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🤨theres no call for u guys to be talking that close all the time idk

[johnslittlespoon]

disclaimer: ship/nsfw content ahead! obviously this is all fiction, all based off of the tv show characters that the actors portray. no disrespect meant to the real people x

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hello! my name is sam, i'm a 24 yr old queer dude. i made this account to brainrot about mota but ✨gay✨, so if you're chilling on this account, please know that's 99% of my content lol.

main pairings i write for are curtbucky, buckbucky, curtbuck, curtbuckbucky, and kenbuck(y), but i also dabble in the occasional margebuckbucky, bradyken, and curtken, and i'm open to others! (i do not write oc or x reader content tho, sorry!)

i may be slow to reply, but i'm always happy to get to drabble ideas/any sorta brainrot in asks! feel free to send away. :^)

fic update/brainrot tags: tough and sweet (like you and me) (-> old '#leaving bikeriders au' tas posts) you're a dog (i'm your man) general tags: prompt/starter lists i'm taking requests for! –> finished prompt fill drabbles miscellaneous drabbles/writings my yappin' tag all brainrot posts my mota memes/shitposts my edits my art my fics ask replies nsfw posts tag games mota history refs/research pairing tags: buckbucky posts curtbucky posts curtbuckbucky posts (-> prev. tagged curtgalejohn posts) curtbuck posts margebuckbucky posts bradyken posts au (/future wip lol) tags: all of my aus dog–coded bucky things curtbuckbucky nightclub au buckbucky college au clegan puppy play au

my ao3 fics: curtbucky: I See You In The Daytime (I Hear You At Night) curtbuckbucky: The Fuse To My Fire clegan: You Put Your Arms Around Me (And I'm Home) I Don't Wanna Be Alone Tonight Breathe Me In (Exhale Slow) Four–By–Four Wrapped Around Your Finger (You Say That I'm A Home Run) He Calls Me Bunny You're A Dog (I'm Your Man) Ch. 6/8 Tough And Sweet (Like You And Me) Ch. 10/? Only You Can Cool My Desire (TAS AU) kenbuckbucky: Between You And Me (And Him)

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[toosaltycoffee]

at least i'm back, didn't i?

[curtsbigspoon]

ship headcanons? 🤲🏻

I am so sorry anon, I feel I'm too neurodivergent and couldn't figure out whether you meant who I ship in mota, or how I imagine the ship dynamics working. Anyways, have a bit of both!

Rosie x Me (obviously)

Gale x John

Gale x John x Curt

Crosby x Bubbles

Crosby x Rosie

Honestly, I'll ship most of the mfs in this show, they're all attractive and personally? I think they need their ass ate

LAST MINUTE SO I HAVE NOTHING FOR HIM YET BUT KEN VS EVERYONE

Now, headcanons of the pairs?

Rosie x Me: Every night I spread him open and- ((GUNSHOTS))

Gale x John: I might expand on this in a post, because I feel it is very important for the progress of humanities evolution, but, John fucking loves Gale's ass. Downright worships it, thinks it's the perfect shape, likes to take advantage when no one's looking, grabs fistfuls of it until the entire thing's in his palms, until Gale's leaning his head back to hiss, "John," whilst he's all toothy grin kneading it with his fingers. On the other side, when John gets a little too hyped up and starts acting out, Gale's liable to either grab him by the scruff of the collar, or the hair, tug him down real close, voice low, total warning in his voice. John either pipes down immediately like a scolded puppy, or he pushes further, wants to see how far he can go.

Gale x John x Curt: Honestly this might need a separate post because I'll yap my lips off, but I'll give this much at least: Gale leads, he looks after the other two, tries to keep them out of trouble, holds most of the control. Bucky and Curt are like a duo pair, if chaos is happening, it's probably them that caused it. You'll usually find Gale, head in his hands at the scene of the crime, shaking his head, finding them both later with two very guilty expressions on their face. They follow him around like puppies, seeking his praise, his attention, being rivals about it, but also finding love in one another, playing together when Gale's not around to sate them.

Crosby x Bubbles: I haven't thought too much on these two to be clear, but I still like the pairing, and I very much envision them like sweethearts. They've been best friends for as long as they've known one another, always showing up at the end of the other's mission, checking in, updating each other about everything. Finding innocent little ways to brush against one another, risking someone else seeing their hands grazing together whilst they walk because they can just play it off as sheer accident. They laugh when they kiss, giggles falling between the spaces of each other's lips, cheeks flushing rosy, pure sweet joy and adoration.

Crosby x Rosie: Rosie's one of the best pilots and Crosby's a group navigator, of course the two of them find moments to spend time with each other. At first it's for mutual gain, Crosby's looking for someone else to occupy his mind from all the loss, looking for someone to make him feel a little better about himself and the decisions he's making. Rosie gives him that, obvious about his relief when Crosby reassures him of certain mission plans, enjoy the ease of stress to his shoulders - because as much as he loves his crew and his friends, he can never get the guilt out of his head of the responsibility he has to ensure their lives are as secure as his during every flight - Crosby understanding that pressure is something he finds comfort in. They find out that they both share similarities in lack of sleep, deciding to spend the empty hours together rather than alone dwelling in their mourning and guilt. It makes it easier, making each other coffee, sometimes just sitting in silence with the other present, other times taking the pressure off by having a chat and it turns into soft laughter echoing through.

Someone put me down. I can't say more or this will turn into a damn essay. I'm so sorry anon, you probably didn't ask for this, but I had no idea what you meant and it was only meant to be short but then- ((TASER GOES OFF))

If y'all need anything expanded on, or want me to clarify on more specific brainrots, please lemme know I have so much brewing!

[handheldrope]

curtbuck + touch

[johnslittlespoon]

Losing my mind over the “such a good little pup, aren’t you?” smut dialogue BUT- with CurtBuck >:)

Also “one more! Please!” from Curt bc I love a good needy Curt soooo much (and I can’t get over what you said the other day about Curt being whiny and needy compared to John’s feral and growly)

post life affirming sex, they all made it back from Algeria and John’s passed tf out from their previous fucking already and Curt’s so tired and already fucked out but he still has this current of energy running under his skin that he can’t help but squirm around until Gale questions him and he just lets out the sweetest little noise before begging and whining into Gale’s neck and Gale just manhandles Curt around so he can slide into him again, shushing him softly when he whimpers from the overstim of being fucked again but he needs it so bad

Anyway I’m actually insane and I desperately needed to entertain some CurtBuck thoughts soooo bad I just love the chemistry of those two together. John may be his partner in crime, but Gale is the steadying and grounding balance he needs too

- @mangokittokatsu

prompts | omg i'm so excited, i haven't written curtbuck outside of the throuple yet but i love them and they are so underrated, i'm so keen to explore their dynamic more <3 thank you for giving me an excuse to!! ~1k words of nsfw drabble below >:) edit: turned this into a full oneshot and posted it to ao3 :-)

Curt shifts on the sex–ruffled, sweat–damp bed sheets, heart rate slowly returning to a normal pace but still antsy from the buzz rippling up and down his spine, rumbling uncomfortably just below the surface of his skin.

John’s snoring quietly behind him, one long leg tangled with Curt’s, always finding a way to stay connected even in rest. Gale’s still awake, fingers combing through his hair in a way that only serves to stoke the flames lapping at his insides rather than settle them down to warm embers the way the gentle touch usually does.

Curt turns his face further into the gap between him and Gale, pressing his forehead against his warm chest, pulling himself closer with the arm draped over Gale’s waist and crowding into his space. He’s so tired that it feels like a herculean effort just to bridge the few inches, and yet he can’t help but squirm when Gale’s other hand flattens itself against his back, his palm feeling like a branding iron against his too–hot, too–restless body.

He presses his hips forward, raising his chin enough to mouth at the base of Gale’s neck, tasting the salt of summer heat that’s gathered there, whining quietly. The rumble against his lips when Gale chuckles low in his throat has his hips twitching, fingertips pressing into Gale’s back.

“What’s wrong, doll?” The gravelly voice does nothing to aid the frenzied feeling creeping beneath his skin, and he nips at Gale in retaliation, rocking forward into a firm thigh again when the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly.

“Need more,” Curt huffs out a breath when Gale pulls his head back so he can get a good look at him, eyes bleary as he watches the corner of Gale’s mouth twitch with amusement and something akin to hunger.

“You can barely keep your eyes open, baby,” he coos, on the verge of teasing, and a whimper slips out before Curt can stop it.

“Just one more,” he breathes out, eyelashes fluttering as he rolls his hips, pretty certain that he can get himself off on Gale’s thigh if he keeps holding his hair tight like that. “Please, Gale.”

That’s enough to get Gale to move, always weak to his begging, hand firm on his hip as he rolls him over and pulls his back flush against his chest like it’s effortless. It makes Curt’s head spin, mumbling a dazed “fuck” as Gale manhandles him how he wants him, his eyes falling on John’s sleeping form.

“What a needy thing,” Gale hums next to his ear, fingers pressing into Curt’s mouth, and Curt dutifully wets them with a moan, though he’s not sure he could’ve stopped himself from drooling had he tried. Gale pulls his fingers out and reaches between them, taking himself into his hand, slicking himself back up before dragging the head of his cock in a teasing up and down over his hole, and Curt trembles, fingers twisting in the bed sheets.

“Please,” he whines again, pushing his hips back, and Gale takes pity on him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before sliding back into where he’d filled Curt up no more than twenty minutes prior. Curt eyes snap shut, head tilting back, mouth falling open in a choked out cry, verging on the edge of too–sensitive but simultaneously feeling the restlessness be smothered.

Gale hushes him softly, moving his hand to flatten over Curt’s stomach as he pulls him close enough that he’s really only gently rocking his hips into him, a painfully slow back and forth of his cock, but so good and so full, pressing right up against where Curt’s still aching for it even after taking both of them until he had been shaking.

“Oh,” Curt sighs out, clenching around Gale’s cock and feeling his hips stutter forward into him, shuddering at the groan he receives. 

“This what you needed, baby?” Gale grazes his teeth just below his jaw, and Curt nods desperately, rocking back against him, whimpering. The hand on his stomach presses down, and hot tears jump to the corners of his eyes at the sharp–sweet pleasure the added pressure grants him, feeling each drag inside him so much more intensely.

“Gale,” he gasps, writhing against the warm body behind him, hands tightening in the sheets.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” Gale murmurs against his neck, and that’s enough for Curt to reach down and take his own cock into his hand, hissing at the sensitivity but needing the friction so bad that he fights through it, feeling the pillow dampen against the side of his face as tears finally leak out.

Gale pulls back a little more to drive in harder each time, still keeping his movements slow and deep, making sure it’s not too much for him, lips soft where he mouths at the crook of his neck. He rumbles against Curt’s skin, chasing gentle nips with the press of his tongue and light enough suction to not leave lasting marks, panting quiet encouragement and praise when his thrusts start to get messy.

He feels Gale nudge at his hand, knocking it out of the way and replacing it with his own, and Curt moans at the way the heat engulfs him, rocking his hips up into Gale’s hand and back against his cock, over and over as the honey–hot feeling in his stomach builds. It doesn’t take long before all his muscles are tensing, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his strangled sob, shaking hard as he jerks between Gale’s hand and body, making a mess over his knuckles.

Curt nearly convulses when Gale pushes in deep and goes still, spilling into him once again, filling him with a heat that feels like it oozes through his entire body, melting his bones down to nothing and turning his brain to mush as he chants desperate whimpers of Gale’s name into the pillow.

Fresh tears well up from the almost painful friction when he slides out of him a minute later, and he whines in complaint, but Gale leans over him and kisses him better, slow and soft with a hand cupping his face to help him tilt it to the side.

“You’re unreal,” Gale murmurs against his lips, and Curt still flushes, even after everything else.

(+ Curt wakes up in the morning to John working him open on his fingers because they all can’t get enough of each other as is, let alone after the scare that was Algeria, and he’s sore and tired but god does he ever need to be full of him again, so they take it slow and gentle and Gale wakes up to the sight of Curt absolutely enveloped by John’s broad body, and fuck, there they all go again.) (p.s. @mangokittokatsu i'm gonna be so real, i only have to see your @ to know i'm about to be knocked back in my chair by whatever words you decide to grace my inbox with LMAOO i hope this is a solid thanks for all the brainrot you share <3)

[johnslittlespoon]

alrighttt, i'm taking brainrot/drabble/whatever asks with these prompts (but unrelated asks are always welcome too ofc)!

askbox will always be open for these unless i add a lil 'closed' thing to the top of this post :-)

feel free to combine multiple, to specify the pairing/roles or leave it open, lmk if you're chill with nsfw or not, etc etc <3 no request limit, i might not get to them all but i'll do my best! and please mention which list it's from so i can link it in the prompt fill x

feeling the writing vibes for buckbucky, curtbucky, curtbuck, curtbuckbucky, maybe an attempt at some margebuckbucky? would love to do others but i'm just still not confident in my characterization yet so i'll stick to my mains :-)

(also, lmk if you want it to be set in a specific au of mine bc that's fun too! you can find the list of aus in my pinned post :P)

here are the lists:

1. soft sentence starters <3

2. subtle suggestive smut prompts

3. smut dialogue prompts

4. smut phrase/action prompts

5. reasons to cup a face

6. hurt/comfort starters

7. assortment of dialogue prompts

8. various sentence starters

that's a lot LOL but i might add more if i stumble across other good ones <3

–> drabbles will be tagged with #johnslittlespoon prompt fills ♡

expand to check which prompts i've already done (but feel free to request with other ships if you have a unique idea for a reuse <3)

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" – buckbucky

"Spread your legs baby, that's it... wider." – buckbucky

"Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you." + "Oh honey, you're safe now." + "Honey, have you been crying?" – buckbucky

"Such a good little pup." + "One more time! Please!" – curtbuck

"I want to hear you beg." + "Arch your back for me." – buckbucky

Disbelief: Receiver cups sender's face in their hands. – buckbucky

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[johnslittlespoon]

also just wanna say, my ask box is very much open if anyone has brainrot/drabble/headcanon prompts or anything of the like! i am here to write fluff/smut/anything delusional to heal myself and whoever wants to hear me yell about these three idiots/pairings related to them. feel free to spam away <33