#RECOM

[thevanityofthefox]

Miski and her love for the Na'vi 😊

[zoemobi]

Recom Neteyam

[maybe-buggy]

She likes really big men and those terrible little peach candy rings

[vinciwolf]

pls choke me...

[dilutedbeanibeans]

castle dude or something

[the-tigrou]

I started this as a quick sketch and thought about a quick background, but again, as always, I can't seem to let something unfinished, so here it is.

Maybe I could've done better on some parts of the lightings, but I'm still very proud of how it turned out, especially for the background ! I'm getting out of my comfort zone, trying new things and actually thinking it's not that bad, I think it's an amazing step for me !

So, just a sketch in the AU where Miles would get to the North Pole, and would end up in my Resistance group. A new land, and new dangers. So he got the best teacher to tell him everything he needs to know to not get chomped !

Ciara © Me

[muhomora]

Starring: Assholes 😈

[alabyte]

About a couple years late to the party but finally watched the way of water recently (god save your souls if I get hyperfixed)

The Recom Batch LET'S GOOO

[silfernau]

Can't process that Mansk without shades??? Is so??? Fucking adorable???

So damn precious??

[waffleddaisies]

A lil comic of Lyle's shiny dome getting the good ol' american cheese treatment by the Colonel!

[dizzybevvie]

POV you're a witch and you almost single-handedly give a boy magic induced comphet

[zoemobi]

You are afraid of yourself ?

[roccat]

Miles and the veins (• ◡•)

[vinciwolf]

In Need

Recom!Miles Quaritch x (fem)reader

For @justasimps-blog​

Warnings: NSFW, established relationship, p in v, size difference, fingering, breeding kink, ovulation, mention of pregnancy, clit teasing, rough sex, light dirty talk, reader is tied up.

Summary: Reader is ovulating, desperate, and in need of some help from her boyfriend Miles Quaritch.

Your forehead dotted with the sheen of sweat covering your forehead. It wasn't fair. No, this was fucking miserable. Your body was overheating and cramping and it sucked.

You were ovulating and the son of a bitch on top of you was taking his sweet fucking time getting to it. Your hands were locked above you, tied to the bed post, all the while your naked body wriggled with a slow roll of your hips trying to find some kind of friction in your disheveled mess. The bedsheets were ruined from how heavily your folds cried to be bred, to be filled with hot seed that could catch. Not that you ever wanted for it to go that far, but just the thought of his cock knocking you up so hard a union could form was all it took for another surge of arousal to dribble out.

Nothing would please you more than to have Miles' girth ramming you into the bed, but his fingers were like feathers, giving just enough to itch your want, but light enough to have your nerves, your very skin, screaming at the air while your nipples tightened so hard they burned with a twisted flame.

A pleading whimper broke the delicate sexual tension that held between you and the Recom. His hands ran down your side until he reached the bend of your legs at your hips, spread out like a wild flower blooming for all to see. Your slit was wide open and pussy lips swollen. The Colonel could only chuckle darkly.

"Ah, is my babygirl in heat? She need someone to put a baby in 'er?"

A big, blue thumb pressed a circle into your clit causing you to squirm anxiously with a high-pitched echo leaping from your chest. There was a sweat droplet growing fat at the side of your face and it bugged you that it wouldn't fall already, teeth chewing your lip as the pain of your arousal danced through your lower half. Then another circle into your mound threw you into a fit. Your hands tugged at your confinements with a bend to your spine. The air was difficult to keep down now, voice ragged and hoarse.

"Ple–please..." You managed to croak.

With a final sweep to your sensitive bud which blinded your senses, body stiffening from the heat moving within below, Miles dove two thick fingers into your helplessly wet pussy. A cry reaching toward the heavens rung through the room as your walls gripped the sudden fullness. The Recom shoved deep before retreating, only to then suddenly rush back inside. This went on until his thrusts synced with your hips rocking upwards against his hand, fucking yourself just right, leaving you happily drunk and blissed as you got closer to your high. But that joy was soon destroyed when the Recom pulled his fingers out unexpectedly making you whine in protest.

"You won't finish unless you're on my cock. Got it?" The Colonel was stern, yet a smirk carried through his words as he watched you writhe without his touch.

You bobbed quickly, face growing hot with a deep blush, that sweat droplet smearing a line down your face.

Then you felt it. Finally. Miles placed his massive cock on your stomach that had your body inwardly jumping with adrenaline and anticipation. Then the length slid down. You closed your eyes and paced yourself, head falling back into the pillow, when you felt the thick head nudge your swollen pussy lips. Damn fucking finally.

The girth pushed forward. Your body reacted with a sudden outburst of ecstasy as you were slowly stretched full, breath hot and loud. Inch by inch the cock rushed your hole until it was seated at your cervix. It nudged a little more to fully press itself snug against the soft mound that had you seeing ivory.

Miles groaned and seethed above you as he took in the sight of your rounded slit his length stuffed tightly. He too was enjoying this, body hungry to fill you up with his cum. A molten shiver bubbled through his lower half as he thought of how you were ovulating. Eyes dark, he gripped your legs, spreading you further 'til your knees touched the bed. Just thinking about putting his kid in you got his heart pounding through his ears, mouth pulling into a fanged smirk.

"Don't cum unless a say so," he commanded.

Cheeks feverish, chest glistening with sweat, all you wanted was for him to move, to stuff you 'til you dripped white! You were so heavy and swollen below you couldn't think, already stressing and distracted enough by your body releasing so many hormones it was painful and the immense stretch of the Colonel's size that all you could muster was a brief nod.

When he pulled out, you squirmed disappointedly, but then he bucked his hips that had you cry loudly with glee before your hole was plowed with a force that had your voice box knocked out of you, tits bouncing.

"Ha, ha HAAA!" you screamed, neck craning, as your eyes fluttered, hands gripping the bed post making your knuckles pale.

"Erm! Gonna–ugh!–make you so round–fuck!–with my kid! Jesus Christ, you're so wet!" Miles heaved above you.

You riled him up like you wouldn't believe. Your slick gushed and coated his length making his cock twitch as it shoved deep and hard into your little pussy. The Recom then grasped the bed post and leaned his weight over you. His other hand held your leg with a bruising vice while he ravaged you with quicker, meaner, thrusts. He was feral, golden eyes blown out while he marked you with heavy shots of precum.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your overheating body was drenched at this point, belly contracting to the buildup of your orgasm that melted away any semblance of sanity and rational. You craved the chance of getting knocked up and it drove your cock drunk mind wild.

Squeezing around the large girth ramming your cervix, you cried when it shallowed its thrusts as Miles got closer to release.

"Mmph!" you whimpered, lips quivering, the coiled rope in your stomach about to unfold.

"It's ok! Cum for me!" he yelled, chasing his own orgasm.

Your whole body spasmed, lungs made of lead, while your orgasm ripped through you splitting your mind in half. A rush spilled from your folds squirting onto Miles’ pillar and stones, dripping down your ass and onto the bed.

The Colonel pressed the head of his mushroomed cock as far back into your cervix he could get before he painted your walls with creamy ropes of cum.

You shuttered and cooed, feeling the hot streams fill you up.

The Recom unfastened his grip from the bed post and leaned down to connect a kiss with your hair. Then he slowly pulled out with an unplugged pop that cascaded his milky cum from your slit down your crack. He immediately closed your knees and held them to your stomach, trying to keep his seed from leaking more, but it was futile and only made his cock stiffen again by his own accidental doing. With your arms above your head and your legs held up showing off his thick, white cum lining your pussy lips and asshole had him thinking about another round. He wanted to fill you up more until it took days for his cum to empty from that pretty cunt of yours.

You fidgeted with your restraints and whined in pleasant bliss, back arching as you stretched your sore muscles.

"Babe?" Miles said.

"Hmm?" you mumbled.

Then his cock was stuffing you again and you whimpered at how good it felt to be full and heavy once more

"I ain't gonna stop 'til you can't walk tomorrow..."

Your hands gripped the bed post as you spread your legs open.

"Please, Miles~" you consented, cheeks blushing.

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[buzzkillchainsaw]

After the RDA granted him the funds for his "personal project" – provided that the results would push along project Phoenix – Dr. R first experimented with existing Avatar technology. Using the prototype that would later develop into the Soul drive, he tried to infuse an empty body with her memories and personality. But whatever woke up in that tube wasn't his daughter. It came out wrong. It opened its eyes and screamed, thrashing around wildly. He had to get his colleague to help sedate it and put it back in the tube.

The first test was a failure. But Dr. R wasn't about to give up. He wiped her memories, modified the Soul drive prototype and tried again. This time it didn't scream, but crawled backwards, crying in fear. It didn't seem to recognise Dr. R at all. And so he did it again. And again. Over the years, as the body in the tube grew up, it was infused with the essence of Dr. R's daughter and then wiped hundreds of times until he got it right. Until the dead-eyed, smiling blue creature finally called him "papa". He took it around the lab, played games with it, taught it about Pandora, even took it for walks outside the base to breathe some fresh Pandoran air and unplugged it at bedtime. Or whenever he needed to stop one of its violent outbursts.

Dr. R's findings greatly contributed to project Phoenix, allowing the first Recoms to see the light of day, but he still wasn't happy. As much as he wanted to believe it, his experiments didn't really bring back his daughter. All he had was an alien in a tube that vaguely resembled her and could only recall memories he had painstakingly inserted into her mind. An alien that instantly turned into a limp, empty body whenever he unplugged the Soul drive prototype from the machine. Ironically, the RDA regarded this as a problem that needed to be fixed at first – it's why the first Recom squad had their memories transferred into their bodies permanently, rendering the Soul drives useless after the fact. But after seeing how that whole situation turned out, the RDA approached Dr. R again to develop a more versatile, controllable solution: the Plug'n'play project.

That night, when he went to unplug her, she didn't faint. She just shook her head. His colleagues later found him lying on the ground, unconscious, bleeding. The Soul drive prototype was gone, and so was she.

[knarme-art]

CHARACTER OWNER: TARYKOTA

More art fightyy aaaaa this dude is so cool!!