#cayde x guardian!reader

[morbid-mary]

Imagine

Baking Cayde-6 some cookies to spread the Dawning spirit and he asks you for more every time he sees you because they’re the best cookies he’s ever had…

“Hey, hey, before you go— you wouldn’t have any more of those cookies on you by any chance?…N-No?…Let’s say I took you out for some spicy ramen, would you make more?… Fantastic.”

[what-did-you-just-say]

Hello, can I get Shaxx, Cayde, Drifter, and maybe Crow with a reader who is really shy, and timid but if there tired or angry they just couldn't care less, they'll just pop people's heads off practically.

HELLOOOO! Hi, sorry I didn't react sooner but I saw your request and kinda forgot about writing it! I'm so sorry!

So here it is!! Well, I tried to be as close to the characters as possible without them being OOC. I hope you like it!

(I know they're a little short, I tried my best)

Lord Shaxx

- he'd be...surprised, honestly. Shaxx is the kind of man who encourages your might in the Crucible but he came to terms with your shy and timid nature.

- he finds it cute if we're being honest here, it just goes to show how well your characters go together.

‐ Shaxx is loud and not at all embarrassed by his words while you're a little off to the side and rather not interact with many people you don't know that well.

- So to see you in the Arena, feeling a little off with that tinge of tiredness, not wanting to actually do much except get the match over with, worried him a little.

- Well, that was until you got angry at some hunter taunting you across the map. He's been an irritating thorn in your side this whole time with his arrogant cockiness and that stupid shit eating grin you swore you saw through his helmet.

- Now, Shaxx being the man he is and encouraging your might in his matches, practically thrives off your newfound determination to bring the enemy team down.

‐ He gushes about it aswell, flexing that his S/O was crushing the enemy team and brought the win for their own.

- but he comforts you afterwards, truly. He'll be all over you with affection that same night and tell you how well you did and coo in your ear about your achievements and your victory over that damn hunter.

Cayde-6

- oh jeez...well, okay, Cayde isn't that bad but he'd also be a big encourager on his part.

- he loves the fact he can coddle you and tease you for your shyness and timid nature, finding it incredibly endearing when you blush and try to hide from him.

- he's your voice in moments it really counts in, speaking for you when something bothers you or whatnot.

- but when he (surprisingly enough) managed to get out of the tower and "aid" you on patrol on Mars, he really didn't expect you to start popping Cabal heads with little to no care!

- all because they scratched your armour too! You've been feeling tired already, not wanting to go on patrol in the first place but being tasked by Commander Zavala himself to simply take a look around the perimeter.

- now your new armour has been scratched, you were already tired and these Cabal weren't letting up either!

- Cayde just simply stood off to the side and gawked at you like you were a completely different person!

- his sweet and cute S/O, as shy and timid as they are most of the time, is casually killing Cabal with headshots left and right like they were nothing!

- (he was a little turned on, let's be fair)

- to say everybody in the Tower knew of your little outburst would be an understatement, that loveable Exo of yours could not keep his damn mouth shut.

Drifter

- he might be the damn reason you're so nagged in the first place, honestly.

- so we all know Drifter and how he is, always that bravado he puts on for a rogue lightbearer. He's got an image to uphold.

- so this man would also be an absolute tease, cracking jokes and cooing right in your ear on a private comms channel just to see you get flustered and all.

- but he knows when to stop aswell, don't get me wrong.

- that instance would be when you both were on a mission on Europa. He had perched himself onto a vantage point where he could observe and cover your back if needed.

- you two were just casually chatting around, talking about the most mundane things while you were walking the perimeter.

‐ until...you suddenly got ambushed. You were already tired and these Fallen constantly crawling out of their hiding spots and caves and whatnot just irritated you further. It was supposed to be a simple Intel mission.

- so Drifter, being the good boyfriend he is, covered your back and shot Eliksni after Eliksni while making sure you weren't too overwhelmed.

- yet he did feel baffled when you just popped their head like nothing, like they were flies.

- for him it felt like you and that person sporting your armour were two different people.

- don't get him wrong, he liked you this way. Unbothered and uncaring but it was a stark contrast to your usually sweet personality.

- he did tease you after everything had calmed down and you two managed to meet up but he did make sure to at least try and get you to calm down.

Crow

- oh my god– are you trying to give this man a heart attack?

- not only was he worried because you were already feeling tired, which made you so easily agitated, but you also had to go on a patrol WITHOUT him nearby.

- he knows of your act of....not being bothered with anything at all but he was still worried, he knows you can take care of yourself

- Crow loves your shy behaviour, it complimented his own well. Your timidness making his heart soften.

- he was...shocked? To say the least the first time he caught you in that state of "You breathe at all? Bullet to the head." and it did worry him a little.

- (even a little turned on, dare I say? He's a sucker okay for badass partners imo)

- he tries his best to calm you down if you reach that state of anger or try and convince Zavala to send someone else when you're feeling tired but got handed another mission.

- Crow just wants to care for you</3

(Hope you enjoyed reading it and send in requests if you want something specific! Have a great day/night!)

(Love, creator hihi)

[aceofcaydes01]

I started this all the way back at the end of Season of the Lost and just now finished it.

Inspired by @a-driftamongopenstars' Old Light, New Light series.

“Are you sure?” Ace asked, looking to where her right hand was extended and her Ghost floated in her palm. He vibrated gently in a reassuring manner. “I’ve spoken with Glint, he needs you right now.” Ghost says to you through your telepathic connection. You nodded and you were instantly transmatted to the loading bay of the Radiant Accipiter.

“Crow?” You ask softly as you approach, both he and Glint looked up at the sound of your voice. You stood there for a second, trying to assess whether or not he wanted your company, only moving when you felt the gentle prod of Glint between your shoulders, urging you forward. Your armor and weapons disappeared as you stepped forward, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Ghost vanish with Glint.

“Are these eyes the ones that haunt you at night?” Crow asks, leveling you with his gaze as you approach him fully.

For years whenever you tried to sleep, all you could see in your dreams was Uldren’s glowing glare as he pulled Ace of Spades’ trigger and shattered your life.

As weird as it was, you’d found comfort in Crow. Your anger at seeing him risen as a Guardian slowly faded as you’d seen first hand how earnest he was, how innocent. He was the opposite of Uldren, the fact that he was a fellow Hunter was just cruel irony. A tentative friendship had developed after you’d saved him and Glint from Spider’s employ. Ghost urged you to tell Crow in the early stages of your friendship, you hadn’t, and were now regretting not taking his counsel.

You gaze into the warm glow of his amber eyes, and to his surprise, you smile. “No. I don’t see any trace of Uldren in your eyes, Crow.” You say, holding his gaze, and you feel his body relax slightly next to yours.

“Now I know why you always looked at me that way.” He says softly as he looks down to the knife in his hand, the one you’d given him last Dawning. He looks back up into your eyes as you speak.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how.” You say quietly, knowing his mind must be reeling from whatever Savathûn said or showed him of his past life.

You put on a brave face, but you still carried the weight of Cayde’s death. The fact that you had feelings for who was once his killer wasn’t helping your guilt any. You knew that Cayde would want you to be happy, and Crow made you so so happy.

“If it were me, I wouldn’t have known what to say either, Guardian.” Crow replies, reaching out for your hand, your fingers entwine and you stand there looking out at the Dreaming City. Crow had already been in orbit there when you joined him.

“Were you going to go down there and see your sister?” You ask after a comfortable silence, hoping it isn’t a sensitive topic.

“No. I returned here to see if I would feel anything. I don’t, and it seems strange that I was on the Tangled Shore for so long and I had no idea that my former home was right there all along.” Crow replies with a shrug, turning away from the window and going to an overhead compartment, pulling you with him by your entwined fingers. “This is for you.” Crow says, holding out a blue box with white and gold stars on it and a gold ribbon.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” You reply as you accept it, feeling a blush start to color your cheeks.

“I know. I wanted to.” Crow replies, and you share a smile before you ease off the top and push away the tissue paper. Inside is a black knife with a white spade on the blade and the wings of a crow on the handle. It was an obviously expensive Eververse commission and you were speechless.

“Crow- Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You manage, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.

“You’re welcome. Now you can take us both with you, always.” Crow replies, squeezing you gently as his arms wrap around you.

[unlucky-phantom]

Introduction/requests

Hi, so i dug out my old Tumblr account from the depths of hell when I recently started getting into Destiny 2 again.

So to introduce myself, i go by magpie (if you know me in real life leave now and save us both the embarrassment of seeing me thirst over fictional characters.) I'm a huge gamer but recently have been dragged kicking and screaming into Destiny 2 and Baulders Gate 3.

I've always loved lurking and reading the things other people post but writing has always been an interest of mine. so I've decided to give it a go. specifically reader/guardian inserts. I'd like to preface this by saying I've never done any writing like this before so don't expect some masterpiece however I am going to start taking writing requests! I'm planning on writing headcanons, mini-fics, asks and if all goes well, maybe a series. these will be intertwined with some creative writing pieces I've done. when i figure out how to turn them on, my requests box/asks will be open

[deadbydad-writes]

Character(s) x Fem! Reader Prompts I Will Write For: Week 1

Takahashi Takeda (Mortal Kombat)

Childhood Friends to Lovers

Flirting while sparring

Enemies to Lovers (Lin Kuei Fem! Reader x Shirai Ryu Takeda)

First kiss

You fall asleep on Takeda after a hard and long mission

You spend the night with Takeda (You can add an idea you have for this if you want in the request)

Date night (You can put in what the date is going to be if you want in the request)

Cassie Cage (Mortal Kombat)

You meet Cassie's parents

Movie night (You get to choose movie in request)

Cassie explains to you what her green energy power is

Bodyguard! Cassie (Fem! Reader can be an actress or singer)

You get dared to kiss Cassie by Jacqui

You comfort Cassie after she comes back from a tough mission

You and Cassie go to the beach

Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

You treat Ellies wounds

You and Ellie go out on patrol

Ellie tells you she's immune

You and Ellie smoke some weed together

You give Ellie a tattoo of your own (You can add what the tattoo can be and where in the request)

You and Ellie go swimming together

You cut Ellies hair

Jesse (The Last of Us)

You and Jesse have to wait out a snowstorm

You save Jesse from getting attacked by a Clicker (You can add on to it if you want to in the request)

You and Jesse spend a quiet morning together

You and Jesse flirt on patrol

Donna and Ellie get you and Jesse together

You and Jesse go get a drink together after patrol

Jesse patches up your wounds

Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy)

You meet at Tifa's bar and Cloud buys you a drink

You play with Clouds hair while he sleeps

You tease Cloud about hair being so damn spikey

You and Cloud take a walk through the Slums

You watch Cloud dance at the HoneyBee Inn

You're a bartender and close friend of Tifa's and Cloud decides to flirt with you

Cloud sees you in a dress for the first time *Kind of like when Cloud sees Aerith in the red dress* (You can add the details of the dress if you want in the request)

Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy)

Aerith teaches you how to make a flower crown

Aerith teaches you about the language of flowers (You can add what flowers you want but only up to 6 or 7 in the request)

Cuddling in a field of flowers

You spend the night with Aerith during a thunderstorm

You help Aerith pick flowers

You accompany Aerith home

You meet Aeriths mother

Cayde-6 (Destiny)

Spicy ramen date with Cayde

Cayde takes you on a tour around the tower

You save Cayde from trouble

You and Cayde go 1v1 in Crucible

You and Cayde go watch the sunset outside

Target practice date or Who Can Get The Most Headshots Winner Gets All Of The Glimmer and A Make-Out Session

Sparrow Racing

Mara Sov (Destiny)

Mara Sov teaches you the ways of the Awoken

First time meeting Mara

Stargazing from the highest balcony of the Queens castle with Mara Sov

You are Mara Sov's Royal Awoken Guard and lover (You can send me a request for a small plot for this if you want it just can't be angst or smut)

You become Mara's favorite Guardian (You can add any ideas you have in the request)

Forbidden Lovers

Mara shows you a little bit of her magic

I will make more of these but with other characters, so stay tuned for those I guess.

But it will take me some time with any requests because I am on vacation with my mom and little sister but I will do them just not as fast or quick.

[nyxmisfortune]

Learning how to lead🍄🍀

Pairing - The crow x reader

Warnings - a bit of hurt/comfort

Summary - Crow is worried about becoming hunter vanguard, and despite never being in a position of leadership he asks you what to do

Notes - 3rd fic of today guys. The final shape has given me so many fic ideas. Expect more:]

Crow had come to you in a panic in the middle of the night. When you open the door you’re half asleep self barely recognizes the man. Between his new hair cut and his new cloak he looks almost completely different.

"hey guardian. It's important." Crow is not someone who often just shows up unannounced, so you let him inside.

He sits on your couch and you offer to make him some tea. "No thanks. I'll be quick"

You nod and sit next to him. "Crow? Are you alright?" you look at him, worried at how nervous he seems. He doesn't look at you and instead stares at his lap."...crow?"

"Guardian? How do you... How do you lead?"

"What? Why would you ask me? I've never been an any sort of leadership role. Why not ask Osiris? Or Saint? Or Zavala?" your confusion is immeasurable. There are so many other people he could ask, why ask you?

"I don't know. I realized I would be in charge of an entire group of people and I've never done anything like that" Crow finally looks over at you. “I was thinking of who to ask, and you were the first person

"Have you slept? At all?" he looks like he has'n't slept in a week. He doesn't answer, but you take that awnser enough. You stand up and go into your kitchen. Now would be a good time for that tea.

You bring him a mug and he takes it with a mumbled thank you. "You knew Cayde when he was vanguard. What did he do?" Crow asks before taking a sip of his drink.

"Honestly? Cayde was amazing, but he never did any sort of paperwork. Just keep the hunters in line and do the paperwork I guess." You take a sip of your own drink.

"...Cayde was well liked, right?" Crow stares into the dark liquid, swirling it around in his cup.

"Ya. I mean, everyone loved him. I think he was the favorite out of everyone.” Crow looks even more nervous at that.

"Will they be upset that I'm the one taking the role?" 

"I mean...some people are bound to be upset. People don't like change. They'll learn to love you just like they learnt to love Cayde.” you put your hand on his shoulder. "Just give it time and you'll get used to the role.”

Crow finally smiles. "...Thank you guardian." 

"Of course. But if you need any sort of actual leading advice? Please ask Zavala. I barely know how to lead a fireteam, I can't help you with that."

He laughs “Duely noted.”

[x-galactic-star-x]

that one Cayde 6 x reader fanfiction where you as a reader get sucked into the destiny game and you could save Cayde and his ghost.

i adore fanfics like those

the reader could be anything, a guardian ora mere human, he would be still be impressed but i imagine the inneractions would be hard a bit.

and i 100% want to have this quoted in the story

"every time i see him my heart just.. becomes heavy.. cause i grieve a man who died, in my world,in a video game. and here he is alive and well.. for now.. and i can prevent it from ever happening.."

im just sayin 👀

[phantom-after-dark]

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.”

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Light of Tomorrow: Destiny x DC Post-Crisis/New Earth Universe - Y/N-Verse

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fmg1xuN by PrimeofPrimes115 (Supergirl x Male Reader) When a Guardian and his Ghost, find themselves on another world, where the Light and Dark have began to spill into this new discovered dimension... They had no idea of the adventures that awaited in store for them, where they'd meet new allies, new enemies and someone, a blonde haired "Super" girl that would catch his heart. Will they find a way home? How will the Vanguard operate in his absence? The new Hunter and his Ghost roam amongst this New Earth that they would soon call... A second home to defend... "Eyes up Guardian!" Words: 96219, Chapters: 23/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Y/N-Verse Fandoms: Destiny - Fandom, New Earth - Fandom, DC Comics Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Kara Zor-El, Male Guardian (Destiny), Kal-el, Bruce Wayne, Zavala (Destiny), Ikora Rey, Cayde-6 (Destiny), Teen Titans (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Outsiders (DCU), Vanguard (Destiny) Relationships: Kara Zor-El & Reader, Female & Reader Additional Tags: Relationship(s), Action/Adventure, Science Fiction, DC universe - Freeform, Post-Crisis (DCU), New Earth, Hunter Guardian (Destiny), supergirl - Freeform, Loose Canon read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fmg1xuN

[lilyrose-terraharuka]

I FUCKING LOVE FEMALE GUARDIAN/READER X VANGUARDS (Commander Zavala, Ikora Rey, and Cayde-6) FANFICS!!

WE NEED MORE OF THEM: BOTH SFW AND NSFW!!

[braindamagedrizz]

Guardian x O14 ficlets, in YOUR 2024? It's more likely than you think! Titans, Warlocks, Hunters? - Chapter 1 - Cayde-6FeetUnder (WheatleyTheAdmin) - Destiny (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] A bunch of really self indulogent nonsense about my silly bird boys getting a little silly, just a little bit, I'm such a slow writer but I have so much stuff in the backlog bro. For the record, I don't have a beta reader and I sometimes rush the endings, anyways send post

[morbid-mary]

Imagine

Cayde-6 trying to convince you to sneak him onto your ship for your next mission because he’s dying to get out of the Tower and see some action…

Cayde leans in, whispering, “Hey, take me with you. I hate this job…”

[local-fanfic-addict]

True Aim

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(Destiny Forsaken angst. Can be read as a self-insert, but was written with an OC. Not an X reader.)

Inspiration: What Could Have Been - Sting, Rey Chen

This is an alternate version to what actually happened in-game, which is why Vlairyn gets healing of any kind. I thought it would be cool to see the other side of the ending of Lightfall, that and honestly Vlairyn would have taken the shot at her ghost.

Trigger Warning - None

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Vlairyn’s walk through the tower courtyard was relaxing despite what had taken place mere days before her return to Earth. It was sprinkling, tiny droplets of rain gracing the dry concrete with the blessing of life, the clouds gray overhead as the Exo made her way onto the newly constructed platform of the Tower, a large Ironwood tree growing from the planter in its center; red leaves casting shadows over the shiny new memorial to her Vanguard, Cayde-6.

“A proper memorial” She thought. Not that the simple plaque of Ace that once sat engraved into the ground was by any means a bad tribute. After all, it was the best they could do with the Tower being in shambles, but this one, this brass bust of the Exo’s face, held his charming expression. She smiled, placing her hand on the top of his head in a relaxed manner as the rain began falling heavier around her.

“This was better.” She could feel herself shaking, trying to make herself believe her words as her mind wandered back to the events on Neptune and she felt the emptiness within her.

“Destroy it!” Caitle’s voice boomed to the left of Vlairyn’s head, sending a wave of panic through her body as she watched Goldie rise into the air towards the Veil and its swarming mass of color.

He had been fine seconds ago! Then he started spewing words that were not his own, like he had done before on Europa and now twice on Neptune. His voice was dark, deeper and more monotonous. Like he was possessed.

He was so close to it now, if he formed the link between the Veil and the Traveler, it was all over for Earth. Who knew if they would stand a chance against the Witness without the light.

Could she let that happen? Let Earth and the Traveler fall? It could mean the death of thousands of innocents, and they would all be on her hands if she didn’t take this shot. Civilians and Guardians alike would fall and death would be the victor once more. She had been too slow once before; did she have the courage to take the shot before it was too late?

She raised her gun, the familiar feeling of Ace in her hands as she gripped the hand cannon and placed her finger upon the trigger, the feeling of solar light rose within her, urging her to pull the trigger. It was mingled with the freezing cold of the Darkness, pushing her fingers away in order to save the Witnesses plan.

The feeling was too much, too mingled and muddy. She felt Cayde in the light, but the cold and emptiness simply amplified her feelings of loss. What she thought was his light was simply her own, attempting to fill the still present hole his death had left. It always had been.

“I can’t do it. I can’t live with this feeling any longer.”

“I’m sorry.”

The echo of Ace rang one more time in her ears, the blinding light of energy being destroyed surrounded her, blinding her as it had done once before.

In a split second her breath was ripped out of her chest, and she gasped, like the weight of an entire ocean had collapsed onto her body and was drowning it in icy cold water. When Gaul had taken the light from the Guardians and imprisoned the Traveler, it was like a haze had hovered over Vlairyn’s senses; akin to white noise from a television screen.

This was much different, whereas her light had been stifled before, now it was simply gone. As if it had never existed in the first place.

The sensation brought her violently to her knees before it was gone just as suddenly as it had occurred, leaving the faintly fading warmth of her light as the only thing she could feel.

The remains of her Ghost clinked against the metal ground as it fell, taking with it the warmth of her solar light in its final act as her connection to both the Traveler and the Darkness was severed in one fell swoop.

Ace fell from her hands, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief. There was no looming emptiness, and no reminder of Cayde but the gun that lay before her. No warring forces vying for her attention and power, she was out of the race, finally resigned to mortality.

Thus was her current situation on Earth as she found herself making her way into the Tower hanger, one of the few places she couldn’t find the courage to visit before as it was where Cayde had resided while working. His desk was still disheveled, though most likely it had been taken over by someone else in his absence. Crouching, she could still see the tiny messages he and others had left etched into the legs and underside. Mentions of her, the other Vanguard, Cayde’s chicken, and doodles of card suits brought a smile to her face.

These were good memories. Good reminders of Cayde in absence of his solar light. These ones she would hold onto.

She hummed thoughtfully, making her way back to her own workspace within her apartment. Her desk was cleaner, more trinkets on the shelves around it, the vines of potted plants hanging down the legs.

She took her knife from its holster and sat underneath the wooden desk, etching something of her own into the gray paint. She could feel the swell of sadness overtaking her, but with no torrents of light and dark it felt… bittersweet, unlike the rage and unrestrained outbursts it had brought before.

It felt right.

With a quick puff of air to blow away the sawdust, the simple depiction of Goldie made itself known. His round shell and wide eye full of curiosity staring back at the Exo.

“This is better.” Vlairyn spoke aloud to herself, placing the knife back into her holster and slipping out from under the desk. This time it was true conviction, something she believed, and it made her smile gently.

[unlucky-phantom]

Losing his spark: Cayde-6 x Solar Guardian reader

so, my first actual full fic. Don't get your hopes up, I've no idea if this is any good or makes any sense, tried to keep it as in character as possible. It's barely proofread and I'm only like 4 hours sleep so excuse any typos but fingers crossed it all makes some sense.

as always, have a good day lovlies and I hope you enjoy xoxox

WARNINGS: Death, injury detail, angst and violence under the cut, if you can't handle these please scroll away, I promise I'll write something fluffy and sweet.

Well, this wasn't going as expected.

Cayde and yourself had been trusted with what was supposed to be a simple in and out mission. Into the cabal stronghold, grab the intel (maybe shoot a few bad guys and look good doing it) then back to the tower in time for some piping hot ramen. His plan was flawless. or as you had called it "winging it".

Praise was reserved for quiet moments, whispers about how you were his favourite, how he had never seen such a bright solar spark in all his years at the tower, just so he could watch the blush bloom onto your cheeks and your smile. Oh, your smile, he would set aside what little pride and dignity he had to see it just once. You could point at any star in the night sky and if you asked, he would retrieve it for you. If only he had the guts to tell you this. He would eventually. He had plans, a clear summer night, hot ramen, something strong to drink with a nice kick. Just the two of you.

Well, you had always been overly cautious, but it worked surprisingly well for the pair of you. Cayde, the man with the plan and a slightly headstrong attitude and you, cautious and always with 6 back up plans. That's what he loved about you, of course, he wouldn't say that out loud, no, he had a reputation to maintain.

The mission was going well. the pair of you had crept into the cabal's stronghold unseen. Suspiciously easy. That's when all hell broke loose. The plan was lock tight. They shouldn't have known you were there but now both of you were up shit creek without a paddle...or a boat...or a life jacket. Someone must have tipped them off. Legionaries, phalanxes, gladiators, centurions, and war beasts surged out of every doorway and corridor. It was nothing either of you couldn't handle.

He thought.

As bullets flew the pair of you slowly drifted apart, swamped by cabal, the well-oiled machine the pair of you were when fighting started to rust. Soon you were just a distant blur of solar energy. His little firefly, his solar flare. He couldn't stand and watch though, as shot after shot was fired from his trusty hand cannon into the swam of red.

The ambush was thinning, he knew the pair of you would pull through you always did.

Then he felt it.

As if a part of his own light was ripped from his very being. A tidal wave that rocked the whole room, he had to catch himself from being thrown against the wall as the pure light that surged through the area bowled him over, knocking the wind out of him. No. Not you.

The red tide didn't stop, but the surprise of the explosion gave him the perfect window to see the despair as your ghosts shattered shell, lightless, scattered across the floor. The scream trapped in your throat as the gladiator speared you onto its cabal serverus blade, the stench of searing flesh permeating the air, the way your legs buckled, and body thudded against the floor as the gladiator kicked you off its blade.

The war beast that clamped down onto his left arm causing him to drop his hand cannon was first to feel his retribution. Snapping out of his trance he grits his teeth, throwing the war beast with such force it dented the steel wall behind him and grabbing ace he reloads and unleashes hell. Shot after shot echoed over the roaring screams of the cabal. Bones crunched, tendons snapped and popped until all that was left was the gladiator, your body at its feet in a gasping crumpled mess.

Cayde saw red. He doesn't know how many rounds he pumped into the gladiator. He doesn't remember ripping its jaw apart as he screams in pure unbridled anger. He doesn’t remember being beating it into a bloody unrecognisable mess.

The red tide was now a red sea. Cayde had spilt enough blood in his lifetime, and he would spill more in future. But now wasn't the time to dwell on his crimson-stained past.

It was Sundance who snapped him out of his anger, his body tense, chest heaving. "Cayde....they need you" Sundance says quietly.

Cayde is at your side in an instant, hand barely able to cover the ragged wound in your abdomen as he pulls you onto his lap. "No no no no no" he mumbles his hand instantly soaked in your blood. You had always been a paragon of strength, the pair of you often rough and tumbling in the tower, sparring in the training room, but now in his arms you felt fragile, body trembling as you gulped for air.

"h-hey" you rasped weakly a pained smile on your face. "We...we sure showed them."

He choked on his words "Yeah, we sure did”.

"I’m sorry"

Why were you apologising? You shouldn't be apologising. He should have been beside you; he should have been better; he should have done more. It should have been him. His thoughts fly a million miles an hour.

"Don't you dare apologise" he rasps, his voice synthesiser becoming more staticky.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have been more" you whisper, his hands stroke your hair as he rocks you gently.

"Wasn’t supposed to be like this. Was supposed to take you back home, treat you real nice" he growls in frustration. He couldnt loose you, not now. Not after there was so much he wanted to do, so many words left unsaid. He had saved so many cheesy pick up plines, so many date ideas, crimson day, festival of the lost, the dawning festival.

He had plans for every single one with you beside him. He removes your helmet, if he was going to say this if he was going to hold you in your final moments, he wanted to see those eyes he loved so much. the ones he would think about late at night, the ones he longed to see when he would turn in bed to the emptiness of cold sheets. Sheets that would remain cold. That would never see your warmth.

"Oh yeah? tell…Tell me about it" You begin to cough, and his arms tighten around you, he can feel the visceral rattling gurgle that accompanies each breath and he knows it will haunt him.

"Was gonna take you to that ramen spot in the city, you know, the really nice one in the city, has the pretty lanterns outside? yeah, I’d get you whatever you wanted, on me, really spoil you. Then I’d take you to our spot-"

"That little overlook on the city wall?" your voice, quiet and scratchy barely reaches his audio receptors.

He nods smiling through the pain to keep you relaxed, he had time to scream and shout and cry later, right now you were the only important thing "that's the one. Bring with us a little something to drink and watch the sunset. Maybe we would have a little slow dance under the stars. Always said I’d take you dancing one day didn't I?" the static in his voice was becoming more prominent as he had to force the words out, willing his body to stop trembling, trying to comfort you.

“Sounds nice”

“Then I'd tell you everything, everything I should have told you months ago” he mumbles burring his face in your hair, if he could cry he's sure he would be in floods, just another reason he despised his exo body.

“It's okay, I knew”.

“You knew?”

You weakly nod and struggle to put on a smile, bloody lips barely managing to up turn, your face was pale. You were fading fast, trickling through his fingers like sand and no matter how hard he tried it was like trying to catch water with a siv. “Always knew. I love you to”.

He can feel your faint heartbeat getting harder and harder to pick up under his blood-soaked fingers.

“I love you”.

Sundance didn’t have the heart to tell him they were already gone before he said those three words. She wasn’t ever going to tell him.

You knew.

You had always known.

Traveler help the poor bastard who tipped off the cabal about their arrival. Because no force within the known galaxy could protect them from Cayde-6

[oceaneyesinla]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Oh this was HARD but a lot of fun!

The People We Lost - Destiny 2, Cayde-6 x Female Guardian

Potentially the most niche fic I've ever written, but I absolutely love this one even years later. I was BIG into Destiny 2, and I was so attached to my Guardian. I still love her to this day, even though I don't play as much as I used to

Stress Cooking - JJK, Satoru x Suguru x OC

This was the first fic I posted to AO3 in YEARS. It's a little rough around the edges, and there's a couple of things I'd change about it, but it still makes me smile whenever I reread it

Helping Hand - Demon Slayer, Sanemi x Reader

This was the first x Reader fic I ever wrote, and I wrote it because I was absolutely miserable and needed some uncomplicated fluff. I'll get in a sneaky mention of I'm Here, too, because they both came about for the same reason

Reciprocal - Demon Slayer, Giyuu x Reader

Hands down my favourite thing I've written. I'm a little insecure about it, but I've got plans for a scene rewrite and another piece in the same universe, because I LOVE the way I wrote their relationship in this.

Fabric and Feelings - Demon Slayer, Sanemi x Reader

One of the longest fics I've written, and I like to think I captured Sanemi's character pretty well. I loved writing this, and it's another one that tentatively has another part planned, because I kinda want to explore the two of them actually getting together

[jaw-the-fandom-hopper]

Cayde: It’s really muggy today.

Guardian: If I go outside and all the mug are on the front lawn, I’m leaving you.

Cayde: *Nervously sips coffee from a bowl*