head, feels a bit mean for getting his hopes up, but he thinks it's only fair he gets to have some fun after all the propositions he's followed through on for john.

"it's a surprise," gale murmurs, leaning back in to kiss him again. and they continue as normal, needy kisses and roaming hands, though gale can feel how extra keyed up john is now. eventually he has john's dick in his hand, slick with spit, jerking him off as he sits back on thick thighs, tugging john's bottom lip between his teeth.

and there are the telltale signs of john getting closer– moans becoming breathier, hands grabbing at him, little rolls of hips into his fist, rambling whispers of "so good," "so pretty," and finally, "close."

gale stops his movements completely just as john's pretty noises peak, stilling his hand at the base of his cock, tightening his grip. a wave of heat rushes through him at the choked out moan he receives against his lips, his own face flushing.

john's hips buck up beneath him in search of friction, bouncing him in his lap a bit, fingers digging into gale's waist. a high whine bubbles up in the back of john's throat as his eyes fly open, brows pinched, looking up at gale in confusion.

and gale almost feels bad; he'd feel worse if the desperate sounds didn't go right to his own dick. he hushes john's groan of "why?" with a deep kiss, pressing his lips hard against his, sighing into his mouth.

"wanted to see something," he answers, squeezing his hand around john's cock, grinning at the strangled noise it drags out. "buck," john huffs out, rocking up into his fist when gale loosens his grip enough to do so. "that's not what 'can i try something' is supposed to mean."

"didn't know there were rules," gale hums, but he slinks out of john's lap all the same, dropping to knees and taking john into his mouth, heat pooling in his stomach at the way hands immediately find his hair. and maybe he's feeling nicer now, and he lets john use his mouth to get off as he pleases.

or, his curiosity isn't fully satiated, so he works his tongue around him until his hips are stuttering up again, hands tightening in his hair, and then he pulls off, flattening his palms on john's thighs to keep him pinned when his hips desperately try to chase his mouth.

his own cock throbs in his pants at the broken whine that's wrenched from john's throat at another denial of his orgasm, too lightheaded to fight it when john pulls at his hair to shove him back down on his cock, frantically thrusting up into the heat of his mouth before he's spilling down his throat, curses and moans falling from his lips.

it's the hottest thing gale's heard and it's worth every minute john spends bitching at him (and edging him) later that evening. <3

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#sighhhh pretty men making pretty noises #i understand gale on a molecular level with this one #what more could he need in life yk #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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Ok going anon for this one lol. So your posts about edging made me think of the opposite like I have such a kink for John coming too early like he is so turned on by Gale he can’t help it. (Thinking of one of those 5 things fic too like 5 times John finishes too early). This also feeds into my John praise kink which is my favorite like what if John just comes from Gale praising him? Gale would find it super hot and delight in making him come untouched or come in his pants. I’m just so into needy!desperate! John.

YUPPP yuppp this shit lives rent free in my head oh my god. needy desperate john is everything. i agree 1000%– with other people john's been with, he's been balanced, doesn't get worked up by specific tiny things, doesn't feel on the verge of coming in his pants from a stray look.

but with gale? the slightest thing sets john off, and sits at the front of his brain all day, getting him more and more flustered until they're finally alone and any restraint is out the window. (he's literally galesexual)

the first time it happens, john is mortified, tries to cover it up with his usual loud–mouthed confidence, cracking a joke when he recovers, but gale is just like fuck. fuck, that was hot. they're probably proper making out for the first time, and john's pressed to the navigator's table in an empty plane, and gale tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth so briefly, but suddenly john's spilling into his own briefs with a ragged moan, fingers digging into gale's waist.

the awkward "oh." from john when his vision comes back, and gale's breathy "did you...?" and john's reluctant nod. gale groans against his lips, pushes back into the kiss hard, pressing his hips against john's, head spinning with how hot it is that he got off on so little.

and the praise kink would for sure feed into it, it's such a thing for both of them– and as much as gale likes being praised too, there's just something about watching john absolutely glow when he sweet talks him, telling him how well he's doing, how pretty he looks; gale can't get enough of the reactions he gets from it.

but one evening john's deep in that pliant, floaty headspace, probably on his knees between gale's legs, face warm and flushed with a mouth full of dick. gale's just barely rocking his hips, hands petting at john's hair, being so soft and sweet with him, murmuring about how he's doing so good, taking him so well, so pretty on his knees for him.

and then he tugs gently at john's hair to get him to look up, admiring the hollow of his cheeks, the pink of his lips around him. groans low in his chest and rumbles out "oh bucky, such a good boy for me." and john whines loud around him, eyes rolling back before they snap shut, hips bucking up against nothing as he comes untouched, thighs shaking where he keeps his hands firmly in place because he hasn't been told he can do otherwise.

gale barely keeps it together as he watches his jaw go slack around his cock, quickly pulling out to jerk himself off, rambling out praises as john falls apart beneath him, painting the prettiest face and lips to the tune of john's raspy broken whimpers as he trembles between his legs, curls all wild and knuckles white with how hard he's gripping his thighs. it's the hottest thing gale's seen and he definitely leans into it in the future, wanting to see if john can get off without a single touch, just by listening to his voice.

#that'll do donkey that'll fuckin do #a 5 things oneshot with this concept would be SO fun to write #i may have to add that to the wip list because goddd #there are very few things i like writing more than whiny men coming in their pants! clearly! my ao3 works speak for me! #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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hellooooooo so i’m a slut for hands okay so i just keep thinkin about bucky gettin pre-occupied with buck’s hands doing the most mundane things like

buck brings his left hand up and turns to check his watch and it exposes the softness of his wrist and bucky wants to open the curl of his fingers and kiss his way from their tips to his palm right up to the sensitive skin of his wrist hidden below uniform. wants to graze his teeth and nip softly there, wants to feel tendons flex and the heat of skin, wants to feel him alive against his mouth

and when they fly together, buck to his left as they go through pre-flight checks bucky’s eyes follow confident hands without his permission as switches are flicked and adjustments are made. each efficient movement made with ease and bucky’s competence kink is made clear (because i mean let’s face it there are so few kinks he doesn’t have for this man at this point)

every touch of them means so much from buck who gives them much more sparingly than bucky himself

the hands that save lives

HEYY HIII giggles twirls hair (◕ ˬ ◕✿) fellow gale hand enthusiast! (john's just like us fr)

i think about this sooo much, like just aesthetically he has such pretty hands, and john would appreciate that of course, but they're so much more than that. they're gentle and soft and careful even in their firmness, and they touch and hold him in ways no one else ever has. if he could spend the rest of his life doing nothing but feeling them graze over every inch of his skin, he thinks he'd be content with that. he loves that specific touches are reserved for him only, and the fact that they are so rare makes them all the more special.

he loves playing with gale's hands when they're laying face to face in bed, especially in the bunk in the pow camp, as a discreet way of still having physical closeness. gale lets him bend and pull and fidget with his fingers, watching john's focussed expression with so much fondness, endeared by each twitch of his nose and pull of lips between teeth in the same way john is enraptured by each flex of his tendons and slide of veins and roll of knuckle joints.

and john's favourite thing is when they aren't rushed, and gale is taking his time with him, and he lets john hold his wrist in one hand, the pad of his thumb resting over his pulse point while gale slides two fingers between john's lips and lets john work his tongue over them like it's something other than his hand. pushes down against the back of john's tongue to watch pretty heavy eyes grow teary, fucks them in and out of his mouth, letting them drag against john's bottom lip each time just to watch him grow flushed, eyes filled to the brim with adoration trained only on gale's face.

#sooo many thoughts on his hands #very few of them pure lol sorry bout that #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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Pls more on Gsd bucky 🙏

oOO BABY. german shepherd/dog coded bucky is everything to me, i can't be normal about it, idk what's happened to me.

i am currently almost 2k words deep into a proper oneshot for this so i don't wanna get tooo in detail because i'm sure i'll cover it there but! here are some cute lil things!

the obvious: he's german shepherd coded because he's quick to bristle and become protective over the people he loves. he's literally like the guard dog at gale's side, all bark and bite, ever watchful. he'll happily curl up at the foot of gale's bed and keep watch all night, if that's what is needed of him.

shakes his head like a wet dog when he comes out of the showers, or on a day off at some nice lake, he purposefully walks over to where gale's laying to shake out his wet curls above him, canines glinting in the sun at the way gale swats at him, calls him a "damn dog!"

always bitey. bites gale's shoulders and arms as a sign of affection, even when they're around others because everyone just accepts that's john, no nefarious intent behind it, some of the others have probably fallen victim to his nips as well. likes to take gale's hand and bring it up to his mouth to gnaw at the joint of his wrist when he's antsy, or when they're bantering and he can't think of a retort.

translates to love bites on every inch of skin he can reach behind closed doors, leaving gale marked up anywhere that's deemed safe from prying eyes, dragging sharp teeth and nipping and tonguing and sucking until gale gets impatient with him, but they both love seeing the marks it leaves behind.

the biting also feeds his oral fixation, loves to gnaw on gale's fingers when he slides two between his lips before he flattens his tongue along them in apology, letting his eyelids go heavy, hollowing his cheeks out and playing nice. just has to get the energy out first, the excited nips and tugs, and then he goes obedient and gentle (or gale finds other ways to 'muzzle' him.)

probably gets very mopey and sulky and clingy when he's sick or hurt, like a dog that wants pity and attention, glued to gale's side (even more than he already normally is.) there's definitely been at least one occasion where he's crawled into gale's bed late at night, whining about his stomach hurting, rolling onto his back in a silent ask for a tummy rub or soft kisses trailed from sternum to belly button.

i will never get tired of talking ab this i swearrrr, i've just never seen a character so dog–coded and i'm gonna have such a hard time not letting this oneshot run into the five–digit–wordcount territory lol <3

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all you're getting because most of it is borderline unreadable LOL but i think i'll turn it into a oneshot <33

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Ok but bucky gangbang with buck just watching, giving the boys orders and scolding them when they get a bit too rough with him and no one is allowed to come inside him (only on his chest and face) except buck

oh i eat this shit uppp !!

it's an offhand comment one night while they're fucking somewhere semi–risky, maybe gale's got john pressed up against the wall of one of the barracks, hand covering his mouth, and he's whispering uncharacteristically vulgar things in his ear.

john gets a little too noisy, even with gale's palm pressed to his lips, so gale nips at his shoulder, casually says:

"y'know i love to hear you, sweet thing, but you better keep it quiet or one of the guys might come see who's making all that racket."

and that comment is what tips john over the edge, and gale files that away for later, because that's interesting.

and gale's definitely possessive to an extent, but he also gets off on john getting off, and he's curious about this line of thought, but it also has to be done with safe people for obvious reasons.

but once all the details are sorted out and gale's sure john actually wants something like this, he'd make sure everything is perfect and it would be so worth everything to see john on his knees all flushed and embarrassed and eager to please in front of their closest friends.

overwhelmed in the best possible way, curls in his eyes, glancing over at gale for approval and comfort every so often, making the prettiest noises as he's passed around like a little plaything for the guys, eyes fluttering closed with his nose pressed to stomachs at the insistence of hands in his hair, relaxing his throat as they push in and out of his mouth to the tune of "good boy"s and "such a pretty mouth".

gale doesn't join in, only watches and instructs the guys on what john likes, keeping an eye on john to make sure he's alright and just enjoying the view of watching his sweet little whore get railed and taken apart by other men until his thighs are shaking as he's fucked and his arm is draped over his eyes as broken moans and whimpers fall from his lips.

the guys know the rules, be sweet and anything is fair game, just no coming inside, and they all care about john, so they're good to him, even if they get a little rough at points (john doesn't complain.) john gets a little whiney and overstimulated towards the end, so gale crouches by his head at the end of the bed, petting his hair and telling him what a good job he's doing, just a little bit longer, don't you wanna make them feel good? etc.

and when all the guys have left and john's bone–tired and flushed, he still pulls gale close, still mumbles a "want you inside", still melts into gale's arms and shakes and moans and comes so pretty for him as gale fucks him sweet and slow, being so gentle with him and praising him so much, marking him up so he remembers who he really belongs to after all of that.

maybe it becomes something they do every so often for some excitement, when john's too keyed up and gets mouthy and starts acting up and he needs to be reminded that he's not the top dog, needs to be put in his place and passed around like a toy, roughed up a little until he's exhausted and pliant and ready to behave.

could almost go hand in hand with this brainrot, if gale starts noticing the guys looking at john a certain way that goes past platonic affection >:^)

#woooo baby how do i even tag this #john x everyone LOL #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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John is loud. Like LOUD loud. Especially when he's not allowed to touch buck and he's so whiney and pleading for any type of simulation from him. Or when he's been "so good" that buck makes him cum multiple times that session and he's is soooo overstimulated. Let's just say there has been more than one close call

oh good fucking god this was an attempt on my life i think.

he's absolutely so noisy in bed. sometimes it's in the form of letting his mouth run, the most vulgar filthy words falling out, painting gale's cheeks a lovely shade of pink at how easily john says them all to him. growled out compliments and groans and pants.

but then other times, the whines and whimpers and choked out pleas and moans, god. gale would learn to plan ahead when he wants to overstimulate john and get him off multiple times because john just gets too noisy, and it's his favourite thing in the world so it kills him to not be able to indulge him in that when they're on base, but it's for the better.

so instead john gets gale's hand covering his mouth, breathing hot against his palm as he fucks up into gale's fist, eyes rolling back when he spills over gale's hand for the second or third time that night. or, if gale needs both of his hands free, wants to properly fuck him and take him apart, he learns that a rag stuffed in john's mouth works just as well, head spinning at the way his moans get muffled by the cloth every time gale thrusts into him.

and gale loves when they get a weekend pass for obvious reasons, but he especially loves that john can be as loud as he wants when they've got a hotel room to themselves. thrives when he can take his time dragging those pretty noises from him, not having to hush him or go easy to keep him quiet, gets to see how much john can take and what things make him whine the way he likes. nothing does gale in like the way john's mouth does (in more ways than one) and he adores how reactive he is to anything he does.

#head empty only thoughts of how pretty they'd sound together #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon spicy

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guys i accidentally just. on discord. brainrotted 1900+ words of uhhh modern au buckbucky john rimming his 'straight' very vanilla bestfriend gale and it all spawned from this concept

and listen. this wasn't intentional. i know i have so many wips. but surely... a little bit of very head over heels john enthusiastically eating gale out (and very selfishly hoping gale can't stop thinking about him when he hooks up with marge from then on) can't hurt... as a treat....

#anyway lmk if i should actually do smth with this #this is how 99% of my ideas spawn #just poor @curtsbigspoon watching me lose it on discord #and me being like damn i should probably just write this hey #after an hour of straight up deranged brainrot #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #buckbucky #buck x bucky #johnslittlespoon yaps

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What if they were always wrestling back in training but one day it gradually gets dirty, literally, and they start using sexual acts to get the upper hand over the other. Alternating between sucking/fucking and grappling

i love the thought of them as gangly early–twenty year olds at flight school down in texas, maybe getting into their first petty argument, and john's not a fighter when it comes to gale, and gale's not a fighter in general, but they're young dumb boys who don't know how to communicate yet so routine training turns into one of them pinning the other to the dirt and both of them scrabbling to get the upper hand as it turns into proper wrestling.

a knee or a thigh moves down against gale's crotch in a way it shouldn't and draws out a little noise john will be thinking about for the next year, and john is so impulsive and emotion–driven that he would push further in a heartbeat, even if he's not fully aware of his feelings towards gale yet, but gale puts a stop to it quick and takes advantage of john's surprise to move away so fast it's like he's been shot, and that would be the last they speak of it.

but then years down the road, they're in the 100th, tensions have only grown between them in non–platonic terms, and a repeat of this incident happens, probably when john's drunk after a pub night and they're walking back to their shared barracks and a stupid argument turns into a little bit of shoving and gale's not about that and he knows john will feel so guilty in the morning so he gets him down on his back in the dirt (it's not hard with how drunk he is).

this time he's the one to put john in a compromising position, but john's only grown more brazen as time as gone on, especially with liquid courage, so when gale's thigh slots between his legs, he stares gale down as he rolls his hips up against him, and gale moves a hand between them to pin his hips down, looking at john like he's crazy.

john just gives him a lazy smile and rumbles out a little noise at the feeling of gale pushing him down, and realistically gale is too level headed to let it get past that point, especially out in public, but if this isn't the first time something has happened between them, and they've been hooking up for a while, he might indulge a little bit, as long as it's the dead of night and they're off to the side of the path.

#i keep hesitating to go further into brainrot ab these types of prompts bc i know i'm gonna write a full oneshot ab it soon LOL #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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I like to think of buck of a pleasure dom bottom. Like how he always makes bucky cum so many times that he's pleading for something he dosent even know. Like pleading for more but wanting it to stop at the same time (if that makes sense lol) and don't get me started on when Gales on top riding him so hard. Every roll of the hips is so sensitive to John's spent tip. But buck can't help it he lives how John's spill feels inside him🫶🏾

(I'm actually foaming👹)

YESYESYES 1000% one of my biggest headcanons about gale. i see him and john as switches/verses, but i feel like gale dom!bottoming is a common occurrence because gale likes to have control and it does john's head in. (very big service!top vibes from both of them too tbh.)

john looks up at him in absolute reverence when gale rides him, keeping his hands on his hips but not moving him, knowing he'll be reprimanded if he does.

eyes glued to gale's neck when he tilts his head back with a moan, drinking in the way the lamplight catches on his adam's apple, aching to cover his throat in pretty marks but settling for digging his fingers into his hips, hoping they bruise in the morning.

john gets close and lifts a hand to jerk gale off so they can get off at the same time, but gale bats his hands away, lifting his head back up to look down at him, eyebrows pinched as he angles his hips just right, murmuring to "keep your hands to yourself," and john does, sliding them underneath the pillow on either side of his head.

all he can do is watch as gale works his hips above him, leaning back to brace himself on john's thighs, all calculated rolls of hips and gentle rocking until john's orgasm rolls over him slow, working through him until his thighs are trembling and he's rumbling out moans and digging his fingers into the pillow and his hips are stuttering up into gale and gale's making the sweetest breathy noises.

and gale continues grinding down, dragging it out, smile tugging at his lips when john's breathing gets more laboured as he pushes him into overstimulation, feeling his thighs twitching beneath him, watching his biceps tense on either side of his head.

just coos in faux–sympathy when john whines out his name and tells gale it's too much, leans forward to brace his hands on john's chest instead, sliding them up until his thumbs rest in the dip below his throat, leans down to kiss him soft and sweet and says "i think you can give me one more, hm?"

ends up coaxing john into fucking up into him because john can never say no to giving gale what he wants, especially when he gets to dig his hands into gale's hips and watch his mouth fall open around whimpers and praises, even as his own eyes sting from tears of oversensitivity, gritting his teeth as he thrusts up into him, flooded with relief when gale's hand finally reaches for his cock and he spills over john's chest with a moan.

probably sends john right over the edge too despite every sensation feeling like too much, can't help it with the way gale tenses around him, bucks his hips up with a rasped out groan and pulls gale down hard at the same time, filling him up until they're both shaking against each other chest to chest, all sloppy kisses and breathless laughter and loving words.

#but gale can definitely get less gentle with it too #working john over with his hands and mouth until john's crying #depends on how nice he's feeling >:) #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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I took my concerta way too late in the day (3pm,,, I am on the second highest dose,,,) and I am up curtbuckbuckying SO FUCKN HARD SAM

Curt getting dpd??? his tummy bulging out a little???? I’m climbing the fucking WALLS

When he grabs John’s hand and lays it flat on his stomach and tells him to feel he watches the way John’s eyes widen and grow darker, letting out a little growl (dogdogdogdog-) from the back of his throat as he picks up his pace. Gale growing curious and gasping as John speeds up, sliding his hand around Curt’s hip to rest on his stomach where he’s laid on Gale’s chest. It’s then that he finds out what got John going so hard, a low groan escaping Gale’s throat and rumbling through Curt’s back. Murmuring all sorts of dirty praises and sweet words in Curt’s ear and then making the ultimate decision to firmly yet gently press down on Curt’s belly and Curt fucking SOBSSSS bc everything is suddenly 10 times more intense than it already was but he’s actually in heaven. Gale’s letting out a never ending stream of soft words in his ear, John’s rutting into him like a feral dog (I’m never letting go of Him<3) and he genuinely thinks he could die happy in that moment

Sorry wow I’m actually fucking insane I’m so high but I had THOUGHTS

-@mangokittokatsu

OHH I FEEL ILL I'M SICK UR SICK /SHAKES PHONE/

the pretty little punched out whimpers and whines curt would let out with each thrust when john picks up his pace (the soft whiny puppy vibes in comparison to john's growly aggressive dog vibes??)

curt leaking a mess all over the back of gale's hand just from the sound of him groaning beneath him?? curt's hands flying out to grab at john's arms, gale's wrists, hips or blankets or hair, whatever he can reach when gale presses down on his stomach because it's so intense he's short circuiting, just needs to grab onto something??

the juxtaposition of gale's hot breath and soft words against his ear versus john's bruising grip on his hips as he ruts into him hard enough to nearly push the three of them up the bed?? the way curt's mouth would hang open as the breath is fucked out of him, back arched, so full it's like he can feel it all the way in his throat??

(gale remembers the pressure trick next time he's getting curt off with just his fingers and curt immediately shoots over his tummy untouched teehee)

@125hr ur post is altering psyches as we speak this is ur fault <3

#(please never let go of dog coded bucky) (i know i sure won't) #never apologize for being insane it's the VIBE here truly #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #curtbuckbucky #curtgalejohn

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sometimes i think about how it’d go down if buck had to punish both curt and bucky and it almost always ends with curt whining our apologies much quicker than bucky

immediately i thought of the vibes of when one student is misbehaving and ruining things for the rest of the class because the teacher just throws out a group punishment instead of only punishing the one unruly student lol so

curt gets caught in the crossfire (no pun intended) because one night after a long day of putting up with curt and john being absolute devils, feeding off each other's bratty energy, gale decides that curt's punishment won't end until john's does, even once curt is being sweet and apologetic and begging so nicely.

but john's in the type of mood to fight back through the punishment, to try and take without being given, and gale figures a good way to get him to settle is to have the consequences of his actions not only affect him, but curt too (much to curt's displeasure.)

maybe gale's got them both laid out all nice in bed, side by side, wrists tied above their heads to the bed frame while he got a leg thrown over the thighs that are closest together so he's half–straddling both of them. he takes his time getting them worked up, jerking them off painfully slow until curt's whining for it, but john's still actively egging him on.

every time one of them gets too close, he takes his hands away, leaving hips stuttering up against nothing as he runs his hand soothingly over curt's thigh, swatting john's in warning for the way he curses at him each time he deprives him of his orgasm.

gale addresses curt like john's not even in the room– "sorry sweet boy, but john doesn't seem to care if you get to come or not tonight" and "you were so good at working together all day, what happened?"

curt's in tears by the end of it, barely getting a couple strokes in each time before he's crying out that he's close, making gale take his hand off of both of them and in turn getting john whiny and frustrated too, but the type where he finally starts to quiet down, less bit out retorts and bratting, more pinched eyebrows and heavy breathing and lips tucked between teeth as he realizes he's losing control.

curt's torn between begging gale and pleading with john to apologize, because that's all gale wants, really. he just wants to see john crumble and say sorry all sweet; he's not mean, it doesn't take much for him to go soft on his boys. and eventually curt's face tucked against john's neck while he cries out little pleas is what gets john to whine out his own apology, both of them nearly hysterical while gale pretends to decide whether it's adequate or not.

he drags a few more pretty noises from john as vengeance for the day he's been put through before he lets them both rock up into his fists, spilling over themselves with sounds that'll live in the back of gale's brain for a long, long time. and in return, he gets a messy blowjob from his boys, flushed and panting and doe–eyed as they look up at him, gone all pliant and eager to please.

#somewhat ooc/would probs only function in an au but a fun concept nonetheless <3 #oh to be gale cleven. smh #curtgalejohn #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #curtbuckbucky