#Rosie Rosenthal smut

[scuttle-buttle]

Co-Pilots

Nobody asked for this. I have the flu. I needed something nice to focus on and apparently this was it. Blame @lorna-d-m my partner in crime :) also kudos to winniemaywebber and sagesolscitcewrites because i def read all their stuff and was vibing it and the pet names and stuff sooo hard

Rated: 18+

Word Count: approx. 3k

Tags: MMF, fluff and reassurance, mentions of wartime ptsd, body confidence issues, mentions of having children, PiV sex, female receiving oral, male receiving oral, voyeurism, no stated use of contraception

A/N: Croz is referred to as Crosby, Harry, and Bing in this (so as not to confuse). And idk what rank Rosie is by this point so were just going with Major

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The bright lights blinded you the first time you walked through New York City; tonight was no different. Flashes of neon whites, golds, blues, reds, lit up your path as you entered the lobby to the Ritz hotel. Your husband had made arrangements for you to meet him in the city much as he had a near 2 years ago during the height of the war. You wanted to meet him at the airport. Crosby insisted he find you at the hotel. And now, with Hitler defeated, he was on his way home. For good. 

His phone call had startled you. Usually, you wrote him weekly, sometimes more if you felt lonesome. Harry’s letters were less frequent, but no less loving. Little Steve kept you more than busy most days, back home safe terrorizing your mother and father while you got some rest and relaxation with your Bing in the big city. The toddler was a shining light in your dark days. He had the same dark curls, the same downturned eyes as his father. A piece of your love that was yours no matter what the war brought - or took.

You’d nearly lost your footing when you heard his voice, gruff and mellow, across the line. Darlin’ it's me, he'd said, I'm coming home but I've got some business to finish in the city, meet me there. I'm bringing Rosie, you remember him yeah? Said he'll take us dancing at the best jazz spots. I love you Mrs. Crosby. See you soon.

Now you wait in the lobby for your love and his friend.

Minutes tick by as you wait. Maybe the plane was late? Maybe they had to meet somewhere after landing to debrief? Maybe there was a problem with the engine? Just as your maybes started to drown out the chatter and bustle around you a voice rang out.

“Well ho-ly mackerel, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes Mrs. Crosby.”

The sight of your husband had you dashing into his waiting arms. Tears streamed down your face as you kissed him senseless over and over and over. Crosby couldn’t contain his laughter at your reaction, nor did he bother hiding it when he wiped his eyes dry. 

“I’ve missed you so much Bing.”

His forehead rested on yours. “God how I’ve missed you too, Darlin’.” 

Over his shoulder you notice a taller man, stylish moustache and curls neatly gelled into place, attempting to avert his eyes and give your reunion privacy. You were struck by how attractive he was. “Bing?”

“Oh!” Harry takes a step back. “Darlin’ this is Robert Rosenthal - or Rosie as us boys like to call him.”

Rosie gives a toothy smile and holds out his hand for a firm shake; “so nice to meet you, Mrs. Crosby. Croz here has told me all about you.”

Giving your husband a raised eyebrow, you ask “all good things I hope?”

Both men chuckle. “Only the best, ma’am.” 

The three of you settled into your rooms before deciding that a celebration was in order. Rosie commandeered the evening, promising only the best jazz New York had to offer. Drinks flowed, the band jived, and couples danced the night away. 

Night after night, Rosie took you somewhere new. You’d split your time whirling the dancefloor between both your husband and his pilot friend, never satisfied until your feet ached. Harry claimed all the slow dances, nestled up close to your body. But Rosie? He got the fast-paced, jumping, hip swaying swing that Crosby claimed he couldn’t keep up with. Two left feet, he’d claim. Each morning after you slept in the plush, luxurious Ritz bed until lunchtime while they attended to their military duties. 

Friday rolled around. It had been a week of this routine. You should’ve been exhausted, you should’ve wanted to slow down - after all you were no spring chicken anymore. Yet, something about being in the arms of your husband and Rosie as you swayed to Duke Ellington, Benny Goodman, and Glen Miller felt so right. 

When the barkeep yelled for “last call” you knew it was time to retire for the evening.

“Say, why don’t you come have a nightcap in our room, Rosie? Crosby asked.

The three of you settle into the living room of the suite assigned to you and your husband. Bing plops into an armchair with a satisfied huff. You join Rosenthal on the loveseat, a respectable distance inbetween. A bottle of whisky sits open on the fireplace mantle. Conversation comes and goes as the trio fall from the high of the night. It’s easy. Almost makes the boys forget the horrors they endured in Europe. 

Around 1am the conversation begins to lull as you finish regaling the group with a story of the shenanigans you and your girlfriends would get up to during university days. “-You think you boys were bad flying all around in your skivvies, but it was nothing compared to us girls that night!” Laughter filled the room until all had let it trickle to a close; the silence was warm like the fireplace embers. Robert sat enraptured by your story, by your beauty, by the thought of you under that blue dress and all your curves. He knew he shouldn’t have noticed…..he was just a man after all. And with the things he’d seen? Could you really blame him?

“How long’s it been Rosie?” The question broke the man’s gaze from you and directed it towards Crosby. He didn’t know it was so obvious. 

Rosie was about to stumble out an answer, an apology for looking at you like that, he doesn’t know, when Croz interrupts again. “When’s the last time you felt the touch of a good woman, Rosie?” Harry waits for an answer. Rosenthal can feel his face heat; he runs his fingers through his hair mussing the curls out of place. This confident Crosby was much bolder than the one he’d met when he first shipped out to the 100th. “Before the war?” There is no judgment in his eyes, no disdain or hesitation towards his comrade as he asks. Rosie shakes his head in affirmation. His glass clinks against the table as he sets it down, whisky unfinished.

Crosby sighs. “Too long.”

“Too damn long…” Rosie agrees in a mumble. 

You sit and watch the boys in rapt attention before meeting Bing's chocolatey eyes. Rosenthal is a good man, a great one from what your husband’s letters proved, and he deserves kindness and softness after all he’s been through. They both do. A delicate hand moves to rest on Rosie’s knee where he sits next to you. His brow furrows. The Major flits his gaze between you and your husband.

In all seriousness Crosby says “It’s alright, I don’t mind.” He tilts his head forward in permission, a silent go ahead. 

The navigator noticed how Rosie looked at you all night, how you returned the glances like a game of chicken. Each admiring but neither willing to do anything about it. How the two of you danced around the club without a care in the world at his insistence. He hadn’t seen Rosie smile like that in ages. He knew you hadn’t laughed like that since before he announced he was heading to the front. You definitely were reveling in the attention of both men tonight. This was never something you had discussed with your husband; somehow you just knew each other well enough even after so long apart to know that it was okay. It was something you both wanted.

Your fingers drifted higher on Rosie’s thigh; not enough to be indecent, but enough to get the message across. His larger palm came to rest atop yours, stopping the movement. “You uh- you’re okay with this?” the Brooklyn native questioned. 

Without hesitation you reassure “I am.” 

In a measured, almost odd approach Rosenthal shifts towards you. His lips hover over your cheek for a moment before the softest kiss brushes your skin. The whiskers of his mustache tickle. You can’t help the grin that threatens to break. He continues to kiss along your cheek, once, twice, thrice, each getting closer to your waiting lips. Finally, his chapped lips meet yours. This kiss is awkward at first as he gathers his bearing, quickly finding a rhythm as if no time had passed since he last kissed a pretty dame.

Crosby sunk deeper into his chair as he watched. He could feel the tell-tale sign of his slacks becoming tighter as he watched his best girl and his best friend. “She loves it when you kiss her neck,” he instructed with that smirk of his. Rosie dragged his lips to your throat. “Little lower-” again he shifted “-right there.” A moan slipped from your parted lips as your body warred with the directions from your husband and the attentions from your lover. 

The room felt stifling. Rosie’s coat, your dress, his shirt, your stockings, his trousers, your brassiere - each fluttered off to the floor one by one. Even Bing had lost his button down. 

The Major guided you onto your back along the couch, trailing open mouthed kisses down your sternum, along your breasts. A moment of clarity passed your mind that your body was different now than the last time you had been made love to, whether by your husband or not, since the baby. Your breasts weren't as pert, your stomach was softer than it used to be. Lips pursed, you let out a small sigh. 

“What’s wrong darlin’?” Bing asked. The navigator leaned towards you, brushing a strand of fallen hair from your face. “You know I can read you better than any map.” Rosie stopped and rested his chin on your abdomen to look up. 

“We can stop,” Rosie offered.

“No, It’s silly…” you tried to brush off.

Both men came to your defense immediately. Looking between the two you finally settle on your husband’s face. “It’s just that… since the last time we saw each other I’m different. My body changed and- I don’t know. I want it to be enough for you. For you both,” you add with a look to Rosie.

Crosby drops from the chair to his knees before you. “My pretty girl.” He kisses you slowly. “We’ve all changed.” From below Rosie adds nothing is the same. “You are still the most beautiful, most incredible, woman I’ve ever seen. Gosh - you’re my wife. Mrs. Crosby! I would fight to the ends of the earth to come home to you.” Softer he adds “I did fight to come home to you… and to bring this flak-happy bastard along too,” he laughed, nudging his elbow at his mate. “Now be a good girl and let us treat you right.” At your nod Rosie resumes his ascent down your waiting body. 

With a flourish your panties are gone, your dripping center exposed to his hungry stare. “What does she like, Croz? Because I'm not stopping until she comes begging all over my tongue.” He licks a deep stripe along your slit. “Sweet as sugar, babydoll.” Gone is the man unsure of himself, and in place is a god amongst men who knows exactly what he wants. It’s all you can do to hold on as Rosie devours you at your husband’s suggestions. Fingers dig into the cushions, tangle into his curls as you writhe under him. 

Rosie puts in his best effort to undo you; your husband saunters up to your face, his pants long forgotten. Cock stiff and ready, dripping with need, he runs the tip of his thumb against your bottom lip. Your teeth nibble at the pad.  “Think you can take me too, darlin’?” A whimpered please is all that comes out.

A cacophony of moans fills the air as your senses are assaulted - Rosie latched to your pussy like a lifeline and your Crosby’s cock deep inside your mouth. “That’s it darlin’, just like that. I bet you missed me, huh? I can tell you did, sweet girl. Fuck I missed you….” 

You gave him everything you had as you licked and sucked at his length. You could have sworn it was bigger than you remembered. He could tell by the look in your eyes you were getting closer, hell he was too. Lord knew he didn’t want to finish like some schoolboy in your lovely mouth. Crosby pulled himself out and you gasped for air. Cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down your temple he turned to his partner. “Use your fingers Rose, drives her wild when you crook them up inside her ‘n don't be afraid to get rough - give her a nip.” He punctuated the end of his command with a nip of his own to your throat. Rosie did exactly as instructed, sending you careening further to the edge and hips bucking.

“Oh- please Rosie- oh god don’t stop-” tumbles out as you start to fall. You swear you feel him humming against your clit as his fingers burn pleasure into your skin.

“That’s it darlin’, just let go for him. Being such a good girl for us,” croons your Bing.

When it all gets too much you gently push him from you. He goes gracefully, dropping chaste kisses to your thighs and hips. Despite feeling like a bowl of jello you remember your purpose tonight - to give Rosie a proper homecoming. 

Sitting up you demand he rid himself of his trousers. 

He grins. “Yes ma’am.” 

Just as Rosie goes to cover your body again you place your hand on his broad chest, pushing until he is in a sitting position. You quickly seat yourself over his lap, his length resting against you. Grinding down, he grunts. “Let me take care of you Rosie, it’s okay.” Kissing his temple, the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple, you repeat “I want to take care of you dear, let me.”

With another roll of your hips he enters you. He feels different than your husband, but no less wonderful. Rosie’s hands land firmly on your hips as you rock above him. He knows he won't last long, you feel too good. “God Croz how do you do it? She’s so- ugh fuck” he grunts, head tossed back as you squeeze his length. 

“I know, Rose, I know. Just like heaven.” Your husband rubs your back as you move.

Rosenthal buries his face in the crook of your neck, his whimpers muffled so that only you can hear. There are no words for him to describe this feeling: the feeling of being comforted, the feeling of warmth, the feeling of home inside you, even if just for tonight. He almost feels a tear spring to his eyes. Circling your arms around his shoulders you remind him that you’ve got him, that he’s safe, that you're here. You pick up the pace as you ride him, bringing him closer and closer to his fate. His pelvis bucks up to meet yours with every roll.

“Honey I- I’m getting real close.”

You seal your lips on his; “I’ve got you, Rosie. I want you to come for me dear.”

With a deep groan he lifts you off his cock, his spend covering your stomachs and lap in a sticky mess. You hold him as he comes down from his high. 

“That was wonderful, thank you…just, thank you.” You kiss him once more; he knows he doesn’t have to thank you for anything, but he does because he’s Rosie. He carefully cleans you of his come with his discarded undershirt.

Crosby drops his lips to the crown of your head, beginning to pull the pins out of your carefully styled hair. “Come here, Darlin’.” He helps to lift you from his colleagues’ lap. “I wanna make love to my wife.” 

In seconds you’re on the floor under Crosby, his cock already buried to the hilt within you. Neither of you move as you both enjoy the feel of each other reunited as husband and wife. Whispered streams of I love you and I missed you and fuck you feel so good tumble from your lips, barely an inch apart. Harry would never need a map to know the curves, the sensitive spots, the constellations of beauty marks on your body - he knew it better in his memory than any map he could chart.

Besides you on the couch Rosie has slumped over to lay down, his arm hanging off towards you. Every breath of your husband’s puffs against your neck, every tickle of hair from across his chest reminds you that he’s here and he’s alive and he’s yours. Emotion overwhelmed you; “Bing, love please, I need you.”

Crosby hitches your thigh up and around his hip; “I’m here Darlin’.” With that he starts to thrust within your walls. His lithe body moves with a power you had nearly forgotten. Each roll of his hips he pounds into you harder, faster, with abandon; his dog tags cool against your breasts where they hung. Harry was a gentle man, but held so much emotion inside. He could let go with you. 

Your next orgasm was building, hotter and faster than the first. Nails raking down your husband’s back, you reached out your other to grab hold of Rosie’s outstretched palm. The slap of skin echoed around the room, mixed with the crackle of the fire and the sound of heaving breaths. 

An inferno raged within you. Every touch, every movement atop you sent sparks down every nerve ending. You didn’t know where you stopped and your husband began. “Fuck Bing mmmm- Harry please-” The rug beneath you rubbed your back raw but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as long as he kept going.

Crosby had his thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit in an instant. “Tell me you’re close, I need you to come Darlin’.” You couldn’t catch your breath so you nodded the best you could while squeezing the life out of Rosie’s fingers.  

Another snap of his hips and you’re gone, obliterated. Everything felt euphoric and white-hot. Crosby follows suit, his release filling you and your name on his tongue. Bruises will surely linger on your thighs. 

There you lay, tangled in the afterglow, your loving husband above you stroking his knuckles against your side and your new lover’s hand in yours. No words needed to be spoken. The moment you shared would be seared into your mind forever playing on repeat. God forbid another crisis happened that would ship your boys out and away from you - yet if it did you would hold on to tonight like a talisman. It had been a long four years, and longer so for them. But the war was won, with spoils a plenty. 

Finally. 

Lips meeting your Bing’s sweat-slicked forehead, your grip on Rosenthal tightens. “Welcome home my boys, welcome home.”  

Tags: @sagesolsticewrites @winniemaywebber @sailorscuttle @thirstyvampyr @hellfirequinnie @lorna-d-m

[sagesolsticewrites]

Welcome Home

Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him

Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for making a whole playlist for this fic??? What??? What in the world did I do to deserve such wonderful friends 😭

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), some dom/sub dynamics if you squint (Rosie’s switchyyyy in this 🥰), swearing, mentions of scars/wounds, historical inaccuracies (18+! minors begone!)

Word count: 1.8k!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist

You wait anxiously on the train platform, amongst a hundred other wives and mothers and friends waiting for their loved ones’ safe return.

When Rosie had told you that he was re-enlisting after his first tour… a thousand emotions had run through you at once. Terror. Disbelief. Pride. Of course your Robert wouldn’t be satisfied until the job was finished.

And now it was. Germany had surrendered, and Rosie was finally coming home to you.

There was a hiss and a squeal as the long-awaited train pulled to a stop, and then a cacophony of shouting and joyous cheers as loved ones called to each other.

You scan the sea of joyful reunions, searching for a familiar head of curls.

A shout of your name makes you turn your head, and there he is.

Eyes sparkling, mustache neatly groomed, looking as handsome as ever in his dress uniform, stood Rosie.

Your feet carry you to him as if they have a mind of their own, and Rosie fights through the crowd to meet you halfway, catching you as you launch yourself into his arms.

You laugh in disbelief— he’s here, holding you, he’s real— as you urgently press your lips to his, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back spilling over your cheeks.

You pull away just enough to catch your breath, noses pressed together, lips brushing as you murmur soft, hurried greetings of “welcome home, baby,” “missed you so much,” “so, so proud of you.”

After what feels like an eternity of being back in his arms, lips locked in a passionate kiss, Rosie pulls away just slightly.

“Take me home, honey pie,” he murmurs, and you nod eagerly.

You let out a yelp of surprise as, rather than setting you down to lead you out to the car, Rosie simply turns and carries you out to the lot with you securely in his arms.

He pulls you in for yet another urgent kiss when he sets you down as you arrive at the car, and the promise of more sparking in his eyes has you speeding to your Brooklyn apartment.

It’s difficult to unlock the door with his lips attacking your neck, never mind his wandering hands, but you manage it, and close it quickly behind you as Rosie wastes no time in leading you to your bedroom.

“I missed you,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling you flush against him, his hands resting low on your waist, “so much, honey.”

“Missed you,” you whimper, fumbling with the buttons as you make quick work of tossing his jacket off to some corner of your room as he does the same to your dress.

He catches on quickly, yanking off his tie and drab olive shirt, leaving him just in his slacks as he walks you backwards, leaving a trail of hot kisses all down your neck.

“Been dreaming about this for so long,” he mumbles against your skin, “Thinkin’ about what I was gonna do to you when I got home.”

You shiver as he lays you down gently on the bed, his fingertips tracing the satin edges of your brassiere.

“Want me to show you?”

His voice is hoarse and raspy against your ear, making goosebumps appear all over you.

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands wandering over his exposed skin for the first time in far too long, “Please.”

You feel him grin against your skin as his mouth attacks your neck, making your back arch off the bed. 

Once your neck has been thoroughly kissed, sucked, and nipped into submission, he steps back to admire his handiwork.

You let his gaze linger on you until you can’t stand it and lift one leg to nudge him into doing something, your breath hitching when he grabs your ankle, his eyes darkening.

A glint in his eye, he bends down to brush a kiss to your ankle, your calf, your knee… he kisses his way up your leg, making you whine when he avoids your increasingly damp core in favor of continuing his path up to your hipbone. He stops to scatter kisses all along your stomach before mouthing at the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of your brassiere.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your breast reverently, “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, trailing his lips to wrap around your nipple and suck.

His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he swirls his tongue around your peaked bud, pulling away with a pop to turn his attention to your other breast. 

Your hand buries itself in his curls as he pulls away once more, tugging him up for a kiss. His tongue meets yours as you moan into his mouth, grinding up into him with a whine in an attempt to ease the pressure in your core.

“I gotcha, honey, I gotcha,” he breathes against your lips, his searing blue gaze locking on yours as his mouth follows a trail down, down, down to the waistband of your panties.

“Robbie,” you whine, the old nickname tumbling from your lips as he digs his teeth softly into the flesh above your waistband, gently easing your underwear off.

“Oh, honey,” he gasps, taking in your damp core, “When I tell you I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Before you can grind out an impatient stop talking, his mouth is on you.

You moan, long and loud, as he licks deep through your folds, his nose at the perfect angle to add just the right amount of pressure to your clit.

“Shit, darling,” he groans as he licks and sucks at your core, the vibrations making your toes curl, “Taste even better than I remembered, fuck—”

Unable to keep eye contact, your head falls back against the bed with a choked whine, your hands finding their way down to grip at Robert’s curls.

Each talented movement of his tongue brings you closer to release, that string of tension in your belly growing tighter and tighter. 

Robert’s tongue brushes a very particular spot inside you that has you gasping for air, giving his curls a particularly aggressive yank, which in turn causes him to growl against you— and that’s the moment that the string snaps and sends you over the edge.

You feel Robert’s mouth move frantically against you as you ride out your orgasm, his mouth and mustache damp with your release as he pulls away, brushing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing that, honey,” he says, kissing his way back up to your mouth, “But none of them came close to the real thing.”

You smile into the kiss before he pulls away, hovering over you.

You take the chance to scan over Rosie’s body, tracing the lines and curves of him with your fingertips, taking in the scars and scrapes and bruises.

He freezes above you, avoiding your eyes as you try to meet his gaze, concerned.

Eventually, you realize what he’s having difficulty with.

“Robbie,” you say softly, cupping his cheek so his eyes meet yours once more, “You’re beautiful. These scars don’t change that. And I know you may not believe me right now—” you begin to brush featherlight kisses to the scrapes and bruises decorating his face and neck, “— but I’ll keep reminding you every day until you do.”

At his unconvinced nod, you take a chance. You leverage your weight and flip so that you’re now the one hovering over him.

“These scars—” you say between gentle kisses to each and every mark decorating his skin, “are a reminder to you and everyone who knows you that you’re a fighter. You— you stayed, honey, you did what you knew was right and saw it through to the end and even though I was absolutely terrified of losing you—” you inhale shakily as some of the fear you’d felt over the past few months seeps into your voice before you collect yourself, “I couldn’t be prouder. My brave, brave boy.”

You capture his lips in a tender yet heated kiss, and he melts against you, one hand moving up to fist into your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer.

You slowly begin to grind against him, your bare skin gliding deliciously against the fabric of his slacks covering the bulge at the apex of his thighs.

“Sweetheart, I—” he gasps desperately into your mouth, “shit, I need to be inside you. Lemme show my girl how much I missed her, please—”

You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth as you fumble with his belt, Rosie wriggling out of his slacks and boxers impatiently.

You can’t resist grinding against him a few times, his breath catching at the feeling of your damp folds gliding against his bare cock.

“Honey,” he whines, burying his face in your neck, “Quit teasing, please, waited so long for this, lemme fuck you, please—”

You relent, nearly as unable to stand your own teasing as he is. Your breaths mingle as he positions himself at your entrance and you slowly, slowly, sink down onto him, biting back a stuttering moan as you stretch around him.

“Oh sweetheart,” Rosie groans, pretty blue eyes fluttering shut, “Fuck— you feel so good, honey, so tight—”

You whine at the praise, slowly rocking in his lap as you adjust to his size, gradually moving up and down his length at a toe-curlingly slow pace.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he gasps into your mouth, gripping at your hips in a futile attempt to speed you up, “Shit, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

An entirely too innocent giggle escapes you as you continue to ride him agonizingly slowly, teasing yourself as much as him. 

After several minutes of teasing, Robert’s soft pleading only adding to the growing tension in your core — “waited so long for this, honey, please, please don’t make me wait any longer,”— your breathing becomes heavy. Robert’s hands wander over every inch of you, leaving trails of fire as you finally, finally, speed up in earnest.

“Robbie,” you gasp, “Missed this so much, baby, missed you—”

“Missed you more, sweet girl,” he breathes, burying his face in your neck to muffle the stuttering moan that escapes him, “F-fuck, ‘m gonna—”

“C’mon, baby, please,” you breathe into his ear, fisting his curls as you feel your orgasm building, “‘M right there, please, Robbie…”

His fingers dig into your skin, groaning your name, hips stuttering as he spills into you, your release following almost immediately after.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, Robert letting out a soft whine as you carefully lift yourself off of him.

“I’m so, so happy you’re home, honey,” you whisper breathlessly as you curl up next to him on the bed, fingertips tracing his jaw, pulling him close so your noses brush, “I love you.”

“I love you more, honey pie,” comes Rosie’s soft reply, grinning against your lips as he pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss.

[bellewintersroe]

Robert ‘Rosie Rosenthal’ x Reader 18+

Rosie is down badddddd for you, friends to lovers, making out, Rosie lovessss eating u out omg. Premature ejaculation? Rosie’s a respectful mf but gets down and dirty when the time is right aka in the lounge area of the Flak house. Smutty smut smut.

Friends, friends, that’s all you were. You both tried to remind yourself of that when you were, but it was pretty hard with the way you were looking at each other, the way your chest was heaving and falling, the way Rosie’s hand moved up the bare of your thigh. This is all Rosie had sinfully thought about for the past months he’d known you. At first, he tried to repress such thoughts, focusing on flying and flying only. But as you both grew closer and you became more irresistible he found your company addictive. It was only a matter of time before he-

“God, c’mere.” Rosie leant forwards, pulling you into him as your lips collided, moulding perfect against each other’s soft skin, each letting out a moan of relief at the sensation. You’d wanted Rosie badly, in fact you’d yearned for him, now, you were crawling onto his lap, aching to take things as far as Rosie was willing to go.

The noise that escaped Rosie’s throat was foreign to you, but it burned your desire deeper, igniting a fire within your core. His hands pressed to your skin, fingering at your hair, your scalp, your slip dress. It didn’t take long before the two of you were pulling the old, knitted navy jumper you wore, freeing you and exposing the satin dress you’d worn.

Rosie’s bottom lip dropped agape, scanning down your body, stunned at the sight of your body. He’d never seen you like this before, only in his deepest and darkest fantasy’s. Your breasts were full, nipples pert against the baby pink fabric that didn’t do alot to conceal you and your chest expanded with every shaky breath you’d inhale into your lungs.

“Rosie.” You hushed, voice airy and pleading to be touched. Between your legs you were beginning to crave the friction of his touch, your skin burned for his hands. Rosie was in complete awe, your fingers tightening against the curls on his head as he moved forwards, pressing firm yet loving kisses all over your newly exposed skin. He’d kiss every inch of you if he could, if he wasn’t so… impatient. The bulge in Rosie’s trousers grew quicker than he expected, the way your crotch would brush against him made his kisses become faster and faster, more rushed as he slipped off the strap of your slip with a breath of air fanning against your hot skin.

When his lips came in contact with your nipple, you dropped your head began with a strained moan, your whole body tingling as he divulged in your breasts. His tongue flickered against your sensitive bud, sucking and kissing like his life depended on it. Rosie had always been a boob man, now more so than ever…

After all those months of you bundled up in your nurses uniform, acting all innocent and sweet, Rosie was almost shocked to see you like this. That he would be if he wasn’t acting like a dog in heat, rolling his hips into your own. With every sweet hum and moan Rosie was spurred on further, gripping tighter at your skin, pulling you to lay down below him on the couch.

The lounge of the Flak house was empty beside the two of you. Neither of you considered the possibility of somebody interrupting, everybody was sound asleep whilst the two of you sought for each other’s company. Rosie was grateful he found you down here.

His mouth lowered, pulling at your dress and licking over your hot skin. You were writhing below him, grasping onto his hair, his shoulders, breathing becoming faster as he left kisses closer to your pussy. Rosie had only done this a handful of times, and not with more than two women, but god, he wanted to taste you, he wanted to make you feel good. He was a gentleman. At least if he was going to divulge in you he wanted the pleasure to be on your behalf and not selfishly take that from you.

You were breathing fast, panting out loud and Rosie could feel the tightness of your fingers against his top, spurring him on further. He worried about mistaking your eagerness for nerves, glancing up to meet your eye when he hooked his fingers around your panties.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, feeling nervous yourself. You smiled, nodding with a breath and allowing him to free you completely of your underwear. Propping yourself up, you watched as he discarded your underwear onto the floor beside you, gazing to him in a momentary shock that Rosie was about to go down on you. Both of you were a little confused as to how this had happened so fast, staring back to the person they once called a friend.

Rosie glanced down to your pussy, so inviting, already wet from the intensity of the moment. He attached his lips to you, spreading your legs a little wider so he could comfortably settle, thighs resting on his strong forearms. From the moment his lips touched your heat you were a gonner. Your head dropped back once again to the pillow with a moan that dizzied the man between your legs.

You tasted so good. Rosie wanted to tell you, but despite being between your legs he somehow felt rather nervous to admit it. Instead he groaned, licking up your wetness, over your clit, clearly enjoying himself as he ground himself into the sofa below. Rosie knew immediately he was getting carried away, lost within every sound you made. You reached down, entwining both your fingers with his, meeting his blue eyes once again. You’d never pinned Rosie to be like… this. So skilled and borderline sinful. It was a more than welcomed surprise, but you felt comfortable, trusting the man considering how gentle he was with every single one of his movements.

Rosie thought he could happily be down there for hours, lapping up at your cunt as he pressed his tongue flat to your clit, earning several more high pitched moans to leave your lips. Your whole body was relaxed, melted like putty in the pilots hands. The hair that littered his upper lip was brushing against your pussy lips, but you didn’t care, the burn of it felt good.

“Oh, Rosie, that feels so good.” You sighed, your hand leaving his to snatch onto the pillow behind you. Rosie glanced up to you, humming to indicate he’d listened as he continued the action, feeling your hips becoming more and more tense as they arose from the plush of the sofa below.

Your gentle moans and breaths had slowly become ragged, you struggled to hold them back and you were practically riding Rosenthal’s face. Rosie pushed his hips harder into the couch, eyes scrunching as he let out an inwards moan, lowering his mouth to push his tongue towards your entrance before licking back up to your sensitive bud, just the way you liked.

With his free hand he pushed your leg further up to spread on the side of the couch, completely open for him now as he jumped at the pillow below. Fuck, he thought. This was too good. He wanted to stop himself, reserve his pleasure for a different time, but the way you whined and choked out for him, pleading his name was something Rosie couldn’t control how he felt about.

Your eyes snapped open, staring at the roof above as a familiar heat washed through you, one you hadn’t feel for a long time. You gasped, hand snatching into his hair, gripping him closer to your pussy.

“Oh god, oh my god, don’t stop. Rosie- I- fuck! Oh I’m gonna cum.” Hearing the words even fall from your lips had him panting and groaning, he’d never so much as heard you swear before, let alone hear you like this. Every muscle in your body began tensing, your legs were quivering and you were moaning out loud, cursing out strings of incoherent words and repeating his name like a mantra.

With every angelic cry of his name, Rosie felt his cock beginning to twitch more and more. He’d pulled his hips back abruptly, but it was too late and a coil he didn’t even realise had formed completely snapped and he came with a manly groan, eyes fluttering shut as his lips remained sealed around your clit.

“Oh I’m cumming!” You squealed, your climax following within seconds as the throbs of your ecstasy rattled through your body. Rosie continued to pleasure you, tasting your juices as he panted and groaned against your core, feeling his pants grow wet from where he’d finished.

Your body relaxed and you rested back against with a satisfied moan, fingers caressing through his curls in amazement. Hearing your breaths slow and feeling your legs slowly lax, Rosie kissed at your thighs, pushing himself up slightly so he was rested above you. He was pink in the cheeks, panting with a dazed out expression on his face.

“Jesus you’re so good- what’s wrong?” You’d paused when you pushed your flimsy body up, eyes meeting his. “Nothin’, nothin’. That was so good.” He truthfully spoke, feeling a little embarrassed about how easily he’d busted, and in his trousers. It had been a really long time after all. You tugged the straps of your slip back over your arms, closing your legs and sitting up to be at his height.

Rosie smiled, watching you lean forwards and kiss his wet lips gently, tasting yourself for a moment. “You want me to?” You began, hand prepared to move down and into his trousers. “No, no I uh- I kinda already… finished.” He politely spoke, clearing his throat. “Oh.” You frowned in confusion, pulling your hands back again. “Oh!” Only after did it hit you what he’d ‘finished’.

“That’s okay.” You hushed, reaching out to kiss his cheek as you then noticed the slight wet patch in his trousers. “I like that.” You admitted.

“You like it?” Rosie’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, I like that you enjoyed yourself. I’ve never… finished from that before.” You then admitted, cheeks heating up as Rosie affectionately reached out to smooth your hair back down.

“That makes two of us…”

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Therapist

Rosie Rosenthal X Therapist! Reader

Summary: Rosie needs to stop controlling everything; maybe his therapist can help...

Warning: +18/ sub!Rosie/ softdom!reader/ riding/ oral sex (f and m)/ forbidden relationship/ mention of death/ swearing/ praise/ use of Y/n/ fingering/

Word count: 3.0k

Her official job title was military surgeon, but since the soldiers needed someone to talk to, Y/n became their confident and gave them advice, she heard a lot of things every day, but today, her newest patient was Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal. A few weeks ago, he was the only plane back from a mission, he saw everyone go down, word on the base was that he was closing to everyone, he didn’t talk about it with anyone, he shut down and acted like nothing happened. As she got ready to see him, she looked at his file, and she looked at his pictures, he was good looking, but she had to stay professional. She saw man like him all the time, not wanting to show any emotions, acting tough but if she said the right things, she could crack this wall he built up.

When he knocked at her door, he was kind of nervous, he didn’t like to talk about what was happening in the air, not with his colleagues and certainly not with a random person. Y/n opened the door, looking at the pilot in front of her, she told him to come inside as she closed the door behind him. ‘’Major Rosenthal, pleasure to meet you, I’m Dr. Mitchell’’ she introduced herself as she sat on a couch in front of him. ‘’Please, call me Rosie’’ he said, sitting down. ‘’Rosie how are you feeling?’’ she shyly smiled, she saw men all the time, but Rosie was really handsome. She had to supress the thoughts she had, they weren’t professional. ‘’Don’t take it personally, Doc, but I don’t know what I’m doing here’’ he started, anger could be heard in his voice. ‘’I understand your frustration, Rosie, but you did fly the mission with the most casualties’’ she delicately commented.

It had been 45 minutes since the session started and Rosie was impatient, he shouldn’t be here and as beautiful as Dr. Mitchell was, he wanted to get out of her office. ‘’Can I ask you one last question, Rosie?’’ she asked, looking at him. He bobbed his head, slowly, before taking a deep breath. ‘’Do you like being in control?’’ she simply asked. He didn’t understand the question. ‘’In control of what?’’ he spat, frustrated. ‘’Things in your life, the time you get up, what you eat, where you go and in control in aspect of your life, like friendships or sexual intercourse’’ she coughed at the end of her sentence. Her cheeks were becoming red and the air in the room felt heavy. ‘’Yeah, I like to control my own life, and sometimes, uh, yes, I’m, uh in control in the- the- bedroom, why do you ask?’’ he stuttered. He tried to not show how nervous he was. ‘’Because that’s why you’re angry of being here, not having control. I’m going to free you from this session’’ he walked towards the door. ‘’Major, we see each other in a week, during this time, can you try to do something that needs you to not be in control.’’ She blurts out. ‘’Like what?’’ he asks, because nothing comes in his mind. ‘’Ask a friend to set up your alarm, let someone organize something, and if you find a woman, let her be in charge’’ she blushed, again. ‘’Of the date or something.’’ She babbled, trying to not sound like she was encouraging him to have sex with someone. ‘’I’ll try, Doc’’ he said before leaving the room.

She couldn’t sleep, too many sinful thoughts were in her mind. It wasn’t professional to think about a patient that way. What was she thinking, suggesting him to have sex and not being in control?! That night, she tossed and turned, thinking about Major Rosenthal in an incriminating way, good news was, she had one week before seeing him again. Bad news was, she had one week before seeing him again.

He really fucking tried, he let his friend set his alarm, he almost did everything she asked him to, but he didn’t see how it helped him. Plus, he had wet dreams about her all week. He kept thinking about having sex with her, how she would moan his name, how her innocent gaze would be when she sucked him off. He was nervous before his appointment. He didn’t know how his body was going to react when he sees her. Nonetheless, he entered her office, smelling her perfume as he pushed the doors. There she was, wearing a white blouse with a beige skirt. When she turned to face him, he thought he was going to faint, since when did she wore glasses? They were transparent, but still it gave her this innocent look that drove him mad.

‘’Major, how have you been?’’ she smiles as she looks at him. He plays with his fingers a little bit, before sitting down in front of her. ‘’Frustrated, Doc, I’ve tried to give up control, but it’s hard’’ he said. That and the fact that he kept thinking about having sex with her didn’t help. ‘’And what did you try to do?’’ she bit her lips as she wrote what he was saying. The air was hot in the room, Rosie was practically boiling alive. ‘’Everything, except things that involved a woman’’ he admitted. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to supress a grin on her face. She looked at his lips, God she wanted to kiss him right now. She cleared her throat as she pushed her thoughts far away, at least she tried. ‘’And how did it go?’’ she asked. ‘’Like shit, I don’t understand how this is going to help me getting back in the plane’’ he confesses. ‘’Rosie, the urge you feel, of getting back in the plane. That’s because you feel guilty of being alive. You don’t understand why them and not you.’’ She blurts out. ‘’Can I sit next to you’’ he asks, before getting up. Y/n nods and bites her lips again. He was listening to her psychoanalysis of him, watching her face, seeing how she blushed her she caught him looking at her. ‘’But maybe I’m wrong’’ she whispered, looking at him. ‘’Do you have problems with proximity?’’ she asks him. She watches as he shakes his head. ‘’So, you don’t think that everyone around you is going to die?’’ she clarifies. ‘’Why all these questions, Doc?’’ his voice was low, making her shiver.

‘’I’m just trying to understand your mind’’ she breaths out. He noticed how her breathing got quicker and her pupils were dilated. ‘’I just think we would have a clearer idea of what’s rushing you back if you opened up to me’’ she stated, avoiding eye contact, he was so damn beautiful, Y/n thought that if their eyes met, she was going to be as red as a tomato. The tension in the air was dangerously close to burst. He moved his leg ‘accidentally’ touching hers, he watched as she hissed, but she wasn’t scared, she was in the same state as him; desperate. ‘’You’re right, Doc, I feel guilty for being alive, so I try to control everything around me, but this week as been torture. I kept thinking about you’’ he admitted, he wanted to see if she was bold enough to flirt back. Y/n blushed even harder as she took her glasses off, putting them on the side table. She looked at Rosie. ‘’What were you thinking about’’ she tried to stay professional, but it was hanging by a thread. She moved her leg so their leg would touch. He looked at their legs and looked back up to her. ‘’Testing your theory with you, Doc’’ he admitted. Y/n blinked multiple times before biting her lips, again. ‘’Really?’’ she flirted, still not daring to look at him in the eyes. ‘’Dead serious, you’re all I’ve been thinking about all week’’ he leans closer to her face, he could hear her heart beating really fast. ‘’And what are you going to do about it?’’ she breathed out as her eyes trailed all over his body. He smirked; she was flirting back. ‘’I can think of a few things, but again, I’m not good at letting someone else be in control’’ he teased. ‘’I can teach you how’’ she said, against his lips. They took one last look at the other before breaking the rules and kissing each other.

He made clear that he was going to be the dominant one, but Y/n had to remind him. ‘’I’m in control, remember Rosie’’ she grins as she kisses his neck. ‘’Then show me -ah- show me how to let go’’ he breathed out. She smiled as she pushed herself on top of him, as she began to grind her hips, his hands found their way on her thighs. ‘’Let me take care of you, Rosie’’ she whispered in his ears. Y/n felt his erection on her covered core, she wanted him so much. They were both breathing heavily, he watched her breast move as she breathed. He began unbuttoning her blouse, she looked at his fingers with a smirk on her face. She kept moving her hips to a slow, sensual pace, it drove him crazy, he needed her to do something else. His knuckles were turning white, he was gripping the couch too tightly. ‘’Use your words, Major. You want me to do something, you ask’’ she breathed out, kissing his neck. He threw her blouse on the ground and kissed her collarbones. ‘’Please, Doc, ah, please do something’’ he whimpered. Y/n grins before sliding off his lap to kneel in front of him.

‘’You touch me, and I stop, got it?’’ she looked at him in the eyes. His chest was rising with pleasure, how he wanted to take control. He quickly nodded before unbuckling his belt. He let the woman take his pants and boxer off. She was surprised by his length, he was big. She licked her lips before pressing small kisses on the top. Y/n could see Rosie struggling to keep his hands to himself. He threw his head back and his pulse quickened. Y/n kept kissing the top on his length, then she brought one hand at the base of his cock and started to slowly, stoke it. She saw goosebumps on his thighs. ‘’Words, Major’’ she reminded him. ‘’I need you to suck me off, please, Doc, plea’’ his word got lost in throat when she fully took him in her mouth. He moaned in surprise, causing the woman to giggle, sending vibration on his cock. He couldn’t help it, one of his hands went in her hair, she moved her head back, taking his length out of her mouth, making Rosie whimper. ‘’No hands’’ she smirked.

Rosie wanted to say fuck those rules so bad, but he thought that she was so hot, taking control and taking care of him like that. So, he took his hand off and she resumed what she was doing. She never could’ve guessed how vocal Rosie was, whimpers, breathy moans, small growls and shaky breath, that man wasn’t afraid of making sure she knew she pleasured him. Y/n felt his length throb in her mouth, she looked up and it was a sight for sore eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing his abs, his head was thrown back and his Adam apple kept bobbing. Then, when she felt him getting close, she stopped everything. ‘’No’’ he whined. Y/n smiled and got up in front of him, stripping from her skirt. ‘’I didn’t even touch you’’ he tried to plead his case. ‘’I need to come, please, Doc, let me come’’ he begged. He looked so good like this, begging and submissive. His cheeks were red, he looked sweaty but in a hot way. ‘’You want to come, Major’’ she teased in a sensual voice. He nodded, swallowing hard. ‘’Please’’ he whispered. She got rid of her panties, he wanted to touch her so bad, so he swallowed his pride and decided to fully give her control. ‘’Can I touch you, Y/n?’’ her name rolled off his tongue like a prayer. She looked at him, smiling as she sat on the couch in front of him, she spread her legs and looked at him. He got off the couch and crawled to her, he was like a starved man. She had to stay strong, because the look he gave her as he crawled to her was enough for her to throw every ounce of feminism out the window. His eyes were dark, his mouth slightly opened, and his curls were messy. When he reached her, he trailed his hands on her bare thighs, before pulling her closer to him by the back of her thighs. She yelped, surprised by his move. ‘’Can I, please, eat you out?’’ he pleaded, looking at her in the eyes. ‘’Yes, Major’’ she breathed out. He sunk between her thighs and pressed small kisses to her inner thigh before kissing her exposed flesh.

His mouth felt so good, his mustache was adding something else, it was itching, but it felt so good. She threw her head back as her hands found his curls. He thought about playing with the same rules as hers, but she was in control. He was humming around her clit, sending vibrations that drove her mad. One of Rosie’s hands snuck up to play with her breast. She put one of her hands on top of his, she squeezed it to show him how he made her feel. Y/n arched her back as she moaned his name. But Rosie’s other hand pressed down on her stomach, adding pressure. ‘’Oh shit, Rosie, I’m close’’ she breathed out. He hummed to show her that he heard her, then decided to stop playing with her breast, he inserted one finger inside of her. ‘’Holy fuck, you’re soaking wet. Is that because you like to be in control? Uh, you like to be in charge’’ He grins, she felt hot around his finger. ‘’Yeah, right there’’ she breathed out. He looked at her, she looked like a goddess, her hair messy, her skin glowing with the coat of sweat, he could’ve come just with this sight. As he added another finger, he felt her clench around him. ‘’That’s right, come for me, pretty girl’’ he praised her. That was enough to send her over the edge, she arched her back as she was sent into pure extasy.

It took her a few minutes to recover, but when she did, she slid down the couch, to reach Rosie. He was seated against the other couch; she got on top of him. His arms were laid on the couch, he looked so ridable. ‘’Ready, Major?’’ she asked against his lips. ‘’Please, ride me’’ he sighed. Y/n positioned herself on top of him, their lips were touching, but they weren’t kissing. She sunk down on him, they both breathed out, shakily as Y/n took the time to adjust to him. ‘’Fuck’’ he moaned. He kissed her neck, to distract her from the uncomfortable stretching. When she felt ready, she began rocking her hips. ‘’Can I touch you?’’ he moaned. ‘’Yes’’ she whimpered. He places his hands on her hips, to try and guide her to a faster pace, but she denied him. She shook her head as she slowed down the rhythm. ‘’Nah, I’m still in control’’ she smirked. He pushed his tongue on his cheek as he caressed her hips. The smell of sex in the room was intoxicating. She began to rock her hips faster, because it was torture for her too. She arched her back as she kissed him sloppily. The pleasure was too much, she bit down his bottom lip, not too hard, but hard enough to send shivers down his spine. He decided that he wanted more intimacy, so he put his hands on her back and came closer to her body, he was hugging her, but the proximity allowed his pelvic bone to touch her clit and add stimulation. She put her hands in his back, scratching him in the process. The pace was fast, raw, sensual, almost animalistic. They both needed a release. ‘’I’m close, please let me come’’ he moaned in her ear. ‘’Please, please, please’’ he kept begging. Y/n’s brain started to form a sentence. ‘’Come with me, at the same time’’ she ordered. Since he was close, he decided to drop one of his hands and stimulate her clit with his fingers. Right now, she couldn’t care less about him asking permission to finger her, she was close, and he was helping her get there.

Rosie felt Y/n clench around his dick, her thighs started to shake from all this stimulation, he sucked on her neck. ‘’I’m gonna cum, c’mon pretty boy, cum with me!’’ she whined. ‘’You’re doing so good’’ she praised him. It was enough to trigger both their climax, they were a moaning mess as their body shook from pleasure. Y/n could feel his hot release throbbing inside of her and slipping on her inner thigh. They were both out of breath and glistening with sweat.

It took a minute for the both of them to come down from Nirvana. ‘’That was’’ he started, out of words to describe what just happened. ‘’See, letting someone else in charge can be fun’’ she chucked. He rolled his eyes as be playfully hit her ass. She yelped in surprise but smiled. Y/n got up first, even though she didn’t trust her legs, she got her panties back on as she sat on the couch. Rosie got up too, putting his boxers back on and sitting next to her. ‘’Thank you, Y/n, for everything’’ he said, kissing the top of her head. She smiled at the small display of affection. ‘’It was my pleasure.’’ She teased. They both laugh and look at each other. ‘’Do you think you could move my next appointment to earlier in the week?’’ he asked, making her laugh. ‘’Why?’’ she asked. ‘’Because I’m a hard learner and I’ll have to give you control again.’’

[danopdf]

rosie rosenthal would eat you out while you read out loud to him, send post.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

2800 smut words of Jean and Rosie domming and cucking Harry

[Literally gets smutty in the second paragraph; I'm proud of myself]

He's fifteen minutes late. Harry closes the door behind him and listens, trying to figure out where Rosie and Jean are. He hears a creak from the bedroom and walks towards it, apology ready to go for being late. 

They're on the bed together, Jean's legs splayed wide, and Rosie licking her out. He has one hand low on her belly, the other clearly in use between her legs. Jean's holding Rosie's head in both hands and pushing her hips up so her sex is pressed even more against his face. 

"I'm–" Harry bites back the rest of the apology when Jean points to the chair by the bed without opening her eyes. Rosie doesn't even look at him, fully concentrating on Jean's pleasure. Harry grits his teeth, wishing he could crawl onto the bed and join them, drape himself over Rosie and nudge him to one side so he can taste Jean himself. 

But he'd promised to be home on time, and he wasn't. So he sits in the chair and watches Jean shiver from head to toe as Rosie shifts his mouth. Harry pulls off his tie, and he unbuttons his shirt. He reaches down and takes off his shoes, then opens his slacks, rubbing his palm over his cock as Rosie lifts Jean's legs as he pulls back, pulling Jean into his lap as he sits up. 

"No touching," Rosie says, eyes still on Jean. "Get naked."

"Yes, Rosie," he says and stands to strip. He sits down when he's finished, laying his hands on the arms of the chair so they can see he isn't touching himself. 

"What do you want, beautiful?" Rosie asks Jean. She's seated in his lap, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. Her nipples are hard, and her hair flows down her back. Harry wants to be behind her, keeping her between them as he kisses the back of her neck and slides a hand between her legs. He loves to finger her slowly as they're all deciding what they'll do together. He opens and closes his hands thinking about it.

Jean drags her tongue along Rosie's cheek, where there's a streak of wetness. She kisses Rosie deeply, rocking back and forth in his lap. Rosie holds onto her hips and lets her take what she wants, groaning when she tugs at his hair and sucks on his bottom lip. Harry swears he can feel those same touches on himself and presses his hips against the back of the chair as lust rises in him. 

Jean ends the kiss and finally looks at Harry. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, lips red and swollen. She slides a hand down her front and rubs her fingers into her wetness. She takes her fingers out of herself and presses them to Rosie's lips. Rosie opens his mouth and sucks them in. 

"Oh, fuck," Hary murmurs, eyes closing briefly. 

"Look at me, darling," Jean says, and Harry's eyes snap open. "All you had to do was come home on time."

"I know," Harry says. 

Rosie leans his head back, and Jean's fingers leave a wet trail on his chin and neck. "Do you have a good reason?" Rosie asks. "Traffic? Flat tire? Long line at the library to check out books?"

Harry wants to say one of those happened, but they didn't. He'd lost track of time again, something they've talked to him about over and over. "No, Rosie," he says.

Jean turns to look at the clock on the bedside table. It puts her breasts directly into Harry's line of sight. He bites the inside of his cheek because he wants to surge up and take the three steps to the bed, wants to suck her nipples until she's flush all over and ready to come just from his mouth. 

"Only fifteen minutes," she says. "That's a big improvement from the last few times."

Rosie makes a considering noise and shifts. He gets both hands on Jean's ass and squeezes. He still hasn't looked at Harry. "Do you want to forgive him right now?" he asks. 

Jean drags her teeth over her lower lip and stares at Harry. He feels himself blush at the frank assessment she's taking. His cock twitches hard the longer she stares at him. She finally turns her gaze to Rosie "No," she says. "No, I do not." 

Rosie looks at Harry. "Stay put, baby boy," he says. 

Harry shakes all over and nods. "Yes, Rosie," he says. He clenches his hands as Jean pushes on Rosie's shoulder until he's flat on the bed. 

She plants her hands on his chest and lifts her hips. Rosie reaches down and adjusts his cock so she can slide down onto him. Her breasts swing, and her ass clenches, and Rosie grabs her waist as she starts to grind against him. 

"Beautiful," Rosie says. "So beautiful." 

Jean digs her nails into Rosie's chest, and Harry swears he can feel the ghost of that touch on his own body. He gasps when Jean lifts up and then very slowly sinks back down onto Rosie's cock. 

Rosie groans as Jean repeats the motion, and he throws his head back, his neck stretched tight. Harry wishes he was on the bed, wishes he could be pressing his mouth to Rosie's tendons as he touches Jean's clit as she rides Rosie. It's one of his favorite things, to help Jean seek pleasure from Rosie's body. The only thing better is letting Jean use his own body the way she's using Rosie's now. Harry shifts, and his cock bobs, and he lets out a whimper. 

"Jean, Jean, lean down," Rosie says, and when Jean does, Rosie uses his tongue to pull Jean's nipple into his mouth and suck. 

Jean grinds hard and slips her hands off Rosie's chest, placing her hands on either side of his head as she presses her breast against his face. 

Harry's hips rock back and forth, though there's nothing to rub against. His cock just swings in the air, hard and flushed with no Jean or Rosie to touch him because he'd promised he'd be on time and agreed to take whatever punishment resulted if he wasn't. He watches Rosie grab the backs of Jean's thighs and help her fuck him as hard as she likes. Harry wants to be the one to do that, to lean over Jean's back and push his hands on her thighs, and kiss her neck and shoulders as he fits his cock into the cleft of her ass for the warm, sweaty friction he knows is there. 

"I'm sorry," Harry says, and his shoulders and back and stomach muscles all flutter as tension slips from his body. "I'm sorry." 

Jean and Rosie ignore him, Jean fucking Rosie hard as he drags his mouth to her other breast. She's bright with sweat, her hair sticking to her neck, and Rosie drags his legs upward until his feet are flat on the bed. 

Rosie pulls his mouth off Jean's nipple. A thin string of saliva keeps his mouth connected to it. Harry groans and digs his fingers into the arms of the chair. He wants Jean's nipples in his mouth. He wants his mouth on Rosie's mouth. He wants to be coming on Jean's back or on Rosie's stomach. He wants to be trapped between them as they drive him crazy with their touch and teasing. 

"Let me have it, beautiful," Rosie says. "Give me everything you want to take."

Jean grinds on him again, then stops cold. She's panting. She laughs when Rosie groans and thrusts into her. "Hold still," she says. "Please." 

And Harry's cock twitches hard again. He loves when she says please to Rosie. The way it's alway shaky and shivery and wild. And Rosie responds by loosening his grip on her thighs, dragging his open palms up her back in slow, smooth strokes Harry knows very, very well. An instant calming trick Rosie has that works on Harry and Jean equally well. 

Jean levers herself upright and gathers her hair off her neck. She glances at Harry, and her smile is half-sweet and all dangerous. "It's a shame you were late, darling," she says. "You could hold my hair." 

Harry squeezes his eyes shut, and his hips come off the chair. When he opens his eyes again, Jean's let her hair drop again, and she's climbed off Rosie's lap. "I'm sorry," Harry says. 

"Listen to him," Rosie says, sitting up, eyes on Harry. "Well done, baby boy," he says. "Not fighting against the need to say it."

"You two make a very compelling argument," Harry says, and his whole body feels alive and wonderful when they both laugh. 

Jean glances at Rosie, then back at Harry. She leans over and whispers something to Rosie. 

"I want whatever you want," Rosie says. 

Jean gives him a quick kiss, then puts her full attention on Harry. Harry feels like his skin is on fire, and he loves it.

"Come sit on the bed," Jean says. "Up against the headboard. No touching yourself still."

Harry gets up in a stumble. He has to pause to steady himself. Rosie and Jean both watch him as he takes the three steps to the bed and sits as instructed. 

Jean crawls up the bed and leans in, presses her mouth against Harry's and lets him kiss her. She doesn't touch any other part of him. "I love you, darling," she says against his mouth. 

"I love you, too," Harry replies. "Jean, I love you so much."

"Good," she says, and backs away. She settles near the foot of the bed, in front of Rosie, who's on his knees with his cock in his hand. 

"Oh, no," Harry whispers, because he knows what's about to happen. "Oh, god, you're gonna kill me."

"No, we're not," Rosie says, placid as you please. He spans his free hand along Jean's lower back and shuffles forward. Harry can't see his exact movements, but he knows the moment Robert slides his cock back into Jean. Because she closes her eyes and arches her back and groans so, so loud. 

"Baby boy," Rosie says, drawing Harry's attention, even as Jean undulates and sighs in pleasure. "You can come, but you can't touch yourself." 

Harry whines in the back of his throat. "Rosie," he breathes out. 

Rosie meets his gaze and gives him a warm, sweet smile as he very slowly fucks into Jean. "We've seen you do it. We know you can."

Harry stretches his arms out at his sides to grab at the pillows because it's one thing to say he can't touch himself, but to say he's allowed to come if he doesn't? That's a very different ballgame.

"Darling," Jean says, and when Harry looks at her, her mouth is hanging open from pleasure, and she's holding herself up by her hands, but Harry can see the fine tremor already working through her arms that means she's going to drop to her elbows sooner rather than later. "Oh, oh he feels so good, darling," she says. Rosie keeps a slow, deep pace, and Jean rocks back and forward, gaze so sharp on Harry he swears he can feel it. Rosie reaches up and gathers Jean's hair, lifts it off her neck. 

"Oh, I wish you were between my legs, darling," Jean says. "I love feeling your mouth on me while Robert fucks me."

Harry lets out a pained noise and curls his toes. "Jean," he says. "Jean."

"She was wet when I first touched her, Harry," Rosie says, stretching himself over Jean's back. He kisses her neck and slips his hand down her front. Jean whines, and Harry knows Rosie is teasing her clit. "She was so excited to reward you tonight, she snuck away from me today and took care of herself."

Harry clenches his fingers so tight on the pillows his fingers ache. "You–You didn't," Harry says, awed at Jean like he so often is.

Jean drops to her elbows and lets out a throaty laugh. She throws her head back and meets Rosie for a messy kiss. When she looks at Harry again, her face is beautifully pink, and Harry can see teeth marks from where Rosie's bitten her bottom lip. "I wanted to give you a surprise to thank you for coming home when you said you would," she says, and Harry's cock pulses hard. "But you were late, so I had to give it to Robert instead."

Robert buries his face in Jean's neck and drags a kiss over her shoulder before looking at Harry. He doesn't say anything, just fucks Jean and stares at Harry, and Harry's breath stutters, and precum slides down his dick. 

Jean drops her head and stretches out her arms. "Robert," she murmurs. "Robert, make me come." Her head snaps back, and Harry knows Rosie's added pressure to the fingers touching her clit. He also picks up speed, fucking Jean harder and faster. 

"Oh," Jean gasps, back arching sharply. "Oh, yes. Yes. Like that. More. Please. More."

Robert moves faster, and he presses his mouth behind Jean's ear, in that spot that makes her quiver and shake even if it's the only part you touch. 

Harry's dick spurts more precum, and he feels it dribble down his shaft. He wishes Jean's eyes were open. He wishes he could ask her to open her eyes and see it. But he was late, and he knew the repercussions if he was. 

"Jean," Rosie gasps. "Beautiful. Beautiful." He keeps fucking her, rubbing her clit, dragging his mouth behind her ear. 

"It's–OH!" Jean shouts, and she drops her forehead to the bed, howling against the sheets as Rosie keeps fucking her. 

She'll be oversensitive in a minute, Harry knows. She'll groan and laugh and push Rosie away from herself as she shakes and pants. But right now, she's digging her fingers into the bed and jerking back towards Rosie every time he thrusts forward, and in another few thrusts, Rosie grabs Jean's shoulders and pulls her upright and makes her sit in his lap as he thumbs her nipples and shakes all over and comes with a shout he muffles against her shoulder. 

Harry's dick throbs with each beat of his heart, and he doesn't care that he can't touch himself because he can stare at Jean, body stretched along Robert's front, and he can see the tension in Robert's muscles as he holds Jean up, and he can hear them breathe and smell their sweat, and when he lets his eyes drop to where Rosie's cock is still in Jean, he can see a little bit of spunk slipping out. 

"FUCK," Harry yelps, and he bucks his hips four or five times, and his dick pulses hard and nothing fucking happens. He groans and slumps against the headboard. 

Rosie chuckles and murmurs something to Jean, who makes an affirmative noise. Harry keeps his eyes closed because his dick officially hurts, and he doesn't want it to get any more excited seeing the two of them together. 

"Lie down," Jean says. 

Harry slides down until he's flat. The air on his dick makes him grit his teeth and hiss. 

"We've decided you've learned your lesson," Jean continues, and then her hands are touching Harry's calves and knees and thighs. Her touch disappears, and Harry feels the bed move as Rosie and Jean rearrange themselves. He feels Rosie's mustache drag along his thigh, and Harry opens his eyes just in time to see Jean swing a leg over his face.

"Jean," Harry breathes out.

"Darling, we know you tried," Jean says. "But we had to stick by our promise to punish you."

Harry doesn't answer. He just opens his mouth and lets Jean fit her sex against his tongue. He tastes her juices and Rosie's spunk, and then Rosie licks his cock from root to tip, and all Harry can do is moan into Jean. 

"Clean her up, baby boy," Rosie says. "I'll take care of you."

You'll both take care of me, Harry thinks, but he'll say it later. After he's licked the taste of Rosie from Jean and after Rosie's sucked him dry, and after they've all curled up warm and close on the bed, and Harry's been given the chance to tell them that he'd checked his watch and had ten minutes, and then it was gone and he was running late because he'd decided he could read two more pages. He'll tell them that next time, he'll leave with ten minutes to spare rather than convince himself he'll remember to check the time after two pages. He knows they'll praise him and kiss him and be proud of him for figuring out his own solution. He'd agreed to punishment tonight, and they've given it to him. But now he can look forward to being loved for trying his best, and he's ready to make them proud next time.

[blakelysco-pilot]

hey hey bestie!! for the smut prompts: 24 for Rosie & Jo, 16 for Ev & Val?

chickiiiie thank you for these, I hope I did them justice!

prompts are from this list

18+ under the cut; minors DNI

16. “I want to make this perfect for you.”

He could just barely hear the din of noise coming up to the second floor of the pub. If he strained hard enough, he could hear Dougie cackle, or Egan challenge someone to a game of darts. But that was just noise, something swirling around in the very, very far background. It was the woman on the bed who had all of his attention, bathed in soft light, and practically purring as he let his eyes roam up and down her body. Her uniform and blouse discarded, shoes kicked off, hair unpinned; Val lay out for him like a feast in just her garter belt, pantyhose, and her best brassier. Her green eyes had turned a dangerous shade even before he had paid the bar man for the room; her hands touching him just this side of ladylike all night.

Now, well, it wasn’t the cockpit of his plane, or the counter of the kitchen in the Officer’s Mess. It was a proper bed, in a room with a door, a door with a lock. And she was waiting for him in the middle of the bed; he’d be a fool to keep her waiting any longer.

“Ev…” She was propped up on her elbows, watching him. Her smile grew as he unfastened his trousers with one hand, the other ghosting over her calf ever so lightly.

“Something you need?” He teased her, fingers pressing into the pliant skin of her leg.

“There’s a lot of things I need.”

“We have all night. We’ll get to all of it, honey.”

He clocked the very moment her eyes zeroed in on his hands, the veins bulging as he struggled to get the button through the hole without removing the other hand from her body. He could feel her gaze on him as she watched his movements, all the way from his fingers, up his arms, until she reached his face again.

Pants finally unfastened, he let his hands trace up her legs, fingers tickling her, until he reached the top of her pantyhose. One by one, he unclipped them from the garter belt, first the left, and rolled them down. Once completed, he moved to the right, repeating the actions until finally, both of her legs were exposed to him. Val wasted no time in making her intentions known; sitting up until she was kneeling in front of him, her hands traced a path down his chest until she reached the hem of his white undershirt. Gently, she grasped the bottom and pushed it up his body, until she could pull it up and over his head, fully exposing his broad shoulders and chest. Gently, she let her nails drag down his skin, tickling down his abs and the trail of soft hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers.

“Please,” His voice was a soft plea, something that surprised both of them. “Don’t tease me, Val.”

“Who’s teasing?” She grinned, leaning up further to take his earlobe between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug. “I’m exploring.”

“Honey, this should be about you…”

“Not just me. Both of us.”

“I want to make this perfect for you.”

“Already is perfect,” Her lips peppered kisses up his jaw and across his face, until she finally reached his lips. “You make it perfect…”

“Val…”

“Now, get down here, and take what’s yours, Captain Blakely.”

24. “No need to rush—we have all night.”

Her hips jumped off the bed, pressing into his sharply as he gently thrust into her again. His large hands tried to hold her steady, gripping her waist, but each time he pressed inside her, she became wanton and wild with need for him. Her kiss swollen lips were slightly parted, gasping for breath as a light sheen of sweat covered her chest. Rosie had never found her more beautiful.

“Robbie, oh my god oh my god…”

“What feels good, hmm? Tell me what feels so good, honey pie.”

“You do,” She was wining and couldn’t care less how childish it might have sounded when he was inside her and making her feel so good. “Please don’t stop.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t, I promise I won’t.”

His body leaned down to cover hers, large hands caressing up from her waist, past her breasts until he was able to rest his forearms on either side of her head. Leaning down, he covered her mouth with his, kissing the most beautiful sounds from her as the seconds ticked by. He could feel her chasing his hips with his own, and, maybe it was for him as much as it was her, but he resolved to make it last.

“Hey, there’s no need to rush- we have all night.”

“I need more…”

“More what,” He pressed his nose into her wild curls, grinning against the side of her face. “Jo, baby, tell me what you need more of.”

“Faster, Robbie, please…”

“Yea, okay sweetheart, I’ve got you, I promise.”

“It feels so good with you. You feel so…”

“So do you my sweet girl,” He grit his teeth and pressed forward, his hips meeting hers sharply, rougher than he had initially intended, but he had never felt anything so deliciously warm in his whole life. “God, so do you…”

[johnslittlespoon]

Hellooo and welcome to the WOTA server's master–list of fics for the summer writing event! ☀️ We had a list of 36 summer–themed prompts to choose from and a month to write, and everyone who participated has put so much love and time into their fics; I'm so proud of how well this first server event went. 💗

This list will be updated as fics are posted, and you can also peep the collection on AO3 for easier browsing. Thank youuu to all the lovely writers who participated, can't wait for the next one! 🌈

✨ Fic List:

Only You Can Cool My Desire Prompt: 'Ice Play' / 'Too Hot For Clothes' -> by @johnslittlespoon [WC: 6K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Tough And Sweet AU, Heatwaves, Ice Play, Blow Jobs, Light Dom/Sub, Teasing, Orgasm Delay] The Man I've Looked For Prompt: 'Roadtripping' / 'Seductive Popsicle Eating' -> by @amiserableseriesofevents [WC: 4K | M | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Semi–Public Sex, Romantic Fluff, Blow Jobs In A Car, Roadtrip, Gale Cleven's Oral Fixation] The One I'll Care For Prompt: 'Passing Out From Heat & Being Taken Care Of' -> by @c-goldthorn [WC: 2K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Notting Hill AU, Red Carpet, Film Festival, Hurt/Comfort, Heat Stroke, Fainting, Whump] Out Of Control -> by @trashbag-baby666 [WC: 8K | T | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Modern AU, Surf AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort] No Proof, One Touch Prompt: 'Too Hot For Hugs' / 'Sweat Kink' -> by @c-goldthorn [WC: 1K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Flight School, Set In Texas, Pre–Canon, Pre–Relationship, Sweat, Play Wrestling, Hugs] I'm On The Run With You, My Sweet Love Prompt: '"I Don't Want To Move"' / 'Lake Sex' -> by @alienoresimagines [WC: 9K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Fluff and Smut, Dry Humping, Boys In Love, Summer 1943, Romantic Fluff, Established Relationship] Under The Cover Of The Willow Tree Prompt: '"If You Don't Get Off Me"' / 'Summer Storms' -> by @eternallytired17 [WC: 4K | M | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Post–War, Fluff and Smut, Summer Vacation, Idiots In Love, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Teasing] My Love For You Burns Like A Thousand Suns Prompt: 'Getting A Sunburn' -> by @onyxsboxes [WC: 1K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Summer, Short & Sweet, Sunburn, Established Relationship] Do They Collide? (I Ask And You Smile) Prompt: 'Stargazing' -> by @counting0nit [WC: 1K | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Post–Canon, Post–War, Angst, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] Summertime (And The Living Is Easy) Prompt: 'Skinny Dipping' -> by @air-exec [WC: 1K | G | Ken Lemmons/Rosie Rosenthal | Boys In Love, Fluff, Skinny Dipping] ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[scuttle-buttle]

BEEEEE I HEARD CROZ AND ROSIE HCS??? 👀👀👀 I WILL TAKE LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU HAVE but also I’d absolutely love anything related to the Co-Pilots universe if you have anything 👀👉👈

Hope you’re having a good day!! 🥰

- Sage 🤍 @sagesolsticewrites

Bestieeeeee 🥰

18+ under the cut

Crosby discovers he has a thing for mustaches. After he and Rosie give in to each other he learns that the feel of those little tiny hairs on his upper lip feels really really good in many places. Whether it's his mouth, his neck, his tummy, his thighs, or his - 🐛. He loves that scratch. He revels in the patches of beard (mustache) burn that redden his thighs, how nobody knows his secret under his trousers. Nobody but you and him and Rosie.

Alternatively, rosie discovers he has his version of the kink. He loves Crosby's nose. How it gives Croz such a unique and beautiful side profile. How when Croz laughs too hard it sometimes makes a little snort. The feel of it dragging up his shoulder blade, his neck, his calves, the ridges of his - 🐛

[sagesolsticewrites]

Kiss Me Twice

You and Rosie finally have a “proper reunion” 😏

Warnings: mature content (fingering, protected PinV penetration) SMUT!!! THIS IS JUST SMUT WITH A SPRINKLE OF FLUFF. 18+ MINORS GO AWAY

Word count: 3.4k 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist | Read part 1 here!

You fidget impatiently in your room— really the guest room of Mrs. Rosenthal, but she had been kind enough to let you stay with her while your Navy father and brother were off on a boat somewhere in the Pacific— your eyes locked on the clock as it ticks closer and closer to 12:30.

Having a “proper reunion,” as Rosie had put it, was something you’d had looked forward to since he’d left for England, and it’s like your body knows it’s almost here. Butterflies swarm in your belly, and you feel warm in every place he’d touched you that day since he’d arrived home, not to mention the heat blooming between your thighs.

Time somehow moves too fast and not fast enough as you fuss with your hair, debate whether to reapply your lipstick (you do, but blot a good portion of it away in your nervousness), and finally slip on your dressing gown over the thin, filmy nightgown you’d chosen for tonight.

You pluck at the edges of your sleeves as you wait for the last minute to pass and then slip outside into the hall, creeping as quietly as you can across the hall to Robbie’s childhood bedroom, ears pricked for any sign of his mother or sister waking in their rooms down the hall.

With seemingly no danger of anyone catching you, you take a breath and slip into his room.

You find Rosie perched on the edge of his bed in a plain white undershirt and pajama pants, seemingly engrossed in a book. Though judging by the way his head snaps up as you enter, maybe the book wasn’t all that interesting. 

Still, you envy his calm and cool collectedness in the face of your sheer borderline uncontrollable want.

“Hi,” you murmur softly after a beat passes, the two of you simply staring at each other in silence.

He breaks into a grin as he stands and approaches you, eyes scanning hungrily over your figure as your eyes flick from the book left on his nightstand back to him.

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You clamp down on your bottom lip to hold back the whimper that begs to slip out at those words, your eyes instead fluttering shut as he brushes the lightest of kisses to your cheek.

He catches how your eyes flick back to the book as they open, must catch a flash of something there, because he leans in even closer to you to whisper, “Can I tell you something, sweetheart?”

At your nod, he nods towards the book.

“I’ve been stuck on the same page of that since I walked in here.”

The butterflies swarm harder as you stare up in disbelief at his pretty blue eyes.

“Because all I could think about,” he continues softly, strong hands moving to your waist to pull you flush against him, “was how close you were. And how much closer I wanted you to be.”

A soft “oh” is all you manage before he captures your lips in a tender, searing kiss that has warmth flooding through your body. Your hands wander over his broad chest and shoulders as the kiss deepens, needing to be closer to him.

“Missed you so much, honey,” he breathes against your skin as his mouth leaves yours to plant kisses across your cheek, along your jaw, down your neck, making sure to leave a playful nip at the sweet spot just below your ear.

“Robbie,” you sigh, his name the only word in your mind, and you can feel a grin spread across his face as he kisses and nibbles and sucks along the tender skin of your neck. 

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name,” he says lowly, blue eyes darkening as he pulls away to meet your gaze, an unspoken question in the way he drags his fingers along the tie of your robe.

With a single nod, it comes away with a tug, falling to the floor to reveal the thin nightgown, the filmy fabric nearly translucent in the moonlight streaming through his small window.

His mouth drops into an “o” as he takes you in while you resist the urge to cover yourself. Was it too much?

Your name escapes his lips in a soft groan, one hand coming up to tentatively brush against you as if to make sure you’re real.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says softly, eyes fixed on your silhouette just barely visible through the fabric.

His lips crash back onto yours, the fabric of your nightgown bunching up where he grips your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair, raking through the curls with a moan as Rosie’s tongue slips into your mouth.

You’ve already lost a layer, you reason, so it’s only fair when you drag your hands down his back — grinning at the shiver that runs through him at the feeling of your nails— to toy with the hem of his shirt, slipping your hands just underneath it to wander along his warm skin.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to shuck it off, exposing a strong, muscled torso that must’ve been the result of —on top of his football and baseball skills— how did he say one of his friends put it in his letters? “Piloting a school bus like a fighter jet?”

You drink him in hungrily, fingers lightly dragging over the healed scars and bruises scattered across his skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something flash in his gaze— sadness? Anxiety? Fear? Whatever it is, you cup his cheek, guiding him to meet your gaze as you rise up to connect your lips briefly.

He opens his mouth to speak as you pull away, but whatever he was about to say dies on his lips as you press a kiss to the scar closest to his heart. Then another to the mostly-healed bruise on his collarbone. And another to the scrape in the middle of his chest.

His eyes flutter shut as you continue down, down, down, pressing kisses to every mark on his body; every mark of how hard he fought to be here, to get back home, to get back to you.

“I love you,” you whisper as you kiss a final scar just above his hip.

And then a mischievous grin crosses your face as you press kisses lower, and lower, until your lips just skim the waistband of his pajamas.

“Oh fuck— honey, hold on—” he hisses, gently pushing you away as your hands drift dangerously close to the bulge at the apex of his thighs. “Wanna— Wanna see you first,” he gasps, thumb stroking along your cheek as he guides you back up to standing, his other hand toying with the hem of your nightgown that hits just at your knees. “Please?”

You nod, heart hammering in your chest.

He takes his time removing you from the gauzy fabric. He drags a hand up your thigh, bringing the hem up to your hips, and lets out a soft gasp at the feeling of something… missing, eyes flicking down to confirm.

“Sweetheart—” he says in a soft, strangled voice at the sight of your uncovered core, underwear nowhere to be found.

“Figured it was only fair,” you say softly, praying that the calm playfulness in your voice keeps him from noticing the flush in your cheeks, “given all your teasing today.”

“Teasing?” He hums, arching an eyebrow, the fingers of his other hand tracing along the inside of your thigh in much the same manner as he had earlier that night on the couch, “I don’t recall doing any teasing, honey, I was just having a nice time coming home to my family and my girl.”

You want to retort that he knew exactly what he was doing, but it’s difficult to find your voice as he drags his hands up along your sides, taking your nightgown with him. Lifting your arms to help him slip it over your head, you’re left bare before him.

You resist the urge to cover yourself once more, your mind going haywire as you think of all the ways you’ve changed in the past two years.

Rosie, however, looks utterly awestruck as he takes you in, his hands skimming lightly up your sides as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“I dreamed about you nearly every night I was over there, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your lips, hands wandering freely over your bare skin, making you shiver, “and clearly, my dreams didn’t do you justice.”

He drags his mouth down along your jaw, down your neck, nibbling and sucking at your collarbone, skimming along the tops of your breasts… tracing his lips over seemingly every inch of skin he can reach, memorizing you with his mouth.

His lips firmly attached to your neck, set on leaving a mark that you’ll no doubt have to cover with your precious makeup supply, you hardly feel his hands creeping downwards until he’s gripping your thighs, hoisting you effortlessly into his arms.

Your yelp of surprise is, thankfully, muffled as his lips crash onto yours once more. Your fingers rake through his already thoroughly mussed hair, tongues battling for dominance as he carries you the short distance to his bed. He lays you down gently, pulling away briefly to scan over your body as he moves to hover over you—

CREEEAK

The bedframe lets out a loud, screeching creak that can surely be heard in the next building over. The two of you freeze and your gazes snap to meet each other, both of you frantically trying to hold back your laughter and praying that the creaking wood of the bed didn’t wake his family.

A moment later, when it seems the coast is clear, he carefully climbs the rest of the way over you. You can feel him grinning as he connects your lips once more, shoulders shaking slightly with barely held-back giggles, and you can’t help but grin into the kiss too, making it rather difficult to continue when your teeth keep clashing together.

So Rosie moves on to continue his work on marking up your neck, putting that sparkling grin to good use by way of grazing his teeth along each sensitive spot on your skin, his smile only growing wider as you arch into him when he hits a particularly tender spot.

His lips work the same path downwards: jawline, neck, collarbone, until he reaches your chest. Pretty blue eyes meet your gaze as he wraps his lips carefully around your nipple and sucks.

The hand that isn’t currently buried in his curls flies to cover your mouth as an utterly obscene noise escapes you, arching into him as his tongue expertly swirls around your peaked bud, his hand moving to toy and pinch and twirl around your other breast, mouth and hand switching roles effortlessly when he feels it’s time.

A soft tug at his hair has him groaning around you but managing to pull away. Another desperate pull— this time receiving a playful nip to the valley between your breasts in response— draws his attention to where your hips are bucking against nothing, the empty air providing none of the relief you seek.

“Please,” you whine, so softly you can barely hear your own voice, “please, Robbie, I need you—”

Rosie smothers your pleas with his mouth, murmuring assurances against your lips.

“I gotcha, sweetheart, I promise, I know what you need,” he breathes, fingers dragging along your thigh towards your core, “Gotta get you ready for me, though, yeah?”

You’re ready to retort softly that you’ve been ready for him for the past two years, thank you very much, when you feel his finger drag slowly through your folds, circling around your entrance, carefully gathering the moisture collected there.

Rosie swears softly under his breath at how wet you are, muffling a slightly louder groan in your neck as his finger slides slowly inside you. You admit, there’s a tiny spark of satisfaction as you feel him twitch in his pajamas when he realizes how tight you are.

“Honey, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasps desperately, pumping one finger slowly in and out until he feels you can take a second. Then a third.

By this point, you have one hand clamped firmly over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the growing moans escaping from where you’ve clamped your bottom lip between your teeth. But talented as his fingers are, his mouth definitely isn’t helping. 

Rosie has that dangerously mischievous sparkle in his eyes that you know means trouble when he begins kissing a path down your body from just below your breasts to your core. Staring down at him with pleading eyes— except you’re not quite sure what you’re pleading for, you don’t want him to stop of course, but the noise…— he merely winks at you, his other hand moving to become an additional layer of soundproofing for your mouth as his own clamps over your clit.

Without warning, you’re gushing over his fingers, his mouth on your sensitive bundle of nerves all the push you needed to tumble over the edge.

You attempt to catch your breath as his hands leave your mouth and your core, his mouth brushing a gentle kiss over your hipbone before becoming preoccupied with cleaning the fingers now glistening with your release.

“You taste even better than I remembered, pretty girl,” he murmurs, moving to hover over you once more, his leg nestled between your own. His mouth seals over yours in a heated kiss that has you grinding desperately against him, fingers tracing along the waistband of his pajamas.

Of course, he knows what you want even before his name escapes your lips in a soft whine.

“Alright sweetheart, one second,” he mumbles against your lips before carefully moving off of you to rummage through his bag next to his nightstand.

You prop yourself up onto your elbows to watch as he produces one of what seems to be quite a few condoms stashed in an inside pocket.

“Douglass insisted I take ‘em when I told him I had a girl waiting for me back home,” he mumbles almost sheepishly in response to your quirked eyebrow.

You almost laugh, but your attention is diverted almost instantly when his pajamas and boxers join the clothes littering his bedroom floor.

Fuck, you’d forgotten how pretty he was.

You don’t remember sitting up as he approaches, but suddenly you are, one hand reaching out tentatively to trail along his hipbone as you take him in.

You brush your lips against his hip, one of his obscenely large hands pushing back a stray strand of hair as you follow a path down to where his pretty pink cock sits ready and waiting. 

“Can I?” You breathe, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Another— Another time, honey,” he manages after a moment, looking like it actually pains him to say it. “If you put that pretty mouth of yours to work on me there’s no way I’ll be able to stay quiet,” he jokes softly, dragging his thumb gently along your bottom lip, “and then where would we be?”

You press a kiss to the pad of his thumb with a chuckle, nodding in acknowledgment as you sit back.

“Well what can I do, Major?” You whine softly.

You’d meant for it to purely be a joke, but something flashes in his eyes for the briefest of moments at the use of his rank… interesting.

“Help me with this, sweetheart?” He grins, holding up the condom held between two fingers.

A matching grin crossing your face, you open it and gently roll it onto his length, fingers grazing gently along him as you pull away.

Looking up at him to gauge his expression, you see that his darkened blue eyes have closed at your touch, his teeth clamped over his bottom lip serving as a dam for the litany of curses that long to spill out of his mouth.

Once you’ve pulled away, Rosie bends down, gently leaning over you until you’re fully laying back on the bed. Baby blue eyes scanning over your figure hungrily, he shoots you a playful wink before climbing on top of you in an exaggeratedly careful manner, pointedly avoiding the spot that had let out that ear-piercing creak before.

Now properly face-to-face, he brushes gentle kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks as he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Ready, honey?” He asks softly, warm breath fanning over your skin.

“Yes,” you sigh against his lips, fingers tracing gently up and down his arms, “please.”

That boyish grin you love spreads across his face as he dips down for a quick kiss, slowly pressing into you.

You clamp down on your lip to hold back a moan at the stretch— delicious, yes, but being two years out of practice is making it feel like it’s your first time all over again.

“Oh, sweetheart—” he groans, his voice muffled from where he’s buried his face in your neck as he pauses to let you adjust, “fuck, ‘m not gonna last long,” he gasps with a soft laugh.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, mumbling breathlessly between your fingers, “I’m not going to either, darling.”

Once you’ve adjusted to the feeling of him being inside you once more, you give him a frantic nod, and he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, careful not to make too much noise.

The feeling of him inside you, his soft curls fisted in your hand, his breath on your skin, the way his mouth and mustache graze against your neck with every thrust, the barely-audible whispers of how good you feel, how much he missed you, how often he’d dreamed about this— it’s all too much and, true to your word, you quickly reach your second climax of the night, your moans muffled against your hand.

Rosie pulls back from your neck to watch as ecstasy rolls across your face, muffling a groan by way of crashing his lips to yours as your hand falls away.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your lips, hips stuttering against yours as his determined thrusts fall out of rhythm, “So fucking perfect, gonna make me—”

He dives back into your neck, muffling the loud moan that escapes him as, with several erratic thrusts, he spills into the condom. He slumps against you, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as the two of you try to catch your breath.

Rosie’s lips meet yours in a tender kiss as he pulls out of you, muffling the soft whine you let out at the sudden emptiness. You feel him chuckle softly against your lips, murmuring “be right back, honey,” as he goes to dispose of the condom and wriggle back into his boxers before climbing back onto his bed next to you.

You roll over to face him, the two of you taking a moment to just hold each other.

“Was it—” Rosie whispers, a flush coming to his cheeks as he asks, “Was it okay? I know it’s been a while—”

You silence him with a gentle kiss.

“It was perfect, Robbie,” you say softly, gazing into his pretty blue eyes, “You’re perfect.”

He smiles at your words and pulls you closer, his strong arms wrapping securely around you, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

The two of you stay like that for a while until he whispers in your ear regretfully, “I should probably get you back to your room.”

You want to protest, to savor the feeling of being in his arms again after so long, but you know he’s right. The last thing you’d need would be for his mother to stumble upon the two of you like this  in the morning.

You hum, nod, and slowly extricate yourself from his embrace. Rosie helps you back into your nightgown and robe, scattering kisses over your exposed skin before it’s covered once more.

“Hey,” he stops you before you open his door, soft eyes gazing down at you, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You lean up onto your tiptoes to press a final kiss to his lips. “Welcome home, my love.”

With that, you slip silently back across the hall, settling into bed with a grin that refuses to fade even as you fall quickly into sleep.

Hope y’all liked it 😇 And for those wondering… don’t worry, they won’t have to keep quiet in the next part 😏

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[cosmicoatlatte]

────── ☆ cosmicoatlatte's short & sweet vanilla kinktober 2024

a little while ago i had the idea of participating in kinktober for the first time only for my grandiose plans of thirty-one smuts to be wrecked by my two jobs simultaneously hitting unpredictable trouble and a persistent illness so this kinktober will just be a short & sweet one but i hope you'll enjoy it anyway

all works are for masters of the air, more might be added later

OCTOBER 1ST — john 'bucky' egan + hands

OCTOBER 5TH — robert 'rosie' rosenthal + cockwarming

OCTOBER 13TH — preference + quickie

OCTOBER 19TH — everett blakely + temperature

OCTOBER 27TH — joseph 'bubbles' payne + "cheating"

OCTOBER 31ST — preference + marking

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[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Too sweet

John Egan X RedCross! Reader

Summary: When Y/n breaks up with Harry Crosby, Bucky goes to help her...

Warning: Asshole!Harry Crosby/+18/ smut/ riding/ unprotected sex/ p in v/ hickey/ swearing/ kissing/ alcohol/ use of Y/n

Word count: 2.7k

The band was playing as Y/n and Harry Crosby made their way into the room. It was a party for someone’s 25th mission. Y/n was excited to drink what the barman was going to propose, words on the street was that he was good with fruity drinks. It was something new for the base, they usually drank whiskey, rhum and coca cola. ‘’I’ve heard that he makes new drinks, fruitier than your usual whiskey’’ she joked, but Crosby was not laughing. He was growing tired of Y/n’s sunshine personality. He liked her, but he liked her body more. They were just having sex at first, to blow off some steam, but Y/n started to visit him, and Crosby didn’t have to balls to tell her that it was just sex.

‘’He doesn’t deserve her’’ John Egan said to his friend, Buck. ‘’I completely agree with you, he seems tired of her’’ he adds. Ever since she came on the base as a Red Cross volunteer, Bucky was in awe of her. She was so beautiful, and she had this confident attitude that attracted the Major. Bucky kept looking at her from across the room as Crosby dragged her in front of the bar. ‘’You should convince her to, y’a know, leave him’’ Rosie Rosenthal said, taking a sip of his drinks as he joined the conversation. Egan’s head turned to look at Rosie, questioning his motive, but still, John agreed with him. Helen joined the men, with her drink in the hand, she came next to Rosie. ‘’I heard that he’s the missionary king. Kinda boring if you want my opinion’’ she took a sip, smirking. Gale Cleven scoffed before looking at Y/n, the woman looked desperate for someone to save her.

She adjusted her dress, the one she wore for him. It was bright red, the buttons stopped in the middle of her breast, exposing cleavage, the dress stopped mid thigh. It was beautiful, Y/n thought she looked amazing in it; but when Harry Crosby saw her, he just said that she looked nice. It pained her, she put a lot of effort in her look to just be told that she looked nice. ‘’I’ll have a whiskey, neat’’ Crosby ordered. Y/n stuttered a little bit, she didn’t know what to say. She looked at the menu, filled with colorful drinks before choosing one with grenadine and gin. Helen came to her rescue, pulling her away from Crosby as Y/n grabbed her drink. ‘’I’m borrowing her’’ Helen said to Harry. She almost spilled her drink, but when she sat on the table, Helen looked at her. ‘’Him? Y/n you deserve better’’ she stated. ‘’We’re not official, and he’s really tired, his job is hard.’’ she excused him, again. Helen rolled her eyes, before looking at John Egan. ‘’By the look of things, you’ll never be official with him. He looks bored’’ she tries to reason her friend. Y/n fidgeted with her fingers, taking a sip of her drink. It was really tasty! ‘’It’s complicated, he’s still with Jean’’ Y/n whispered. Helen choked on her drink, almost spitting it. ‘’WHAT?!’’ she exclaimed; Y/n looked at the ground.

John Egan was looking at Y/n, that red dress suited her perfectly. She was breathtaking. When they heard Helen exclaim loudly, Buck and Rosie looked at each other. ‘’Holy shit’’ Rosie chuckled as he read Helen’s lips. ‘’What?’’ Bucky asked, looking at Rosie. ‘’If I understand correctly, he’s still with his wife’’ Rosie whispered. Bucky started to laugh. ‘’Harry Crosby, you son of a bitch’’ he mumbled, chuckling. Harry Crosby made his way into the crowd, looking for Y/n, when he got to her, he practically pulled her away from her chair. Y/n walked past Bucky, smiling to him as she was being dragged in the room.

‘’Another whiskey, neat please’’ he ordered the same thing. Y/n tried a lot of things, it was all good, she tried to convince Harry to try other things, but he was sticking with his whiskey neat. ‘’Croz, the Cosmopolitan is really good, I’m sure you’ll like – ‘’ Harry Crosby slammed his hand on the table, not to strong, but loud enough to make the woman flinch. ‘’Goddamnit, Y/n, for the last time. I don’t want to try your fruity drinks! God, how many times do I have to tell you?!’’ he said, aggressively. ‘’I, uh, I’’ she stuttered, in shock of what just happened. ‘’You and your sweet stuff. *scoff*, pathetic. Why can’t you just be like Jean, obedient and silent. No, I have to deal with your sweet and ‘I always see things in a positive way’ bullshit. Your just too sweet for me!’’ he spat. The waiter put his whiskey on the table. Y/n had enough, she took his glass and got up her seat. ‘’You know what? I’d like to see things for your point of view, but I can’t get my head so far up my ass. Fuck you Harry Crosby, we’re done. Go back to your wife, you must miss her after all!’’ she said as she threw his whiskey on him.

That’s my girl! That’s what John Egan thought when he saw Y/n throw whiskey on Harry Crosby. He had it coming for a while now. He was so proud of her; he had a huge grin on his face. ‘’Go after her’’ Helen suggested, and that’s what he did. He saw her going outside, so that’s where he went. ‘’Y/n, wait!’’ he called her out. She had pure anger running through her veins. But she knew that it wasn’t Crosby going after her. She turned around and saw him. ‘’Bucky, hi’’ she cleared her throat. ‘’Are you okay? I, uh, saw the scene’’ he scratched the back of his head. She replaced her hair, looking at Bucky. ‘’Yeah, he's such an asshole’’ she scoffed. John walked closer to her, she wasn’t crying, but she was angry at Crosby. ‘’You want to get out of here?’’ he asked her, she tilted her head in confusion. ‘’Where would we go?’’ she asked. ‘’Not out of the base, but out of this aera, where he could come out’’ he clarified. She nodded as John led her gently to his Jeep.

They entered the woman’s quarters, but they were empty, since everyone was at the party. ‘’By the way, you look astonishing in that dress.’’ He complimented her. Her cheeks grew red as she bit her bottom lip. ‘’Thank you, Bucky, I, uh, you look handsome too’’ she stuttered. ‘’Those drinks looked really good; I wished I tasted one’’ he said. Y/n smiled, truly happy. That’s all he had to do, was it so hard Harry? ‘’Yeah, they were’’ she whispers as she awkwardly looks around the room. ‘’Can I ask you a question?’’ he asked her. She nodded as she sat on her bed. ‘’Why were you with him?’’ he asks. Y/n smiles as she thinks. ‘’Honestly, I thought he was going to be nice and caring. But he wasn’t, and the sex was bad’’ she blurted out the last part, putting her hand in front of her mouth in shock. ‘’God, I’m sorry, please forget I said that’’ she chuckles nervously. ‘’Don’t worry, I already knew that Helen told me’’ he confessed.

They’ve been talking for a while now; nurses were starting to come back. ‘’You have to go; you’re not supposed to be here’’ Y/n signs. John got up, so did Y/n. ‘’I’m not ready for this night to be over’’ he confesses. She blushes as she looks at him. ‘’Me neither’’ she whispers. Bucky smirks as she takes her hand, leading her outside. They got up in his Jeep as they went inside Bucky’s quarters, since he was important on the base, he had his own room. It was in the building where everyone lived, but still, it gave him a little bit of privacy. ‘’Don’t worry about them’’ he whispered as she saw men on their bed. Some men were already sleeping, others were reading and the ones that looked at her were smiling, because they saw what happened with Crosby.

When they entered his room, she felt a weird sense of déjà vu. She’d been here, in this building multiple times with Crosby, but now, she felt like she was important. When she was here, they would have fast and boring sex, usually in missionary. After sex, Harry would fall asleep, he fell asleep around 3pm, leaving Y/n alone, bored and unsatisfied. ‘’What’s going on in your pretty head?’’ Bucky asked as he closed the door. ‘’Nothing, I’m happy to be here’’ she said, not too loudly. Bucky smiled; she was so beautiful. She got comfortable, taking her shoes off and taking a seat on his bed, where he joined her after taking off his jacket. He was a little bit nervous, only because she was so beautiful. ‘’What did Helen told you, y’a know, about the sex?’’ she asked, smiling. Bucky chuckled and looked at her in the eyes. ‘’That he was the missionary king, and it was boring’’ he explains. ‘’Yeah, uh, she’s right.’’ She laughed nervously. ‘’He was that bad?’’ he asked. Y/n nodded as she blushes. ‘’He was’’ she whispers.

The air in the small room felt hot and thick. They’ve been talking about sex for a while and Y/n was hot, the small room was not helping. ‘’Tell me something true’’ Y/n said. He let out a breath before finding the courage to say what he was about to say. ‘’I really want to kiss you right now’’ he breathed out. Her breath caught in her throat as she blinked and looked at him. ‘’Tell me something true, Y/n.’’ he said seductively. She didn’t even have to think twice. ‘’I really want you to kiss me’’ she breathed out. She looked at his eyes, then his lips and his eyes again. Their face was so close, the air in the room was so heavy. Bucky put his hands on her cheek before pressing his lips on hers. The kiss felt like sunrise, it felt so good. Harry Crosby wasn’t a good kisser, but John Egan was a really good kisser. They pulled away to catch their breaths. ‘’Please… Don’t stop’’ she whispered. ‘’I wasn’t planning on it’’ he smirked. Their lips crashed against the other again, this time, it was more intense. Bucky hands trailed down her body, he laid down on the bed, making Y/n got on his lap.

His hands were getting under her skirt, trailing on her thighs, getting closer to her panties. ‘’That red dress is driving me crazy’’ he mumbled against her lips. Her hips grinned against his lap, she felt him growing hard under her. ‘’At least, someone found it hot’’ she chuckled. ‘’Yeah, more than hot – ‘’ his hips buckled, making her feel his boner. ‘’- Feel that? That’s what that dress does to me’’ he smirked. ‘’Just a dress? It doesn’t take you much’’ she giggles. He scoffed before kissing her neck. ‘’Yeah, just that. You looked like a goddess’’ he sucked the skin on her neck, making a mark. She was out of breath, she wasn’t used to this much foreplay, she felt a little dizzy, but it was in the best way possible. His hands were still on her thighs, playing with her panties, taunting her a little bit. But, even if she loved what was happening, she was frustrated, she needed Bucky right now. ‘’Major, I need you. I love the foreplay and stuff, but please; I need you’’ she breathed out. He smirked as he reached her panties. ‘’Whatever you want, darling’’ he said as he took her panties off. Her hands reached his belt, she unbuckled it as she eagerly watched him. ‘’As long as I love this dress, I want to see you’’ he said, unbuttoning her dress. ‘’Then, let me see you’’ she replied, looking at him.

They quickly undressed before going in the same position they were in before. She was naked, on top of him, Bucky was also naked. She was soaking wet, she wasn’t used to this much attention, so it turned her on a lot. ‘’Ride me, sweetheart, c’mon’’ he encouraged her. She sunk down on him, her breath caught in her throat because of the size of his length. ‘’Holy shit’’ she moaned. ‘’Breath, Y/n, take your, shit, take your time’’ he mumbled. His head was thrown back, she was really tight and felt heavenly. She began grinding on him, slowly, to make sure that it didn’t hurt. ‘’Atta girl’’ he breathed out. As she familiarized herself with his size, Y/n began to move a little faster. Bucky’s hand went on her hips, he wanted to guide her. But she was going to the pace that he was looking for. ‘’You’re so big…’’ she moaned as she leaned to kiss him. He chuckled before kissing her. When she felt one of his hands on her breast, she moaned inside his mouth. He played with her tit, teasing her nipple; he loved watching her body react to him, it felt good, seeing the effect he had on her.

The heavy breathing coming out of their mouth was erotic, the fact that they had to keep quiet was pure torture. As they came closer to their orgasm, it was more difficult to keep quiet. She felt a not in her stomach, her climax was close, but a small part of herself didn’t want it to be over, she was truly enjoying it. ‘’I’m close’’ she managed to whisper. ‘’Me too, cum with me’’ he pleaded. She tried to hold her orgasm, but it was hard. Her thighs were shaking. ‘’Bucky, I need too – ‘’ ‘’Cum, now’’ he ordered. They both reached their climax at the same time, they tried to keep quiet, but the pleasure was too much. Bucky sucked her neck again to keep quiet, marking her again.

Bucky and Y/n had to take a moment to recover from what just happened, it was truly amazing, they couldn’t believe it. ‘’Thank you for this amazing sex’’ she breathed out, smiling. ‘’You’re welcome, and I agree, it was amazing’’ he smiled. She decided to sleep here, postponing her walk of shame tomorrow. She put on one of his shirts as she laid beside him. She felt happy, her stomach had butterflies. When she fell asleep, she didn’t even think about Harry Crosby, she thought about John Egan.

A knock on the door woke them up, it was potentially someone telling Bucky that he was flying today, but when she opened the door, Y/n was surprised to see Harry Crosby. When he saw her, his mouth slightly opened. ‘’Y/n, what are you doing in Bucky’s room?’’ he asked. Bucky walked behind Y/n, she felt like she had a scary dog privilege. ‘’What do you want, Croz?’’ Bucky asked. ‘’You, uh, you’re needed, the, uh, Colonel wants to see you’’ he stuttered, seeing the marks in Y/n’s neck. She looked at her watch, it was almost time for her shift. ‘’Shoot I gotta go, see y’a’’ she kissed Bucky’s neck as she put her dress on, not bothering to button it since she was going to change. Crosby had his jaw on the floor, it wasn’t a walk of shame, it was a walk of power.

She was sitting on a table; it was her break. She’d been giving out coffee for hours, she didn’t want a boring black coffee, she wanted a good coffee, with milk and sugar, sadly milk and sugar was for Majors. ‘’Is there anyone sitting here?’’ Harry Crosby asked, with two cups of coffee in his hands. She didn’t want to talk to him, but he sat down on the table anyway. He pushed one cup in front of her: black coffee. Y/n looked at the cup, then slowly rose her head to look a Crosby. ‘’What do you want?’’ she asked. ‘’I’m so sorry for yesterday, I didn’t know – ‘’ she cut him off with her hand. ‘’Crosby, you came here to get me back?’’ she asked, with a hint of disgust. He nodded. ‘’I don’t want to hear it, you humiliated me, told me I was boring, and you’re married!’’ at the same time, Bucky came to sit next to her, handing her a cup of coffee with milk and sugar. ‘’Milk and sugar, just how you like it’’ he smiled as he sat down. Bucky kissed her cheek before looking at Crosby. ‘’You said it yourself, Harry, I’m too sweet for you’’

[speirslore]

hello! i'm lara! i am a history major in college. i like hbo war shows and other historical media (my favorite show is the pacific).

my writing is absolutely only based off of the fictional portrayal of these men.

requesting guidelines

i write for band of brothers, the pacific, and masters of the air

i do not write explicit smut

requests can be for a group of the boys or just an individual

there is no time table for when they will be completed but requests are always open

fyi, as of now, i just write headcanons

headcanons:

band of brothers

types of kisses

dating the officers

when you get hurt [officers + roe]

flirting styles + reaction to you flirting back

the pacific

masters of the air

types of kisses

domesticity w/ john brady

domesticity w/ rosie rosenthal

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Crosby/Jean Crosby/Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal Characters: Harry Crosby (1919-2010), Jean Crosby, Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Smut, Punishment, Cuckolding, Come Eating, Vaginal Sex, sub!Harry, dom!Rosie, Dom!Jean, they're all in love, and fucking, Orgasm Denial Series: Part 4 of Harry Has Two Doms (He Needs 'Em) Summary:

Harry's fifteen minutes late after promising he'll be on time. Rosie and Jean make sure he gets punished.

Harry has to sit in the cuck chair.

[blakelysco-pilot]

(from the prompts) 15 for Rosie and Jo please ❤️

hi nonny! thank you for the request!

prompts are from this list

18+ under the cut; minors DNI

15. “I wanted you to be my first.”

He’s not sure how, or when, but somewhere between an immeasurable number of letters, and that first night at Minton’s, Rosie Rosenthal can think of nothing aside from a quiet moment with Jo. And now, well, now she’s in his lap, her skirt rucked up to her waist, and lips hungrily chasing his as they break apart for air. Her fingers have made a mess of his pomade curls, her lips nipping and biting at every inch of available flesh she can find as she pops two more buttons open on the front of his shirt. She noses herself against the juncture of his throat, teeth grazing his pulse effortlessly, tongue lapping up the taste of salt from his skin. He’s been on dates before Josephine, they both have, and he’s been with other woman, but none of that matters as he feel her gently rock against him, the clips of her garter belt straining with each movement.

Her soft mewls as she catches her center against the fly of his trousers is enough to throttle him off the figurative ledge he’s already hanging by. Each back and forth of her hips growing faster by the moment, his grip on her thighs getting tighter each time she lets go of a moan. He can’t help but wonder if she’d notice him unclipping her garter belt, and lets his fingers wander closer to that gap of skin just above where her pantyhose ends. His long fingers twitch just above the first clip, and just as he pulls at it, she arches into him pressing her chest against his.

“Jo…” She doesn’t answer, instead she tests the waters again, rocking against him, watching him under her watchful eye. “Honey pie, wait…”

“What… did I…”

“Honey, I just need to know if you’re sure.”

“I am sure,” She pressed her lips to his fully, hands sneaking up to his curls again. “Robbie, I’ve only ever wanted you.”

“Me too… I just want you to be absolutely sure, because this is, well, it’s-“

“Robbie,” She cut off his rambling, one finger over his lips just like the night in Minton’s. “I wanted you to be my first. That's why I waited.”

“I promise to do my best to make it worth the wait.”

“You have always been worth the wait, darling.”