Bec

I'm nice. 19. Not on here a lot.

[supa-suckers]

Can't believe Big Bo canonically has big naturals

[supa-suckers]

Can't believe Big Bo canonically flirted with Spike Dawson

[supa-suckers]

Can't believe Big Bo canonically stuck a tatoo to his ass

[supa-suckers]

Can't believe Big Bo is canonically old

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

Can't believe Big Bo is canon

[timetravellingshinigami]

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

no words. only pain.

[hapalopus]

*sigh* he's so dreamy🥺

[stepharts]

It’s his month 💚

[recom-recruit]

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

they have shared custody👍🏼

[w-i-s-e]

Sully Family (with Spider) Canonical Heights, can be used as a reference for art or edits.

Jake Sully - 8ft 11in (272cm)

Neytiri - 8ft 7in (262cm)

Neteyam - 8ft 2in (249cm)

Kiri & Lo'ak - 7ft 7in (232cm)

Tuk - 5ft 7in (170cm)

Spider - 6ft (183cm)

Click for better quality

[sch-uwu-lchen]

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

[timetravellingshinigami]

The meme

The art

I made this art specifically for the meme.

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

im enjoying both either way

[niku30]

I NEED TO EXPRESS THIS, WE WERE ROBBED OF SEEING LYLE IN THOSE TIGHT ASS PANTS WHEN THE COLONEL FIRST WOKE UP ROBBED I SAY😤😤😤

YOU’RE SO REAL FOR THIS ANON I absolutely love how they all got PROJ PHNX themed clothing btw it looks so good I’d wear these too ngl … Can’t believe they got their own clothing line that’s so gender actually

[milknhonies-old-account-deactiv]

FOR REAL I WENT OUT OF MY WAY TO SLOW DOWN THE SCRNE WERE QUESTIONING FREAKED OUT JUST TO FIND THIS IMAGE!!!

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

NO WAIT HIS THICK ASS THIGHS

[kings-evil]

“Do a Wainfleet blep!” they said okay but he’s not going to get the cute sleepy blep like Quaritch, no, he’s getting the cat paused licking himself and got distracted/lost signal version.

[milknhonies-old-account-deactiv]

Recom Lyle Wainfleet

18+ NSFW alphabet

(Insipered by the stress relief doctor)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lyle is surprisingly nice after. He isnt into candles and baths but he will clean you with a wet cloth and wrap you tightly in a soft towel before helping you back to bed and cuddling. He likes to talk the entire time because he seems to always be a little nervous about “taking things too far.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He thinks his bald head matches his balls. Nice clean shaven and shiny. His balls are taunt and not wrinkly.

He adores your clit, he will lick, bite and hum against it until you cum in his face.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers to ejaculate onto your clit and rub it in. His goal is to get you to squirt in his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to masturbate next to you while you sleep. He likes the idea of having to be sneaky and cum between your thighs so when you wake up his crusty dew is on you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is pretty experienced, many army vacations lead him to ‘masseuse parlours’ where he’s had fun learning knew positions, kinks and tastes in himself and his paid lovers. He’s also learnt a bit from Quaritch back in the day when sharing a secretary or two.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning and Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be cheeky, he likes to tickle and laugh at you when you giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is clean shaven. He never has liked hair. He finds it to be itchy and he is insecure hair might make his dick look small. With the Recom body, they don’t grow much body hair so he finds it to be a bonus he doesn’t need to carefully sculpt or wax his balls and taint.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is romantic in a comedic way. He will pull the classic “behind the ear,” magic trick with things like money, jewellery, food. So whilst having sex it’s a little too ridiculous. He will compliment your looks while teasing you about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves to masturbate in his sleeping bag the most because he feels it to be sneaky and thrilling if he does it while the team is oblivious…(the team knows he does it but they won’t tell him because his face becomes flushed and his eyes focus hard.)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionist and he also loves to be called sir and lieutenant, he likes remembering his rank isn’t a lowly corporal anymore. And he will make you ask him to cum or to be fucked by him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sleeping bags around the camp fire place.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you gasp and moan…usually because of Quaritch.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t ever do skat, he also doesn’t like electricity and he isn’t a fan of latex or mummification.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving and receiving. He holds the record for making you cum the fastest from his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is usually rough but he uses enough line from spit of your arousal to slide you at a steady pace that doesn’t cause friction burn.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He LOVES quickies. He would just press you up a tree and take you fast before having to catch up with the rest of the team.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t confident to experiment alone. He might try something new if you bring it up or if someone is there with you both who is more experienced.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has good military stamina so he can last for about 30 minutes of straight fucking before maybe changing positions or having a drink break. He can do this for a few hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t use toys usually because he find he doesn’t require the tools. But he’s not against using an electric toothbrush.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. To the point he will be pounding you and just before you cum he will pull out and laugh at your frustrated tears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s pretty average, he likes to be vocal and talk to you, he likes hearing your voice more than his though. He gets crazy over your sighs and whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He LOVES seeing you in thigh high stockings and socks. And it’s a bonus if you are wearing a short pencil skirt and a blouse.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a good sized uncut cock. His right arm is tattooed and he has considered getting a Prince Albert piercing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is very easy to rile up. It doesn’t take him more than a minute to get hard.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep about thirty minutes after you usually because he likes to cum on you while you sleep.

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

😳

[mischievousthing01]

Zdinarsk: Why does (Name) call you Babygirl?

Wainfleet: How about we stop talking for a little while?

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

because he's my bbg why else

[waywardrose]

Tag Game (tagged by @theold-ultraviolence and @thembohux - thank you!!!)

A picture of your lock screen

The last song you listened to

The last picture saved on your phone

Tagging (no pressure ofc): @clydesducktape @boltonbrit @skeletalsystemm @fullbouquetofwonderland @insertfandomquotehere @starlightsearches

[lavenderursa]

Thank you for the tag @wayward-rose 🧡 your’s are so sophisticated!

😂😅😂 oh boy…

No pressure tagging: @hopeamarsu @princessxkenobi @obiknights @grogusmum @littlemisspascal @absurdthirst @bunniesofsteel @maybege @daydreamsofren and anyone who wants to join in! 🧡

[obiknights]

tagged by an absolute loml @clydesducktape (i am living for your rob zombie song and also am looking at that book with both eyeballs) 🪴🧡🤍🤎🐻‍❄️🐻🐼🥧☕️

no-pressure tags: @wyn-n-tonic @celestianstars @squidlywiddly87 @saradika @lillefersken @heyhawtdawgs @heyheybaby @kyberkenobi @chadillacboseman and anyone else who wants to play 🤍

[saradika]

ooo thank you brit! 💖 I love seeing what everyone is listening to! (And I love that pic of Obi)

Keep reading

[jedicouncilmember-deactivated20]

Ahh! Thank you J 💖 (and I’ve got to talk to you about those book 👀)

Keep reading

[syllage]

thank you for the tag bby 💕 don’t judge me

Keep reading

[mexicanjayce]

thank u for the tag @jangofettswife and @saradika 💞💞💞

Keep reading

[zinzinina]

Thank you frens x

Keep reading

[0celestialbitch0]

AHH thank you thank you thank you for tagging me guys!! @ohheyitsokay @arthurmorganstinkydick @zinzinina 💓💕

I love all the photos y’all have!!

No pressure tags: @jedifarmerr @writeforfandoms @dindjarinispunk @maybege

[swiftpascal]

Sorry for delay, but it’s here! Thank you so much for tagging me, my sweet Mexican friend! 🤍🫶🥺🥰🥹 @0celestialbitch0

no pressure tags: @iamthevigilanteshit @ziggyrocket @whiskeyncoke-redux @residentdormouse @side-5tuff @wholeplaceshimmerr

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Thanks for the tag Darling @dindjarinispunk ❤️❤️🥰

Tagging: @liquorlaughslove @ziggyrocket @thegetawaywriter

[liquorlaughslove]

Thanks for the tag @whiskeyncoke-redux

The hills of Granada, Spain

Tagging: @olyvoyl @froml-withlove @sopranomaestra93 @earl-aive

[froml-withlove]

Thank you for the tag @liquorlaughslove 💕

My Lock Screen- me 30 years ago (a little inner child exercise never hurt)

Last Listened to- I mean, no surprise there

Last Saved Image- a ref pic for nails I wanna try (let’s see if I actually follow through as don’t do my typical nude)

I’m tagging @afriendlyblackhottie @thefashionprofessor @sincerelyyourz @anbanananna 💝

[anbanananna]

@froml-withlove thanks for the tag I didn’t forget 😭😭😭

(obviously of the sign outside the house I want to tour)

Tagging: @your-girl-is-lovely @fruitcage @ronniekayy @elfangel94 @milknhonies @cautionworks @vluminial @lousvintagehelmet @cuethediscoandthedrinks @nqify @timetravellingshinigami

[jagiyamoonjo]

Thank you for tagging me @anbanananna 💙 This was very fun!

I have no lockscreen :c

Last song (because I love how she dragged her cheater ex XD)

Last picture I saved: My big blue kitty daddy babygirl 💙

Tagging: @httpsmaplesyrup @themedsaintworkin @quaritchs-braidedhair @kxamtrr @bluedaddysgirl @nin3kyuu @whimsyvixen @dirtytransmasc (no pressure) and whoever sees this and wanna do it, just say I tagged you!

[themedsaintworkin]

Was gonna do this soon but i lost my phone to the couch

Lock screen: I thought it was pretty

Song: Hey classical music every few days is great

Photo: What can I say I like The Hobbit and Lord of The Rings

@villiansimpqueen1 @yourlocalmonsterfvcker @luxthestrange

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

thanks for the tag bbg🥰

Lock screen (the amount of shit i got from my friends when they saw it😔):

Song (listening as i post :>)

Photo (my husband <3):

@lostboysmate4ever @vluminial @mamadevielle @straydaddy

[whimsyvixen]

Thinking of him in gym clothes as well

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

well hello😏

[cuethediscoandthedrinks-deactiv]

colonel quaritch x breeding/masturbation hcs ⋆｡ﾟ✧｡⋆

now despite his heavy workload and busy schedule, you know quaritch fucks. not jerks off. fucks

• and he'll do it his way too. none of that hesitant light stroking, or checking behind doors and keeping an ear out to avoid being caught. once back in his quarters, he's going at it

• he's also recom now, so the urge to breed deep and full, it pulls at his gut. he can't just cum with some gruff tugs to his thick, pulsing cock anymore. he need to get on all fours on the bed; knees digging into the mattress, hands clenched around the two giant head pillows he's now tucked underneath his stomach

• quaritch'll likely take all his clothes off for it too; needing that touch. that sensation littered all across his body through the soft weaves of the cloth duvet, and the warmth of his heaving body against the fresh chill of his room.

• he'll get into it too. gruff incoherent words tumbling from his mouth, fangs baring and ears tipped back in arousal, "...mhhhph...fuckin' take it..take it..ffuck...shit..unnhh.." his hips fervently bucking into the plushness of the white pillows beneath him.

• the once somewhat restrained response will soon shift into unabashed grunts and gasps, though. the soft swells of his balls turning taught in need, slicked precum being coaxed from his hefty shaft. he'll grind the blue mushroomed tip hard into the pillow, feeling the cotton catching on the roughness of his hard length - his head bowed down, tongue lolling out in lust from the erotic sensation

• his groans have now deepened, initially echoing out from his throat, only to rise up thickly from the bottom of his abdomen. the material of the mattress and pillows rub up against almost every part of his front; the soft thin hairs in his toned stomach and thighs almost fizzing against his hot, sweaty skin from the unceasing contact.

• the hard grinds are now rough, desperate humps into the cushioned material. he'd never been concerned with being heard even in human form, but the wanton movements that his body made were shocking even to his new recom self. the need to fuck, to breed, was all-consuming. he'd assumed it would reach its peak, and fall like that of past times in his other form --but the more his hips jutted into the pillow, the more stimulation he needed.

• the almost burrow-like hole he'd humped into the pillow had since become wet; dampened with the almost never-ending reams of precum and juices dripping out from the head of his cock. curved rocking took place of his keen thrusts into the material below, quaritch doing his best to smush the weight of his heavy balls into the cushion alongside his hanging shaft.

• his hands, once splayed out on the mattress had since covered his length; palms spread over his cock, the slick, wet noises only adding to his deliberate yet desperate movements. as the juices dribbled out onto his fingers from the sheer speed and effort with which he fucked himself into the pillows, he could feel himself getting closer and closer

• eyes squinted, tail swishing uncontrollably, and his expression twisted in heat-stained pleasure, quaritch's pumps became erratic and needy. the tip of his bulbous head pulsed and throbbed every time it peeked out from between the pads of his fingers and the material underneath him. covered in a thick sheen of stickiness, only increasing once his orgasm rippled through him.

• long, thick streaks of cum spurted from his dick, as he continued to roughly hump into the pillows; his loud growls and snarls mixing with the occasional gasp in body-wracked pleasure. smearing the cum all over his length, now jerking wantonly into his tight fist, quaritch wrung out as much warm cum as he could. the room's air once fresh and chill, now humid, murky and thick from the sheer sweat of his body, and heat from his movements

[milknhonies-old-account-deactiv]

Gah damn! 🥵🥵 Lordy!! Hehe!

[yourlocalmonsterfvcker]

😳

[silly-little-grot]

No joke watching avatar: the way of water for the 7th time someone restrain me…. Preferably Lyle wainfleet

[griiva]

Lyle Wainfleet x Reader

Pt.1

Reader is best friends with Paz Socorro. The two end up sleeping with another pair of best friends. The Colonel Miles Quaritch and his right hand man, Corporal Lyle Wainfleet. Reader has an infamous reputation of sleeping around but Paz is her untouchable pair. So how does she handle her best friend sleeping with her superior and eventually, conceiving a little boy?

So I messed up somewhere with this and most of it is in these screenshots.

Cw : Swearing, implied sex, hang over

(Continued here:)

It was awkward business. And I don't fancy the already handful number of awkward medical check-ups. They either get too petty to let me do my job or too emotional to continue. I don't on adding another to that number. The bedsheets shifted and his hand left my back. Suddenly, at this golden opportunity to sneak away, my legs regained their strength.

I launched for my bra and trousers. Basically scrambling to pull my legs through without spreading too much. The guy on the bed went back to sleep and I rushed, quietly walking on my toes, to the otherside of the bed and to the door.

The doors slid open and the thought of keeping him in bed till afternoon crossed my mind. Atleast have the best sex in my life again AND remember it.

But the price of not walking afterwards followed. And I had enough streaks of misconduct on my papers.

Holding my bra folded in one hand, I leaned against the sliding doors and peeked out. And a messy haired brunette did too.

"Paz / Y/n?!"

Up on the empty hallway, a few rooms away, Paz's bedhead also poked out and we stared in shock, relief and girly giddiness. My initial shock turned into panic when the guy shifted on the bed and I jumped out, stepping away from the doorway and his potential sight.

Paz looked back into her room and I pressed against the wall, swerving my head to both ends of the hallway hoping that nobody comes. God, what else is she doing in there? I was losing my patience and the nerves were not sitting still.

I know this hallway and the SecOps block was already a redzone for my record. One more report of me in here and I'll have the final streak that will guarantee another lecture from Selfridge. Maybe even a demotion.

She finally came out to me, a shit-eating smile on her face and her boots in hand. Her neck was basically abused, hickies galore and she dropped her boots to quickly adjust her hair. My nipples were going to make eye contact with everyone so I also used this quick time to pull off the shirt.

"Morning," She mumbled, her hair tie between her lips while she bent down to gather her hair. I used her hunched figure to put the shirt while I quickly slid my arms through the straps and adjusted my breats in the cup. I reached behind me and clasped on the hooks.

"Yeah, morning," I grabbed the shirt when she stood up and began twisting her hair into a bun. I slid into the shirt and she picked up her boots. Now the feeling of my bare feet on the cold floor became very aware to me.

"Shit," I whispered and hit the base of my palm on my forehead. My own boots were still in there. Or not, hell if I can remember if I even wore shoes.

I groaned and told her but she was glancing over my shoulder and suddenly grabbed my hand, she pulled me down the hallway. Away from the sound of approaching footsteps. I bolted, this is very straight hallway. If I don't get away soon, I can kiss my already at-risk position goodbye.

Honestly, while running away, I doubted my job. Sure, it's what brought and kept me here but I hated it. I hated the frigid rules around it.

We were very soon running, barefoot and hungover and her smile soon spread to me through her grasp on my hand. This happy feeling crawled up my chest and she skid to a stop, pulling open a door and shoved me inside.

It was the staircase. She leaned back on the door and I went to sit down on the steps. Panting, I hunched over and rested my head on my knees, grinning at the mischief we both committed. Soon, Paz came to sit beside me. Her face had a lively afterglow and I raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" She shyly smiled and I wriggled my eyebrows. Playfully. Normally I'm the one sneaking out in the mornings after, she takes a traditional approach but this morning changed all that. Her question echoed in the empty stairwell and I leaned up to her face, curious about many things.

"Don't 'what?' me. Who was it?"

She covered her mouth, laughing into her palm and I squinted at her. She was going red.

"Y/n, don't," She giggled and seeing a grown adult woman acting like a teenage school girl made me crave details even more. Hell, this might be the first dick she ever got over here and I want in.

She's my best friend. She trusts me and I trust her. So eventually, her hand came off her mouth and she tucked a strand behind her ear.

"Ok," She was smiling still and damn she was red RED. "So, you know the Colonel?"

"No way?!" I exploded. Even the walls were in shock, echoing my exact words. She covered her giggles again, swaying and her eyes squeezed with her mischievous smile.

I've met the colonel a few times. Mostly, when he was around Selfridge and a few rare times in the medbay. He was jacked, handsome in a domestic way and was Paz's object of fancy for awhile now. I encouraged her but she kept holding off, not wanting to fraternize with her boss, to which I rolled my eyes but respected her decision.

Now my eyes nearly popped out of my skull.

"Yes way," She puckered her lips and glanced at me. "He even invited me for dinner," She looked to me and I could see just how happy she was and I was so happy for her. I pounced on her, wrapping her tightly in my arms and squealing. She joined in on my celebration. Swaying and hugging me.

I pulled away and grabbed her shoulders, faking a stern look. She giggled and rested her hands on mine.

"What is it?"

"Paz. Honey doll, very important question,"

"Yes, yes, what?"

I leaned close in and whispered, "Was there protection?"

She held her breath, her expression of slyness and shame gave me my answer and my mouth gaped open. I didn't judge her at all because who am I to judge her sexy time? But I was at the very least surprised. I went from :O to >:) very quickly.

"You naughty, naughty girl," I teased and she giggled and swatted in the air, as if chasing away the subject of the conversation and then it was her turn to grab my shoulders.

I prepared myself and my answers. Confident in my years of experience.

"What about you? How was it with Lyle?"

My answers failed me. I didn't have an answer to that. My words and confident answers slipped right off my tongue and splat right onto the stairs.

"Y/n?"

I blinked at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and I stared into her eyes. Processing.

"Lyle?...... as in Lyle Wainfleet?"

She looked apprehensive and moved her hands to hold mine.

"Y/n, is something wrong?"

"Corporal Lyle Wainfleet?"

She nodded and I was baffled. Or more confused and smug than baffled.

Lyle Wainfleet as in the same Lyle Wainfleet that gave me judgy side eyes and wouldn't miss a chance to say something snarky. I merely tossed him in with the crowd that didn't fancy me.

Who knew he'd go from hating to hitting ? I was proud for converting him, maybe I should've looked back in the room. Maybe i should've stayed and rubbed it in his face.

"Holy shit, Paz," I started out small. My shoulders shaking as laughter erupted from my stomach. I threw my head back and laughed hysterically into that empty stairwell.

Paz watched me laugh and soon, also melted into a less crazy happy laugh. Then her laugh melted into my laugh and the echo carried our happiness and smugness and aftersex hangover memories into the walls. That staircase held onto that morning because we didn't return to there until long after, until darker, harder times came upon us. Or rather, I didn't return until long after.

Paz never came back here again.