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Hunters trap (cayde-6 x female guardian)

so, another steamy adventure with everyone's favourite hunter. this one is a little shorter than the other but enjoy.

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warnings: outdoor sex, swearing, caydes dashing good looks

“WAI-!” Caydes words came too late as you took another step forward, you’re boot hit the dirt, a click sound triggers. In the blink of an eye, you and Cayde are hoisted together by a strand net that had been laid beneath the dirt, a trap lying in wait for unsuspecting guardians to blunder into. Thankfully their feet still found purchase on the floor however the tight netting meant little room for either guardian to move.

“Oops?” you wince, craning your neck to look at cayde sheepishly. Cayde was pressed up against you, his chest firm against your back, hips snuggly against your ass, a thought cayde was trying to keep at bay. The hunter vanguard simply sighs before looking for a way out. He manages to get a hand to his knife sheath but… it's empty, the glint of a blade a few meters away confirming his suspicions.

“Nice one, sweetheart” Cayde murmurs and he begins searching for another viable option other than having to send a SOS signal for something as trivial as a net.

“Wait, my boot knife!” you suddenly remember the blade you keep in your boot for emergencies just like this.

“Boot knife?”

“Yes…boot knife. What don’t you keep a knife hidden in your boot just in case?”

“Why would I need one in my boot? I have my hip sheath”

“Who has a knife right now?”

“touché”

You begin to wriggle around, trying to get your arms low enough to reach into your boot to grab your knife but the bindings were too tight, yet you persevere.

Suddenly a grunt behind you grabs your attention.

“Doll…you really need to stop before you create another issue” cayde warns, quietly.

“No, its fine, i-im almost there” you strain, your ass pushing harder against Caydes crotch, somehow not noticing the steadily growing hardness that fit snuggly between your cheeks.

“I-I mean it sweetheart you need to st- “

“Im so close just give me- “

“Doll” cayde growls, hands moving to your hips, fingers gripping you tightly. Its at this point a squeak escapes your lips and you finally feel the ‘issue’ cayde had warned you about.

“o-oh was…was that me?”

“Yes…now you’re going to help solve this ‘issue’. Understood?” he mumbles into your ear, giving you the option of tapping out.

“Yes Sir” you mumble, thighs already quivering in anticipation as cayde snakes an arm around you, opening the fly on your pants and stuffing his gloved hand into your panties. you don’t bother hiding the way you shiver or the whimper of his name, as his leather-clad fingers draw teasing circles over your already sensitive clit.

“please” you gasp, hips moving in time with Caydes ministrations and the hunter vanguard laughs.

“Such a needy little cunt, don’t worry, you'll be plenty full soon” he purrs, his free hand somewhat desperate as he struggles to free himself from his own pants.

You laugh but it comes out more like a desperate keen “th-thought I was the desperate one”. This earns you a sudden finger sliding inside your tight wet heat, a breathless gasp as your whole-body tenses at the delightful intrusion. The leather-clad digit drags in and out at a torturously slow pace.

“Gotta get you nice and ready for me, pretty girl, don’t want to break you…not too badly anyway” you don’t need to see his face, you can hear the smirk he's wearing.

With some effort he finally gets his pants open, tugging them down to his mid-thigh before removing his finger from you, ripping a needy whine from your throat. The complaint dies on your lips as you feel the familiar feeling of Caydes thick cock pushing between your thighs, nestled against your soaked slit.

“Beg”

Whimpering, you rock our hips back and forth, the head of the hunter vanguard's cock nudging against your clit with each movement.

“Please, please I-I need it can’t -fuck- can't think, just wanna be filled please! Please Sir!” all dignity and care is thrown to the wind as the only thing you want or care about in that moment is getting the thick appendage stuffed inside you.

“You sure doll, only prepped you with a fing- “

“don’t care”

Again, you can hear the shit-eating grin cayde wears as he talks. “As the lady wishes”

In one smooth movement, the head of Caydes cock breaches your dripping entrance. Eyes watering but the pain blurs with pleasure in such a way that its addictive.

Cayde eases himself in slowly, stopping each time your hand grips his own tighter, and continuing with each brief nod of your head. He lets out a long groan of satisfaction when his hips finally meet your ass, fully hilted inside you.

“you're going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you till im satisfied, spend the rest of our time out here with my cum leaking out your fucked hole. And when we get home? Im going to do It again. Understood?” His voice is strained in the effort of not immediately fucking you till you’re shaking.

“Yes! Yes, please! Please fill me!” your hips rock back and that’s all it takes, a growl rumbles through Cayde's chest, one hand wrapping round your throat tilting your head back and squeezing slightly, the other gripping your hip with bruising strength. Each harsh thrust punches a moan after moan from your throat, a hot burning pleasure blooming from your cunt, radiating through the rest of your body.

“Such-a-good-fucking-slut” Each of his words is punctuated with a thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting loudly, and the growing wetness of your slit is loud in your ears. Not a coherent thought passing through your head. The words “please”, “harder” and “Sir” are seemingly just natural reactions of the submissive of the cock drunk guardian.

Cayde wants it to last, he does, but looking down, seeing the way your cunt swallows his cock is all too much for him. But he’s not cumming yet, not till you’ve had yours first.

The hand that was on your hip slips back down into your pants, the familiar sensation of the leather of is clove on your clit making you arch your back, head resting on his shoulder.

“That’s it, give it to me, you know what I want, I'm not stopping till you give it to me” he grunts, steam escaping out between his face plates as his fans try desperately to cool his body.

You’re on the verge of cumming when Caydes fingers press a little harder and his cock hits that soft spot just right to have you seeing stars. you can't hear yourself screaming his name due to the ringing in your ears, vision going fuzzy as your body clenches and quivers around Caydes cock.

“that’s it! Good girl! Good-fuck going to fill you, breed you, mark you!” he fucks you through your orgasm, shoving his face in the crook of your neck, his grunts and moans devolving into desperate, staticky whines, his hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer.

“Hearts! Im gonna cum! -gonna cum I’m gonna-fuck!” his hips slam into you one final time and the sensation of his release filling you sends you spiralling into a second orgasm. thighs trembling, Caydes arms grip you tight, remaining buried to the hilt inside you as his systems get themselves under control.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice still tinged with static.

All you can manage is a nod, whining as cayde pulls out of you with a hiss. He quickly pulls up your pants and buttons them closed with a tired smirk.

“don’t wanna lose any of that now do we” he mumbles, gently stroking your arms as he kisses up and down your neck.

“Now, let’s transmat to the ship and get you home. Don’t think im done with you just yet.”

You nod before freezing. That sneaky bastard. You could have gotten free this whole time.

Worth it

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #x reader #afab reader #18+ mdni #mdni #ah yes...look at all that plot that is very totally there

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phantom-after-dark · 2 months

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A very warm welcome home. cayde-6 x guardian reader

so here it is. the utter utter filth that came from my brain. there is a plot....if you squint, and turn your head sideways. who am I kidding this is just straight porn. i have no idea if this is decent, enjoy. reader is AFAB with female pronouns.

this is basically unedited, i will go back at some point and make corrections.

Enjoy xoxox

warning: NSFW below the cut, nothing of a violent or gory nature but, as expected, lots of sex, unprotected sex, its just sex. and some swearing. 18+. any interactions without an 18+ age in their bio WILL be blocked.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. NO AGE=BLOCK

It had been long. So long. The mission had gone south leaving Cayde abandoned in the ass crack of nowhere in the freezing cold with nothing but his sparrow, his ghost, and the most awful rations. When help finally arrived, he slumped back in the seat of the ship that he had been, quite unceremoniously, hoisted into by the guardians that had come to get him after receiving his SOS signal. His optics flicker off as he tilts his head back, still vaguely aware of the goings on around him but relaxing as the heat seeps back into his body. He could think of only one thing, the same thing that had been on his mind since he left for that shit show of a mission.

You.

Your smile, your eyes, how soft your hands were when you let them wander him without restraint, your lips on his neck, how hot and tight and wet you were around him as you fucked yourself silly on his-

“Cayde!” A voice snaps him out of his daydreams, he jumps slightly, optics flickering back to life, and he sits bolt upright. Glancing down he was glad his cloak had settled across his lap; he didn’t need to see it to know just how hard he was.

“You good?” the guardian that had woken him, Marcus, he thinks their name was, looks at him with concern.

“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I'm okay just uh… systems still heating up from being in the cold so long. Gets me a little sluggish you know” he bluffs, semi convincingly as he subtly readjusts himself in his armour before standing. Nice save, Cayde he thinks giving himself a mental smack on the head.

The ship had come to a stop in the hangar, the bay doors opening letting in a rush of chilling air. The hangar was as busy as usual, ships coming and going, guardians bustling around and throwing themselves off the edge only to be revived seconds later by ghosts with seemingly unending patience... So, the usual. None of that interests him though. The only thing he wanted-no NEEDED was you. And like a hound with a scent, he found you.

“Cayde!” you call out, voice filled with relief and happiness to see him safe again. Your voice was like a balm to his weary soul.

“Hey sugar” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you.

“Shit, cayde! You’re freezing” you hiss but don’t let go, holding him closer as if urging your heat into his body. “Hey, let's get you to that little ramen place you love. We can get your stomach filled with some actual food and warm you- “

“No!” cayde interrupts you with surprising desperation, his face buried in your hair. “No. Home I want to go home please”

It takes you a second, then as you shift in his arms it hits you…or rather it presses against your stomach. Oh…ooooooh. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. “Okay, cowboy let's get you…warmed up” you purr, gently pulling him towards the hanger doors. He follows, of course, like a desperate, obedient puppy having a treat dangled in front of it.

It doesn’t take long to arrive at Caydes apartment, it takes even less time for cayde to have you pressed up against the door, hips grinding against yours as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, already panting, puffs of hot air sending goosebumps across your body.

“Been so lonely, doll. So cold on that god-forsaken planet. All I could think about was you. Please. Please don’t deny me tonight” he mutters, voice laden with a desperation you had never heard from the exo before.

“I've got you, sweetheart, let's move to the- “

“no” he interrupts you once again. “Now. need you now, please. Waited 2 fuckin’ weeks I ain't waiting any longer” he pants, gloved hands snaking underneath your shirt. You don’t even remember him taking your stir off until his mouth is kissing and licking down your chest. He bites down on the soft skin above your collarbone.

“Cayde!” you gasp, scolding him in sheer surprise, not able to see the blossoming red and purple mark on your skin. He normally isn’t so bitey so soon.

“The one I left’s nearly gone” he mumbles, licking over the almost totally faded hickey he had marked you with before leaving on his mission. You can't help but think back to that night, how he had you bent over every surface in the apartment that would take your combined weight until your legs couldn’t hold you up, and even then, he had you in his arms bent in half against the wall until he couldn’t give any more.

He begins to move lower, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake before reaching your breasts. “fuck” he mutters under his breath, one hand moving up from your waist to cup your right breast, his other holding you to him tightly. “Missed these” he sighs before licking a long stripe across your left nipple. He can't hold back the whiney groan that escapes his throat before he latches on. One hand toying with your right breast as he kisses and licks at the other, all while moaning. You had never seen him like this before, so desperate, needy so…. loud. “Taste so good. Better than any food. Need to consume your doll, please. Please, can I?” he's on his knees now, looking up at you with a face of desperation you'll be seeing in your wet dreams for weeks.

His hands move to your pants. You'll be there forever if you let him try to remove your clothes but the pathetic whine that he emits when you gently bat his hands away causes you to freeze, heart rate picking up. He’s so impatient, face already buried between your thighs, your pants still firmly around your hips as he nuzzles up to your clothed crotch.

“Did you miss me like I missed you?” he mumbles, muffled by the material of your pants. “Smell so good. Are you wet for me, doll? Yeah,” you can't help but gasp when you feel his thick tongue lick a strip up your clothed cunt. That was the last straw for your self-control, so much for feeding him a hot meal and getting him rested in bed.

With swift determination you unbuckle your pants, pushing his head away you resist looking at his face knowing he's giving you that kicked puppy expression as you yank them down along with your soaked panties. Your whole body jolts as his hands push your hips, pinning you to the door as his face dives in between your legs.

No teasing touches, no playful taunting, not even the few seconds he usually takes to spread your petals and admire the wet mess he’s made you before diving in. just sheer and unadulterated desperation.

“Fuck yes” he whines, slight static lacing his voice, though you barely notice over the sound of the sudden moan he rips from your lungs. His tongue went straight to your clit, lapping up the wetness that had accumulated in the short span between there and meeting him at the hanger. “Fuuuuuuck, dreamed of this, dreamed of your sweet cunt every fucking day I was away. Starved without you” he moans, not stopping his dedicated worship between your legs with his tongue.

“wider” he mumbles, pushing your legs further apart, giving him access to your tight entrance. His tongue is there immediately, the long blue appendage promptly diving inside. His hand, still clad in leather gloves, moves his thumb in clumsy desperation to toy with your clit. You clenched around the long blue appendage that was lapping up everything you had to give, ripping a long moan from the panting exo that was knelt below you. His tongue pushes in and out as far as he can get it, which surprises you every time he does, it never looked that long. You're just as loud, gasping and panting, hands on his shoulders as you struggle to keep your legs from giving out.

You look down, the view almost makes you cum alone. Caydes eyes are almost completely closed, looking up at you. The tent in his pants makes your mouth water, the large bulge begging to be released, a faint orange glow matching his oral cavity lights shining through the fabric. As fucking divine as having him worship between your legs was, you knew what he needed. And you were going to give it to him.

Your hand gently wraps around the horn on his forehead, and you can feel him fight against you as you try to pull his head away from your crotch. He finally relents and sits back on his heels looking up at you. He was a mess, cloak hood pushed back, mouth agape and panting with your juices all over his chin. He doesn’t bother wiping his mouth as he stares up at you, pleadingly “Why? Why did you stop me? Please, i-I need…I need- “

This time you interrupt him “I know what you need, come on. Bed now”. With a quick and obedient nod, he's back on his feet, and pulling you to the bedroom, you just about make it without falling over.

When did he remove his armour? You don’t care and don’t have the time to care as he's picking you up and putting you on the bed. Before he can resume his assault on your sopping heat you get a cruel idea. You stop him, pushing him back into a kneeling position. He gives you that kicked-puppy look again and you almost let him continue.

Almost.

You lay back on the pillows and appreciate the view in front of you. Cayde knelt before you and was completely bare. Is chest heaved with each ragged breath, you swore you could see steam exit his mouth with each heave. You let your eyes travel lower, to the source of his desperation. You missed that sight. At its widest circumference, it's about the girth of your wrist, the shaft swells in the centre and tapers towards the tip and hilt before swelling widely again at the base. The shaft was 2 colours, a deep blue panel of silicone beneath the tip, then the rest of the shaft is comprised of black silicone. Running up the sides was a see-through panel allowing the warm orange optics to shine through. The tip was a soft pastel blue, swollen and leaking more pre than you’d ever seen before. It made your mouth water.

“Doll, I-I can't take you starin’ at me like that. Do somethin’ I'm begging you” he his pants softly, snapping you out of your gazing.

That’s when a devious idea enters your brain. You lie back and spread your legs, making sure cayde gets a view of everything. His eyes are fixed on your slick entrance as you trail a hand between your legs and gently rub light circles on your clit, a soft gasp slipping through your lips as your back arches slightly. He squirms in place; he had cottoned onto your plan.

“Baby don’t do this please” he begs. Begs. That was a first, and you intended to get many more out of him that night.

“What?” you ask with faux innocence as you slowly slip a finger inside yourself “So wet” you moan softly, knowing it was only adding to the poor exos torture. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” Cayde doesn’t care how desperate he sounds anymore; he was so hard it hurt. He didn’t know how much pre he had leaked but the small puddle forming between his legs on the bed sheets spoke loudly of how much he needed you. “Been 2 long weeks, too long. I need- I need you, need anything. I’ll do anything, I’ll do all my paperwork, I’ll do all the housework I’ll do anything sweetie just-fuck-just let me fuck you”

His words head straight to your pussy, and you can feel yourself tighten around your finger. You're no way stretched enough to take the monster cayde calls a dick inside you, but for him, you would. You pat the bed beside you “Lie down, let me take care of you”

He eagerly lays down on his back, eyes watching you eagerly. You wrap your hand around his length, and he hisses, head rolling back as you slowly stroke the shaft, drenched in his own pre cum. His hips buck up needly into your hand “M-more, m-more need more. Please baby, i-I can't wait- i-I won't last want to be inside you” he babbles desperately.

You shift forward, your legs on either side of his hips as you grind your hips down onto his painfully hard erection. He shoots forward sitting up, gripping your hips, pressing his face into your shoulder. He wasn’t even inside you yet and he was on the verge of whimpering. You slowly shift your hips back and forth, your wetness mixing with his seemingly unending amount of pre, pulling moan after moan from his throat. They were unrestrained, filled with static.

“Fuck! Please, please stop teasing me, love” he hasps, his fingers digging into your hips. They were definitely going to leave bruises, but you know your ghost could heal them…not that you would want it to.

“Beg” you smirk. He freezes momentarily.

“What?”

“You heard me, sweetie, beg” you purr, slowing down the movement of your hips to a tortuous pace.

“Please, doll. Been thinking of you since I left 2 weeks ago, has been hard since I left. Couldn’t do jack shit about it, left without you for so fucking long. Thought about how fuckin hot and wet and tight you are, please baby, doll, sweetheart, just stop damn teasing me” he whines, flopping back onto the bed, looking up at you, eyes wide.

You finally take mercy on him, lifting your hips and lining him up with your entrance. You can see him struggling with his self-control, trying not to force himself up into you. You sink down onto the head, the bulbous tip was a painful stretch in the most delectable way, made even better by the debouched groan that manages to find its way through the static of Caydes voice synthesiser. “So fucking tight” he growls “just like I imagined-no-better”

You take your time, slowly sinking onto his shaft, wincing slightly when you reach the wider point at the centre. You feel so full, so delightfully stuffed and you're only halfway down. You try and pace yourself but it's hard when the exo whose dick is half sheathed in your cunt is a squirming mess of broken whines and barely distinguishable begs. You reach the final hurdle, the swollen base of his cock, almost knot like and you drop your hips, arching your back as your ass finally settles on his hips. “So fucking big” you groan, leaning back onto your hands which were rested on his thighs. You can feel the faux muscles, taught like a coiled spring.

His eyes are fixed on where his cock disappears up inside you, and his fingers reach out, trembling to trace the dull orange glow that reaches just below your belly button. His fingers lower to play with your clit causing you to get impossibly tighter. His optics stutter on and off as his head lolls back “t-traveller above, you're so damn t-tight!”

After a second to adjust, you drag your hips up before dropping them back down, his grip on your hips tightens, and you can see the tension in his jaw, every slow rise and slam down onto his cock causes a ripple effect, static increase g in his voice, optics flickering on and off in rapid blinks. Despite how loud his broken words and moans are, the wet slapping of your cunt on his cock can be heard.

You continue your tortuously slow movements, relishing in the way he’s, stuffing you full in a way that feels like he was moulded to fit you. “f̴̻̪̺̮͍̰̹̰͓̈́̃̅̿̄̽̋̕͝͝-̸̡̜̭̰̅̚͠f̶̻̣̜̋͛̀͋̉a̷̡̤̖̱̥̱̅̆́̂̄͘s̷͎̤͗̎̄́͒̓̋̈́͋̕t̵̗̖̥̰̤͎͈̊̆̄́̍́͝e̵̢̞̦̝̜̻͋͌͆ͅr̷̨͉͉̹͌͊̈́̽̈͛̓͑͝,̵̡̥̗̖̈́͂̿͠ ̵̡̯̫̜̰̾̉͑̐̏͑̚͝ͅ sweet girl please ,̵̻̫͕̘́ ̸̗̞͒͝p̵̭̗̪̤͙̪̯̺͓̳̈́͒̃l̶̳̮͖̰̪͈̈̂͜͝ͅẽ̸̛͙̗̈́̋̋́̇a̷̖͚̠͍͌͜ş̷̧̫̠̭̼͖͈̥̾̒̽̂̍͋͐̓͘ḙ̵̢̝͓͚̥͍̄̑̐̇͂̕ ̸̧̞̖̤̮̻̠͐̄ faster̶̙̖̙̎̊̎̍̚” he begs, his voice becoming more and more filled with static. His hands grip your hips with urgency as he tries to buck up into you, each time he does, you still your movements earning yourself groans of frustration.

“Aww what's wrong, Hunter Vanguard? You a little pent u-AHH!” your teasing him is the straw that broke the camel's back. His feet plant onto the bed and he flips the pair of you with a growl. The next thing you know you're on your back beneath him, he's still sheathed in you to the hilt.

“that's it. If you won’t give me what I need, I'll take it,” he growls before pulling out till just the tip remains inside you before slamming back into the hilt, starting a brutal pace. His hips slam into your own with bruising vigour, his face buried into your neck. Between his static-filled moans in your ear and the sound of his body slamming into your own, you can barely hear your own cries of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure that blurred with pain you grip onto his shoulder, legs spreading wider to accommodate his hips and allow him deeper.

“Thought you could get away with t-t- t̶͈͖̺̿̅̒̾͂̎͑ě̵̛͇͉̲̊̉́̚͜a̵̢̝͈̙͉̫͚̐̃̓̾́͐͜ŝ̶̯̥͍̳̠̻̖͙́̍̌͒̕ḭ̷̹̮̟͙̣̲̘̲̭͌̒͗̑́͂̒͐͘̚n̶̰̓̈̆͗̇͌̉̕g̴̡̛̛͛-teasing me? After I've been away from you for so long?” he growls, each word punctuated with a thrust. “Think I could resist this sweet cunt?” his smirk falters, smug voice devolving into a desperate moan. He shifts his hips slightly, his tip finding the spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your core tenses, a familiar feeling building up like an elastic band being pulled tighter and tighter. “You're close, aren’t you? cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over this cock, show me how much you missed me” he pants, pace not faltering once.

You feel the tension snap, your vision going white as your back arches, and you clench around him as you reach your climax. He fucks you through your orgasm, he grabs one of your legs, pulling it onto his shoulder allowing him to hit a whole new angle. You can’t find words, it's like you can feel him in your chest, each thrust pushing the air out of your lungs.

Every touch, every caress sets your skin on fire, looking up at cayde his optics flicker on and off, his face is tensed, jaw clenched with determined desperation. Everything was becoming too much, too good. You were so overstimulated, but he was not slowing down.

“s-sorr-sorr-sorry” he moans “can’t s- s̵̢̠͔̘̤͓̲͕̍͆͌̏̂͝͝ţ̷̳̮̳̙͖̋̋́̈́̾̈̚̕͠ò̸̡̖̣̜͖͙͍̪̥͆͂̄͘p̶͓̟͔̣̬̞̘̆̎͂̀͋̂̉-stop”. His movements become more frantic, pace becoming less fluid and more unrestrained.

He drops your leg, bending over as he continues pounding into you, he holds you close, littering your neck and chest in hickies, kissing, and licking each one as moans turn into frantic whimpers. “Please, please so close so close. So perfect so tight so hot. Mine p̶̡̳̪̬̯͔̗̆͌̈͋̉̂̿͜͝͝l̶̨͔͇͍̫̏ĕ̸̳̰̭̖͕͌͂͌̅͌̈̋̊̂â̸̢̲̯͕͓̬̻̄͠ş̴͖̐͆̈̇͛̐́͝͠e̴̛͓̎͌̽́͑̊̆͆͝-please” he grips you hips as his rhythm stutters.

“inside-p-please ins-s-s-s-inside” his whole system was beginning to glitch, optics blinking, the lights in his throats, also glitching out as his voice was barely audible over the static. You nod eagerly, body covered in a sheen of sweat, as you pant and moan beneath him, trying to move your hips back onto his time with his rushed thrusts.

The nod is all the conformation he needs, thrusts becoming harder and more eager. “f-f- f̶͈͙̳̻̙͓̤͈̿͋̀̈́̏́͜u̶̯̖̔̓̏̌̅́̉̚c̷̝̉̇̈́̀͛̊̇̚k̵̨̞̩͉͙̻̲̐͊̓̔̒̉̃̀͌͝-fuck i-i-I lo-love you! G-go-gonna fffffill you” he whimpers “make y-y-you so f-full. B-be leakin’ o-out for d- ḑ̸̧̛̩͕̤̬͔̫͈̟̅̋̑̀̓͛͠ă̸̬̠̥̱̪̼͑̈́́y̶̧̙̰͚̝̪̳̍s̴̲͉͖̦͙͎̀̋̃͜͝-days”. You wrap your legs round his hips and tats all it took to push him over the edge. A desperate whimper rips from his throat, it becomes a staticky whine as he thrusts one final time. His whole body trembles, his cock twitching as he spills into you, painting your inside with his cum, leaking out of you around his cock due to the sheer volume as he completely stuffs you.

His body suddenly slumps onto you, you can hear his internal systems whirring loudly, his optics off and body still. You muster as much energy as you can to gently place a hand on his head which was face first in your neck.

“c-cayde? ” you mumble. A groan comes from him as his optics slowly flicker to life. “you okay?” you ask him softly.

He says nothing but nods. The pair of you hiss as he pulls out of you, his body flops beside you as he pulls you into him, arms around your middle.

“Miss you” he manages to mumble out, static finally starting to leave his voice. “don’t wanna be that far away from you again, doll”. You nod in agreement, aching body seeking his, it had been too long. Between your legs aches in the best way, you can feel the remnants of his seed leaking out of you but at this point, you're too tired to care, you can clean up later.

You're not sure which of the two of you fell asleep first, but it's cayde who wakes you, carrying you to the bathroom where the bath slowly fills with soapy water.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, sweet pea” he chuckles, “let's get you cleaned up, I ordered us dinner, least I can do for that welcome home.”

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Cayde-6 x reader NSFW Alphabet

NSFW alphabet for cayde 6. This is my first time writing anything NSFW so it may be very rusty but I tried my best. this is written using AFAB wording and body parts. its also not proofread.

This was written pre final shape and will be getting an update at some point

warning: NSFW below the cut, nothing of a violent or gory nature but, as expected, lots of sex. 18+. any interactions without an 18+ age in their bio WILL be blocked.

NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. NO AGE=BLOCK

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

Cayde is the aftercare king. Hot bath? You got it. Glass of water and a snack? Baby, he had that ready and waiting. Turning you into a blanket burrito and dressing you in his hoodie/t-shirt? What else were you going to wear?

Once he's come down from the endorphin high, he's whispering soft words in your ear, how good you were for him, how well you took it, how pretty you looked as he cleans you up. He'll hold you for as long as you need, before moving to pull on some pants and get you the care you deserve.

However, it did take a while for him to learn this. Being the hunter vanguard didn't allow much time for... extracurricular activities. A few quickies here and there to blow off some steam with people whose faces he can't remember never mind their names. But with you, he had to learn. No. He WANTED to learn. He planned on having you stick around for a long LONG time.

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

His: his hands. Cayde is a hunter, that involves a lot of hands-on action. But by far his favourite thing they can do is make your body writhe and face twist in euphoria. They know just where to grab, where to tease, where to curl, where to stroke. He could use his hands and only his hands on you for hours and not tyre of the noises and face he can get from you.

When he opens you up slowly, when you take him all the way to the knuckle, and he curves his fingers inside you just at the right place to make you keen and whimper out his name. “Cayde” never sounded so sweet as it does on your lips. Seeing them disappear into your mouth when he's done, letting your tongue clean up your essence, sends a shiver down his back and he has to stop himself from starting all over again. He loves seeing his hand splayed over your abdomen. Feeling his cock through your skin as he thrusts, making you even tighter

Yours: thighs, hips, and stomach.

Cayde is a thigh man, and you can't convince me otherwise. Soft and plush, muscled, he doesn't care as long as they can be wrapped around his shoulders and keep his cheeks warm while he buries his face into you. Even when he isn't eating you out like a man starved, when you're out and about, sat in meetings, in his ship cockpit, that little ramen joint you both love, he can't resist reaching over and placing a hand on your thigh to give it a squeeze.

And thigh jobs? Don't get him started on them. Feeling your soft skin around his shaft, feeling it get slick with his pre, rubbing against the wetness of your cunt? Perfection.

Hips? What else is he going to hold? What else is he going to squeeze to keep your hips up as he pulls orgasm after torturous orgasm out of you as he pounds into you with seemingly endless energy? Your arms and legs gave out after your 2nd orgasm and he most definitely isn't done with you yet. You can still think and speak coherently, he obviously hasn't finished the job yet.

And similar to hips, your stomach. Particularly if you have a little extra padding. He loves it. So soft and squishy, so human. Don't get him wrong. He LOVES his own physique; more so how much you love his body but something about the softness gets him. He'll kiss it as he trails kisses down your body, grab it as he takes you from behind, pulling you up so your back meets his chest.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

At first, Cayde loved to keep it messy, seeing you with his seed dripping from your lips, painting your cheeks, dribbling onto your tits. Marked by him. He might even take a picture for particularly long and arduous missions.

Once the two of you start getting serious...REALLY serious. Long-term commitment kinda serious. He's cumming inside you at every opportunity he has. Deep. He's grinding his hips into your making sure you take every last drop he has because you're his and he's going to make that abundantly clear. Of course, he's an exo, they have certain...benefits...humans don't. And one of those is a very short period between when he can fill you up, and paint your face with his cum.

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

Cayde 100% will steal your panties. 100%. Do not let this exo near your laundry pile.

He will make some sort of excuse when visiting your apartment to "go to your bathroom" and detour via your laundry pile. He will swipe a pair and stuff them in his pocket for late. When later rolls around he can't wait. Barely locking his apartment door before his hand is unbuckling his pants and your panties are up to his face or wrapped around his cock. If you’re lucky he'll clean them and return them, if not you may begin to wonder why your underwear keeps disappearing. "Must be your washing machine, you know, they like to eat socks, why not panties too?" Cayde says nonchalantly... not eyeing up the cute thong on the top of the pile of washing.

He saw you in his cloak once and realised just how filthy his mind is when it comes to you. You were just messing around, nothing naughty, simply wrapping his cloak around your shoulders to keep warm while he stood at his post but seeing you in HIS clothes. HIS cloak. He was shamefully hard. He definitely saved that in his brain for later.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Caydes been around the block for a loooong time. Man definitely knows what he's doing. But he loves learning. Yeah, he knows how to use his fingers, but he will learn just where that sensitive spot is inside you is so he can abuse it for hours on end when to curl his fingers up into you, and what speed to tease your sensitive clit.

Yeah, he knows how to fuck, but he will spend hours and hours learning just what tempo you like, which angle has you creaming around his cock, and what force to put into slamming his hips into your ass to get you mewling his name.

He will spend night after night letting his hands wander you, purposely avoiding the dripping heat between your legs, to see if he can get you to cum without even touching you, to find the spots that make your eyes flutter and your head roll back into the pillows.

He knows how to pleasure but he puts extra effort into how to pleasure YOU.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any. He doesn't care as long as it's you and him.

He has a particular fondness for missionary. He knows it's a little vanilla, but he doesn't care. Not when he can see the way your face twists in pleasure, not when he can reach every little sensitive spot on your body.

If you wrap your legs around his hips while he's doing this, he has to pace himself, so he doesn't finish before you.

It also means he can see the dull orange glow in your abdomen with each thrust. Why exos had lights down there he had no idea, but he loved the visual of seeing JUST how deep he was.

If he's feeling more on the submissive side, rare but not unheard, he likes to have you ride him, cowgirl. Have your hands splayed across his chest as you lift your hips up and down. If he's coherent enough he praises you. A voice full of static, lights flickering from the intense stimulus.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends. If he's been on a particularly frustrating mission, long hours at the war table, meeting after meeting, the second he sees you he's bending you over the nearest surface and getting his frustrations out. If he speaks its praises and dirty names. If. Most times it's just desperate grunts and panting.

If he's taking his time with you, worshipping you, treating you like a queen, his words are full of praise, Gentle, soft.

Normally though he'll crack a joke here and there. Tease you playfully.

On the occasions where he's pulling you into an alcove of the tower and shoving his hands into your pants, he's giggling like a lovesick teen, full of adrenaline.

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

I mean.... he's a robot.... however, his cock does have a glow the same colour as his mouth, a golden orange that he loves to watch disappear into you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

At first maybe not much. Sex fuelled by a need to release. Release frustration, pent-up feelings, just being plain horny, unable to resist you.

As you grow closer, as the thought of leaving your apartment after each night of passion fills him with more and more longing, the sex becomes filled by something else. Love, passion. A need to please you, make you feel good. It became not just sex. But sex with YOU.

Pet names, sweetheart, sweetie, darling, little bird, his good girl, sugar, begin to become more and more common.

"Slut" becomes "MY slut" "sweet girl" becomes "MY sweet girl" as the thought of anyone else seeing you in such an intimate way is rejected by his brain, you were his. And his alone.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Out of pure necessity. Sometimes, before meeting you, it was just easier. Sure, finding a bedfellow would have probably felt better but after being on countless missions, adrenaline wearing off, he just needed to cum.

Then he met you and all of a sudden, each quiet moment between missions that his body cried for release, all he could see was your face, imagining what he might see if he stripped away your armour, your clothes. Would you scream his name? Would you rake your nails down his back? Each though adding gas to a fire of desire he isn't sure he's strong enough to put out...and he's not sure he wants to.

After the pair of you are established, he's drowning in material to get off to. Off planet on a long mission? He just happens to have a pair of your panties with him.

If you give this man Polaroid nudes of yourself, he will simply perish....and will probably need new ones after a week because the others are...a little sticky.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cayde knows how to tie a knot. As impatient as Cayde can be sometimes if he's going to tie you up, he's doing it properly (and safely). Maybe not the gorgeous and intricate knots he had stumbled across on some...questionable websites but he's tying you up either way. He just loves how pretty your plump, skin looks against the rope, your cute struggles, the intimacy of tying you up.

Likewise, he will weakly protest at the idea of you tying him up until one day he gives in. He lets you tie him to a chair with his arms behind his back, it takes a shamefully quick time to have him whimpering beneath you, pleading for you to just touch him properly after hours (it was 10 minutes) of you teasing his cock.

As someone who's seen as a pillar of strength and power in the guardian ranks, having that momentarily (and willingly) taken from him, at the mercy of your touch, has him cum in minutes, begging you not to stop despite being overestimated. He will never admit to liking this as much as he obviously does.

Maybe a slight power play/kink. He loves taking you while he's in his armour. The juxtaposition of you, naked beneath him on your knees, swallowing his cock as your eyes water while he's in his full armour makes him feel powerful and dominant. You called him sir or vanguard once as he fucked you against Zavala’s desk and he thrust into you so hard the table almost tipped over. (What big blue doesn't know won’t hurt him)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere safe you can get away with. Bedroom, every feasible surface in either of your apartments, his ship, your ship, quiet corners of the tower where people rarely look, Zavala’s desk, the bathroom. This exo is insatiable.

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

Fucking anything. If you look at him the wrong right way, he's hard. You're in his clothes? He's hard. You're bent over to do anything? Better get ready to feel his hands on your hips as he grinds his erection into you. Sees you fighting? Hard. Jealous? Hard. You wiggle your ass against him in your sleep? It's going between your thighs.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hitting other than spanking, he can't bring himself to hit you, especially your face. He will happily make your ass cheeks red with his handprints but that's all.

Scat, piss are big nos and Anything that he can't get clear consent or safe words, he won't tie you up AND gag you. It's one or the other.

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

Fuck you exos have tongues and I won't be told otherwise.

Most of the time it goes unseen, exos have voice synthesisers and no use for a tongue past maybe eating but early exos had rejected their existence over less than no tongue.

Caydes is soft and flexible, light blue silicone and he knows how to use it. He will. Spend hours between your legs, swapping between lapping lazily at your clit like a cat with cream and pressing the appendage as deep as he can inside you. He's not quiet about it, he'll groan and moan and once you hear him growl as you tried to ease him away as he was overstimulating you. He’ll buck his hips, grinding against his pants or the mattress. Sometimes you're not sure who is enjoying it more, you or him, especially when he's cumming untouched. He won't admit sometimes he does it more for his pleasure, just the feeling of your wet pussy against his tongue, hot, warm, wet and slick and oh so tasty. He'd give up an alarming amount just to eat you out. He loves the little surprised squeak you make sometimes when the metal of his face is a touch cold and pressed against your inner thighs. He'll move your hand to his horn with a smug smirk "Show me what you need, sweet girl" and ravages you the second you pull his face into your heat with his horn.

As for receiving, obsessed. The first time you took his cock into your mouth he had his eyes shut, head rolled back and hand deep in your hair against your scalp. Expect unending praise as he thrusts into your mouth. And if you can deep-throat him? Even better. Just seeing the dulled glow of his cock through the skin of your throat sends him into euphoria.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time it's fast, rough. His face by your ear in the crook of your neck as he pants and gasps l, ramming his cock into you as deed as it with go, cursing, words falling out of his mouth in nonsensical strings. Brushes the shapes of his fingertips litter your hips.

But sometimes he takes his time. Sometimes you're stressed, you ache and all he wants is you Make you feel better. And if that is done by gently opening you up and fingering you until you're a begging incoherent mess, pleading for him to just fuck you, then he's a more than willing sacrifice.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He'd rather have plenty of time to explore you, albeit at a very fast pace, roughly with lots of panting.

But he does love a quickie. His favourite place is his ship. It's a little risky, especially during the day, parked in the bustling hangar. He's got you bent over the console, both your pants pulled down just enough as he jackhammers his hips into you stopping to grind every now and again. And he obviously cums inside you, you had nothing to clean up with, not that he minds in the slightest, the thought of you walking around the tower with his cum seeping out of you into your panties almost gets him easy for round 2.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves a good risk. Never with your safety though but the possibility of getting caught. It makes his blood hot....if he had any. The fabled hunter vanguard caught balls deep in a pretty little things like you in the shadows of the tower, Zavala's office, bent over his sparrow. Of course, he'd never let you both get caught but it didn't make it any less thrilling. Hand clamped over your mouth; voice modulator turned down as he prays the sounds of your slick wet cunt don't give either of you away.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The most Cayde has ever gone is 8 rounds it had been a long LONG time away from you. He won't forgive Zavala for giving you that mission, but he couldn't care at that time. He had started to have dry orgasms at 5 but couldn't stop, he needed you. Desperately. He only stopped when you began drifting in and out of consciousness and could barely string together words. He was a wreck himself. His internal fans running so hot due to working so hard that you swore you could smell smoke, see steam. His breath was hot. Very hot, even his body had heated up enough to almost be uncomfortable. He collapsed almost onto of you, chest heaving, face pressed into your neck. "Missed you" he mumbles tiredly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

While he won't say no to using them, unless you explicitly ask, he won't go out of his way to buy any. Rope he will get but other than that, he likes to think he's more than enough. If you already have toys he'll try and fail not to seem jealous when he figures out, you had used it while he was away, but he soon gives you ample reasoning as to why he's so much better.

He's then a pouty baby for the night complaining about how you like a piece of silicone over him...the comment of his cock also being made of silicon doesn't improve the situation, but he allows you to convince him more with your mouth...and not using words.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves it. When he's feeling particularly cruel hell spends the day creeping up behind you, uttering filthy promises of what he will do to you the second you're alone. Standing close behind you, pushing his hips forward to grind his erection between your ass cheeks. You pull him into a secluded hideaway pleading him to make good on his promises. To your dismay he simply smirks at you, hand sliding into your panties as he chuckles in your ear “So wet, little bird, such a needy little thing” he taunts. As quickly as his hand had slipped into your underwear, it was now in his mouth being licked clean by his tongue before he stepped out of your small hiding spot. “See ya later doll face” he winks and saunters off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

This man will not shut up. It's hard to get Cayde to shut up on a good day, you think having his face buried in your pussy will stop him? He's going to be praising you the whole time, how good your pussy tastes, how tight you are, how well you take him. The closer he gets to cumming the more talkative her gets however it's a lot less organised until he's just growling out single words. They escape his mouth between rapid panting and groaning. The only warning you get before he fills you is "close" or better yet "cumming" before he lets out a low wanton moan as he paints your insides.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Cayde will never admit it but sometimes he loves it when you take control. When you tease him for hours. Suggestive looks, touching him over his pants time he's panting and whispering, begging you to do anything just get him out of his clothes. He's so well-behaved for you, doing whatever you ask between whiny begging. If you grant him what he's asking for he's a mess, moaning, writhing, and gripping your hips as his hips buck into you with a life of their own. If you don’t give in to his begging hell grab at you needly, he sounds as if he's about to cry.

He is 100% using diffrebt forms of light on you.

He's imbuing solar heat into his fingertips as he massages your aching muscles, its almost too hot against your clit when he begins teasing you but its so unbelievably satisfyingly hot when he's knuckles deep in you.

He's using void to blind you. Darkness is all you can see. Not able to expect the touches, caresses, bites and kisses. All you can hear is the smug chuckling after every little twitch and jolt that goes through you.

If hes feeling particularly mean he's using arc to shock you, your nipples, sides of your waist, clit. He loves hearing the little squeakes that escape you after each one and especially loves how you tighten around his cock when you do.

He's using stasis to cool his finger tips, it may not be ice but the crystalline darkness is still cold enough to make goose bumps erupt on your skin when they come into contact with your neck, your nipples, your clit.

Strand, of course he's tying you up with strand. Making pretty shabari patterns on your body. He'll take his time with this, because he loves watching you become more and more desperate the longer he takes.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Let's just say when Cayde was built he was rather favourably endowed. 8.5 inches when hard with a 4.8-inch girth. Firm blue and black silicone make up the smooth and slightly ribbed member. Along its sides, the silicon is clear and transparent the inner workings glowing with the same orange glow as the lights in his mouth.

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

It's rather high but he keeps it under control well…unless you're being a tease and by that, I mean just being around him. Even the simple sight of you making him coffee in the morning in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of barely there panties is enough to earn you being bent over the kitchen counter, panties pushed aside. Then you get swiftly put in your place.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always ensures you have had the aftercare you need but when that’s finished, he's like a purring kitten. Docile and sleepy, satiated. If there's one way to get this exo to sleep, it’s a long hard fuck. He’ll nuzzle is face into your neck, hands making shapes on your hip. If you try and speak to him, you’ll get murmured responses that soon stop, replaced by quiet breathing.

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