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poisonousrain222 · 11 months ago
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still not over this scene. like. that should’ve been me
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whxre-bxby · 2 years ago
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Fluffy Lyle Wainfleet Art
@tigermoon3 thank you for the idea💕✨
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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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tsukioreo · 2 years ago
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Lyle
Would be lying to say I am not a bit proud on this one, black and white is just TOO MUCH fun, feeling some improvement lately !
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the-blu-of-the-robo · 1 year ago
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Lyle Wainfleet
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nova-artifex · 8 days ago
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Also posting this here ✨
I had a cursed thought of drawing my recom OC sage and Lyle together…
I call it Brokeback avatar ✨
Hope you like it 💕
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ohmymichi · 1 year ago
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Render and lineart practice with Lyle Wainfleet
Notes: I thought drawing Lyle would be fun and a good rendering challenge, I had a little panic because I underestimated him (his facial features were difficult for me, even using exact references), but I don't regret it. 😂
I also have some other lineart of my babygirl Quaritch in progress, I hope to show them to you soon.
My mood last week:
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ihrturmom · 1 year ago
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avatar atwow - part twelve
this series will never end. i refuse. anyways how are you all doing tonight
masterlist
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darika-chan · 2 years ago
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I love his cutie ears (it always gives out his true emotions)
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sad-endings-suck · 2 years ago
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Spider: So the ikran must also choose you. You will know if the ikran tries to kill— what are you doing?
The Recoms: *Who just picked their ikrans based on how pretty and cool they looked* come again?
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cherryfrompandora · 1 year ago
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I’m late on school projects and I almost lost all my work since last year (thank God my computer is retreiving it) so I doodled the bald man
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poisonousrain222 · 1 year ago
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uhmm lyle with this hat??
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whxre-bxby · 2 years ago
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Im just saying a hate fucking fic where Lyle is jealous that Quaritch is always giving the reader all the attention when he is supposed to be his right hand man wouldn’t be terrible 😏
Wouldn't be terrible at all ( I had to write this, thank you!)
Hate-Fucking with Lyle Wainfleet
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Recom Lyle x Recom f. Y/N
Masterlist
Summary: (can be seen in the ask)
WARNINGS: SMUT / NSFW, fighting, swearing, degrading, violence, force, hurt/comfort, spanking, penetration, man-handling
Word Count: 6480
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Quaritch stood next to the helicopter with a tablet in his hand. He was flicking through it and then pulled out a paper from his pocket. 
All the recom’s including me were geared up and waiting for orders. 
“Y/N.” Quaritch said and my gaze shot up. “Put these coordinates in.”
“Yes, sir.” I nod, walking over to him and standing next to the Colonel who hands me the tablet. I start clicking from tab to tab and he holds out the paper with all the information. Once I finish I hand it back to him and he gives me a firm yet appreciative nod. I move to the side again, stilling my movements and holding my weapon. 
What I don’t notice is the pair of eyes burning into my skin. They belong to Lyle and he’s seething with jealousy. He was a Corporal and had recently been promoted to Lieutenant for his loyalty to the RDA. Meaning, he was the next highest rank after the Colonel. Which also meant he was meant to be Quaritch’s number two or his so-called right-hand man. 
But for whatever reason, the Colonel seemed to take a liking in you and it annoyed Lyle. A hatred for you was building up in him, even though you hadn’t ever done anything directly to harm him. He knew he was in the wrong for this because you were a nice person but he couldn’t even bring himself to say that about you. 
This wasn’t the first time you had been asked to do something he should have. 
Another time when we were out on a mission, Quaritch needed to send the helicopter our location and additional files of data we collected. Once again, the technology seemed to overwhelm him. He also happened to be tired after the long day in the forest, so without hesitation, he called you to him. 
Quaritch knew he could rely on you and he had great trust in you. 
While you helped him out on the screen he grinned at a few of his soldiers. 
“Good te’ have some young flesh with us.” he chuckled and a few soldiers grinned in response to his comment. I smiled, returning the screen to him after I was done. He liked to joke about how younger generations like myself were more technologically competent. 
Once again, Lyle was pissed off. His ears were strained back and his arms folded as he glared at you while you continued a conversation with one of the soldiers. 
It was true. I was younger than all of them. I was also the last to join the Deja Blu team. While we were all physically the same age now because our avatars were in their twenties, I was roughly that old when I died while the Colonel was over 50 and Lyle had almost reached 40. There was a significant mental age gap between Lyle and me but it wasn’t even noticeable. I subconsciously adapted my behaviour to the others and so did he, which balanced everything out. 
Currently, I was in one of our meeting rooms with Quaritch. The General was there and he was talking to her about the mission. I stood next to the Colonel just as a backup and also to help him beam up the pictures we took of old retrieved machinery in the forest. 
Lyle walked by, glancing through the huge glass windows and stopping in his tracks when he saw the layout of the scene in the room. He growled when he saw you standing next to your superior. Actually, his superior and your double-superior if that made sense. Lyle was also your superior so technically he could order you to do things when the Colonel wasn’t there. 
He was definitely going to take advantage of his rank to get back at you.
Lyle walked inside while the General and Quaritch were talking. Their conversation was coming to an end and she told him to follow her to the aircraft runway to show him relevant equipment for the next mission. He wasn’t necessarily pleased about having to spend more time with her but he didn’t dare show it. He dismissed me, handing over the tablet he was holding to free his hands before following her to the door. The Colonel noticed Lyle and nodded towards him. The gesture was returned to Lyle. They had both gone and now it was just me, Lyle, and a few other humans doing scientific studies. 
I was taking notes of what the Colonel had told me to write down and felt another presence. Turning around I spot Lyle and smile. 
“Hey, don’t you have training?” I ask, putting the tablet down and turning to him. He didn’t smile back or even greet me which both confused and worried me. Lyle was always friendly. 
“What are you doin’ here?” he asked and his voice seemed to be deeper than usual. I don’t take my eyes off him as he approaches me. I just study his movements trying to sense out of his emotions. 
“The Colonel had a meeting, I helped take notes and-” I explain, giving him another friendly smile and motioning to the screen in front of me.
“Did he ask you?” Lyle’s tail swishes in irritation and the sign of body language makes my gently swaying tail freeze. Something is off and I can now tell he is not happy. Instantly, I’m worried I did something wrong even though I know I haven’t. 
“Uhm, I guess so.” I reply, not sure how else to answer. 
“You don’t know?” Lyle asks, his hard gaze meeting mine while his almost mocking tone undermines my words. I nervously look down, turning away from him. His presence suddenly seems so strong it intimidates me. 
“I don’t remember.” I say before turning to the tablet and picking it up. 
Lyle grits his teeth and in the next second his hand rips the tablet from mine. I stare up at him in shock at his rough actions.
“What are you doing?” I ask, not daring to take it back. 
“Stop doin’ my job.” he growls at me, staring me down for a good few seconds before turning to leave with the tablet. Lyle slams the door closed behind him, leaving me standing alone. I flinch at the loud noise, not moving and just processing what happened. 
I scan the room, looking at the humans who were already looking at me. Their curious eyes drank in the dramatic scene. I frown, pinning my ears to the side of my head and once they see I’ve spotted them they quickly turn away. 
Confusion and anger were pumping through my body as I huffed through my nostrils in annoyance before exiting the room. Lyle was already gone. 
That interaction put me in a bad mood and I most definitely expected an apology from him during our next encounter. 
The next day, during a briefing Quaritch was giving the recom’s, he received a phone call. He saw it was someone ranking close to the General and his eyes met mine. He curled his finger, beckoning me to him and without hesitation, I got up from my seat and approached him. 
“Notes.” he murmured before picking up the phone and I quickly unlocked mine, scrolling through files to find what he needed. Once I got it I handed him my phone and he gave me his usual appreciative nod before turning away and talking to the person on the phone. I stand patiently, waiting for him to finish so that I can get my phone back. 
All the recom’s are used to me being called up and when he turns away they use the time as a break and start talking. I intuitively scan the room before my eyes lock with Lyle’s. 
I freeze and my heart drops when I see that he’s staring me down again. He was sitting in the front row of the benches, leaning forwards on his arms which rested on his manspreading thighs. His glare made me stop chewing on my tongue and my ears were flattened back just like his. 
He seemed to notice how I didn’t look away this time and took note of my reacting attitude towards him. The Colonel returned and Lyle looked away. I continued to study him as I sat down, trying to think of an explanation for his behaviour. 
Did that count as taking his job away? But if so, what does he expect? I’m not going to ignore Quaritch’s orders. He asked me to do something, I’m going to do it. If Lyle has a problem with that, then I have a problem with Lyle. 
The next time I spoke to Lyle was when the recom team wasn’t being used for its deemed mission but for chores. With our height and strength, we were a great help and happened to often do a better job than the human soldiers. 
This time we were cleaning and repairing helicopters. There were 4 in total and Brown and I were in charge of one together.
Lyle was walking up and down the runway, keeping an eye on everything because Quaritch was busy. 
Brown knelt down, tightening the screw and pipes of the engine while I held a cloth in my hand and wiped away the grease and ashes. He gave me a thumbs-up and I nodded, trying to start the engine again but once again the helicopter died. Brown groaned in frustration and I chuckled, walking over to him to see what it looked like. 
“Shouldn’t that be screwed on here?” I ask, pointing it out to him. 
“Don’t know, this is how the other guy showed me te’ do it.” he replied, shrugging. I hum, examining the mess.
“Y/N, back to work!” I hear Lyle loudly call from behind us. Both of us turn around to face him and I frown when my eyes meet him. He’s standing with his arms crossed and tail swaying.
“I am working.” I say, leaning on the front of the aircraft and looking at him. 
“She’s helpin’ me out.” Brown said, looking up at Lyle. I smile, thankful for his helpful words. 
Lyle glares at me and I raise an eyebrow, challenging him to complain about me even more. 
“Wearin’ that?” he scoffs and I blink in silence, processing his nerve to even comment on my clothes. It was extremely warm in the garage for all aircraft, especially when we were working on their engines. 
So I had shorts and a sports bra on, instead of my usual tank top. Not a big deal. It wasn’t the first time either. 
“Yeah, you got a problem?” I ask, fully turning around to face him. Brown notices the tension and stands up. He wasn’t used to seeing me mad. 
“I do actually, yes.” Lyle answered, taking an intimidating step forward but it just makes me sneer at him. We’re staring each other down until Brown comes to my rescue. 
“She’s wearin’ more than me.” He says, making it sound like a light joke even though he is trying to scale down the situation. Brown was shirtless with just loose shorts on, so he wasn’t wrong. 
Lyle’s eyes flicker to him, finally breaking the tense and harsh eye contact and I softly sigh. 
“Get back to it then.” Wainfleet sternly says, turning away from us. I roll my eyes, turning back to the engine and Brown scans the two of us before kneeling down again. 
“What the hell was that?” he asked, glancing up at me before reaching for the screwdriver. 
“No idea. He’s been like this for the past few days.” I say with a sigh while my tail flicks in irritation. 
“I think he’s into you.” he chuckles and I wheeze. 
“Yeah, right. I’d rather die.” I say, realising I may not even mean that after I said it. Nonetheless, Brown didn’t need to know. 
“I’m serious, he’s been an ass like this once and that was when he was all over some girl.“ Brown adds and I think about it.
“Besides, look at you. I think he’s interested.”
I scoff at his comment, hitting the back of his head which makes him laugh as he readjusts his baseball cap. 
“He’s interested to kill me.” I say and Brown gives me a doubting look, wanting to reply but we’re interrupted. 
“Y/N!” I hear a distant call which makes me turn my attention away from the conversation. I turn around, vaguely noticing that Lyle was still standing behind us and was facing us. He too was looking in the direction the voice came from. 
Quaritch came out from around the corner, seeming rushed as he scanned the room for me. His eyes found me and his tense shoulders slumped in relief. 
“Y/N, sweet’eart. I need you for the meeting.” He called and I nodded. I was completely oblivious to the pet name and it flew right by me. It just so happened to hit Lyle like a brick to the face and Brown noticed it too. 
As I turn to leave I grin at Lyle who looks angry that I’m being called up instead of him. I chuck the dirty cloth at him. 
“You can clean now. I’m needed elsewhere.” I tease him, smiling at Brown who is fighting a grin before jogging to where the Colonel came from. 
Lyle was boiling with anger, gripping the cloth so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Pfft, ‘sweetheart’.” he mumbled in a mocking tone. 
The fact that Quaritch called for you pissed him off even more and he wasn’t sure whether he was jealous of you or him. It seems as though the Colonel and you have become close with all the time you spend working together, so you doing Lyle’s job. He didn’t know whether to be mad at you for taking it away from him or whether to be mad at the Colonel for wanting you instead of him. Somehow, he also felt angry that you allowed Quaritch to call you pet names like that. 
Lyle turned to Brown who avoided eye contact with him and started doing what I was before. 
“Didn’t know you were the jealous type.” Brown joked, glancing up at Lyle before taking cover behind the broken engine again. 
Lyle’s ears tipped back at his words. “What? No! I’m not.” he snarls, aggressively cleaning the side of the aircraft. Brown didn’t say anything else, not wanting to cause a commotion. 
“It’s just- she’s doin’ my job. Ya know? I’m the fuckin’ Lieutenant.” he huffs and Brown’s ears flick up. Lyle was talking to himself mostly, needing to let his frustration out. Brown preferred not to voice his opinion in fear of getting a beating. 
‘You were going to pay for this’ Lyle thought. 
The meeting Quaritch called me in for was similar to most others. It seemed as though the General needed to be re-informed of our mission every few days which was starting to annoy both Quaritch and me. 
Luckily it ended before either of us started giving Ardmore some attitude. 
She walked out of the room with her usual group of soldiers following her and the Colonel watched her leave with a stern look. Once the door closed behind them he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 
“That woman’s gettin’ on my nerves.” he subtly said and I grinned, shutting down the computer and turning off the beamer. I wanted to comment on her too but I knew better than that.
“Why does she need us doing this every few days?” I ask, putting the remote control back into a drawer before facing the Colonel. 
“Don’t think she trusts us.” Quaritch answers and I hum in reply. 
“Anyway, you’ve been a great help Y/N. You’re dismissed for the rest of the evenin’.” he said, flashing me a smile and I returned it. 
“Thank you, sir.” I say with a nod before walking out the door myself. There were a lot of thoughts going through my head at the moment so I had tunnel vision for the door of my room. I reached it, letting myself in and closing the door behind me, sighing in relief at the silence and privacy. 
What you hadn’t noticed was, of course, Lyle. He refused to finish cleaning the helicopter and was actually planning on just going to wash his hands but he stumbled across the room you were having this ‘meeting’ in and decided to hang around there instead. Since he was a recombinant, no one would question why he isn’t working so he leaned against the wall next to one of the windows in the room and waited. 
Once Ardmore left he turned around and looked inside, watching the interaction between the Colonel and you. You seemed to be having a pleasant conversation which put Lyle in a very non-pleasant mood. 
He saw you start to leave and his eyes flickered to his superior, noticing how the Colonel peered after you. 
Lyle’s ears automatically flattened back without him noticing. Of course, you were still wearing your skimpy outfit. 
He waited for you to see him because he was very close to the door but your eyes didn’t catch him. Instead, you walked away and probably to your room. 
Lyle huffed in annoyance, making sure the Colonel wouldn’t see him through the windows before following you down the long hallways. The third time he turned a corner he stopped and noticed you unlocking your door and walking inside. Now you were alone and he could scold you for all the shit you have done that’s pissed him off. 
He slowly walked up to your door, stopping in front of it before knocking harshly at the wood.
My tired eyes shot open and my ears perked at the noise. I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself off with a wet towel. Droplets of water were running down my neck and chest after I had just rubbed off some of the helicopter's grease. 
I sigh, holding on to the towel before walking to the door. 
I open it, expecting to see Z-Dog asking where I’ve been of Brown trying to figure out more about the drama. But no, to my surprise, Lyle is standing in front of me and once again he doesn’t look happy. 
I raise an eyebrow, wiping my cheek with the towel while waiting for him to say something. 
“You know you’re meant to greet your superiors.” he said and I was already sick of his presence. I groaned, dropping my head because I felt too tired to deal with him and his shit now.
“Hm, that’s odd. I don’t remember that.” I say, purposefully angering him. 
“You do.” 
“Well, maybe it doesn’t apply to me since I might be your superior soon.” I say, smiling slyly at him. 
Lyle growled and tried stepping in but I blocked his way. “Forget it, this is my space.” I snap and he grits his teeth. 
“Too bad, mandatory room inspection.” he says and I know he’s making it up. This was pathetic and immature.
“Yeah right.” I snort and he straightens his posture, peering down at me. 
“Do I have to remind you that I outrank you by two positions?” he said and my ears tip back. This wasn’t fair but he was right. I had to listen so I sighed, moving out of his way and he walks into my room. 
I stand by the open door, following him with my eyes. 
“Close it.” he orders and I stare for a few good seconds before complying. Yep, that’s it. I’m going to die in here on this good day.
I turn to face him while he stands in all his tall glory, frowning at me. 
Lyle’s eyes scan my body and I take note of that, watching how they linger on my chest. 
“Up here.” I say and I can see how he curses himself for having me catch him.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” he asks and his voice sounds strained which makes me think I might get a punch if I answer wrongly. 
“No? I’m doing my job.”
“My job.” he quickly corrects me, spitting his words which makes me feel salty. 
“I’m not going to disobey direct orders from the Colonel.” I hiss. 
“He’s only given’ ‘em to you ‘cause of how you look.” Lyle snarls at me and I’m taken aback by his words.
Now my hands are resting on my hips as I glare up at him. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say, clearly voicing my irritation through tone and body language. He shifts his weight onto one leg, looking up and swiping his thumb over his nose while he scoffs in disbelief. 
“He’s checkin’ you out. Don’t think he gives you orders because he thinks you’re competent.” 
My mouth drops open and I am very much offended. “He doesn’t fucking ‘check me out’.” I reply, staring daggers into this menace of a man. 
“I saw him look after you when you left the room just now.” he says and I stay quiet. I don’t know how to respond and I’m confused what we’re even arguing about. 
“Oh, don’t be all surprised now. Look at what you’re fuckin’ wearin’.” Lyle says motioning to my minimally dressed body and that’s all it takes for me to lose it. 
Without hesitation, I slap Lyle across the face and it clearly startles him. 
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” I spit my words at him, pointing my finger while he holds his cheek. “I wear this to training and it’s never been a big deal!” I shout and my noise level seems to bother him. He glances at the door before returning his fierce eyes to me. 
“Be quiet.” he mumbles but I shake my head. 
“You don’t even wear a shirt!” 
“Y/N- stop.”
“You know, maybe the Colonel just wants someone mature and professional for once.” I snarl and Lyle stops his movements. 
“What did you just say?” he asks, taking a step forwards. I stand my ground, not looking away. 
“You heard me. The shit you’re doing right now is close to crossing the line.” I snarl and he raises an eyebrow. “I can report you for-” 
My words are cut off when Lyle walks straight up to me and his right-hand wraps around my throat. I go to push him off me but he catches my wrist with his other hand. 
“You’re such a fuckin’ pain in my ass, you know that?” Lyle growls and I frown up at him, trying to desperately pull his hand from my neck but it doesn’t budge. 
“You’re such an asshole, get out of my-”
This time I’m interrupted by something I would have never expected and the action startles me so much that my heart stops beating for a second and I don’t move. 
Lyle pulls me to him with the help of the grip he has around my throat and crashes his lips against mine. He holds me in place and kisses me roughly and after a second I kiss back. Why I do that I have no idea but he’s gotten me so frustrated with everything I can’t think logically around him. 
The kiss turns into a heated make-out session and the hand he had wrapped around my throat was now tightly gripping the base of my queue on the back of my head. He tugged at it, making me tilt my head upwards to him. 
My hands roam up his torso, rearranging the tank top before I close them into fists around the cloth by his neck. He doesn’t pull away and I’m starting to pant every time I can. One of my hands retreats from the deafening grip I had on his shirt to his bicep and I dig my fingernails into his skin. I still hated him and quite frankly didn’t care if I hurt him. He seemed to feel the same because he growled and squeezed my queue in response, making me whimper. 
While some messed up part of me was into the whole thing, that pissed me off and I harshly pushed him in the chest. It broke the kiss and he took a step back to balance himself. 
My chest was heaving, mirroring his own while I breathed heavily. Lyle was watching me intently, still clearly enraged. Both our ears were pinned back flat against our heads, reminding the other of the hatred we felt for each other despite the attraction I refuse to bring up.
“This is why you’re so provoked by me?” I tease him, rolling my shoulders back. His tail furiously flicks behind him. 
“You’re into me and now you wanna get your dick wet?” I joke, trying to demean him. 
He steps forward again, this time harshly gripping my jaw and forcing me to meet his stern glare. 
“I’m not into you.” He snarls. “You just happen to be wearin’ the sluttiest thing they got.” 
“Aww, are you having a hard time controlling yourself?” I coo, trying to baby him and make fun of him before I can’t take his angry face seriously anymore. I break into light laughter and Lyle growls again. I feel the vibrations from his chest. He pushed me back and my back hit the wall with a thud, making my eyes close from the sudden impact. 
He was going to do what he needed to do but you didn’t deserve to get it on the bed. That would be too intimate so you’re getting it against a wall. 
I look up at him with wide eyes and am quick to realise that I am very much not in control of the events that will soon unfold. 
Lyle reaches behind his back, tugging his tank top over his head and discarding it on the ground before coming over to me. I don’t dare move and within seconds one of his hands caught my wrist, holding it above me and firmly pressed against the wall. I let out a faint gasp, following his movements and trying to wriggle it free but I fail.
Before I can try another miserable escape attempt, his other hand wraps around the strap of my sports bra and he tears it apart with ease. My breath catches in my throat and when he does the same to the other strap, a part of it recoils and slingshots back against my skin, making me flinch and cry out but Lyle couldn’t care less. 
He tears apart the remaining cloth until it’s no longer wrapped around my torso and he lets it fall to the floor. 
“You jerk, I liked that one.” I hiss at him, trying to catch his attention but Lyle’s head is elsewhere as he just stares at my now bare chest. 
“Yeah?” He asks and I know he’s about the belittle my petty words. 
“The Colonel did too. He’s never seein’ you in it again.”
I scoff. “Next time, I’ll go to him like this then.” 
I answer, motioning to my bare chest because I knew that would get under his skin. 
“You don’t know when to stop do ya?” he asks before his hand roughly fastens around the back of my neck and he turns me around. My chest and face are pressed against the wall while his other arm tugs my hips towards him, making me arch my back. 
Within seconds my shorts have been pulled down my legs and before I could complain, his large palm delivered a harsh spank to my ass. I flinched away from his touch, pushing up further against the wall while I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. 
“You’re in for it now.” he scowled and I snarled, pressing myself away from the wall and flicking him in the face with my tail. I wanted to turn around but he still held me by the neck and another skin-reddening spank landed on my ass. He gave me about 5 more, making them sting harder each time and I stopped struggling to get him to stop. 
“You deserve more than that, you’re just lucky I’m impatient today.” he said, pulling me back from the wall and spinning me around. 
I was going to get him back for making my ass sting so harshly. 
His hands wrapped around my waist and he hoisted me into the air. Being lifted from my feet distracted me enough to not deliver another slap to his face. 
He moved closer, resting me on his hips while my legs dangled on either side of him. Lyle looked distracted enough by the new position he put us in so I used this opportunity to harm him again. The fight was on and I wasn’t giving up. 
My fingers clawed at his shoulders and then I tried to choke him with both hands but when I looked up at him, he looked completely unfazed by my aggressive antics. 
Lyle’s hands were on my hips, and he was busy looking at my bare body which was shielded with just my panties at this point. He flexed his core abs and forced my hips to roll forwards while he pressed his up against mine. 
I gasped when I felt him grind himself against me and my hands automatically loosened, falling from his neck and resting on his chest. A bolt of electric excitement shot through me and I bit my lip, hating the pleasure I felt. 
He did it again and I tightly held onto his shoulders, pressing my lips together to suppress any noises that might fuel this bad idea. 
Lyle looked up at my face and smirked when he saw my struggle to keep quiet. He decided to just keep repeating his actions until my rebellious acts will finally give out. 
I had to occasionally close my eyes but once I felt his hardening dick twitch beneath me and press right against my clothed core, my sealed lips fell open and I moaned. 
Lyle’s ears perked forwards and his sly smirk turned into a shit-eating grin. 
“Ya feel good?” he asked me in a teasing manner. 
“Shut up.” I answer breathily, not having a snarky remark I can fire back. I was lucky because Lyle wasn’t able to withstand me that long. The teasing ended quickly.
His fingers curled around the side of my underwear and to my displeasure but not a surprise, he tore the cloth apart and it joined the pile on the floor. I was naked now in his hands and he exhaled shakily while his starved eyes drank in all they saw. 
His eyes widened when he noticed my tattoo. It was located above my pussy, close enough to always be covered by any panties I wore. The hand that threw away my panties came up to my lower abdomen and he traced his fingers down it. 
“Fuck- I never knew you had this.” he mumbled, unable to tear his eyes off of the teasing pattern decorating my skin. 
Now it’s my turn to evilly smirk at him. “You like it?” I ask, feigning innocence. 
He scoffs, still staring down at it. “If I knew you had this, I wouldn’t have been able to wait this long.” 
I grin before reaching between us and unbuckling his belt. 
Lyle was brought out of his trance of fantasies and stared down at my hands. 
“Look who’s all needy now.” he cooed, teasing me again and I huffed. 
“Shut up, you did this to me.” 
“Fuck yeah I did.” he replied, interpreting it rather as a compliment than an insult. 
His hands replaced mine and he pushed his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles with his underwear. 
I shudder, letting out a shaky breath as my eyes are met with his throbbing cock. The tip was glistening, already smeared with droplets of pre-cum while I watched the veins on the underside pulse. He was so much bigger than I could have possibly imagined and it looked so inviting. 
I wanted to touch him but Lyle was feeling too restless. 
“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk.” he said and I scoffed. 
“Yeah right, like you’d ever manage that.” 
I knew I could be underestimating him but we weren’t here to fucking make love. I was still mad at him for his behaviour. 
“Quit bein’ a bitch and I might be nice.” he snarled, readjusting me on him while his lust-blown eyes stared into mine. 
“Forget it, you started this.” I hiss and we’re back at the beginning again, arguing back and forth. 
The tension in his body rose and Lyle decided to change my mind with actions instead of words. He didn’t like his odds because he knew you had a big mouth and talking wasn’t his absolute strength. 
His hands held me up by the back of my thighs and he pulled his hips slightly back before moving forwards so that his tip was now pressing against my bare entrance. He had lifted me a little higher to achieve that and I bit my lip in anticipation. 
The pressure of his tip against me had my pussy throbbing and then his fingers came down and he started gliding one through my folds. 
I let my head fall back against the wall while I held onto his arms. He continued his actions, circling my clit and successfully not leaving a single area untouched. 
Lyle started slowly pushing into me while he gently applied pressure on my clit and I was slowly melting into his touch. The pleasure I felt made it easier for him to enter me and soon enough, Lyle was buried hilt-deep in me. 
He groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of my thighs to keep him steadied. “Shit… so tight.” 
“Lyle-” I gasp, relishing in the feeling of being filled by him. I glance down, noticing a faint bump in my belly which made my stomach twist with more excitement. 
Hearing his name did unspeakable things to the marine soldier and he drew his hips back before pushing in a little faster and steadier this time. 
I sighed, relaxing into him and once Lyle noticed I was taking him well he took things up a notch. His hips gliding back and forth turned into unwavering thrusts which sped up as we started to accept each other. Soon I was being shoved against the wall with each stroke and Lyle started rutting into me like this was the last time we would ever get this chance. 
I closed my legs around his waist to ensure I stay on him while we both started getting lost in the feeling of pleasure. My eyes were fluttering closed with occasional whimpers and moans being drawn from my lips. They spurred Lyle on and his head was dropped forward and next to mine. His grunts and pants filled my ears and I loved the noises he made. My stomach tightened each time he groaned in bliss and he felt it when my pussy hugged him tighter. 
We were both so frustrated and wound up from our arguments that we grew desperate for each other without knowing it. Finally, we were being relieved from all the tension and suspense and our senses were more responsive. Meaning, neither of us was going to last very long. 
“Holy shit-” I moan, gasping when the angle he uses to drill into me hits my sweet spot. “I’m so close.” 
Lyle growls into my ear, pressing his face into my neck and deeply inhaling my scent. It drove him feral and he couldn’t wait to cloak it with his musk. That way it would be made clear to the others, that you were his even without you knowing.
“Come on,” he whispered, encouraging me to cum. His words mixed with the next thrust absolutely crash me over the edge and my body trembles in euphoria. 
I moan, arching my back off the wall and holding on to him for dear life while my pussy clenches down on him. 
Lyle moans, knowing he will spill any second. 
My orgasm washes over me and my pussy is throbbing wildly as I regain my breath. 
He thrusts into me a few more times before quickly pulling out. In an instant, his hand closes into a fist around his shaft and he jerks himself until his cum sputters from his tip. 
“Fuckkk-” he curses, throwing his head back before quickly looking down at our bodies again. 
I watch with wide eyes as the thick ropes of white and almost luminescent cum paint my quivering pussy. He’s aiming for my tattoo and manages to almost fully cover it. 
Once he calms down I smile to myself, loving how a small and naughty tattoo like that can make him so weak. 
“Damn, this tat’ has you whipped.” I giggle, looking up at him. Lyle sighs, knowing I’m right. “ I’d say you like it more than me.”
“Fuck’s sake, all of you is so amazing.” he breathily answers, dropping his head into the crook of my neck again. He’s still floating in pleasure and his head isn’t fully back yet. 
I raise an eyebrow. “All of me?”
Lyle pulls away, smirking at me. “We need to work on your attitude a little but otherwise-” 
I pretend to be hurt and give him a light punch in the chest which makes him chuckle.
“My attitude is what got you laid, so play nice.” 
He laughs before gently placing me on the ground. Lyle picks up the ripped clothes which used to be one and cleaned me up. 
“I don’t know if you deserve ‘nice’. ” he replied and I rolled my eyes before walking over to my bed and picking up my large sleeping t-shirt. Lyle watched me not put it on and I smiled at him before leaving the room and going into the bathroom. 
“You not comin’ back outside?” he asked, meaning the base. 
“Nope. Our lovely Colonel dismissed me for the rest of the evening.” I call back to him. Lyle’s ears flick back for a brief moment. 
‘Of course, he fucking did that’ Lyle thought. He looked down at what used to be your bra and felt a sense of pride when he saw how torn it was. 
“Well, your bra’s done for so you ain’t gettin’ any more time off from him.” Lyle jokes. 
“Can’t hear you I’m showering!” I shout and Lyle stands still for a few moments, thinking. 
He glances at the door he came in through, contemplating whether he should get back to work. Then he looked towards you and saw you in the shower. 
Let’s just say that work can wait.
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tsukioreo · 2 years ago
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Lyle portrait
Had a blast, I like that soft look, it’s rare
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shredlad · 2 years ago
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Hi, I was wondering if you plan writing something nsfw with Lyle, because I absolutely adore your previous fics and I hope there will be more. Lov ya
Omg!! I'm so glad you liked it! Comments like these really boost my motivation! Thank you soo much, here you go! Love yaa too! :D
You grunted as you walked into your room tiredly. The only thing on your mind was to take off these tight pants you wore for collage and finally relax.
By your surprise, Lyle was there sitting on an office chair with his ankle resting on his knee, as if he expected you to come. He wore his usual outfit, a tanktop and marine cargo pants. His ears moved curiously as you entered the room.
"Hey." he said calmly and his pupils dialated a bit.
"Oh hey-" you said surprised by his presence.
"What brings you to my room?" you continued after a short pause while taking off your boots and unbuckling your belt.
"Took a peek at your sketchbook. That's some fine art right there." Lyle pointed at the sketch and nodded with his head.
"Oh my god no! Don't look at it!" You exclaimed and rushed towards him to take a sketchbook with your big boobs jumping up and down.
"Woah woah there! It's okay. I like it. You have a good understanding of anatomy." He chuckled as his gaze traveled from your chest up to your mouth and then eyes.
"Thanks- but ask me next time." You huffed and moved the sketchbook aside and proceeded to take off your tight and uncomfortable clothes. You turned your back to Lyle as you unbuttoned and took off your white blouse. He moved his head aside trying not to make you uncomfortable but he couldn't help but to shift his eyes to your back being revealed. Next was pants. With wide hips it was difficult to take them off and you struggled a bit wiggling your butt. He chuckled.
"Get over here."
"No I got it!" You murmured through your teeth.
He watched in silence for a bit but then he felt some urge inside of him that made him grunt and reach over with his big hand to pull you by your waist closer to him.
"I said. Get over here."
You felt his deep voice vibrate in your chest as his shadow casted over you. He stuck his thumbs between the pants and the skin of your hips and pulled down. You butt popped out longing to be free from your uncomfortable pants. Lyle's eyes widend at the sight. Your butt was so round and plump and your panties stuck between your buttcheeks. He stuck his finger under the panties and dragged it down pulling them out. You whimpered at his unexpected touch and the feeling of panties being pulled, separating from your skin.
"L-lyle?" You asked turning your head slightly behind.
He dragged it all the way down between your legs, feeling the wetness on his finger. Then he pulled on it a bit more so it snaps against your sensitive skin once he lets go of it. You yelped and started to walk away.
"No, no, no..."
He pulled you back growling and licked the finger that pulled onto your panties previously. He pressed his thumb onto your ass cheek and pulled it to the side. It was warm and squishy against his skin, he liked it very much. His leg slid down so that he supports himself with a knee. He pressed his head against your skin and you felt a wet tongue slide on it. He took your panties with his teeth and sucked on it, tasting your juices. Both of his hands were on your hips now, spreading your buttcheeks apart. He squished them and pulled them repeatedly. Then he went further and completely took off your panties and dragged his tongue over your ass crack. It made you squirm because the texture of his tongue on your sensitive skin felt good especially because no one really touches that area that often. He tried to reach your pussy but he couldn't fit his big head between your legs so he growled feeling irritated and took you by the waist sitting you down on the table. You kept your legs closed together feeling shy and the sheer ferocity and lust on Lyle's face scared you and turned you on at the same time. He was like a wild animal trying to get to his food.
"Oh, you're gonna want to open them."
He said sticking out his tongue that dripped with saliva over your thighs. He was like a hungry dog. Lyle cupped your ass that was sat on a table and started to lick your thighs with his ears flat pointing backwards. He started from outer parts towards the inner more thinner skin. It felt good and you leaned backwards until you quickly met the wall. He raised his head and began sucking on your tits. His rough tongue brushed over your nipple and the rush of feel good chemicals overwhelmed you. He took the other tit in his hand and played with it. Shortly after the pulled away with a strand of saliva connecting your nipple with his mouth to take a breath.
"Still no?"
He huffed and decided to go for it and try to slide one of his fingers between your legs. He licked it first for less friction and tried to locate your clit. Once he found it he began circling and moving it up and down. You noticed the tension on his face as he was getting impatient and that's exactly what you wanted. You wanted him angry and aggressive. He moved his head to your neck and breathed on it heavily. While digging his fingers into your waist with the other hand he planted wet kisses across your shoulder and then up your neck. You heard him sniffing your skin, probably sensing your parfume. The hand that was on your waist moved up to reach your hair. He pulled on it harshly and growled into your ear.
"Open your legs."
He demanded and kept your hair in his hand tightly. You didn't say anything and got more euphoric. Your pussy began soaking which allowed Lyle better movements with his finger.
"Spread them open so wide so that I suck the soul out of you."
He growled even more and tried to push his finger further.
"You're so undisciplined."
Lyle mentioned and leaned over closer to you so that his slutty waist is brushing against your knees. You could see his tail swinging impatiently behing his back, like a cat that can't reach a mouse. He kissed your neck and your jaw then your lips. The feeling built up inside of you with every kiss and every pull of your hair, with every stroke his finger made. You loved his breath against the thin skin of your neck.
"I said. open them!" He hissed and bit down on your neck. You moaned and finally spread them open for him. He felt the pressure of your thighs lower and he noticed you spread them. He released your hair and moved his hand to your jaw, cupping it along with your neck.
"What a good girl."
He said grinning and slapping gently on your cheek moving down. His tongue slid between both pairs for your lips and sucked on all the fluid that accumulated. He grabbed your hips and pulled them fiercely towards him for a better angle. You back was now bending awkwardly against the wall and you legs hanging down the table. You moved your feet to the edges of it for a better support while Lyle continued eating you up unbothered. He did feel you struggle with your back position at some point so he slid his hands up your lower back to support you. It felt much more comfortable now so you took his bald head in your hands and pet him. He slurped you up and then shoved his thick tongue inside you. You squealed surprised and scratched his head and his muscles flexed on his neck and back.
"Oh- yes!" You moaned and encouraged him to go deeper. Your eyes closed and head leaned backwards. He wiggled his tongue inside of you but he needed to go just a bit further. You huffed and moved your hips in circle trying to reach that sweet spot. Your legs moved over and around his neck suffocating him in your thighs, trying to push him in further. He opened his mouth wider and moved his head left and right. You felt his canines biting into your skin. It felt even better now and you were edging. His tongue could now reach that sweet spot and he stimulated it the best he could. A rush of orgasm overwhelmed you and you felt it ascending into your head. It was blissful and intense. Your thighs cramped and twitched in pleasure and cum sprayed into Lyles mouth. He cleaned you all up and pat your thighs a few times in satisfaction. You laid down on the table unable to stand until Lyle decided to carry you in his arms and lay you somewhere more comfortable.
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nashichiyo · 2 years ago
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Spider has insecurities? Yes
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silfernau · 2 years ago
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Lyle being fucking adorable just bc ♡
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No but him looking at Quaritch like that- hhrhrbdbbdrhg
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