i hope u know u have destroyed me w ur description of major cleven back there and i expect every detail of major egan’s as well now
P.S CLEVEN SO IS A SPLUTTER
Long love our gushing little eager sprinkler Cleven!
Now, on to Major John Egan who will definitely blush up to his ears regarding what I shall relay over the covers of this our sleepover, but who will nonetheless be tuned in with unabashed curiosity to hear what we make of him and to catch -he dearly hopes- some word of admiration and applause for his pleasing proportions…
Cock-versations: John “Bucky” Egan edition
nsfw (AF!) under the cut:
So we’ve talked about Gale Cleven and his ken doll perfect silicon-esque, beauty pageant pretty cock, how it’s shaped and sized as if to be a dildo, as immaculate as that face he possesses, feels a little otherworldly to be even dealing with it kinda cock.
But Bucky? Oh that’s no cherub for you, that’s a salt of the earth man.
Where Gale Cleven’s appendage could get passed up in a line up of fakes as another perfect fake, there’s something to be said about a cock so singular, rugged and wonderfully human there’s no doubting it’s a genuine -if utterly shocking- article.
If Gale Cleven is a renaissance pillar, John Egan is a gnarled oak tree.
Hear me out:
For one: The sheer size. Tree-worthy, a mighty oak, a stalwart redwood, a hardened maple. But also, a tad bent, and curving up, partly because all that length must go somewhere. And oh -trust me, there’s length. But there’s also girth. But here’s what’s funny, my sweets, length and girth as we have said but were you to lay this cock next to say, bratwurst or the average petite pubic bone, you might be a little shocked by just how large it is. Because when seen in the wild, seen at liberty, attached to the man himself, it appears deceivingly moderate.
It’s the opposite of Cleven’s slim hips and jutting pillar illusion. Instead, with Bucky you’ve got mighty thighs and a huge torso and broad shoulders that could carry the globe. You would be forgiven for thinking he’s nicely equipped while not rightfully proportioning it to you, to the rest of us mortals.
Taken alone or…into oneself, you suddenly realize you’re riding a telephone pole and…now we are back to the tree imagery again. Huge, bent a bit, a tendency to grow and throb the harder he gets, but most of all -we all know and love that very special vein running along the underside of a dick. But for Egan? That whole vein is an extra ridge, like a three leaf clover cock sorta thing: if you’ve seen one you never forget it, and when I tell you it rubs your stretched little rim to madness with it’s extra ridge, I’m not using hyperbole.
Closing thoughts: less of a bright Barbie pink tip like Cleven’s and more of a constant pretty multi shade of purples, all along, sack and all. shockingly huge balls to go with it, even deeper plummy shade for these. perhaps the hottest and warmest cum blast you’ve ever felt, those swimmers have been sheltered and simmered in between those thighs waiting just for you, after all.
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🦄: ... Bucky didn’t wreck the bar at the Greenland base
I love this question so much because it just opens us up to consider all the ways Bucky is still going to make the bartender hate his fucking guts.
I mean, here you are, knowing you're gonna be dealing with fucking pilots and navigators and that U-S-A-U-S-A broo hah hah while all these fucks fly through.
And in walks the tallest and broadest motherfucker you've ever seen, and you have been at this job a long time, and that huge smile and big, friendly vibe tells you everything you need to know:
this is a feral man about to do something incredibly annoying
The Narwhal tusk goes unharmed. But he breaks three chairs by sitting down with his whole ass body. And he puts two darts into the lovely photo you have of the bay. Which isn't even NEAR the goddamn dart board.
And then he starts to sing.
And when you get this big fucker by the scruff of the neck to tell him to shut the fuck up, he puts his finger to his lips, nods solemnly, then says, "Is that a unicorn horn?" while turning to look at the Narwahl tusk.
"It's a Narwahl tusk."
"The unicorn is my favorite extinct animal."
And then he just passes the fuck out in the middle of the floor and no one is sober enough to lift him, and you are fine leaving this giant idiot right where he is, but then the weather changes and you have to put up with him for a second day.
"Unicorns aren't real," you say to him.
And the way he grins, you know he's up to something. But he actually behaves a bit better that night and even fixes one of the chairs, and you think okay maybe he's not so bad.
And then weeks--WEEKS--later another fucking pilot with a DIFFERENT but very DISTINCT feral energy hands you a box and says, "From Major Egan."
Hiii!! Thanks for the ask!! Let's get into these!🫡
3. If you read the book, how did you feel about the timeline of the show versus how it was explained in the book?
Since the book is about the whole 8th AF as a whole, the 100th isn't really covered much, but I think that they spent so much time (6 episodes) on May '43-October '43 that the next two years were very smushed. I wish we could've gotten more about D-Day because the 100th did some AMAZING stuff!
7. Do you have a favorite MotA fic? If so, can you link it?
I LOVE @wexhappyxfew's mota oc oneshots!! She's created the most amazing crew for a B-17 named Silver Bullets! You can find Shannon's masterlist for the Silver Bullets girls here!
8. Who was your favorite pair in the show?
I'm going with a platonic pairing with this question, so I have to say the obvious answer...Buck and Bucky!! Other than them two, I loved Bubbles and Croz SO MUCH and it killed me when Bubbles went down, even though I knew it was coming. 😭😭
14. Rank your order of the war shows (Pacific, BoB, GK, MotA)
BoB and MotA are very very close to being equal to me, but I am putting BoB first just for nostalgia because it's what got me into the hbowar fandom.
Band of Brothers
Masters of the Air
The Pacific
Generation Kill
26. Rate the show 1-5 stars, and tell us why!
I would rank it a solid 4.8. It's no secret that I love Masters so much, but I feel like it could've had a more complete arc if there was a 10th episode. It was a little rushed and that's why I'd take off .2.
It's for sure Nate as Rosie. I know he auditioned for someone else at first but I can't imagine him being anyone else but our Twinkle Toes. He embodied him so well. Same goes for Anto as Croz!
27. What do you wish they had included?
I wish they had included the Just A Snappin' crash scene, Croz and Jean reuniting and Croz losing it over tiddies at every possible moment.
17. Which character did you feel deserved more screen time?
Ev Blakely! They could have done so much with him. He was so dedicated and usually the lead pilot. He was promoted to major and became the commander of the 418th after the Bremen mission. Then he became the group training officer.
24. If you could have a show about one of the characters after the war, who would it be?
Probably Rosie. I think his role at Nuremberg would be interesting.
do have any rosie headcanons? especially erm, ahem, *spicy* ones? (asking for a friend, plz/thanks)
Oh Nonnie, don’t I just! come on into the pillow fort, (don’t forget to bring your friend) and be careful not to crush Meatball’s paws.
Massive amounts of gratitude to my darling friends who contributed so very much found herein, some aspects word for word, and who are always there in my hour of need: @suraemoon @faegoddessog
Well hello hello. Is this a requested description or a love letter? Legit don’t know but here goes…
Cock-versations || Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal edition 🥇
nsfw (AF!!) below the cut
General Remarks: let’s just start this off with some entirely accurate blanket statement like- “this is the prettiest cock in the 100th.” Yeah we could get in the weeds and start measuring everyone up to see if The Nazi Prosecutor and Legendary Pilot of 52 missions and the 100th’s beloved Step Dad(dy) Who Stepped tf Up is indeed the biggest, but like, why? Because what we know without that experiment (although Lordy, what an experiment that would be??) is that this man knows how to use what he’s got. And what he’s got is substantial. Must I go on to euphemize the whole “piloting a school bus like a fighter jet?”
Sordid Details: Rosie stands for something else besides shortening that name, ok? This color is like…like Monet specifically invented it for the perfect shade to paint his waterlily and for the gorgeous and graduated pink hues of Major Rosenthal’s cock leading to the impossibly wide mushroom head that’s situated on a very plush pink base that’s almost as wide as it is long and so is in danger of appearing mildly shorter at times? but that’s mostly an optical illusion due to the girth. Yes we said Gale is packing the perfect dildo cock but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so at a certain point one must ask: for some of us, doesn’t a little individuality almost add to the beauty than subtract? Such is the case with the Rosie Cock, it’s just special enough you could pick it outta a lineup but it also doesn’t look so unforgettable as to be mistaken for an elephant trunk or a betting pencil.
For your endearing consideration: beyond being the prettiest color and the most deliciously sized appendage, this man also takes care in his appearance, those short and curlies are kept nice and trimmed for your ultimate sucking pleasure and the pubes are a little surprise in themselves as, rather like his mustache, they have dark roots but there’s a definite glint of ginger to them when you get them out into the bright sunlight or when the sun is really pouring into the window. So, your assignment is to 1. outdoor sex, romantic picnic or lounge chair by the pool it don’t matter just no fox hunting. 2. Let this man throw the covers off after a night of passion and then you yourself wake up early enough to survey the landscape of him, as it were, i swear the prettiness will take your breath away
A Note on the Wielder of the Weapon: back to the whole piloting a school bus like a fighter jet… He’s packing but he’s not a pummeling packing sorta guy like dear Egan who will bully his receivers into orgasms, or Cleven who will soberly and expertly dish them out like they are communion wafers to be reverently accepted. Rosie, no, see, he’s both generous and also -fun. He’s a dork, he laughs when he shouldn’t and trains in his underwear -but one of those times to laugh is sex!! a little levity never hurt sexy times and some of the most truly romantic sex is fond and giggly while also full of expertise, passion and hours and hours of this man wooing the fuck outta you like you’re not already signed sealed and delivered as his. This is the sorta man to be able to line up y’all’s eyes, noses and lips all while undulating like a damn dolphin at the hips.
Finesse, my friends, finesse.
Twinkle Toes aspect: such a fucking tease and a dork at times, as we’ve mentioned. Also between his crazy eyes and his lawyerly self assurance, this man has terrifying capabilities to turn his virtues into villainous weapons. See: gaslighting. He can make you feel nuts for thinking he’s teasing the fuck outta you when he’s just been sitting here with colleagues. (Honestly? This could get intense but that’s for a darker fic at another time.) But to keep it chill and more in character, let us just say you’ve gotta be ready to be wooed for hours on end, and that’s not for the faint of heart. Neither is being discreetly fingered in front of his prestigious associates at dinner or in the elevator. Because he does that, so subtle and yet so intense. He’s 100% a “feral for no panties under that skirt” kinda guy, all the house chores he so sexily helps out with also means he can hide your underwear like a pro just in time for an outing.
In short: he’s all about sex all the time, but not in the rabbit-like aspect of some of his fellows, doing dishes is a natural form of foreplay for this man, he understands the inner workings of arousal, it’s on his mind all the time but it doesn’t mean he’s doing it all the time, and in fact, this is one of the few men who could put it in you for a few strokes, bent over the hood of his Chrysler after dancing and drinks, only as a means to tease you and then put himself back in his trousers and drive home while you get so desperate you actually start calling him Daddy. -not in the modern weird way (no shade but it stands) but in that 40’s sorta way, (which has layers of its own).
If ya know, then ya know.
One more addendum: once he’s inside you, this man’s face displays every wondrous, anticipatory, contemplative and blissful emotion that is part of the orgasmic journey, he also cums an extraordinary amount, you’ll think he’s done at last and NOPE, here comes another rope of the thick stuff. Which means that after the frantic over-the-edge-first-wave-of-cumming bit, he’ll open his eyes again and smile down at you as he works the rest out in a more measured but very lethal way, if you’ve not cum yet or are about to again, this is when he gets you and it’s made so much worse/better because of all the hot and slick stuff he just deposited 🥰 also…humming
this doesn’t need to be a full headcanon because I don’t think you can put much substance into this but who do you think tries to dirty talk in his letters? I just know if Bucky were the pale pal type he’d write the 40s equivalent of 50 shades whereas buck would never even think about asking his girl to send a booby pic in her next letter.
Nonny, you’re so right is the thing 😂 And I do have a few thoughts below.
Cut for length, more under the cut, light spice sprinkled in.
Bucky Egan:
My entire evidence for this is @precious-little-scoundrel and her Julie Jean and Bucky letters….so if you haven’t read those, you’re missing OUT and you need to go read it immediately. The archetype for everything tbh. But I have a few thoughts as well. Bucky is the type of person who writes out all of his intrusive thoughts in a letter—even the dirty ones, albeit very sweetly. He doesn’t mean to be crude, it just kinda happens. Would send saucy pictures for you as well 🤭
Hamilton Hambone:
This man, on the other hand, is the 1940s equivalent of a tumblr girlie writing x reader smut, okay?? Like those letters have to be BURNED afterwards because they make you blush and burn for one another. Absolutely treasures the letters you send him and hopes you’ll write things just as spicy.
Benny DeMarco:
Listen, I think it’s an accident but he just starts writing, doesn’t intend to send it to you AT ALL, and then tiredly sends the spicy letter before realizing his mistake. So there’s light amounts of wet dreams included in his letters along with missing certain parts of you, but it’s all balanced out and still pretty nice.
Rosie Rosenthal:
The definition of class and how to imply things between the lines. You can say quite a lot by not saying anything at all and he absolutely takes advantage of that. It’s on par with tactful smutty poetry tbh, but all still very respectful and loving.
