#curtbuck

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)

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.

"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