#curtsbigspoon headcanons

[curtsbigspoon]

do you have any fav nsfw buck x bucky headcanons/tropes? 👀

Do I ever?! (I have not gone one day without thinking of these men).

Firstly, I see them both as switches. 

Now before you scream at me and say I’m insane, you need to hear me out.

John is a very feral man. He’s impulsive, reckless, has probably gotten too drunk and pulled Gale down onto his lap in front of everyone before. 

“You missed the chair,” he’d tease, and Gale would roll his eyes, dragging himself off, face one of humour until he leans into John’s ear. “Cut it out, Bucky.”

John likes challenges. He’ll see how far he can get, sinking his hand under the table, nails grazing Gale’s knee, fingers massaging the insides of his thighs, doing everything he can until probably just outright grabbing at Gale’s bulge, palm swallowing it completely. 

He likes how he’s bigger than Gale, likes feeling himself press up behind them, crowding them up against the wall of an alleyway or bending them over something and letting his hands take full grasp of the blond’s pretty perfect cheeks. 

He likes to leave marks even though Gale tells him off and scolds him for it, likes to sink his teeth in wherever he can get, make sure whoever sees Gale as vulnerably as he does immediately understands he's claimed.

Gale might have the control, the final word, but John tests the limits, usually the one to be initiating something. 

That’s not to say Gale plays no part in this. 

No, he’s the one that lets John get away with it, might punish the brunet in some way just to teach a lesson. In their line of work, it’s not safe to be risking stuff on a daily basis, even if they are careful. Well, even if Gale is. 

Still, he holds the leash, he tightens and loosens the collar, he calls the orders.

He’s the one to sit down on the edge of his bunk, spreading his legs, watching John kneel between them. He pats his thighs, slips his fingers in, grasping the locks and guiding them however he likes.

He definitely spoils John. 

Lets himself sink onto their lap, lets them ride their cock inside of him, cooing and whispering soft little praises and petting at John’s face.

Lets himself be gentle when John offers himself up for Gale to take as he pleases.

Because John would give Gale anything and everything he asked for. 

I have no idea if this was nsfw for you wee whores, so let me know if you want me to get more straight to the point next time. Sorry this is so overdue.

[curtsbigspoon]

HEADCANON: Ken’s got crushes on EVERYBODY, because you know, he works on their planes all the time, knows them like the back of his hand, and all the guys know that he’s down bad for pretty much every flyboy, so they heap affection on him. They all love their ground crew chief with all their hearts.

OH MY GOD YES! YOU GET IT!

He's honestly like a little wife to all of them, you know. He doesn't get to go on any of the missions but he's always waiting when they get back, immediately at their side, ready to fix their ships to make sure they're safe for the next one.

It's hard for him to see all the men he's got a crush on coming back injured, or missing, or-

Well, he tries not to think on it, tries to be grateful for those he still has.

They worship him, ruffling his hair, swinging their arm around him, pulling him to them. Sometimes the groups will hoist him up if he's done something particularly impressive or tough. He'll beam, flushing from all the attention, from all the contact.

He's like a little puppy dog, following them around when they're out on base, hoping they'll come visit him, tail practically wagging the moment he spots company.

He gets bashful when they compliment his efforts, knowing it's because he tries his best, but still unable to handle people calling him out on his worth because it gets him so flustered.

They have pet names for him, a lot of the boys will be like: "Oh where's my sweetheart?" "Where's my little Kenny?" "C'mere darlin, did you miss me?" Etc etc

It's meant to just be playful, but it has a real reaction on him. He thinks about it when he goes to sleep, feels how his cheeks warm, already planning out what he'll say in return the next time someone says something like that to him. "Honey, welcome home!" The idea of saying that has him pressing his cheek into his pillow, picturing one of the soldiers leaning down, sweeping him up into his arms like a bride.

He groans from the thought, hating himself for how hot it makes him feel inside his clothes, and then-

Anyways, you get the idea!

[curtsbigspoon]

So I already sent one in- But I had to delete my account because something went absolutely hay-wire with it, It's under the same name- But I'm not sure if it'll translate back- But I asked about Crosby anything. I'd bite at the bar of my fucking cage for it. I'm obsessed with Crosby, I'm not sure if you do write anything about him. If you don't, that's completely fine. Just ignore this if that's the case. I've just been dying for any crumbs of Crosby content-

My ask box is otherwise empty so I'm assuming it got deleted with your account. But fear not sweet creature, ask and ye shall recieve!

I did ask my pookie @johnslittlespoon a little about this one, just because as much as I do love cros and do intend on writing him and stuff, I haven't had a lot of chances yet, other than my most recent post where I spoke about him x bubbles as well as him x rosie. But i wanted to deliver still, so I can give you some more headcanons.

Feel free to ask for like more thought out stuff, or snippet things because I will attempt, I just never know what to provide unless someone is specific so forgive me 😭SPOILERS AHEAD BOYS!!!

crosby has always drank black coffee, ever since he got the taste of it, can't stick anything else. the first time bubbles offers to make him a cup he doesn't think to specify, is just grateful enough that they offered. it takes a lot for him to swallow his first sip, tries not to make it obvious, offering a smile and a nod. he's so used to taking sips whilst he's deep in his work that he inevitably winds up finishing the cup. gets up to go and make himself another, desperate for his preferred taste, only for bubbles to spawn out of nowhere offering to get him another one. he tries to politely decline but "i was gonna make myself one anyhow" and now he can't refuse or he'll look rude.

this bit's a tiny bit angsty but after bubbles dies, crosby can't drink the sweet stuff again. he tries to for the very first time after hearing, thinks it'll be something to to keep the memory. but it gets too hard, he winds up being sick, goes back to drinking black coffee because he can't stand the reminder of losing his best friend. well, up until he's deep in work and rosie comes along to see how he's doing, brings him a cup, and it's sweet and he probably drops his face into his hands and gets worked up but- (GUNSHOTS)

this one's especially based on the newest episode but, crosby's used to being seen as more timid right? will immediately stand up to admit when he's done something wrong but before it even gets to that point you can see it eating away at him. he might be able to handle a few comments here and there about himself, never quite willing to turn hostile because it's war, there's worse things happening and it's not worth getting worked up over. but the minute you say a single bad thing about his friends? oh it's over. he'll use his authority, put the fear of god into you, suddenly snap out of nowhere, no a soul can sense it's coming. he means business.

once again talked about in my last post but this man does not sleep, whether it's because of work or anxiety. he probably gets up and paces about, maybe goes to sit outside, goes somewhere, anywhere to clear his head. (angst) but he probably goes somewhere he knows he'll be alone, will talk to bubbles as if he's sitting beside him, laugh about good stuff that's happened, spill his guts about the things eating away at him, referring to fond memories they used to share.