Lyles Wedding Vows To Quaritch:

lyle’s wedding vows to quaritch:

there is a serious lack of fanfictions about them…

THESE ARE ACCURATE AS HELL

i kinda love how prager is headcanoned as such a loser 😭

Hell yes my memes are returning. Have at em.

uhmm… i uhh, fuck me– WHAT WHO SAID THAT??

he should’ve taken them gloves off more often bruh

GODDAMN THIS IS SO HOT

i love his idiot personality

HANKERIN'.

( lyle wainfleet x f!human scientist!reader)

lyle is tasked with being your guide through the jungles of pandora for the day. you collect quite a few samples!

cw: masturbation, whiny/needy lyle, begging, praising, oral f recieving, overstimulation, size difference

NSFW, 18+ ONLY TYSM <3

lyle didnt much look forward to going out and walking around to look at some damn trees for the day, but seeing as he had his orders, he'd figured it best to follow them. he'd rather be doing something more noticeable, working in the spotlight. but instead, he was tromping through the jungle after being dropped by a helicopter that stayed planted in place awaiting his return.

and yours. you waddled along close behind him, your pretty face encased by an exopack mask to keep your lungs pumping. your eyes darted every which way, soaking in the scenery. it was breathtaking, as usual. you'd only ventured out this far two times before, and those two times you were accompanied by your fellow scientists. but it seemed they were too busy for this trip, so it was just you.

and corporal lyle wainfleet. he was towering, huge compared to you. rough blue skin dancing with stripes and white freckles, hands big enough to cup your head as if it were merely a small basketball.

at any given moment, he could just kick you and send you home to your maker. but you knew better. he wouldn't do that. he may have not been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't *that* stupid. most the time. and a part of you believed he was secretly a softie.

"here." he halted his footsteps, allowing you to catch up to him. an assortment of different, oddly shaped plants sprouting about caught your attention. some odd name he couldn't care to remember. that much didn't matter to him. he was just here to escort your helpless ass to your pretty lil flowers. or whatever.

he nudged one with his boot, scoffing in boredom as you rambled on and collected your samples. your words flew right over his head, which he now had lifted in alert upon hearing what sounded like something that needed shooting.

a chattering struck the air, and lyle's ears tipped back in response. his muscled arms tensed as his attention snapped upwards towards the treetops, his rifle aimed and ready.

you turned to him, noticing how on edge he was. you knew he could see things you couldn't, but when the monkey-like creature in the branches made itself visible, you snorted at him. prolemuris. they were harmless.

"aww, dont shoot it!" you piped, swatting at the tip of his tail to really grab his attention. he jolted, turning to you with a faint hiss. "he won't hurt anything.. he's just-" you shrugged, "curious. checking us out."

"ugh.. but it's ugly." he sighed.

lyle's muscles relaxed, and he adopted a calm but attentive stance. he kept his rifle at the ready, but he had no plans to use it. not on that freaky ass monkey, anyway. though, in his opinion, it should be dead. anything that weird looking shouldn't exist-- but that would now include him, seeing as he was an alien now, too. kinda.

either way, he didn't want to distress you. he'd seen you around before. of course he'd noticed you. who hadn't? besides that sweet smile and that very innocent act you portrayed, lyle was a big fan of your ass, too. coming back to that, he couldn't refrain from taking a peek.

the cargo jeans you'd been issued were bulky on your short legs, but they hugged the swell of your ass snugly, showing off the shape beneath. and maybe he was getting carried away staring.

hell, he hadn't noticed he was until you turned to face him, catching his eyes. he tried to look away and play it off, but he knew he was caught.

you cocked a brow, tilting your head as you examined his guilty expression. this would be fun. "whatcha lookin' at?" you chirped, putting forth a playful facade as you cast doe eyes up at him.

lyle felt his heart skip a beat, his nose and ears heating up in embarrassment, though it wasn't very visibly obvious. the discomfort that came with blushing made him even more so flustered, and shifty. but then he remembered something. he was lyle wainfleet. what the hell was he doing, getting all bashful over some woman?

"your ass." he shot back, mustering a perverse smirk. his brows furrowed, and despite his lips being curved upwards, showing off the canines beneath, his eyes gave him away. he tried to make them steely, cold, hoping you couldn't see past it. but you could. he was panicking on the inside. and his tail was going wild.

"really now?" you slipped your backpack off to pack your samples away. it dropped to the floor with a soft thud, as you made sure to be careful with the precious cargo. you turned your back to face him, snickering faintly to yourself as you made a purposeful gesture of bending over right in front of him. your hips gave a small sway, which you played off as accidental, trying to act nonchalant about the situation. "not much to see."

lyle felt his jaw clench, and his pants grew tight. that view was heaven itself- no, he was sure it could get a *whole* lot better. if only those damn pants were out of his way.

"you play too much, buttercup." he stepped near you, "y'know, it *kinda* looks like you *want* me to keep lookin' at it. so i am. just stay like that." his tone was laced with that usual lyle snarkiness, a teasing ring he used frequently. but he couldn't deny that firmness behind it this time. he meant what he said.

"aww, you want me to bend over for you? you like my ass? that much?" you shot back at him, trying to imitate his cockiness. it worked.

you were so beautiful he didn't even want to argue with you.

he watched you wiggle your hips again, further ushering on the fact that you were fucking with him. but lyle could smell you. that sweet scent. he knew you were just as weak as he was in the moment. he never would have imagined *you* being so *dirty*. you seemed so sweet at work.

he felt the hot pit in his gut take over, his throat closing up a bit more with every hammer of his heart. "dammit.." he uttered under his breath, breathing in deeply through his nostrils. "are you fuckin' with me?"

"me? fucking with you? nah.. never." you clicked your tongue, standing up straight.

before you could even reach your full height again, he caught your upper arm, bending you right back over. his hold was tight, but warm.

"stop." he whispered, his breath trembling as he crouched to your level, placing his rifle aside so he could use both huge hands to clutch your hips in place in front of him.

your frame tensed at the contact, but you made no effort to move away or fight against him. he saw this as permission to push forward, and he slipped his hands around to your front.

his fingers caressed and massaged every muscle and indent in your skin, as they traveled over your abdomen and up your shirt. he retracted one hand, placing it instead around your knee to keep you planted. the one in your shirt clawed at the sports bra that hugged your chest.

lyle had no idea how you'd made him fold so easily. maybe it was your beauty, maybe he was more weak willed than he'd initially thought. or maybe he just hadn't relieved himself in too damn long. either way, it hurt, and despite being a pit next to a chihuahua, he felt at your mercy.

"please.." his voice was a hushed whisper, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he pressed on your chest. he straightened your posture, and though he was on his knees and you were standing, he still towered over you.

you felt his claws boring into your bra as he hugged you close to him, your back pressing into his abs. the bulge in his pants was now grinding feverishly into your lower back.

he whined pitifully, giving in and letting himself melt. he was so desperate, the heat boiled between his legs burning painfully as knots swelled in his gut.

"please what?" you asked back, your eyes wide circles and your cheeks burning. you, too, felt that overwhelming heat now.

"let me.." he gulped. "can i..?"

you paused. "i don't know if it'll work." you admitted quietly.

he sucked down his disappointment. he wanted to fuck you, but he knew he wouldnt be able to control himself if he did. and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you-- too bad.

"then let me taste you, baby.." he muttered against your hair, nuzzling against the strap of your mask that hugged it in place over your complexion. "smells so damn good.."

"what-- you.. you want to..?"

"yeah." he growled faintly, forcing your shirt up over your chest.

he spun you around, his mouth immediately finding the thin black fabric of your bra. his mouth engulfed your entire right breast, the size difference allowing the whole thing to fit in his mouth.

you felt like a doll in his hands. one he just wanted to play with as much as he pleased. he was aware that you were more than this, but at the moment he couldnt bring himself to care. and you weren't putting up a fight or telling him no.

so he kept going.

he suckled your chest through the tight garment, earning a small whine from your lips that made his heart burst. that was it. that was the end of the line. he couldn't take it anymore.

he pushed your bra up with your shirt, but left them on your body. in the case that something went wrong, you'd be able to tug them back down.

now free, lyle could see your hardened nipples, one already swollen due to his mouth. he took the opposite breast between his lips, greedily suctioning your nipple against his tongue. your hands found his ears, gripping them in an attempt to hold yourself steady.

"oh.. lyle.." you breathed, your jaw growing tight. he whimpered in reply, his hands finding the belt that was holding up your pants. he tugged it loose while still abusing your poor nipples with his mouth.

your pants fell around your ankles, revealing your soaked panties. he pulled back from your chest, lifting you up a bit so he could get a better look at your lower bits.

"fuck.. i cant.. i need to.." he pushed your back against a tree, pulling one pant leg off so he could properly spread your legs. his strong arms held you suspended in the air against the tree, the bark scratching at your back. but you didn't care.

he hiked up your knees, placing them on his shoulders. his lips peppered kisses along your thighs, leaving behind trails of drool. his mouth was watering like crazy, he had a feral look in his eye. almost as if any humanity he had, which was already a small amount, was gone. he looked, and felt, wild. driven by an insatiable hunger.

without any warning, his mouth engulfed the front of your panties, hungrily drinking the moisture that was already seeped into the cloth. he moaned against your mound, his eyes fluttering shut.

you gasped, your back arching off the tree. you clawed at his head with your nails, crying out. your noises were spurring him on further, and the danger that came with it all made him even more heated. in an odd way.

one hand slipped up to cradle your back, and he lowered you onto the grass. kneeling between your legs, he towered over you, drinking in the view.

your mask was slightly crooked, your bra and shirt hugging around your neck and revealing your bare chest. your pants hung onto one foot. you looked delicious. he needed you.

and there was only one thing left in his way: those damn underwear. as good as they looked on you, he needed them off. leaning down and drawing in a slow breath, he trailed kisses from the center of your chest, down to your lower abdomen. he stopped them there as he slowly tugged your panties down to your knees, and around your ankles.

he pulled back, sitting up to take in the view again. his palms cupped your small knees, pushing them apart.

"fuck.. thats a pretty pussy.." he gasped out, trapping his lip between his fangs. "look at you.." using one hand to hold your legs apart, he brought the other up to trace your slit.

you pushed your hips upwards to meet his touch, and he chuckled at your eagerness.

"damn, you're wet." he dipped his head down, slipping it between your legs. his breath was hot on your already burning heat, only making you squirm more in anticipation.

"whats wrong? huh?" he whispered, in that teasing tone. he wanted to make you *want* it. "you want me to help you cum, baby? hm?"

you nodded.

"cmon, you can do better than that." he kissed your inner thigh. "tell me."

"ugh-- yes!" you managed to push out, pouting pathetically down at him. "please."

"good girl.." he whispered, his tongue darting out to leave a swipe over your folds. "so damn good.." your taste made him melt, and he couldnt suppress a whimper of bliss.

you reached up to adjust your mask, whining out small pleads.

his tongue plunged inside you, catching you by surprise. but it was welcomed. "fuck yes." you managed between breathy moans.

the size difference showed clearly in this. his tongue was big. his hands were big, holding you in place. everything about him, was big.

his tongue worked its way into your tight hole, the thick muscle massaging your plush walls. he pushed it upwards, hitting that spot perfectly that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

moaning against your slick, he gulped down your sweet juices, thankful that you kept making more. his cheeks were burning, hot, his vision hazy. he squeezed his eyes shut, holding your hips in place as he continued to feast upon you like a starved man.

his tongue started to work your clit, making your small frame jolt and twitch as you ground into his mouth. you tried to keep yourself quiet, but it wasn't working very well.

"mmh, fuck, your pussy tastes so good.." he whined, his ears drooping as he dove back in.

your back arched as your climax washed over you, and when you were coming down from your high, you were shocked to see him still going.

"lyle!"

"mmhf.." his grip on your hips tightened as you involuntarily bucked them due to the overstimulation on your swollen bud, which he kept suckling.

"lyle, wait-!"

he paused, panting. his hips were now rocking as well, his cock straining against his pants as he humped the ground below him. he needed to cum. so bad. and he wouldn't be surprised if he did so in his pants, because he couldn't stop tasting you.

"im sorry.." he whimpered, burying his face back into your folds to slurp up more of your sweetness. "i need more.."

his tongue dived back inside you, and his hips bucked hard against the grass. he couldn't hold back a loud moan against your pussy, sending vibrations all the way to your core.

"oh my--" you started, but your whole body locked up before you could finish your sentence. and you came again. the pleasure was so immense that you couldn't speak, and your brain felt fuzzy. but it was so good.

and still, he didnt stop for several more minutes, completely and utterly taken by your sweet flavor.

"shit.." lyle cursed, lapping at your pussy once more before pulling up just enough to force his pants down. "fuck, fuck.." he cursed, his voice coming out in what sounded like a broken sob, but you knew it was just a result of his eagerness.

his face was covered in your juices, which he tried to clean up with his tongue as he pushed down his boxers. your eyes flew wide open as his cock sprung free.

"holy shit-" you were in utter shock at the size of it. you'd never seen anything like it. and you knew you couldn't take it. not yet anyway, if ever.

his ears pinned back further, his face dropping into a childish pout as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, starting to pump it hurriedly. "please.. please, i need to cum.." he begged.

he looked close to tears. like this whole ordeal had broken him. the lack of relief and the pain that came with it was too overwhelming. the pressure was too much.

he grabbed both of your ankles in one hand, getting an idea. he lifted your legs up together, holding them in the air and pushing your thighs together.

the corporal gritted his teeth as he watched your face, slowly pushing his cock between your thighs.

it glided over your sex, using your juices and the saliva he'd covered you in as a makeshift lube, allowing him to slide in and out between them easily.

it wasn't your pussy, but it still felt amazing. and his head lolled back as his mouth fell open. he kept your thighs pushed together firmly as he rocked his hips into them. he was slow at first, trying to be careful with your small frame.

but same as before, he couldn't control this. and before long, he was slamming into the underside of your thighs forcefully. using them, like his own personal toy.

"fuck.. yes, fuck, oh shit." he hissed out through his teeth, his claws digging into your skin.

his length pushed forward, and slid over your torso before pulling back again. and then in. in and out.

your small whimpers and occasional gasps made him go even faster, his movements growing steadily rougher. but you noticed he was growing more sloppy in his actions.

"i cant.. im gonna cum. i cant hold it anymore, i cant.." he whimpered, his voice quivering as his hips bucked even faster.

"i cant.. i cant.. im gonna cum. im gonna cum." he kept repeating, until he shoved forward one last time with a loud groan.

his cock twitched as he came, shooting ropes of white all over your upper body. some landed on your mask, blinding your view. but you could feel lyle lowering his head back down between your legs to taste your pussy just a bit more after he'd finished smothering you in his load.

it was clear he didnt want to stop, but he knew you couldnt take anymore. so he pulled his pants back up, and helped you to clean yourself and redress you properly.

he wiped his mouth, picking up his rifle as he watched you struggle to pull your boots back on.

"cmere." he muttered, bending down and pushing your footwear into place, strapping them for you before helping you to your feet. "can you, uh.. make it back?"

".. yeah." you nodded.

" .. well, let's get goin', sweet pea. they're waitin'." he clicked his tongue, still tasting you on it.

he couldn't get enough of your flavor. he craved more. and he was damn well gonna get it as soon as the two of you made it home.

"why dontcha sit in my lap and tell me aallll about it?" 😇

(finished it for you turds. enjoy. can be anyone you like-- yes, i will be making some in the future with 4 fingers, too.)