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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Three Is a Magic Number

Recom!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Reader x Recom!Lyle Wainfleet

Warnings: SMUT, NSFT, THREESOME, sex, voyeurism, general cussing, blowjob, piv, anal, dom/sub, tail pulling, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, reader is female, Jesus take the whole ass car

Tags: @justasimps-blog @whxre-bxby @atwow69 @nanamislut321 @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @mechformers @luciddasher

Being a newly awoken Recom, it wasn’t your intent when you caught the attention of the two fiercest Marines in the Deja Blu team. Whenever you would notice Quaritch side eyeing your figure from across the room, you hadn’t seen the other pair of eyes that equally shared that hint of yearning for your consideration. It wasn’t a competition to see who would get into your pants the fastest, neither Miles or Lyle knew that they BOTH had an infatuation with the same person.

However, it was Miles who approached you first. And first come, first serve.

Downtime was fleeting between missions, but he found a way to hint the obvious attraction he had for you. There would be a brisk tap on your elbow to make space for him at the briefing table, or your favorite, the gentle snatch of your tail when the two of you passed each other alone in the hallway. It was subtle… to keep suspicions from festering. Touch was hard when others were around but exhilarating when eyes could not see or hear.

The shower was your favorite spot for that.

"Ah, ah, AH!" you panted while being driven against the shower floor, legs hoisted up by Miles' tight grip as he quickly speared himself into you, the splatter of water coming from the showerhead the only other noise to be heard in this secret alone time. Or so you two thought was ‘alone.’

There, standing a few stalls down, Wainfleet had been fisting himself roughly to the sounds of your echoing whines, the butt of his fangs driving ever deeper into his bottom lip to muffle his arousal. Jealously wasn’t in his wheel of emotions, but he was a little disappointed that his superior had wooed you so easily when it was difficult for him to open up around you. Over time, he embraced the fact that he would have to admire you from afar, even if that meant also hearing Miles seethe and growl on top of you when plowing your lovely pussy that sounded so divine with the wet noises it emitted. Pressing a thumb into the head of his length, he ejaculated into the drainage, a hand bracing on the tile wall as he came hard.

A few days had gone by and you were jogging along the perimeter of Bridgehead with Z-dog and Walker, still heating up in the cheeks as your mind was occupied by the shower incident. If only these two women new that you had been fucking their superior and having constant horny thoughts about the image of his cock. Did they know what it looked like? How good he sounded whenever you kissed the tip before devouring it whole with your tiny mouth. Another wave of blissful shame deepened the color of your face when Z-dog asked you what had gotten you biting your lip. You hadn’t realized that your daydreaming expressed itself so shamelessly in front of her and Walker.

“Oh, just thinking~” you went along, waving her off.

Then the jog came to a standstill.

“Yeah? Thinking about someone?” her tone was playfully curious, egging you to go on.

“Thinking about Wainfleet?” Walker smiled, teasing.

“Oh, my goodness! It happened! You two finally fucked!” Z-dog chimed excitingly.

If your cheeks were a deep lavender, they sunk even farther down into the dark tones of purple at this point while the two Recoms joked about your love life, only to your shock that they got the wrong person mixed up with Miles.

“Oh, god, we broke her, Z!” Walker laughed.

“No, no, we didn’t fuck! You got—” you paused yourself from blurting out ‘you got the wrong person’ like an idiot. “You got it all wrong!”

“What’s there to get wrong?” the tattooed one exclaimed puzzled. “Do you see the way he looks at you? If y’all haven’t fucked already, I’d be surprised because that man is in love.”

This was all a little overwhelming and sudden to hear. It took everything not to run as you quizzed and reflected on the two Recoms’ indirect confession for Lyle. Had you really been that stiff not notice his movements or his gaze that screamed his heart wanting you to notice him. This pissed you off that you were so entangled with the Colonel that you didn’t realize the other affectionate Marine in front of you this whole damn time.

“Anyway, let’s finish,” Z-dog said to then hop into a run as Walker followed suit.

Not a moment longer, you joined them from behind, mind still in thought at how Lyle liked you from afar. Your chest ached with guilt when you thought maybe he knew and didn’t confess because he understood you had been heels to Jesus for another man, more specifically his closest friend.

After completing your run, drenched in sweat, you headed to your private shower in your room. The sports bra you flung to the floor make a smack as you undressed and turned over the handle to splash your face with hot water, hands scrubbing your body furiously as you were still tossing over what the two Recoms had said earlier. It made you angry, sad, and anxious, fogging your mind up trying to figure out when Lyle had started acting differently, and if you DID notice but never paid proper attention. This more your mind fell down the rabbit hole, the more you understood, and the more you found yourself falling little by little for the poor Corporal. Had you had feelings for him all along and not realized? He was handsome and nice to be around, always cracking jokes. Maybe you could love him eventually just like you had with Miles.

There was a click to your room door as it slowly slid open, unbeknownst to your riled up mind occupied by washing away the day and your anxiety. Once you were clean, you dried yourself off, still wiping the backside of your ear, and stepped into your empty room, only to halt when your eyes landed on Miles and Lyle filling the tiny space, towel slowly inching down to try and cover your naked tits and privates, cheeks flushing hot. Your tail curled at the sight of them. They were away on a mission but guessing they are here with you in your quarters, alone, as you were naked, you guessed the mission was a success. Nonetheless, your body reacted, mouth swallowing deeply, as the two Marines were in their basics. Lyle had his cargo pants and not a single article covering his topside making your heart jump at how toned he was, a V of muscles disappearing into his beltline. Miles had a tank top on, big arms braced on the hip, and pants hugging his tight waist just right that had your folds excited, almost making you forget that you were naked and vulnerable.

“We had a talk,” Miles gravelly voice filled the room.

That was all that was said before Lyle stepped forward, took your face, and kissed you, tongue shoving deep into your mouth, your towel falling from your hands as your mind soared. His tongue was needy and coached yours around his in a fiery dance that had your hands trembling as they wrapped around his neck before your knees could give out.

It definitely wasn’t your plan to fall for one of the top agents on the Deja Blu team, let alone having his second in command fall for you as well. But nevertheless, here you were, on your knees, cock stuffed balls deep in your mouth while nipples were pinched and tugged from the Colonel at your back.

"Fuck, Boss, her mouth does feel amazing~"

Eyes blurry, it would be an understatement if it was said that the tears begging to spill down your overheated face were hard to suppress considering you were choking happily on the length that passed itself in and out your mouth with glee from the Corporal who groaned at the sight of your face around his manhood. Feeling a tear about to fall, you scrunched your eyes and pleaded that it would stay inside your eyeball. Lyle helped you with a thumb swiping the ball of your cheek to keep that pretty face clean of any wetness that wasn't from him, like the mixture of semen and drool leaking from your swollen lips as you delightfully whimpered sucking him up. Then a hand landed a harsh blow to the soft flesh of your ass, already angry and burning from previous disciplinary swipes to your rear whenever you allowed a drop to shed. It took many hits, but you learned, leaving your one cheek painful and aching.

Wetness pooled onto the huge, bare thigh that sat beneath your rear, pussy clenching around nothing, when you began to imagine the Corporal’s cock in your mouth inside your folds instead as, feeling the hips near your face sputter, you knew he was about to cum any minute.

“Not yet,” Miles commanded before popping you off his cock, a string of saliva dangling between your mouth and the tip. “It feels better when you’re inside her.”

Lyle tsked trying to prevent his cock from jutting his excitement on your face. He wanted to save that for later, for you, but it was hard when he took in the sloppy mess you were on his superior’s leg on the floor, as the bed was too small for three to share. Pink flashed over his bottom lip from the neediness you displayed. Wanting to give you everything, he slouched to your position onto his knees, cock still straight and weeping, wiped your face with his fingers, then embraced your lips into another breathy kiss causing you to mewl into him as he dragged his tongue around the edge of your mouth.

Being pulled into the Corporal’s lap, nothing could prepare your mind before you felt his hardness nudge against your clit as it sat upright between the small space of your legs wrapped around the body in front of you. Heat swelled your face, hands bracing his chest, as you melted further into his body edging you closer to him, hands raking down the tenderness of your backside. It was lengthy and squished into your mound that made your head dizzy. You wanted him inside you so bad, voice in your throat needy trying to get more from the Marine with every swab of your tongue along his. He rumbled out his chest and indented your skin in response, but the Colonel started to speak from behind, eyes dark and blown out from your squirming form.

“Being such a good girl, imma prep you first,” the Colonel said. “He’s gonna be big for that tight hole….” Then he chuckled. “I would know. He’s actually a good lover.”

Breaking away, your heavy lids blinked slowly at the thought of Miles and Lyle fucking in the woods while away on their previous assignment. The Recom at your front smirked.

“Oh, yeah, babygirl, we exchanged boners while away.”

At that, the world tilted until you were horizontal with the ground from Lyle leaning back onto the cool floor taking you with him, your arms folded under your breasts and over his chest to support yourself, tongue continuing to lap and travel the expanse of your mouth through the quick change in position. Then a light cry fled your lungs when the base of your tail was used to hoist your rear into the air under your knees.

Miles’ eyes grew hungry when he spread your cheeks and found the mess that leaked from your folds. It was everywhere between your thighs and covered a good portion of your plush crack making for a perfect entrance as his two long fingers played with it before sliding into your cunt in a single push. You didn’t resist, tilting yourself into his fingers that pumped you full, whining from the overwhelming emotions their passage going in and out of your slit gave. It was addicting having your like this in such an obedient angle, taking him without much complaint and eager for him to make the most of your body. Your voice got higher when his fingers plunged you nearer to falling off Lyle, the Corporal’s fingers interlocking with yours as you rocked yourself on top of him to completion. Only when you calmed down, the pads of the Colonel fingers helping you through your spell of pleasure, did he exit, listening to you below panting into Lyle’s chest. Cum covered his digits to then be cleaned off with the hard suck of his lips. Now he was painfully stiff and in need of a release himself.

“I’d say she’s ready for you, Wainfleet,” his Boss grinned at him.

For so long, his hand was his only pathway to quell his needs. There were days when he’d desperately try to replace his palm with what he’d imagine your walls accepting him in from tip to base would feel like. Now that Lyle had you, he was nervous, yet excitement drew him to you. Curiosity led him to scoop you up in his arms to then gently place you on the floor with your ass facing his hips, hands trembling when he took your waist. No number of mental fantasies could prepare him for the moment the mushroomed tip of his cock passed your folds and descended into a warm, velvety bliss that had his eyes rolling backwards.

You took him with a drawn-out moan, nails scraping the hard floor as the shaft stretched you a bit and carried you to the burning edge. He was so long and heavy and took his time filling the void until you could feel his sack brush your clit. There was a pause as the Recom savored this moment. You enjoyed the sensation of him settled inside you and figured quickly that he’d also want to appreciate this for a few seconds. It was your first time with him, causing a deep blush to spread into your features as your nose nudged the floor in your attempt to hide your delight. Then the cock moved having you see stars.

Lyle watched where you were joined and ate with his eyes how you hugged him and sucked him in with every thrust. Each buck got him groaning with the way you clenched and grabbed him so tightly and it had his brain thinking of nothing but having his cum deep inside you. After not too long, the Recom’s body flushed itself skin to skin with your backside, his cheek pressing near yours as he panted into your ear sending bursts of arousal through your core. He was quick and desperate, ramming your cunt with everything he had. Your head was blistering with your heart taking flight while your mind was altered by the large shaft hitting just the right angle.

“F-fuck-right there-don’t stop-don’t stop!” you begged.

Miles gripped just below the fuzzy tip of his subordinate’s tail and yanked it, getting from him a husky grunt. The puckered hole of his ass needed some stretching first, so the Colonel gathered some of the slick that was spilling from your stuffed folds to hastily prep the Corporal. If the throaty and rough sounds blowing into the shell of your ear were low, they got deeper as Lyle took his superior’s cock with one push. Still holding onto the tail that tried to flick in his grasp, Miles pounded into the Recom at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck, you’re still tight for someone who took my girth in the woods.”

The air was filled with the lewd sounds of bodies fucking each other and heavy panting. Your face dripped with sweat with a hint of a smile tugging at the edge of your mouth as your face was smushed against Lyle’s who bated hotly into your cheek, both your faces flushed with a deep cobalt. Your hand had stretched out to pillow your head instead of on the floor to which gave the Corporal space to bend his arm underneath your armpit and curl himself nearer to you in this heated mess. His other arm snaked around your stomach and prodded your hardened clit, egging a sweet whine to flow from your mouth which had him frantically circling an orgasm out of you for the second time. You never knew your day would end up like this – in the thralls with two of the deadliest RDA personnel, but you couldn’t be happier. The air was thick and warm and nothing but the sway and coupling of these three bodies could be heard in your ears. You wanted to be used, you wanted Lyle to ruin you.

“I’m-I’m close-fuck I’m close-where!?” he blushed deeply as he whimpered beside you.

“Inside,” you breathed.

Miles rutted faster as he came unglued and spilled himself with a shameless howl.

Lyle couldn’t hold himself any longer and shot his release into your walls making you cry. His cum felt amazing while it pulsated and filled you to the brim, some flooding out and down your clenched stomach.

After that, you slumped, limbs weak, feeling amazing. The Colonel pulled out first and sat on your bed with a satisfied sigh. The Recom on top of you pushed himself up and delicately pried his cock from your relaxed cunt, having enough strength to take you into his arms and place you on the bed with Miles as the two went to work cleaning you up. It was a shame thought Lyle, having to wipe up his cum from your beautifully glistening lips. He would’ve preferred to stuff it back in, but he knew he’d be back to fill up that pretty pussy again.

That night, after you gave the two Recoms goodbye kisses, you had the best sleep of your life.

Jogging ahead of Z-dog and Walker, this was the first time in weeks that you had outpaced the two in a run. The tattooed Recom looked over too her friend and they both shared a look of oddity, the muscular one bunching her shoulders up to indicate that she didn’t know why you were acting so spunky today.

Knowing that they most definitely noticed your good mood today, a grin spread across your features. This time, they didn’t mix up any facts. You were happy, but little did they know that the source of that joy came from the cum stuffed panties beneath your sweatpants, courtesy of Miles and Lyle who fucked you that morning ‘til both their seed dripped out your cunt.

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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Kinky things with the Recoms

Characters: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Mansk, Z-dog, Lopez, Prager, Sean Fike & Ja

Yea I excluded Brown, Warren, Walker and Zhang because… I just couldn’t characterize them rn

Warnings: SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, scenting, jerking off into panties, daddy kink, spit, choking, pain kink

A/N: just a bit of Recom thirsting while I work on the fics

Miles Quaritch ~ breeding kink

Everybody saw this one coming. This man loves making babies and just the thrill of the possibility of getting you pregnant.

He’ll have his dog tags hitting your back while he fucks you from behind, one hand tightly wrapped around your hair as he grunts about how he’s going to fill you up and make you a mommy. One of his big hands will find your lower stomach, stroking over it longingly as he imagines your curves filling out. God, you’ll be a real sight.

Will have you ride him in the cowgirl position so he can watch as his seed slips back out of you after he cums, continuing fucking your tight cunt. He’ll make you lean back slightly so he can see every little drag of your lips along his length. “Look so good, sweetheart,” he praises you. “Nice and bred.”

Miles loves pushing his cum back in with his fingers or having you cockwarm him after sex. He wants to assure his cum stays in you as much as possible, whispering to you how he won’t take any chances.

Lyle Wainfleet ~ Spanking

Any excuse to call you a naughty girl, he will happily take. He’ll lick his lips as he imagines what he’ll do to you later to punish you for whatever you did wrong, though he already knows exactly what he’ll be doing.

You’ll be laid over Lyle’s lap completely naked, his hand slowly massaging from your soft ass up to your neck. When he reaches your head, he tugs it back roughly by your hair, bringing his mouth to your ear. “Couldn’t help yourself before, could you, baby? Don’t worry, daddy Lyle will teach you some manners.”

He’ll bring his hand down onto your ass repeatedly, making you count every single hit in between your moans and yelps. If you lose count, he’ll tsk and tell you you’ll pay for that later.

When he’s done your ass is marked with welts in the shape of his fingers. After a slow massage and some soothing cooing of how well you’d done, you would normally be done, unless you lost count.

In that case he’ll lay you out on the bed, making you spread your legs and having your hands grab tightly onto the sheets. He’ll slap his hand against your wet, sensitive cunt. He’s far gentler than when he spanks your ass, but he still keeps on going till tears stream down your cheeks, begging and pleading with him that you won’t forget next time, that you’ll be good. The way he eats you out aftwards is divine though.

Mansk ~ Scenting

He loves to make you smell like him till the point that other Avatars regularly comment on it. He’s not really with the whole mating through Tsaheylu thing yet, but he still wants everyone to be aware that you’re his even when he isn’t by your side.

Will scent you through having you wear his clothes, sleep in his bed and just plain out rubbing against you. He loves smelling the nape of you’re neck when you’re naked and instantly recognizing his own scent.

Cumming both inside you and all over your body is a big thing for him. He wants every spot on your body to be marked by him and his release is the perfect way to do that. Plus it paints a pretty picture, his cock instantly getting hard again when he sees your face or tits covered in his seed.

Eagerly smear his cock past your lips or face and he’ll be seeing heaven. Messy blowjobs are his favorite.

Loves your scent as well. Will ask you to grind your wet cunt onto his shirt so he can smell it later. Is also a bit of panty thief for this reason but isn’t secretive about it, returning them unwashed after he’s jacked off in them.

Zdinarsk aka Z-dog ~ Spit

This is one mean gal and she tends to stay that way in the bedroom.

Will force your mouth open with one hand as the other is busy hammering her fingers into your cunt. “Needy bitch.” She’ll groan as she watches you. “Stick your tongue out.” As soon as you do so she forces your face lower till she can hover hers above it, letting her spit dribble slowly into your mouth. She’ll force your jaw shut, smirking evilly as she gives you no choice but to swallow her spit. And when you do, she’ll laugh and give you a nice slap across your cheek in reward. “You actually did it! God, you’re such a fucking slut.”

The type to spit on her hand to lube your cunt up with it before she fingers you or grinds her own wetness against yours. Something about hearing the lewd, wet squelches after your privates are nice and covered in spit sends a shiver down her spine.

Will be sloppy during both kissing and eating you out, making sure that your arousal and her spit gets everywhere. When she goes down on you she won’t stop till your thighs are coated and your wetness has stained even the bridge of her nose.

Lopez ~ Pain

Did you see all his tattoos? He loves a physical challenge. He’ll want to go all out with his partner, lots of the fucking resulting in bruises and tiny cuts.

Lopez wants your nails to scratch at his skin till he bleeds, wants your teeth to sink into his shoulders and your hips to buck into his till he feels they might break. He wants you to fuck him hard.

He’ll be bit rough himself as well, throwing you around to change positions and having no issue with tightly holding your hands behind your back or slamming you against a wall to take you like he might die tomorrow. He just wants you to be the one who’s giving the real pain.

Ride his face without reservation while sinking your teeth into the skin surrounding his lower abdomen and pelvic area and he’ll fall in love instantly.

Prager ~ Praise kink

Just wants you to praise him while you stroke his cock. Wants to hear how handsome he looks as he moans and how big he is in your hand.

Prager loves it when you kiss along his body, looking up at him through your lashes and blessing him with little smiles.

Will fuck into you with all he has while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His groans and pants sound so good in your ear, and you hold onto the back of his head lovingly. Will love it if you tell him explicitly how good he’s making you feel and how deep his cock is going inside you.

Might like being a called a good boy way too much. His hips will instantly start stuttering when you do so, his orgasm never far behind.

Sean Fike ~ Choking

He just loves to wrap his hands around your throat while he fucks in missionary, grinning madly at the sight of your pretty eyes rolling back.

Over the years he’s become somewhat of an expert at how to choke someone till they’re just at the edge, and if you allow him he’ll gladly take you there in bed. There’s nothing more mind reeling than cumming as soon as air flows back into your lungs.

Will want you to beg him to choke you. He’ll ignore it the first couple of times before his hand will snap to your neck, his grip tight. “Don’t forget that you asked for this, doll.” Is all you hear him groan before he squeezes.

Choking on his cock is also a sight he loves seeing. He’ll grab you by the hair and slam his cock down your throat suddenly while you’re sucking it, enjoying the way you gag and push at him as you choke. Doing it while he orgasms is even better, allowing him to watch you cough up his cum, your pretty mouth quickly becoming stained and thick strings of his spend hanging from them.

Ja ~ Outdoor sex

He loves to get down and dirty in, well, the actual dirt. He’ll chase you outside like an animal before throwing you down to the ground and grinding against your ass. He won’t mind mud or grass getting on him or you, pushing your face down with no regard of what’s below you.

Ja will drill you into the ground or fuck you up against a tree with a haste that he never usually has. It’s not that he minds getting caught, the thought actually quite thrilling to him, but something about being surrounded by all this nature gives him the need to fuck you hard and fast.

Doesn’t mind staying outside for days, taking you to a creek to wash off whenever you get too dirty. And then instantly taints you again by thrusting his cock into you till both your cunt and ass are filled with his cum.

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wain-fleets · 8 months

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CONTAGIOUS.

miles decides to take care of a sickly lyle — someone decides to watch !

( miles quaritch x lyle wainfleet x fem! recom!reader )

SMUT WARNING! NSFW, MDNI. ( fluff to extra stuff .. ) p in v, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral, anal, rough play, pet names, praising, etc. very nasty stuff. satiate my thirst.

miles sighed heavily, lightly tossing about the bottle of water in his hands. it crinkled and sloshed, making a faint noise that wasn't near loud enough to break through fike's snores (who had managed to fall asleep on the floor, next to the fridge after having a bit too much to drink). his bare feet pattered against the cold tile flooring as he made his way past the sleeping recom for the second time, and down the dimly lit hall to his own room.

or he wished it were his own. maybe then he'd actually catch some shuteye, instead of listening to lyle's constant chattering. still, he didn't want to think about where he'd be without the annoying fuck.

the door let out a small hiss as it slid open automatically upon registering his presence. *fancy shit.* and as soon as he stepped inside, he was met with the familiar sight of lyle lazing about in the bottom bunk. normally, lyle would sleep up top, but he could hardly get himself up there.

he was sick as a dog— supposedly.

now, miles wasn't sure why, but a part of him did take pity on the man. even if it was rather thin at 11 at night, his patience was there. and lyle sounded like a dog with a squeaker lodged in its throat. he needed water.

miles allowed his weight to press in the mattress at lyle's side. the metal frame groaned just a bit before settling, as lyle rolled over to face him.

"here." miles grunted out, offering the water to lyle, who kept himself tucked beneath his blankets. lyle could see he was shivering, but he had a relieved look on his face as he accepted the drink. he popped the lid off, bringing the spout to his lips and gulping eagerly. until nothing but a few sips remained in the bottom.

"ugh.. thanks.." he managed, "didn't expect you to be back in here tonight. youre gonna get sick, yknow."

"i figure that, but i think bein' sick beats sleepin' in there with mansk n' prager."

"they get on your nerves?"

miles shook his head, his tail thumping against the mattress as his palm rubbed at his forehead. "no .."

lyle wasn't sure what to think of the dry reply, but he didn't push it. he knew that miles wasnt always the best at expressing himself, whether it be in a positive way or a not so positive one. miles refused to show any signs of weakness, even when he probably should.

lyle could be the same way at times, but right now? there was no point in even trying to fight it. he felt like shit, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

a pained groan slipped from his blue lips as his head lolled back into his pillow, and a whine rattled his vocal chords. he squeezed his eyes shut, sniffling and sucking in rapid, shallow breaths in an attempt to clear his airways. this caught miles' attention, once more.

"here, sit up." the colonel demanded, and as much as lyle wanted to refuse, it was built-in now to *listen to miles*. he was his boss, after all. pretty much. lyle didn't mind.

"then help." lyle huffed at him, and miles couldn't help an eyeroll. their hands locked and lyle sat himself up with a small wheeze deep in his chest, keeping his hand clutched to miles' so he wouldn't fall back.

his ears twitched, pinning back against his head at the unfamiliar touch he felt. miles placed his hand against lyle's lower back, gently pushing in on it as a nudge of guidance.

"straighten your back— deep breaths, now." even though lyle was still tense from what he was seeing (as it was rather baffling: miles was never this gentle), he couldn't help but melt into it. lyle was sick, he felt cold. and miles was warm- his hands were so warm.

he complied to the simple command, rolling his shoulders a bit as he straightened his posture, and sucked in deeply. his nose was stuffy, so the task wasn't the easiest, but after a few tries he felt all the ick flowing downwards, and he could breathe again.

miles watched lyle take in deep chugs of oxygen, his eyes lingering over his lips before settling on his nose. lyle resembled rudolph, only far less happy than that stupid fucking deer. but a whole lot cuter, nonetheless.

"there you go.." miles murmured, looking down at his hand, which he held in place for lyle to continue using as support. he felt his heart skip a beat at the contact. the two men had always had a thing for each other, but it never went further than a few drunken makeout sessions.

but the interest was there. the care was there. and, even, a love that went beyond something friendly. on the outside they looked to be brothers in arms, but behind closed doors? more like very, very not related guys in dick to ass. at least that's what they wanted it to be. but neither had the balls to fess up.

as miles lost himself in thoughts of the man sitting just next to him, his eyes tracked downwards. over the corporal's bare chest, down to the blanket that hung loosely over his lap. the sight made his breath hitch, his palms growing sweaty, to which he wiped them off on the thighs of his sweatpants.

lyle, who was still catching his breath, noticed this. and he felt his own panic settling into his gut. it bubbled painfully in his belly, burning in his abdomen. did miles notice how hard he was?

lyle adjusted the blanket over his lap, trying to more properly hide the grown bulge beneath it to no avail. plus, it was too late. miles had noticed. yeah, he saw that. cant hide from him.

lyle's tail thumped under the covers, a clear indicator of his anxiety, and his cheeks flushed. miles watched his every move. like a hound trained on a rabbit.

"hmh.. it's okay," miles started, finding the confidence within himself to finally speak. "i know my touch is 'bout as good as it gets." he drawled, that southern accent thick with an almost sadistic tinge. he liked it. he liked seeing lyle all worked up and uncomfortable in his presence.

it made him feel in charge. strong. and incredibly fucking horny. he wasn't even going to attempt to hide his own erection-- it was huge and it was happening.

his pants tightened as his cock strained against them, making him hiss softly behind his canines. it hurt. so good.

lyle chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck. he was embarrassed, and unsure what to say. was miles toying with him? making fun of him? was he upset with him? lyle couldnt tell. until he noticed the clear indication in miles' pants.

"sorry.."

"whaddya got to apologize for?"

their bellies danced with butterflies, a feeling neither of them thought possible anymore. lyle shrugged.

and without thinking, before he even knew what he was doing, miles reached out. his hand cupped between lyle's hidden thighs, his palm slightly compressing the mound in the other man's boxers.

lyle's whole body tensed, his breathing growing more faint than it already was. he grabbed miles' bicep, and the colonel stilled his movements.

"w.. want me to stop?" miles whispered, starting to retract his hand. but lyle stopped him.

the corporal grabbed his wrist, pushing his palm further onto his crotch and bucking his hips into it. a mewl left his lips; a whine of desperation and yearning. he needed to be touched.

at this, now having consent, miles couldn't hold back anymore. he ripped the covers from the bed, carelessly tossing them aside before returning his hand to lyle's boxers. he massaged the man's length through the fabric, earning himself a whimper of gratitude. but he knew lyle needed more.

he guided lyle to lean back against the wall, using one hand to grip the recom's braid. he roughly snatched it back, forcing lyle's chin to tilt upward to expose his neck. his other hand worked lyle's boxers down around his thighs, just enough to free his cock.

"fuck.. that's pretty." miles groaned at the new sight. lyle was big. the colonel had already known this, but actually seeing it was a whole new experience. his hand wrapped around lyle, starting to pump him slowly, working him over.

lyle's moans and curses of ecstasy were intoxicating to his superior. everything felt so right. and he wasn't stopping for shit.

he sank his fangs into lyle's neck, still gripping his braid to hold him in place while delivering deliberate, slow strokes to his dick.

lyle groaned, his hands searching until they found the tie to miles' sweatpants, and he pulled them loose. miles stopped him.

"nah, baby.. let me take care of ya. you're the sick one, ain't ya?" miles inquired, his hot breath fanning over the blue skin of the other male's neck.

lyle's lip curled upward in a small, lazy smirk. "well yeah, but i still wanna." his voice was a bit nasally, and playful towards his boss. with that undeniable hunger.

miles wanted nothing more than to pin him down and take him, but he had to restrain himself. lyle was still sick, and he feared that if he pushed too hard, he'd exhaust the man or put him off. so he kept himself light.

"a'right.. well, if ya wanna, i aint stoppin' ya. but you best remember," his grip on the recom's queue tightened, making lyle feel a tingling sensation throughout his whole frame. every nerve jolting with excitement. normally this would hurt, but damn he was too heated to even register that at the moment. "you go and get yourself hurt, it aint gonna be my fault.. understood?"

"uh huh--"

miles bared his teeth, glaring down into lyle's wide, yellow eyes.

"use your damn words." he seethed. he hadn't meant to sound so cruel, no. but the overwhelming strain between his legs was painful, and he needed relief. or he'd completely lose his mind. he was teetering between sane and falling off the deep end.

lyle was just too fucking cute; too hot. those sounds, those eyes. his tail waggling back and forth and those ears giving away his true emotions.

"yes sir." lyle responded back to him properly this time, and for a split second he resembled a soldier once again instead of a man weakened in another's arms. but just like ice under the desert sun, it was gone before it even stood a chance. and they were both okay with that.

"yeah.. good boy." miles sneered, freeing lyle's hair and allowing the man to proceed. he sat back on his knees slightly, watching as lyle tugged his sweatpants down.

briefly, his eyes landed on lyle's cock again. it twitched and pulsed, begging for contact again. a bead of precum gathered on its slit, and miles swiped it up with his thumb. promptly licking the digit clean.

lyle was awestruck momentarily, unsure of what had just happened until it clicked. miles had tasted him, and god did he want to return the favor. he hugged his lower lip between his canines as he slowly peeled down the colonel's boxers.

a pleased sigh exhaled from miles' lips as his cock was finally freed from its confines. lyle took note of the small wet patch on the plaid fabric he'd just removed. the small details. miles was starved for him, just as lyle was.

miles was notably bigger than lyle, even though they were both pretty huge. these new bodies were something else, that was for sure. covered in stripes and freckles in even the most intimate places.

lyle breathed a tiny sigh of wonderment as he reached his hand out, carefully wrapping it around the colonel's length. he didn't stroke it, and instead gave it a gentle squeeze, taking his time to just feel it. he had no idea how he'd managed to make this fellow marine so damn hard.

he leaned down, pushing up the hem of miles' tshirt with his free hand as the other guided the man's cock towards his mouth, and he used his tongue to clean the small mess gathered atop it. miles gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into lyle's shoulders.

"fuck.." he whispered, pursing his lips as he suppressed a moan. but he wasn't able to suppress his hands, and his claws dug into lyle's neck. he shoved the corporal back onto the bed, pinning him down by his throat.

miles was so swift in his movements that it dazed lyle briefly, and he blinked rapidly up at the larger recom. he felt the pressure on his jugular, but he wasnt afraid. if anything, this only excited him further. he watched as miles pushed himself up to hover above him, trapping lyle's waist between his knees after fully removing his sweatpants and ripping his tshirt off.

lyle sucked in a deep breath of air through his mouth as his throat was released. he grunted as miles shoved his shoulders down, forcing lyle's face towards his cock. lyle was trapped, his hands holding miles' thighs as he gazed up at the colonel.

miles was practically sitting on his chest, but he made sure not to apply his full weight. and though he was trying to fight off his primal side, he was losing.

"suck my fuckin' cock.." he demanded through his teeth, using one hand to cradle lyle's head towards his groin.

he couldn't hold back a moan this time, as lyle's lips parted and he took miles into his mouth.

"ah, fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.." miles cursed, bucking his hips forward. lyle gagged at the knock to the back of his throat, but he didn't pull away and endured, instead starting to slowly bob his head.

he'd never sucked a dick before, but he could tell he was doing well by the blissful groans and grunts from his companion. he closed his eyes, his brows furrowed as he tried to deepen the hold his lips had on the colonel.

miles tightened his jaw, his abdomen sucking inward as he leaned his head back. he was trying his damndest to keep quiet, but it was hardly working. the profanity escaping his lips was filthy.

his gaze dropped back down to lyle, watching the man work him with his mouth. the sight ignited something inside the colonel, and the urge to cum was too damn strong.

without warning, miles grabbed lyle's head, placing his palms on either side of it firmly to hold it in place. he started rocking his hips, back and forth. slowly, gradually speeding up until he was pounding poor lyle's face.

"ah, fuck! baby.. oh shit." the colonel panted with each thrust, his blood pumping so quickly that a ringing filled his ears, drowning out the sounds of lyle's own moans and grunts.

this was the first thing you saw when you stopped in the doorway. your footsteps halted, your eyes wide in shock and the pointed ears on your head perked in what was a mix of confusion and curiosity. followed by a pang of fear. what the hell was going on?

you felt your hands starting to tremble, your heart rate soaring to dangerous heights.

it was almost instantaneous. as soon as you realized what was going on, heat flooded through you, centering to your abdomen. it felt as if your guts were knotting up, a deliciously painful feeling. anxiety paired with the overwhelming need to get fucked.

you squeezed your thighs together, with a faint gasp. the two men didn't pick up on this small sound, but they did pick up your scent. well, miles did. lyle couldn't breathe through his nose for shit.

that smell.

they both stopped moving. miles released lyle's head, allowing the recom to finally breathe again.

"what?" lyle croaked out, as miles twisted slightly, tilting his head to see you past his shoulder.

you considered trying to hide, but you knew it was hopeless. you were caught, and you weren't sure whether to feel negatively about that or not.

but the way the two looked at you, you realized maybe it wasnt so bad. even if embarrassing and shameful.

"uh, sorry. ill just-" you started, but miles cut you off.

"whats that smell?" did you stink? oh god- "hell that's good.. that you, sweet pea?"

a shock waved through you. was he speaking to you? only then did you finally understand why you'd been caught. these new bodies. they could smell every bit of your desire. and lyle picked up on it when he sat up.

their mouths flooded with drool. they needed you. whatever was getting passed around, it was contagious, and there was no controlling it.

"heyy.. y/n," lyle dragged, licking his lips. "wanna join?" it almost sounded like he was joking, teasing you. and you almost laughed. gladly you stopped it, seeing he was being dead serious.

but how were you supposed to answer that question? yes, no? it wouldn't be right to join in, would it? you could only stand, your lips parted as you tried to come to a conclusion. you were taking too long, though.

miles lifted a hand, waving two fingers towards himself in a gesture for you to come over.

"wait, i-"

"nah, c'mere. i can smell ya.. i know you wanna."

you paused at his words. and caved in. your legs felt weak as you shut the door behind yourself and neared the bunk. miles stood, pulling lyle up with him. they stood in front of you, their bodies on full display.

and what a damn good display it was.

toned chests, two huge cocks eager for one another and now for you.

"are you guys sure-" you were cut off. again. lyle snatched your hips, growling lowly as he roughly tripped you up and pinned you to the mattress. any signs of his ailment had subsided, and he had a feral look in his eyes. as did miles.

they both admired you from above, eyeing you like two hungry wolves would a freshly cut flank from the juiciest doe.

"finally found our lil culprit, wainfleet." miles huffed out, reaching down to push the tank top clothing your body above your stomach. his hand glided over your warm abdomen, working gentle circles into it in a soft massage.

"yeah.. shit, it was her the whole time." the corporal clicked, his hand grabbing your knee. he slid his palm upwards, pushing his fingers under the leg of your shorts.

they noticed the quizzical look in your eyes.

"huh. darlin'," miles crooned, leaning over you. "we've been smellin' your fine ass for months. couldnt figure out what it was, till now. just 'bout all the guys been lookin' for you."

"yeah. y'know, you could've just said you wanted us." lyle shrugged at his own words, and you gasped as you felt his fingers brush against the panties beneath your shorts. a grin overtook his lips as he felt the damp cloth. "damn, you're soakin'.."

his middle finger slipped under the small garment, caressing your folds with a tenderness that took your breath away. you couldn't hold in a small squeak, just as miles shoved your tank top up the rest of the way. your breasts fell from your shirt, and both the men seemed to purr at the sight.

as miles leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth to suckle at it eagerly, his other hand kneaded the opposite breast. the sight made lyle want to release all over the both of you right then and there, but he held back, and instead plunged his finger deep inside your pussy.

he felt your walls, pushing his finger into that spot that made your toes curl and your breath stop.

"fuck, colonel, she's tight.."

miles released your nipple with a pop. "mmhmm.. guess we oughta get her ready then."

those words made your whole body give up. if you wanted to fight it before, you sure as hell couldn't now. you were in this, and dammit, you were not leaving until you felt quenched. until they did, too. they'd make sure of that.

lyle pulled his hand from your shorts, leaving you empty. he brought it to his lips, and miles sat up to join him in aweing at how wet you were. they snickered to themselves, before they both leaned in and licked lyle's hand clean.

their tongues pressed together, and they shared a sweet kiss before pulling back to share a knowing look. you tasted good.

focusing their attention back on you, you found your shorts being yanked off by miles. lyle leaned down, pushing your knees wide apart so they could get a good look at those underwear.

"you need it bad, dontcha?" lyle mocked, dropping down and gripping your thighs as he buried his face in your panties, licking and sucking your clit through them.

"oh god, lyle-" you panted, and he whimpered in response.

this was heaven for him. he had tasted miles, and now he was tasting you. in truth, he'd been pining for your fine ass since day one. the slut.

his mouth engulfed your whole mound through the fabric, and he kept sucking the moisture from it. as you moaned and whined, you noticed miles sat at your side, stroking himself at a steady pace as he admired the view.

"that feel good, darlin'?" the colonel questioned, using his free hand to brush your hair back out of your face. "mm.. good girl, keep moanin' for me. not too loud, now.."

miles praised you, and you quivered under lyle's ministrations. he pulled from your pussy, only momentarily, just enough time to rip your panties off and toss them at miles.

a squeal rattled your throat as lyle delved back into your heat, his nails digging into your thighs to leave behind faint scratches as he lapped away at your soaked folds. now unprotected, it felt so much better. his tongue teased your clit, and he took it between his lips to give it a hard suckle that made you clutch the bedsheets. your knuckles paled as you let out a loud moan, only for a large hand to cover your mouth.

miles muffled your sounds of pleasure with his palm, shushing you quietly.

"shh, now. dont want anybody else walkin' in here. dont think you could take more than two of us, sweet pea." he reminded, and you made an effort to be more quiet. though it was hard.

"yeah, good girl.. look'it you. damn." he breathed, leaning over you to suck at your breast once more. he kept a hand over your mouth, the other gripping your panties as he grinded his cock against them. "mmh.. mhm, fuck." he released your nipple to speak again, "so damn pretty." he whispered, peppering kisses down your belly until he reached lyle.

lyle panted as he pulled back temporarily, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. he gazed up at miles, who leaned in to lick his face clean, before they both focused on your pussy.

miles released your mouth, using his now free hand to spread your pussy lips.

"pretty fuckin' pussy, colonel." lyle breathed, "tastes damn good too.. you gotta try this."

they were passing you back and forth, treating you like a shared dish for the both of them to dine upon.

"guys-"

"hush." they both ordered you sternly, their voices mixing into one. one that you simply listened to.

"you relax and enjoy yourself, buttercup." lyle smacked his lips, pushing himself up to sit aside you as miles dipped to replace him between your legs.

you whined up at lyle, whimpering as miles' tongue shoved inside your wetness. lyle gave you a sweet smile, dipping his head to give you a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips.

he broke the kiss to tilt your head back, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck, marking you. you moaned, and miles groaned along with you.

"so fuckin' good." the colonel panted, pushing your knees up to your chest as he feasted away at your swollen folds. the change in position made you all the more heated, and your hands clung to lyle.

"oh fuck.. im gonna- i need to-"

"yeah, yeah, good girl. you gonna cum for us? huh? gonna cum all over his face?" lyle whispered in your ear, and you nodded hastily.

"uh huh, uh huh-" you agreed, and miles sped up his tongue, abusing your sensitive bud with it again and again. "uh huh!"

"yeah? yeah?" lyle nodded with you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. "good girl. yeah, cum for me baby. cum for us. good girl.."

his praise sent you over the edge, and just as you reached your peak, he smashed his lips to yours to silence the loud moan that would come with it. miles grinned, lapping up the remaining juices pooled in front of his mouth.

he helped you come down from your high as lyle kissed you repeatedly, the corporal murmuring soft 'good jobs' to you.

miles pulled back when you were fully spent, but they weren't done.

they needed to cum, too.

they stared down at you, with those hungry eyes again. and though you were weak, you wanted to please them just as much as they had you. you bit your lip, pushing yourself to lay on your side.

lyle sat on his knees behind you, his cock rubbing against your bare ass as miles took the front. they grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and forcing your knee to your shoulder.

"fuck.. can i fuck your ass?" lyle suddenly blurted, not even realizing what he'd said. he made it sound so casual, as if asking for a basic need. and to him, it was. he needed to be inside that tight ass of yours. he couldn't take it anymore.

"but you're so.. big." you muttered uncertainly back at him, and he pouted.

"ill be gentle, baby.." he assured you, and your tail flicked out, your ears pinning against your hair as you considered it.

miles was already positioning himself at your front entrance, starting to ease himself inside you carefully. you covered your mouth, and without even considering the consequences you just nodded to lyle.

"thank fuck." the corporal chirped, coating his hand in saliva and spreading it about his cock and your asshole.

your breath caught. they were going in at the same time? what the hell did you just agree to?

before you could say anything, you felt your ass being stretched. slowly, painfully. it already hurt enough on its own, but paired with miles' cock deep inside your pussy as well, it was excruciating.

he held you steady by your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched as he refrained from just taking off without letting you get used to him.

but it felt so good at the same time.

lyle pushed in as far as he could reach, going at a snail's pace just for you. he stopped once he bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"fuck. so fucking tight. fuck." he cursed.

miles whined along with him, also holding himself deep inside you. you felt him against your cervix, and you could swear your guts were flipped upside down now.

they savored the feeling of your plush walls hugging their cocks so tightly, squeezing and clenching around their lengths as if begging them to stay planted there. lyle peppered your shoulder in tender kisses all the while, murmuring soft comforting words of reassurance.

once you felt you were ready, even with faint tears in your eyes, you gave them the go ahead. and when they found a rhythm, they couldn't hold back.

as lyle would pull back, miles would push in.

as miles pulled back, lyle would shove back in again.

their hips rocked into yours ruthlessly, and fortunately the pain had mostly diminished. replaced with a pleasure from the full, hot feeling in your belly.

"yeah, fuck.. good girl."

"so fuckin' tight. shit."

"you feel so good baby."

"milkin' my fuckin' cock. fuck yeah."

"that's a good girl. shit. take it."

"take my fuckin' cock."

filthy, filthy, filthy.

you could only lay there, a moaning mess as they used your holes.

"fuck, im gonna cum!" lyle whimpered, his hips snapping forward again.

"ah, dammit.." miles hissed.

both of the men grew sloppy in their movements, their breathing growing heavier and heavier, their groans and grunts and whimpers more frequent.

until they both shoved deep inside at once, releasing all they had, painting your walls white with their loads.

they caught their breath atop you, before they gave in and just laid down on either side of you, their cocks still within your depths.

lyle hugged your waist from behind, burrowing his face in your hair. as miles rested in front of you, kissing your forehead and wiping away your tears as he massaged your hip.

lyle reached around to rub your abdomen, trying to provide some more comfort.

"you okay..?" he whispered.

"yeah, she's alright." miles whispered the answer for you, but the two of you doubted lyle heard as he was already fast asleep.

miles stared into your eyes with a gentle gaze now, simply admiring the features that made up you. you were so beautiful. how had he not noticed before? he bit back any further speaking.

"..can you sleep?" he whispered through lyle's faint snoring.

you nodded sleepily, your eyelids already hanging heavy.

he kissed your nose, "sleep."

that simple order was all you needed to doze off. still stuffed completely by both the men you were trapped between.

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the next morning, mansk peeked his head in. prager was near behind him, wanting to see the condition of lyle. they hadn't expected to find three of their teammates in the room.

all naked, under one blanket. tossing and turning from the snotty noses they were all experiencing.

"wh-" fike poked his head in, his eyes widened in shock. as always. he had a mad hangover, and he thought for a second that he was still drunk as hell. "huh?!"

miles groaned in irritation, snatching up a half empty water bottle and hurling it straight at the other three recoms. they all jumped and fled the room, closing the door as they retreated in a fit of snickers and chuckles.

they were never going to let that down.

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ikranwings · 1 year

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Miles quaritch , Lyle Wainfleet and Tsu'tey kinks

Two kinks listed per character

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

A little present for my friends @tarrynightss @villiansimpqueen @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @nin3kyuu @milknhonies @xandy-toady

this kind of happened lol so i hope you enjoy. This is also a gift to al my followers!and feedback is much appreciated!! i would love to see yall in my ask box. Weather it just be requests or just comments and such in general!

BREEDING KINK

-you can't tell me this man doesn't have a breeding kink, you just can't. This man thoroughly enjoys seeing seeing his so fucked out and breed.

he loves the thought of filling you with his seed, staying seated within you just to ensure none of it leaks out. Pressing kisses to his mates temple while speaking words of praise. Telling them how good they did for him.

Other times he enjoys pushing his cum back into his mates dripping cunt with his fingers. On top of that it means he can try and coax another orgasm out of them. Watching his SO beg for another release by his hands really just builds his ego.

Cock warming is another kink of his however he enjoys using it as another way to try and ensure yet again that nothing is to leak from his lovers body. SCENTING

he will not let his SO leave the room without smelling like him. He wants everyone to know who they belong to, who they were with when they weren't in others presence.

he doesn't want anyone getting any ideas of claiming his SO as there or even just getting to close. If they smell like him others will know not to fuck around.

When his mate where to shower wearing his shirt after would suffice for a little while. It still ensured his smell lingered on them, subtle or not his mate wearing his clothes gets something stirring in him.

in the more dirty side of things not only dose he enjoy the breeding side of sex with his mate but also being able to smear his cum along his mates belly. Anything that’s leaked out the man uses it in order to spread his scent along their stomach. Even when cleaned up that scent lingers for quite some time at least for him and the other recoms.

SIZE KINK

Lyle has a massive size kink, his mate is smaller than him no doubt. He’s protective of them to, refuses to let any harm come to them in any way shape or form.

He loves being able to encompass his mate with his body, caging them in between his arms as he slowly thrusts his hips into their body. Dipping his head into the crook of their neck. The man can't help but groan into their ear. Ensuring they knew just how good they were for him. " Youre doing so good for me baby, taking me so well. " "Look how well you stretch for me, so beautiful.. "

stomach bulge, lyle goes feral being able to see his own dick bulge within his lover. The man might even go so far as to press down on his mates stomach in order to draw out moans form and pleasured whimpers from them. Only he can draw this sort of thing from his mate and it makes him go absolutely nuts.

Lyles hand encompasses his mates there's no doubt about that. Not only dose he enjoy comparing that difference he also enjoys teasing his SO with his fingers. Using it as a means to prepare his mate for him. However not before he draws out an orgasm or two from his lover as he simply enjoys watching them squirm below him. He is such a tease and he knows it, it fills him with pride knowing only he can do this to his SO.

SHOWER SEX/BATHTUB SEX

He loves how intimate these times with his mate can be. How close it brings him and his mate together. For him it not just about the sex. He wants to show his SO just how attentive and caring he can be towards them. He basically just wants to worship them. Outside of the shower he may be a little rough so he makes up for it here.

Lyle loves getting down on his knees before his mate, pleasing them is something he gets off on. What better way to do that than in the shower with them. One of their legs over his shoulder, his mates hands at the back of his head trying to pull him in closer between their legs. Sometimes letting out a soft hum as the water cascades over the both of them. This man loves it when his mate can't control the little bucks of their hips over his tounge.

Lyle for sure has a non-slip shower mat in the bottom of the tub, he wants to ensure that while they're having fun the love of his life is not in danger of slipping and falling on his watch. Despite it being there he's still careful, ensuring that he has some sort of hold on them or at the very least in arm's length so he can keep them from crumpling to the ground. Like when he's entirely over worked their body and their legs become like jelly after a session.

while shower sex is fun sometimes, he likes to fill the tub with water and just thoroughly enjoy a bath with them. That being said it doesn't always last as long as the both of them would like as ninety percent of the time it ends up with his mate straddling his hips as they ride him. Water threatening to tip over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

OUTDOOR SEX

Hes not one for public sex but there is no stopping him from leading you out into the forest of pandora and having his way with his mate on a bed of moss. Something the two of you(his mate ) have previously discussed and really quite enjoyed the thought of being away from everyone in order to just thoroughly enjoy the company of just his mate with no interruptions.

Tsu'tey loves to pin his mates hands either above their head or on either side of them pressed into the soft plush ground beneath them. Rutting his hips into his mate just thoroughly lost in the throws of pleasure. No one can bother them here, no one can ask him about training or ask that he help the other warriors in something. Its just him and his mate with no distractions. Hes fully able to focus on nothing else but his lover and he quite enjoys that very much.

He also likes the fact that in the forest there really is no limitations of where he can have his mate. Hes practically had sex just about anywhere with them. Up against the tree, in the river where the water isn't running so fast. The sky's the limit really. No really the sky is a limit, he won't put his mate in danger by doing something so foolish as to having sex up in the air or on his Ikran. It's not something he's comfortable with and probably never will be.

He especially likes to go out towards eclipse, when the only light left out there is the bioluminescence of the forest. The low light of the plants around him and his mate is something he enjoys because it brings him into a focus. Its like a tunnel vision, he is at utter peace listening to his mate moan and cry out below him. Its all for him as well and he wouldn't have it any other way. Often times(you ) his mate will hear words of praise as he thrusts into them. Complimenting them on how well they're taking him. How beautiful they look below him. Oh how he wishes moments like these will never end.

ORGASM CONTROL/EDGING

Tsu'tey from time to time enjoys bringing his mate to the very edge of bliss and taking it away right at the last second. Seeing his lover cry out for him in frustration and need just really gets him going he can't help it. To have someone fully reliant on him in order to achieve an orgasm makes him feel wanted, needed even.

He loves to lay his mate over his legs so he can sit up and work his fingers along their body. Pressing his fingers into their wet heat an thrusting slowly at first before increasing his pace in order to start a steady rhythm. Curling his fingers in order to draw out all those pretty moans he loves so much. Stopping and starting over and over and over again, drawing them to the brink of release only for it to fall away from them like a ton of bricks. Only to be met with the sound of this man is fully amused chuckle.

If he's fully sheathed within his mate he preferers to take them from behind when trying to take control of exactly when he wants to allow his mate that state of exstacy. Threading his arm along the front of his lover, sliding slowly down their belly and to their clit. Massaging their clit as he thrusts himself upwards into their body. His other arm hooked around his SOs elbows in order to draw them back perfectly against him.

Once he dose allow his mate that sweet release of their orgasm Tsu'tey enjoys watching them come undone. Watching as their body shakes before him. The entire time he cradles them close, brushing their hair away from their face and carding through the strands as he speaks to them. " Ive got you yawne, you did so well for me" " So perfect, just rest now. Ive got you, im here. Ill never leave."

I plan on possibly doing some of these for Ja, mansk jake and maybe brown..., Let me know if yall would like that to! <3

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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Fluffy Lyle Wainfleet Art

@tigermoon3 thank you for the idea💕✨

I have mixed feeling about how it turned out, sorry. I hope you still like it💜.

Lyle at the bottom looks fucked😭the hair didn‘t work out on the bottom one either lmao I gave up there.

(I‘m also rlly sorry for giving Y/N specific looks but like I don‘t want to draw her naked with nothing and no skin colour, so I‘m sorry I hope it‘s fine)

Not me using Spider and Quaritch for reference💀

Side rant: stripes are such a pain to do

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drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed · 1 year

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🔹💙THANK YOU SO MUCH DEARY💙🔹

@nin3kyuu I love it 💜

I got this AMAZING ARTWORK as reward for a little "guessing game" where to figure out which Recom is shown in the picture. (It was Lyle)

I said that I want something romantic, but also hot, with Lyle and a white/light skinned Na'vi female (maybe a Snow Na'vi)

(Because I see more in him then only 2braincelled and mercyless rough ordering following marine)

💜Thank you so much for this amazing result, I am very very happy and it's like a shiny light in my current situation in my real life 🥺

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Colonel's orders!

Summary: Lyle doesn't show up for your date, Quaritch rectifies the situation.

Human!Miles x gn!reader, Human!Lyle x gn!reader

It was an odd situation you had to admit. Lyle and you? No one would have seen it coming, well no one except your roommate.

"He's a dog y/n! You're a fine piece of ass and he's sniffin!" She called to you as you got ready by the mirror. Her head didn't even pop up from her data pad as she chewed on her pen.

"What the hell does that even mean Kim?" You didn't have time for her nonsense warnings. Your own shift had run late and if you didn't leave now he'd be waiting. You just wished your hair knew that.

"Means what it means." She said crossing her arms. "You shouldn't go. AND if you do I'm not clearing out so there'll be no hanky panky" You rolled your eyes. Cheep as RDA was you were lucky in your station to only have one room mate to deal with. She could be a pain in the ass but at least she kept her side tidy.

"I have no idea what your saying half the time." You grumbled mainly to yourself, having a last once over in the mirror before heading out.

"If your not back by 0900 I'm inviting Prager over!" You wished the sliding mechanical doors were capable of slamming as you left.

She was one to talk about your taste seeing as she'd been making her way through the military types. Still in some ways she was right. You'd never seen them as your type before but Lyle had been a special case.

You were a jack of all trades, often flitting from task to task in where ever they felt you were needed. Your primary work load was in mechanics, which was where you met him. Lyle clearly wished to jump the queue and reckoned it was a 50/50 he'd get to the top of the order or blacklisted. His cheesy pickup lines and obvious eyeballing would have normally pissed you off but for some reason you'd found it charming.

Maybe it was his sincerity? He certainly seemed to find you genuinely attractive and was not shy about expressing it. Maybe it was the lack self seriousness he displayed? Or maybe it was simply that no one else had shown this much blatant interest in you in a while.

There were no games with him. He was clear in his intentions from the beginning. Before you'd even finished fixing his gun mount on the craft, he'd set up a date. You appreciated the straight forwardness greatly. You often found people difficult to read and wished more would be as blunt at times.

So here you were, outside the hanger leaning against the wall in your nicest causal clothes. It was a miracle you'd made it on time, better than that you were a couple of minutes early! You used the time to catch your breath, peering at your reflection in the glass.

You looked nice. It was hard to look special with what little you'd brought with you but still the effort was clear. Anyways he'd still be in his camo so he'd be a hypocrite to think you'd not bothered to dress up.

Not that dressing up was necessary, you were only going to an observation deck. It was technically out of bounds for yourself but with him as escort it would be allowed. As he told it, that catwalk had the best views of the night sky. You quite looked forward to seeing it, would be a change from the lower levels you tended to work in.

Minutes ticked by slowly. Muscular men and women in military gear filed past, looking at you with confusion as you waited. You kept your eyes down, hoping not to draw too much attention. Wouldn't want to get kicked out before Lyle even got here.

Your feet started to ache. Looking down at your watch again you noted how late he was. 15 minutes wasn't so bad, maybe he'd needed a shower first and had just forgot to message you. You rocked back and forth on your heels, staring out at the moving crane in the hanger.

30 minutes was understandable. Something must have come up and made him late. If it was work then of course he wouldn't have been able to message you and let you know. The timer lights had gone out leaving the hall dim. You slumped down now, sitting on the floor. Might as well rest a little while you waited right?

45 minutes. The cranes had stopped now, the large hanger bay stilled. Whatever workers left must have gone off to their own beds through other exits. You hadn't seen another soul in the last half an hour. Was he just not coming?

55 minutes was your limit. You could feel the frustration rising in your throat. It constricted as your chest spasmed, threatening to start you sobbing. You held the flood gates, your eyes only glassy, you wouldn't cry here.

You felt stupid for falling for what ever trick he was playing. A prank amongst his friends maybe? All watching on CCTV at the poor sod he'd tricked into thinking he liked them. Fuck them, they wouldn't see you cry. You were gonna walk back to your room like nothing was wrong and let your roommates vicious tongue say it for you.

You stood, stretching out your aching muscles, your back giving a satisfying pop. You moaned a little in the empty space as you reached high in your stretch. Then you heard someone clear their throat.

You glanced over to see the Colonel himself eyeing you. You yanked your arms down fast, adjusting your clothing that had crept up.

"Sir!" You straightened, mind racing. What could you say to excuse your being here? Did he know his own men well enough to mark you as an outsider here?

"Shouldn't you be..." He began.

"Yes! sorry sir! I was waiting for someone and..." You cut him off, trailing off with a half hearted laugh at the end there. You weren't hiding you emotion well, you could hear a manic edge to your tone. Well fuck it, your evening couldn't get worse right?

"I think I've been stood up, sir." You met his eye when you said this tears threatening to spill. This was the first time since the mandatory safety briefing you'd seen him this close. You'd done well the last few years, making yourself indispensable on base, never needing to leave its safe walls. Nor having to be in the presence of the Colonel who you'd found so frightening before.

He didn't seem so scary now. Emotions quickly passing across his admittedly handsome face. Though it was marked heavily by deep scarring he was very agreeable up close. He seemed to soften a moment, an easy smile gracing his lips.

"By one of mine? Now that won't do darlin" You blushed at the pet name, eyeing him nervously as he reached a hand out to you. You took it gingerly, staring down at his rough hand clasping your own. Then your eyes drifted to his biceps, wow he was huge.

"Colonel Miles Quaritch." He drawled out, laughing a little. Your eyes shot back up to his, busted.

"Uh, y/n, sir!" You squeaked out. You tensed as he pulled your arm in, hooking it through his own. You followed his movements, allowing him to walk you through the doors off limits to yourself.

"Gave you my name for a reason there darlin'. Just Miles will be fine." You just nodded to him, the whole situation rapidly getting away from you.

"Now what had my no good dog promised you huh?" he turned his head to you, flashing a brilliant smile. You settled against him, content he wasn't going to yell at you and happy to be closer to his muscles.

"The stars." You spoke, more steadily this time, a dreamy hint touching your voice. You'd never seen them so clear as the first night you arrived on Pandora and had been squirreled away ever since. "We were going to go look at them."

Miles hummed to himself, leading you to an elevator on the far wall. An assistant had made to approach with paper work, he shot him a look you couldn't see. The man almost jumped, fumbling with the papers before scampering off. Maybe a little apprehension on your part was warranted.

He seemed a little lost in thought as you entered the lift together. Maybe mulling over who's place he'd taken tonight. Part of you wanted to keep it a secret, after all he did seem annoyed you'd been left waiting. Maybe Lyle deserved what ever his Colonel would do however. Likely be better than your plan of never helping him again.

The lifts sliding doors brought him back. Charming smile slipping back into place as he stepped out with you.

"You'll be wanting a mask for this spot." He removed himself from your side, stepping ahead to the evopacks hanging on the wall. He took one down turning to you.

"After you." He placed the mask over your head, drawing you in close as he adjusted the straps. He tucked hair off your face, hands tracing down to tilt your chin up with his finger. Your breath caught in your throat, he was close now, his eyes darting to your lips. If it wasn't for the glass between you, you'd have felt his breath. He smirked down at you before pressing the seal, it hissed startling you back to reality. Where it didn't seem like your Colonel wanted to kiss you.

You hadn't realized quite how hot you'd become until the door hissed open and the cool night air hit you. It was refreshing, not so cold as to be uncomfortable.

"Up here." Miles lead the way climbing the ladder first and taking your hand when you reached the top yourself. He pulled you up sharply making you bump against his broad chest. He held you there a moment, hands on your elbows, before stepping back.

"Well, there's your stars." He smiled and you raised your head up.

No earthly sky could compare, not even the old photos of desert skies. Millions of pin prick lights, splashes of blue and purple nebula, another moon and the huge expanse of Polyphemus.

The night here glowed brilliantly. You couldn't help the glee that bubbled through you. You jumped a little, waving your hands trying to disperse the feeling. It was so beautiful, beyond anything you'd expected from your brief glimpse.

You twisted back to Quaritch, suddenly bashful from your display. He was simply smiling back at you from where he'd decided to sit. You joined him, flopping onto your back to better take in the view.

"As promised?" You turned your head to his, stars sparkling in his icy blue eyes. You grinned at him.

"Better!" You shuffled closer pressing your head to his shoulder. You wondered briefly if that'd be okay but he didn't move. You stayed like that for a time, letting him speak. He'd apparently learnt a bit from navigation, important out in the field so he said. He pointed to clusters, constellations changed quickly on a moon planet but certain groups could be spotted and used to navigate.

You told him about your fear of the forest. That you'd known a friend who died their first day out there. That you'd found every excuse to stay inside since. He listened, nodding to himself. You supposed he understood, he'd seen first hand what was out there, though he'd chosen to fight it.

When you began to yawn he suggested you go back. Ever the gentleman it would seem, he took your hand. Helping you up then escorting you back. You protested lightly, that you could return yourself but he wouldn't have it. Taking you right to your room door.

"Well y/n, it's been a pleasure." He raised your knuckles to his lips, leaving a soft kiss. You giggled a little, debating a curtsy when you noticed the time. 1100 and as expected your darling roommate had left the customary warning of her sock on the floor.

Miles caught your sudden change of expression, quirking a brow at the sock you glared at.

"Sorry...uh my roommate... she has company." You fumbled. It wasn't against any rules or anything but it felt like grassing her up to the big boss. He paused a moment before he caught your meaning, barking a laugh at the situation.

"Now wouldn't it be funny if I just..." He trailed off before quickly opening the door. You barely had time to react before you saw a half dressed Prager flail and fall onto the floor. Your roommate was no where in site, likely in the bathroom.

"Private!" Miles half yelled, causing him to scramble to his feet and salute. You couldn't help but laugh at him standing there in his underwear, beet red.

"You have a field mission at 0600, best get some shut eye soldier." Miles voice was light hearted, filled with humor at the situation. Regardless Prager scooped up the rest of his clothes before running off down the hall, babbling out 'yes sirs' and 'sorry sirs'.

You turned to look up at Miles, still giggling. He smiled back down at you before his face relaxed a little. He looked at you more seriously then, before his hand raised to cup your cheek. He was close again, this time you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He stooped a little, leaning closer to you. You felt his lips brush against yours before...

"Colonel, sir?!" Miles leaned away, hand leaving your cheek, he turned to who ever called. You didn't even need to peak around him to tell, Lyle. What was he doing here now? You were still upset about him leaving you waiting like that, but he'd come to you?

"Ahh, this the date then?" He turned back to you, face tight in a forced smile. You felt your face flush, mind still reeling from the almost kiss.

"uh yeah... Lyle." He jogged into view around Miles now, red faced and out of breath. You looked at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes incase it got you tearing up again.

"Aww y/n I..." He started, struggling to speak through his panting.

"This is my bad." You turned to Miles as he interrupted. His face and voice giving a casual impression that didn't reach his body language. His muscles were tensed. You could see his fists balled, white knuckled.

"I'm afraid my Corporal here was pretty behind on paper work and I'd insisted it be done by tomorrow. Fair to say I ruined your evening, you have my apologies." He tipped his head before marching off.

You felt you should say something but what? What do you say to your higher up who almost kissed you in front of your date. You turned to Lyle, his breathing more steady now.

"How about a rain check? Happy to show you that spot another night." He smiled sweetly, dimples forming. You remembered why you'd been so taken by him before, he really was a good looking guy.

"Yeah, rain check" You returned his smile, watching as his eyes lit up at the chance for a do over. "but your boss beat you to that date." You added laughing at his shocked expression as you entered your room.

"Wait he what?!" He shouted as you closed the door. Kim had reappeared and was grinning from ear to ear.

"Details. Now." You rolled your eyes playfully as she dragged you to sit on her bed.

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The next morning you worked bellow an engine block. Trudy had complained about something leaking and was unwilling to let anyone but you touch her baby.

Your mind was still racing. You wanted to see Miles again but at the same time you still had a date promised to Lyle. It wasn't cheating right? You weren't 'dating' dating? He was just gonna take you out, no reason you couldn't think about someone else. Chances were he was playing the field too, no harm right?

"Knock knock" You heard someone tapping the metal and slid out from under it. Lyle stood above you offering a hand to help you up. He pulled you up and into a quick hug, before pulling back to grin at you.

"What?" you asked, the cheeky look still spread across his face.

"Someone cleared both our schedules for the rest of the day." He somehow smiled wider before scooping you up and spinning with you in the air. You shrieked, laughing as you balanced yourself holding his firm shoulders. He placed you gently back down, giddy smiles shared between you both.

"Must have made a very good impression on the boss. Maybe need to have him run into you more often." He winked slinging an arm over your shoulders. You blushed, he'd really gone and given you both a full day off? Lyle tugged you closer, kissing your temple and leading you out the hanger.

"We're gonna have so much fun!" He beamed. You smiled back, enjoying the feeling of being smushed up against his broad chest.

Unbeknownst to you Miles watched seething from the catwalk above.

#human miles quaritch #miles quaritch #quaritch x you #quaritch x reader #colonel quaritch #lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #avatar #avatar imagine #my fics #colonels orders

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plooto · 4 months

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⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 12 — kuru play ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. teacher ! reader , fingering , oral ( f rec . ) , improper use of kuru , pet names ( baby ) . lmk if i missed anything !!

now playing : have yourself a merry little christmas ; jackson 5

1:21 ───|────── 4:01

volume : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▯

lyle wasn’t always the smartest when it came to his new avatar body, even before when you were trying to teach him things he didn’t listen.

“ corporal, pay attention! ” you ridiculed, flicking him on the head to gather his focus once more.

“ ow! damn y’n, cut me a break. ” you scoffed, turning your head to the side with an ‘unbelievable’ smirk.

“ i’ll give you a break, ” you sat up, tiny hand grazing past his neck as you grab a hold of his kuru to pull it over his shoulder. “ when you tell me what this is for. ”

lyle looks down at you with a smirk on his face. you made a face back at him, raising your eyebrows, “ well? ”

“ what d’ya say we stop playing these games and we can get to the real questions. ” you feel a shiver run down your spine once your brain registered that his hand was slipping around your waist.

“ c- corporal? ” flustered and unsure what to do, you kept your grip on his kuru—the only thing that could ground you—as he pulled you into his lap, he same smirk still splayed on his face. hips spread and knees pressed into the hard surface below you, you stared up into lyle’s lust-blown eyes. a particularly loud swallow from you fills the still air, lyle grins at the sound, finally understanding the chokehold he has on you. his left hand lifts to rest under your chin before pushing it upwards.

“ y’re prettier like this, don’t y’think? ” your lips parted yet no sound came out. his smirk grew and his tail slapped against the floor. “ y’know, these li’l shorts y’wear, yor teasin’ me aren’t cha? ” finallly digging deep enough, you found your voice. your eyes darted around everywhere else as you tried to come up with a reply,

“ um.. no- they are only comfortable. ” you say, your voice was smaller than normal. you didn’t fight against his hand as he pushes your head upwards—just enough for him to slot his head in the crook of your neck. he takes a deep breath of your scent before his textured tongue licks a long stripe up your neck. your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth, a feeble attempt to quiet the deep moan that left your throat. you felt him smile against your neck, his tongue retreating before it’s replaced with his lips.

“ ah! ” you whimper as you felt him pull the skin of your neck into his mouth. your lips tuck between your teeth, trying your hardest to stay quiet, to deny the pleasure that he is pulling from you. you heard him chuckle, his body vibrating as he pulled away from you.

in an instant, your back was met with the cold hard floor, lyle’s hands pushing on the backs of your knees to keep them spread.

“ y’know, all this teaching y’been doing.. i can smell ya, sweet cheeks. ” he brings your ankle to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the bone as his other hand moves down your thigh. you push your head back against the hard floor, you tried to fight it, convince yourself that you didn’t want the pleasure that he was bestowing upon you. so caught up in your own brain, you didn’t notice that lyle parted your shorts, exposing your pretty lace underwear to him.

your mind focused, feeling the chill of the air curl around your hips. lyle was growing impatient, as if he wasn’t the one denying his own pleasure—your pleasure. when you finally looked back down, you found lyle fixated between your legs—on the wet spot that was calling his name in the most devious way. your back arched off the floor, the sweetest noises lyle’s heard from you leaving your lips as he blows at your clothed core.

“ y’smell so good. ” he presses his nose against your cunt, committing your scent to memory. “ christ- ” your head turns downwards, you watch his eyes flutter shut, his ears flatten against his head.

“ c-cor- oh! ” your inquiry gets cut short by a moan, lyle’s tongue completely derailing your train of thought. you squealed, toes curling as lyle doesn’t move your underwear, rather ravishing you through it. your hips shifted, fuck you needed more.

lyle could smell it—smell you.. he needed more, more you. his tongue flattens against your clothed, wet hole.

as your head fell back against the pillows, your other hand gripped at his shirt. hot white pleasure filled you as you felt his large tongue on your naked cunt. you whined, your empty, wet hole squelching around nothing as his lips close around your sensitive bud.

“ oh yeah.. that’s it, baby.. ” he groaned into the sensitive nub, the vibrations of his voice encouraging pleasure to trickle down your spine. he adjusted his position, his left hand rising to take his kuru from your hands,

“ y’want more baby? ” you nod your head, almost in disbelief that he pulled away so disrespectfully,

“lyle- lyle please..” you whimper, his hand pushing down on your stomach as he sit back on his haunches. the hand on your stomach traveled upwards, flicking at the hardened nubs under your tee shirt and in an moment, maybe a fraction of one, your shirt was split. your back arched off the floor, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering without restraint as the knuckles of his other hand brush against your underboob.

“ y’can get more when you tell me what this is for. ” you let out a whimper in frustration. there was no way your brain could function, not when there’s an incredibly attractive recom between your legs. you squeezed your eyes shut and began to describe what the queue is for. you didn’t make it to the thirrd syllable of your sentence when something latched onto your nipple, interrupting your speak by drawing a loud moan from your lips.

“ what was that baby? ” now with both hands free, lyle leaves one to play with your other nipple while the other teases your sopping entrance.

“ nng~ mating and bond-ing w- with pandora’ss~ creatures ” you rushed out, your empty cunt fluttering around nothing when his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves.

“ good girl. ” he replied, stretching the vowels, as he eased a finger into where you needed him the most. just as the air left your chest in a moan, you found yourself with lyle’s fingers pressing down on your tongue as he inserts another finger. immediately curling his fingers against the spongy patch inside you, he groaned into your clit, feeling your drool coat his fingers.

his fingers were relentless, abusing the spot inside you that made you see stars as you were filled with heat. a brush of his teeth against your clit sent you over the edge, your tummy tensing with the orgasm that ripped through you. once the waves of pleasure finished, he pulled his fingers out of your holes, licking them clean before shedding his own clothing.

the sight of him had your eyes bulging out of your head. this was going to be a long tutoring session.

tags -> @poisonousrain444 , @luvv4j4ybe11

#recom lyle wainfleet #lyle x reader #recom lyle x reader #corporal lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet x reader #avatar lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet smut #. character // lyle wainfleet

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timetravellingshinigami · 1 year

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Y/N: *at spider* You don't "take a run" at a woman. You woo her. You make her feel special.

Lyle: *walks in* Hey hon take a look at this! It's a picture of my butt 😃

Y/N:*looking back at spider* And then when you get her, you can tell her whatever you want.

#modern family quotes #avatar twow incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #avatar incorrect quotes #lyle Wainfleet #lyle wainfleet x reader #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar recoms #z dog #miles quaritch #prager #recom lopez #sean fike

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adoreeenina · 2 months

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Avatar Incorrect Quote

*playing twister*

Lyle: Right hand red.

Miles: *ends up on top of Y/N*

Y/n: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Lyle: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

#recom lyle wainfleet #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #polyamarous #lyle wainfleet x reader #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch #avatar lyle wainfleet #recom lyle #lyle wainfleet

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vinciwolf · 1 year

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Calling Them Daddy

Recom Miles Quaritch x (fem) reader/Recom Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) reader

Warnings: SMUT, piv, female reader, riding, daddy kink, roughness

Notes: Here’s a small drabble until I get “Morning Bean” published. I have to tie up the ending and proofread, so it should be published in a few days!

~ Miles Quaritch ~

The first time you said the name was when Quaritch was pounding you from behind, girthy head hitting you hard against your sweet spot.

Face lined with sweat, the Colonel's abs flexed hard, rippling to the exertion he put into slamming his hips again and again just to get that ringing, pitched voice of yours to never stop its song as you spewed your slick along his huge cock.

The burn drove your mind wild, fisting the sheets as your whines carried over the walls and likely into the hallways for everyone to hear, only worsening the thrill that shot through your core when you knew the Colonel loved making sure everyone knew you were his.

You didn't mean for it to slip out. Your mind was so helplessly drunk on the way his cock, stretching you out, tucked its entire girth away with every thrust curving just right, to the volume of hot cum ejecting from your stuffed hole, that your tongue spoke for itself and whimpered amidst Miles’ grunts and snarls.

“Hnnnggg, oh daddy~!”

Quaritch's hips came to a standstill immediately, all attention going to what just passed his ears, even questioning if he heard right, only to start whacking his hips against your ass cheeks once more with a fervent blaze in his eyes, pupils blown out and dark.

"Yeah? You like daddy's cock?" He growled between split lips upturned into a wicked smile, fangs peeking forward.

You mewled and nodded, only making the cock inside you ram faster.

~ Lyle Wainfleet ~

It was during the post-work glow from pumping iron at the gym, bodies in the aftermath of burning energy, that had you saying the word.

Lyle was flat on the bed while you rode him, fingers gripping the tender flesh of your thighs, not embarrassed in the slightest letting out the loudest, dirtiest groans of pleasure that even the walls would probably get pregnant from hearing.

But who could blame him? His long cock glided effortlessly bouncing to and from the back end of your pussy, jutting his warmth through your walls that had your cheeks deepening in color, skin glistening with a soft luster of sweat. The way you sucked him in and clenched around his length made the world seem to spin on a swivel. All he could focus on was how smooth and wet you slipped around him like a glove.

You were so good to him and so goddamn beautiful as he watched your hole take him with every pass of your slit along his shaft, breasts jiggling to your body hustling up and down, face contorted to the mirrored high he was feeling.

Then there was a pitiful coo, faint enough to be almost lost to the ears by the Corporal's exuberant vocals.

"Mmph, hhmmmph, so good daddy~"

The air stilled and the enthusiasm from the Recom faded, making you stop in worry that you'd done something wrong.

Then your world was suddenly turned over as you were shoved back first into the mattress, legs swinging to the frenzied movements of Lyle's hips now rutting into your cunt from on top.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" you cried, hands squeezing the Corporal's shoulder blades.

"Yeah, lemme hear it~ Let daddy take care of you this time~"

Tags: @thegrandimperfection @blue-bluee @mileswifefr @deliwrites @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @avatar-lover @justasimps-blog @mechformers @whereireid @whxre-bxby @miscellaneousfantasies

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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𝒫𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓍 𝓌/ 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝓎𝓁𝑒

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!recom!reader x Lyle Wainfleet

Warnings: SMUT, phone sex (duh), dirty talk, fingering, voyeurism maybe since someone is listening to two people doing stuff

Summary: you hadn’t seen your lover in over a week now, and when you finally get to speak to him on the phone things quickly become heated. That wouldn’t be that odd, if it wasn’t for his friend being in the same room, especially when he starts lending a hand.

A/N: I dedicate this one to the amazing @nin3kyuu because she put the phone sex idea out there 👁️��️

Music booms from the gym’s stereos as the Recoms work hard to maintain their physique, fangs flashing as they lift weights. It’s not needed as much now that they are Avatars, but old habits die hard, and their fingers itch to stay in action. You, Lyle, Z-dog, and Mansk are currently still going at it, the last two challenging each other to bench more and more weight, yelling every time they manage to raise the ridiculously heavy bar into the air.

You throw punches at Lyle, the loud sound of your gloves hitting leather resounding every time you hit the boxing pads covering his hands.

“That’s it, come on!” he encourages with a grin.

As a field medic you were a bit softer than them, but your new body allowed you to push limits you never thought possible.

“Low!” you shout and Lyle follows, squatting as he holds the pads out sturdily.

You kick against them with a huff and he nods in approval at the sheer force of the blow. Working out is a nice distraction from the fact that you haven’t seen your lover in a week, Quaritch having gone out on a mission with Lopez and Ja. It made you feel antsy, rarely having been gone from his side ever since the two of you woke up.

When you glance at Lyle’s face, he winks, boldly staring up at your lean form. He has never hid his attraction to you, gaze wandering and tone flirty when he found the opportunity. You look like an absolute snack to him at the moment, your hair pulled back into a singular braid and your body clad in tight gym clothing, exposing your gleaning legs and midriff.

A smirk crosses your face, flattered by his affections. “Pay attention corporal or you might find yourself with a bloody lip.”

His tongue swipes out over his bottom lip. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Your long braid swings as you continue your workout with a chuckle, Z-dog groaning somewhere in the background as she almost crushes herself with weights.

After a few more minutes, Lyle’s ears suddenly twitch up and he gestures for you to stop, quickly pulling the pads off of his hands. You cock your head to the side as you watch him fish his phone out of his pants pocket, having managed to hear it ring over the loud music and shouting.

“Yhellow,” he says as he accepts the call.

You cock your head to the side as you listen, trying to catch who’s on the other end. As soon as the voice speaks both you and Lyle smile.

“Oh colonel!”

You practically tear the boxing gloves off of your hands as you move closer to Lyle, your golden eyes twinkling in excitement. Quaritch must be trying to explain something on the other end because Lyle squints as he struggles to make sense of it, Z-dog chatter laughing and screaming at Mansk as the bar finally falls down onto his chest, the Recom unable to lift it any longer.

“Okay- okay hold on, can’t hear shit here,” Lyle mumbles.

Your ears fold back in disappointment as he walks towards the door. You want to talk to Quaritch too! The damn man hasn’t called you at all so far.

With quick steps you follow Lyle out of the gym and back to his room, your colleague humming and nodding in acknowledgment to whatever is being said to him. He rolls his eyes when you slip in behind him before he can close the door but says nothing about it.

You sit down on his bed, tail impatiently tapping down on it as you watch him. From what you hear Quaritch is reporting back to him how the mission has gone so far, counting on Lyle to make the report he sent in sound better to general Ardmore than it does on paper.

“Yup, yeah, got it,” Lyle assures him before glancing over at you. “Yeah she’s here actually, we were working out-“

As soon as Quaritch drops your name you jump up, almost snatching the phone out of Lyle’s hand. “I want to talk to him.”

Lyle looks amused at your reaction and chuckles as he allows you to take the phone. “Alright then.”

You can’t hide your excitement as you greet Quaritch, the other end silent for a moment before you finally hear his voice.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

You grin as you turn away slightly from Lyle. “How come you haven’t called me yet, huh?”

Quaritch chuckles, his voice sounding even lower through the phone. “Not the best connection out here. You know I would’ve called you days ago otherwise.”

“Hhmm… alright,” you say, attempting to hide how pleased you truly are. It’s crazy how giddy just his voice makes you.

“So you were working out?” he asks and you glance briefly towards Lyle as you reply a quick yeah.

“Ain’t it a bit late to be doing that?”

“Probably,” you answer, the evening having already passed and most sane people having chosen to seek out their beds. You bite your lip. “I just have to tire myself out some other way now you’re not here. Can’t sleep otherwise.”

It goes silent before you hear him exhale with a slight groan. “Is that so?”

You were well aware of the implication you had just dropped, but played it off innocently. “Yeah, I miss you.”

“I miss you too, sweetheart,” he says and you hear rustling on the other side as he readjusts his position. “Do you feel tired enough now?”

You shake your head unconsciously as if Miles can see you. “No, not at all.”

“Hhmm,” he hums before the tone of his voice shifts. “Need to get fucked first, don’t you?”

You gasp and turn your back completely on Lyle, taking some steps away from him. Some thinly veiled teasing was one thing, but this? It caught you off guard.

Miles chuckles at the scandalized little sound you made. “Don’t act coy now, sweetheart, we both know you wanted to rile me up. Now I can’t stop thinking about stuffing that pretty pussy of yours until you pass out.”

“Miles!” you hiss quietly. “He will hear, I-”.

“-he won’t,” Miles lies. “Just focus on me. Do you hear my zipper?”

You do, the sound followed by more rustling. “Y-yes.”

“That’s because I just took my cock out. It’s all nice and hard for you just from hearing you say you miss me,” he groans to punctuate his statement and your core clenches around nothing at the sound. “Can’t wait to feel your lips around it again.”

Fuck. You could practically hear the smug grin in his voice, so smooth and beckoning you in to go along with this. You don’t even dare to glance towards Lyle to check if he has caught on, standing in the corner of his room with the phone tightly pressed to your ear.

“I want that too,” you reply shyly, your cheeks feeling heated at just those four words.

More groans fall from Miles’s lips on the other end. “Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that. Tell me, were you wearing that tiny top of yours to the gym, huh?”

You look down at your sports top. “Yeah, that purple one you like.”

Apparently that was the right answer, your lover gasping slightly as he strokes himself to the thought.

“Perfect,” he breathes out heavily. “Your tits look so good in that one. Want to cum all over them again.”

You can feel your arousal growing with every dirty word that leaves his mouth, rubbing your legs together just a bit.

“I wish I had you with me right now, feel so empty,” you whisper and bite at your lip to prevent yourself from making any other sounds.

You swear you can hear some wet noises in the background as Miles jerks off, his voice strained with lust. “I know, baby, you need someone to take care of that eager little cunt for you, don’t you? Dirty girl.”

A whimper slips past your lips despite your best efforts.

He chuckles breathlessly. “Well, tell me.”

You curl even more into yourself with the phone as you continue trying to hide what’s going on. “I- I do. It doesn’t feel the same when I do it myself, doesn’t feel as good.”

“Hhmm,” he groans in acknowledgment, a few more wet slaps being heard before he falls silent. He gathers his breath. “Get Lyle back on the phone.”

Your eyes snap open wide. “Huh?!”

“You heard me, get Lyle back on the phone sweetheart, now, and don’t you dare leave,” he orders, sending your mind racing.

Was he going to give Lyle some excuse so you could borrow his phone and scatter off to your room? Was he going to just say bye and pretend nothing happened? Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you slowly turn around to face Lyle. His big eyes travel over your body with a clear hunger, the bulge in his sports pants practically unmissable. Oh, he heard everything alright.

You don’t say a word as you hand him the phone, considering disobeying Quaritch and running off to go hide while you can. But you just can’t. You are loyal to him to the highest degree, and so you sit down on the bed as you try not to inwardly scream. You don’t even want to listen to whatever Miles is saying on the other end of the call, zoning out till Lyle speaks up.

“Alright, you’re the boss.”

When you glance up at him, he approaches you with a smirk and hands you back the phone. For a moment you think that Miles truly has given him some excuse, but things were never that simple around here.

As soon as you say hey, Miles shocks you with his words.

“Take off your pants and underwear.”

You swallow as your eyes dart from an eager Lyle back down to your lap. “I’m sorry?”

“You are hearing that right, sweetheart. Take it off and get on the bed, I’m making sure you’re well taken care of,” Quaritch purrs. “Nothing crazy, you’re still mine, but I wouldn’t want you to overwork those pretty little fingers of yours trying to get yourself off.”

Your heart almost jumps out of your throat and your heat rises at the prospect. You would be a liar if you said your mind had never gone there, with Lyle’s affections always having been so clear, but you had never thought Miles would allow something like that.

“You mean, he’s going to-“ you start before your sentence trails off together with your courage, biting at your lip.

“Finger you? Yes,” Quaritch helps you out with a chuckle. “I’ll be telling him what to do. All that is asked of you is to lay back against him and listen to my voice. Listen to me stroke my cock to the sound of your pussy getting fingered.”

How could you ever say no to this man? His words are like honey to you, irresistible and sweet. You look up at Lyle who now has one hand on his crotch, palming his erection through his pants to relieve some pressure.

You swallow, sweet tingles running towards your core at the sight. “Alright.”

Miles releases a shaky breath on the other end. “Good girl. Now, put me on speaker and undress yourself.”

Your legs feel shaky with excitement as you stand up, Lyle watching you with a victorious smirk. You put Miles on speaker and lay the phone down on the bed, his soft pants instantly pouring through it. You keep your back to Lyle as you undress your bottoms, a sharp inhale being heard from the man when you slide your panties down. His hand strokes over your ass when you’ve stepped out of your clothing. Never in a million years had he thought he would actually get to see this.

“Get on the bed, Lyle,” Miles groans, somehow sensing that he’s stalling.

Lyle’s hand squeezes your ass before he obeys with a wink, still clothed as he sits down in his bunk. His legs are apart and he pulls you to sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. You squirm in need as you feel his hot breath fan against the back of your ear, whimpering softly.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” Miles orders.

Lyle reaches over to lay the phone between your parted legs, smirking as your gaze meets his. “We’re in position now, she’s on my lap.”

“Good,” Miles inhales deeply. “Get your hand under her shirt and play with her nipples.”

Lyle’s hand is quick to find your exposed waist, sliding his big hand up till it delves under the elastic of your sports top. Your nipples are already hard, pleasant little shivers running down your body at every press of his body against yours. His bulge rubs against your back as his fingers find your nipples, moans slipping from your lips when he teasingly rubs over them.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Miles encourages you, lightly grinding his teeth as he tries not to be too loud while stroking his cock. “Moan for me. Say my name.”

You fulfill his wish as Lyle pinches your nipples, crying out. “Miles!”

Your lust filled mind has no time to waste on wondering if Lyle minded you calling out another man’s name while he touches you, but judging from the desperate grinding into your back you shouldn’t be too worried.

“Miles,” you mewl again as Lyle continues rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers, pressing a kiss against the shell of your ear. “Feels so good. Need your cock so bad.”

Your lover groans on the other end of the call. God you really do wish he was here to fuck you.

“Want me to stretch that cunt of yours out, huh? Pull you onto my fat cock till you can do nothing but scream?”

A stream of yeses leaves your mouth as Lyle’s fingers continue building your arousal up, feeling your own wetness starting to drip from your cunt. He groans and bites lightly into your ear as your moans work him up even more. Your tail wraps eagerly around one of his thighs.

“Please, please touch me,” you say, the words both meant for Quaritch and Lyle, making eye contact with the latter. “I need to feel it inside me.”

Lyle thinks he might have a heart attack as you look at him so sweetly, your delicious lips parted as you pant. If the colonel wouldn’t make sure to kill him for good, he would’ve risked bending you over and taking you then and there.

Slick sounds come from the phone as Miles grunts his approval. “Do as she asks, but don’t put your fingers in yet. I want to hear how wet that pussy is for me when you rub it.”

You watch as one of Lyle’s hands leaves your breasts, traveling down your body slowly till it’s cupping your mound. Fuck, if there’s one thing you love about these Avatar bodies it’s the sheer size of them, even at your own staggering height Lyle’s hand covers your whole cunt.

Slowly, he rubs two fingers through your folds, parting them and groaning as the wetness between them slickens his fingers. With the phone laying between your legs Miles can hear every little wet noise produced from the movements. You know it always gets him going to hear the effect he has on you, and so you make sure to confirm it verbally as well.

“I’m so wet for you, Miles,” you purr, grabbing onto one of Lyle’s arms for support as he starts rubbing you more eagerly. “Want you to stretch me out.”

You moan and buck your hips forward as his fingers ghost over your clit, eager to have more friction there. Miles’s breath stutters as you hear him fuck hard into his own fist, enjoying the show more than he ever thought possible.

“That’s my girl,” he says and a smile pulls at your lips. “Give corporal Wainfleet a kiss and I’m sure he’ll reward you.”

You turn your head to the side, lust-filled eyes looking at Lyle expectantly before he leans in. His mouth is hot and eager on yours, his tongue instantly slipping past your lips. This might be his only chance at this, and so he intends to enjoy it to the fullest.

His fingers find your clit and you moan into his mouth as he rubs tight circles over it. It feels so good, your legs squirming from the pleasure that every stroke brings forth. He enjoys kissing you for a moment longer before pulling back, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips and a purplish blush dusting your cheeks. It’s enough to almost make him cum in his pants.

You lean your head against Lyle’s shoulders as he pleasures you, moans and tiny cries of Miles’s name leaving your mouth.

“Feels so good,” you pant, the sweet familiar tension in your abdomen rising. “I’m getting close.”

“Put -fuckk- put your fingers inside her,” Miles orders, his voice shaky and muffled groans interrupted his sentence.

Lyle more than happily obliges, making you groan in disappointment when his fingers abandon your clit to drift lower. Your mood doesn’t last long, back arching when the corporal slides two of his fingers into you. They’re not as thick as Miles’s, but they are longer, making you see stars when he curls them deep inside you.

“M-miles,” you whimper, your grip on Lyle’s arm tightening. You want to hear Miles’s voice, want to hear him say how well you are doing.

Your pussy squelches as Lyle thrusts his fingers into you, not holding back at all now that he got the greenlight. His strokes are fast but deliberate, seeking out whichever spot makes you writhe against him the hardest.

“Tell me how many fingers you are taking, sweetheart,” Miles chokes out through the phone.

“T-two,” you answer, almost having to glance down for confirmation but finding your position to be too comfortable.

Lyle still nibbles and kisses at your twitching ear now and then, his fangs scraping past the sensitive flesh teasingly, his own breathing rapid.

Miles tsks at your answer. “Only two for a slut like you? Nah. Put another in her Corporal, she can take it.”

Your friend obeys and your eyes snap closed in pleasure as another finger slides into your hot cunt, your walls stretching deliciously around him.

“Yeahhh, that’s it,” Miles lets out a drawn out groan. “Can hear you fucking taking it.”

You had completely forgotten about the hand still on your breast until Lyle pinches your nipple, the sensation making you clench around him. Your brain can barely form a thought anymore as he fingerfucks you, panting wildly as you feel that same tension from earlier rebuilding.

After a few more strokes of his fingers your cries get even louder, peaking both of the men’s interest.

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum,” Miles tells you, judging from the way he sounds not far behind you.

You are quite the sight to Lyle as your body trembles under his touch, his own cock now so hard it’s almost painful. He rubs it against your back more eagerly, pushing you back against him with the hand on your chest. Something about the added lewdness of getting grinded on by a man while your boyfriend’s moans pour from the phone sets you over the edge, screaming it out to Miles as your walls spasm around Lyle’s fingers.

“That’s it, good girl. Did so well, sweetheart.”

You barely register Miles’s voice as your orgasm washes over you, Lyle’s fingers continuing to stroke that sweet spot inside you throughout it.

“Just a little more, -aahh- need to cum too. Want you to tell me what I should do to you when I’m back,” Miles’s speech sounds slurred as he approaches his orgasm.

It’s hard to string any words together as Lyle continues fucking you on his fingers, your cunt still throbbing from your orgasm, but you manage to let your thoughts flow freely. “Want you to pin me against the wall -ah!- and fuck me from behind. Want you to take me till I’m sore and filled with your cum! -Fuck, ahh- Please, Miles!”

That’s enough for him, groaning loudly into the phone as he spills his release into his own hand, imagining it's your tight heat instead. “F-fuck, sweetheart.”

The speed of Lyle’s fingers wind down until he’s still inside you, more sloppy kisses pressed against the back of your ear and the side of your face as you pant.

Miles has to gather himself for a moment, taking deep breaths before he speaks again. “A-alright, take them out.”

You whimper as Lyle’s fingers leave your cunt, almost a little disappointed that this is where it ends. When he moves them past you you see how much of your arousal is coating his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to mind, sticking them into his mouth without hesitation. He groans as he licks them clean.

The only thing that manages to rip your eyes away from the sight is Miles’s voice as he calls your name.

“Yes?”

“Unless he is neutered, I’m guessing our friend there has found himself in a real pickle right about now,” Miles says, his cocky smile recognizable in his voice.

You lean forward slightly and look back at Lyle, eyes traveling over his body until you reach the bulge in his pants. The material is about as stretched as it could be, a small wet patch staining where the head of his cock is pressed up against it. “Quite.”

Miles chuckles breathily through the phone. “Relieve him, but just with your hands. Don’t want your mouth to go anywhere near him except if it’s for a kiss.”

Lyle’s eyes go wide as you grab the phone, a wicked smile playing at your lips as you fully turn around to face him. You inch closer till your lips touch his, the way you kiss him in such a teasing, soft manner making him groan low in his throat. You hold the phone next to your face, giggling.

“Yes, sir.”

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