#full commando

[beyondthespheres]

sooo lovely and cool

[starsinmylatte]

Kink alphabet request for Rick Flag Sr F and P pretty please 👀

ALSO PLZ WRITE MORE RICK FLAG SR no one else is and I am chomping at the bars of my enclosure for that man😂

Anon, my beloved, I fear that Rick Sr. is consuming my brain so you'll get plenty of content. I need that sliver fox in a way that is offensive to feminism.

That being said….. your wish is my command ✨18+ MDNI✨

F (Favorite Position): Ok ok so this is going to depend on if it’s casual or if he’s in a committed relationship.

Rick is definitely not opposed to one-night stands when he's single. As a military man who enlisted young, he learned from the older soldiers to work his desires out whenever possible with as few messy entanglements as possible. This only grew more important when Rick and his wife divorced, and his hand alone just wasn't enough to fulfill his needs.

For any fling, he favors doggy style. He’s able to go rough and fast to work out his stress while making sure his partner feels good too, but doggy isn’t as intimate to him as any face to face position. He will shove you into the mattress and watch through half-lidded eyes as his thick cock bullies its way into your slick cunt, causing rivulets of arousal to run down your thighs, but he’ll never finish inside and he won’t really kiss you. It’s almost businesslike; a strictly equal exchange get both parties the release they need.

Rick promises himself that it’s better this way. He’s seen hookups grow messy for other soldiers and the last thing he needs after his ex is more petty bullshit, but deep down it’s not really the petty things that he’s afraid of. It’s all just to protect his heart from being broken again.

However, once he’s in a relationship that man is instantly changing his favorite position to Face off and he gets nasty. Rick relishes watching your face contort in pleasure at every mean roll of his hips as he decorates your neck with hickies and tastes your sweat. He swears that watching your bruised, swollen lips try to form the syllables of his name through your cock-drunk state is the prettiest sight he’s ever seen. Rick throws all of his measured, carefully constructed boundaries out the window and gives into the base, animalistic side of himself that wants to fuck, claim, and worship you intimately in every possible way.

P (pace): He can do it all, but his favorite is slow but punishingly deep. The kind that has you moaning and drooling, pawing at his beefy chest for purchase as he knocks the air right out of your lungs.

Feel free to send in more letter requests for his Kink alphabet!

[kaiserouo]

yay characters with identical uniforms that completely erase their individuality my favorite

also a tiled image because i did that with houndy too, and another black/white version i made when i tested my random tiling code

[haxo-wolfie]

one again, THESE 2 MAKE ME ILLLL

[nibeul]

wanted to make a commando

[id in alt]

[animecat33]

The Bride keeping her title, but instead of being Eric's bride, she's Nina's, send post

[breezemachine]

Quick sketch of Rick Flag SENIOR

[arliganzey]

part two: juno.

(part one: bed chem)

“Will you be all right until Etain gets here?”

Darman looks up from his datapad. It’s still a shock to see Bardan as he is now—no robes, green beskar’gam, helmet under his arm. He’s gone a few days without a shave, cut his hair to a manageable length, and had Darman not known better, could have been mistaken for a born and bred Mando’ad.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Bard’ika.”

“Be back in three hours.” Bardan disappears behind the helmet, now a faceless Mandalorian. He pauses, and Darman looks at him, half-expecting him to say one more then. But then he turns and leaves, and Darman is alone.

He waits. He’d much rather have met up with Etain when she returned to the barracks, walked with her down the skywalk to take a transport to the apartment. Maybe hold hands like the couples he’s seen milling around Triple Zero. But this is what they signed up for: a clone and a Jedi general couldn’t be together, so they had to meet in secret.

At least the squad knows. In fact, maybe too many folks are well aware of his and Etain’s relationship. There is some comfort knowing they aren’t the only ones–Atin and Ordo had their respective partners, too.

Before long, Etain pings his datapad I’m here. And the door opens.

Darman crosses the room as Etain drops her bag and heads straight for him. They crash together, Darman scooping her up into his arms and lifting her off the floor. Her arms tighten around his shoulders, her head turns to pepper the side of his head with kisses. He doesn’t put her down, carrying her to the couch. They fall onto the couch and Darman pulls Etain into his lap. They say nothing for a good, long while, letting their kisses and hands do the talking.

“Dar,” Etain says, interrupted by another urgent kiss. “Darman.”

It occurs to Darman that she may not be repeating his name out of desperation, and actually has something to tell him. His hands frame her hips, dark eyes peering up. “Yes, Et’ika?”

She takes a deep breath. She seems burdened by what she wants to say. Her jaw tenses, her lips pressed together. He inhales, and she cups his cheek, an apology waiting in her wide eyes.

“Etain. Please.” Darman’s heart starts to sink.

“Dar, I’m pregnant.”

His heart does something different, stopping for a beat. “What?”

She blinks, the corners of her eyes are wet with tears. “I’m pregnant.”

“With a–child?”

“Yes, Dar.”

“Our child?”

“Yes.” Etain’s eyes well up and she inhales sharply. “Our child.”

“Oh.” Darman scrambles to hold onto reality. A child. Their child. Our child. “You’re pregnant?” he confirms, his voice lifting.

Etain takes his face into her hands. “Yes, Darman. I am pregnant. With our child.”

Darman looks down as if he’s confused by the lack of any indication of the pregnancy on her person. “How?” He knows how. “I mean–when?”

“I’m twelve weeks along, which means…” Her face turns red. After a moment of reflection, Darman remembers where they were twelve weeks ago, too.

Darman breaks into a grin. Etain watches his face, still teary-eyed. “Right,” he says with a faint smile. In war, pleasant memories come few and far between. His smile fades when he looks into Etain’s fretful eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Dar, I don’t know what happened. I thought I could prevent this.”

Darman turns his face into Etain’s hand and kisses her palm. He’s at a loss for words. His heart starts to pound in his chest as his mind works over the details. What are they going to do when the baby comes? Won’t Etain get into trouble with the Jedi?

“Dar, talk to me. Please.”

“I’m still trying to…” A baby. He’s never interacted with a baby before, only seen them through glass. “I’m in shock.”

Etain’s hands move to his shoulders, her fingers clutching red fabric. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Darman pulls Etain close, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her against his chest. The future has always been uncertain for him and this is no different. All he knows is: “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Etain sniffs.

“It’s going to be okay.”

Etain tightens her grip on his shoulders and he hears her hold back a sob. “I understand if you don’t–want this–but–I do.”

Her words punch him in the gut. “Et’ika.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel in the Force that this is right.”

Darman rubs a soothing hand over Etain’s back as he considers her words. How can it be right, when they have to hide their relationship? How can it be right, when Darman himself has no rights? How can it be right when in less than 48 hours, they would both be redeployed to fight in a war?

“Darman?”

He’s asked and answered all of those questions, and he chose Etain every time.

“I trust you,” Darman says. “If you want this. If you think I can be a good father.”

“Of course, Darman. You’ll be a great father.”

Etain sits up and when Darman looks into her earnest eyes, he could be persuaded to believe her. He smiles. “We’re going to have a baby.”

[barfyselfships]

GUESS WHAT I AM GETTING SOON!!

[scalefeathers]

Vierapril - 9 - damage

Together, Bylka and Onti can handle just about anything... but not this.

[starzgaze]

this is isla wht

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

some jfv bits:

jfv!axton and salvador. Axton Falstaff is pursuing his modeling and actor dreams, dude is a celeb in many systems. Salvador Caballero is laying low, he runs a combination gun workshop/shooting range/community kitchen in New Ovejas (get it ?), neither are really profitable, he's just helping out his folks and living off his absolutely massive vault hunting fortune (gunzerkin' is pretty efficient), also he plays the electric guitar in his free time (that last part is based on new tales)

hammer wright bc i havent actually drawn the guys face in a while. i find it funny that in my current style it almost looks like a Normal Dude unless you look closely.

alistair shows a photo of his daughter to sasha. semi related, what kind of language are you supposed to use in place of words like "conception" or "expectant" when your child is growing in a vat

[r0semultiverse]

Obviously this is a joke, a silly venting out frustrations JOKE. I’m an influencer, we make jokes. It’s all funnies here.

Joking current joking mood is (again this is a joke obviously)

[mamuzzy]

Tallisibeth Enwandung Esterhazy.

Damn those jedi and their habit of stealing hungarian noble babies from their parents.

[insertmeaningfulusername]

Hihi, let's make it an exchange :3

💖For OrdoMaze. Spicy or not spicy, your choice <3

Thank you for the ask friend 🥰 I initially misread it as you giving me the same prompt I gave you, so I wrote you TWO OrdoMaze fics 🤣 Posting a snippet of one here and linking them both below.

💖- rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Ordo allows for his head to be taken in a grip that could crush bones, blaster-calloused fingers tangling in the not-so-short, not-so-regulation hair at the back of his head. Maze is surprisingly gentle about it. He’s not so gentle about pressing his mouth to Ordo’s. Teeth clack together and beard stubble scrapes against Ordo’s chin, rubbing the skin raw in a matter of seconds. Ordo tries to pull away, but Maze won’t let him, Maze follows him and clutches his bottom lip between his teeth and shoves his tongue in Ordo’s mouth and that makes Ordo moan, it’s good, so Ordo contends himself with the thought that he can always just wear his helmet around Kal’buir to avoid awkward questions about the beard burn on his face. Of course that won’t work, but he can dream. His nose hurts like bruised by the time Maze pulls back, lips spit-slick and swollen. “I told you to be quiet,” Maze growls, the words low vibrations that go straight to Ordo’s crotch. “I was being quiet.” Ordo can’t help it, his blacks under his codpiece feel slick and warm, so he just has to rut up into Maze’s welcome weight. He gasps. Maze feels glorious above him. “May I remind you that it was you who decided to give me an impromptu lap dance?” Maze’s grin is a dangerous sharp white glint in the low light of the library. “Oh, you think this is a lap dance, soldier? It’s not - it’s a ride that’s gonna take us both straight to hell. Now, try to keep quiet this time. Behave.”

Rough Kiss on Ao3

And the accidental Kiss Somewhere Else Than Lips on Ao3

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Mentally preparing myself to launch this Sunday's chapter of Stars Beyond Number like a grenade onto the dash and piss off the sizeable chunk of the TCW/TBB fandom that likes to dunk on Gregor.

And if it feels like a personal attack, that's only because it is.