Spooks

I managed to put myself together for this moment, how? I'm not sure.

Everyone here saw me break down and cry for the past days. I'm still heartbroken, I'm not over it... it'll probably take me a long time to get over it. Destiny means so much for me and knowing its story ends like this is killing me.

I'm desperately holding onto hope and small news, trying to convince myself that it's not logical, that Sony will cave in and give us D3. I honestly feel delusional.

I won't stop making renders and drawings of this game, I'll keep playing around with my RP blog @ellis-the-lightguide and a future one I'm planning for Lady Crimson.

I'll stay here until my last days, all of you can be sure of this.

And to everyone who checked on me, thank you. You're all amazing people and I'm not sure how to repay your kindness, I hope for great thing to come to your lives because all of you deserve it. <3

Blue.

Why did it have to be blue?!

Of all the flavour popsicles you had to pick, you had to go and pick blue!

For some context, it was summer, and cayde had simply been minding his business (being a nosey little shit) at his post when all of a sudden there's a hand round his wrist pulling him quickly into the shadows, out of the hanger bay doors and out onto the ledges around the side of the business.

"HEY-Waaaaaiii-! Oh!"

Upon realising that the mystery kidnapper was in fact the guardian he had been thinking of, the exo relaxes.

"Well good afternoon to you to. Most people start with hello"

You grin, watching the vanguard brush the nonexistent dust off himself.

"Well, Zavala is in a meeting and ikora is off plant so I thought we could escape for a little while...you know, seeing as you're always begging me to 'take you with me'"

His exo plates mirror your grin as much as they'll allow, ignoring the heat in his systems at the fact your hand is very much still wrapped around his wrist.

"Alright, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?"

"Well first of all you need to lose all...that"

You gesture at his armour vaguely before you realise how your words come across.

"Wait-"

"Well, doll all you had to-"

"I didn't mean it like-"

"Was ask"

Cayde wasn't sure what he liked more, the pout at his teasing or the red flush creeping up onto your cheeks.

"What I meant was, you're going to be swarmed if you go into the last city like that...and get spotted by a goody two shoes warlock and reported to ikora quicker than a sparrow."

Cayde rubs his chin as he considers your words.

"True...Let's split. I'll meet you in the city park in an hour"

It was almost comical watching the 6 foot something hunter try and sneak his way through the shadows of the hanger.

He may excel at solar but he was going to need some invis practice.

♡Time skip♡

It was hot. Almost too hot but the fresh breeze carried most of the heat away.

Seeing as though there wasn't anything activity trying to kill you apart from the sun's rays you elected to wear a sundress. It was a thin cotton material, breathable and soft on your skin.

And definitely not something that was brewing particular thoughts about yourself and a certain hunter vanguard.

Before your thoughts can make friends with the gutter, a familiar voice reaches you.

"Tower to guardian. Come in guardian"

Turning, the sight before you surprises you somewhat.

It was a rarity to see Cayde out of his armour and you were not complaining in the slightest.

The exo had picked a pair of brown cargo shorts that reached his knees and a black hoodie which had the arms and most of the sides cut free. The gaps allowed for an unrestricted view of the black synthskin down his sides and a brief glimpse of the plates replacing his abdominal muscles.

It was a struggle to meet his eye because of the view but the exo was having just as much of a struggle. The sundress hugged your chest, flowing out as it got further down. Cayde was no prude and was well acquainted with the idea of sundress season.

It takes some effort but he pushes the thoughts of dragging you off some place hidden and finding out just what's hidden beneath the teasingly thin fabric.

"So, what's the plan?"

"I was thinking no plan...except maybe that"

You'd made a mental note on your way in, the tower ice-cream van parked by the entrance of the park. And if there was one person cayde couldn't say no to it was you.

"Alright...Ice creams on me"

You quickly discover 'ice creams on me' means cayde gets to flash his title as vanguard and score you both some free iced treats.

Finally somewhere secluded, a park bench away from all the crowds in a tiny glade you hadn't known about until cayde showed you, you both sit back and relax.

Cayde ice-cream lasted all of about 2 minutes, you're not sure if he simply inhaled it but he was happy and that was enough.

You on the other hand were still going at yours, a blue raspberry popsicle which chased away the heat from both the sun and being in close proximity to the man you had very quickly developed a rather large crush on.

And that's where we get to now.

Carde regretting and praising every choice he ever made, watching your lips wrap around the iced dessert that had his cock twitching to life in his pants.

Had he made sure to put the mod on when he got home to change in hopes it'd see some action...Yes. yes he did.

It was torture. The way your lips wrapped around the popsicle, sliding down slowly then back up. The pleased hum from your throat didn't help at all. Neither did the sight of the blue liquid of the melting treat running down your hand and your tongue chasing the droplet.

He was hard. He was so damn hard. And you? You were perfectly oblivious and he's not sure if that's better and worse.

He should probably hide the bulge in his pants but the sight of you slowly devouring your popsicle is too much for him to tear his optics away from.

The sound of his fans increasing in volume in a desperate attempt to cook his circuits is what brings you back to earth. All it takes is one look at him and it's very obvious what's happening.

"Do you...um...need help with that?"

Your own words surprise you but the undivided attention from cayde had a renewed confidence run through you.

"He-Help?"

Cayde shakes himself out of his thoughts, realising he's been caught red handed in his daydreaming. He glances down at the tent in his pants with a sheepish grin.

Now or never

He leans back into his seat, legs parting further.

"Wouldnt say no"

There's a flurry of movement. Your popsicle is dropped for something much more satisfying. Cayde fumbles with his fly before shoving the waistband of his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

It's enough to pause your actions, on your knees between his legs.

You had seen an exo cock before, they came in literally every shape and size and caydes was no different. Thee lights that dotter between his plates down his chest ran up the underside of his cock, mostly made out of black synthskin and blue silicon.

"Darlin' you don't gotta if you don-Ooh fuck!"

Caydes attempt to reassure you is interrupted as you run your tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. His body flops back into the bench, one hand resting on his lap, the other running down his face. He was no virgin but it had been a while. Since meeting you he didn't want to risk his chances of something more by sleeping around.

Precum beads at the tip of his cock, quickly lapped up by your eager tongue.

Sweet.

Really sweet.

You pull back, trying to register the taste on your tongue. Cayde looks down at you with a sheepish grin.

"Really? Caramel?"

He can't help but laughz holding his arms up in surrender.

"I thought it would be better than the realistic tasting stuffffffuck~"

Done with his talking, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, cheeks hollowing. His hips buck, trying to be on his best behaviour he forces them back against the bench.

"Y-you-Shit- you look so pretty down there."

The praise goes straight to your head, eagerness doubling down. You begin bobbing your head, each movement pushing you lips further and further down his cock till the tip hits the back of your throat. You resist the urge to gag, hand coming to wrap around the rest of his cock that wouldn't fit.

It would eventually with plenty of practice.

Your thighs squeeze together, the sticky sweet taste of Caydes precum coating your tongue, more and more with each movement.

Above you, the hunter vanguard is struggling, he didn't want to rush you but the image of you spit covered lips struggling to take more of his cock would forever be etched into the fibers of his being.

How many times had he imagined this?

How many times had he laid in his bed at night, one hand wrapped round his cock, the other holding his datapad with your pictures on the screen?

Showers spent imagining you bent over every surface in his apartment?

And now there you were, on your knees with his cock between your lips.

His hand snakes into your hair, fingers grabbing gently at the strands. He tells himself it's just to anchor himself but the way he begins tugging your head back onto his cock and the way his hips thrust up speak differently.

"Look at you~ so f-fffucking pretty on your knees for me, doll. Any-anyone could walk past and-and see you taking my cock"

The thought shoots through you like electricity, moaning around his cock as you let him use your mouth as his own personal toy.

"Oh you like that don't you? Diiiirty little thing"

His movements grow more and more eager, spit slowly dripping down the length you cant fit in your mouth and making a mess of his balls and boxers.

Your panties are soaked, you can feel them pressed against your slit but you couldn't care less, the weight of his cock against your tongue had your brain turning off. Nothing mattered but him and the sweet taste of his cock.

It's not long until every movement, every lock of your tongue up his cock, every bob of your head, every hollow of your cheeks pulls a needy whine or a restrained grunt.

Steam quietly snakes out from between his mouth plates, his optics flickering as his systems struggle to keep up.

"D-Darlin'-F-fuck-Shit im-im cl-Fuck!!"

His toes curl, back arching as he pulls you as far down his cock as he can without hurting you. Hot sweet caramel synthetic cum floods your mouth and it's all you can do tow swallow. The sensation of your throat working around him only prolongs his climax, rope after rope hitting the back of your throat.

After a minute or two, the hand in your fair loosens, falling to his lap as he laughs deleriously.

"Travelers light...I...I did not expect that today...you okay?"

The fuzziness from his cock heavy against your tongue fades slowly, fighting to get your breath back. You looked the picture of debauchery, hair a mess, lips and chest not covered by your dress covered in a mix of spit and cum. It takes a moment to register he's asked a question, you nod slowly.

"Ye-Yeah..."

"Good...because we're not done. Get up here" Cayde purrs with a sly flint in his eye.

"Oh god! Fuck-Please-I-i can't!"

He'd had a long, long day.

Paper work.

Chasing after hunters.

Far too many meetings that could have been emails.

Far too many important choices and people replying on him to make the right ones.

Crow was exhausted mentally. He just needed...a break. He needed to relax he needed-

"Please! Please! I-i-F-Fuck I can't!"

The awokens desperate pleas echo through his bedroom, the sound of skin against skin almost as loud as his cries.

The strand around his wrists, pinning them to the corners of the bed hadn't been there when you'd started but he couldn't keep his hands to himself after a while, despite being told to. Apparently that's what happens when you get ridden through one orgasm. You were barely holding on yourself after your own but he looked so pretty begging for more and less, tears in his glazed over eyes.

Crow watches you like a hawk, amber eyes half lidded and his cheeks a vibrant purple thanks to the blood rushing to them. You were so tight around him, he was so pent up it was an embarrassingly short time before his back was arching and he was painting your insides white.

"You can. You can do it for me can't you? Hold on a little longer. Be a good boy"

There was your mistake. Those two words. The broken crying only gets louder. You can feel his thighs trembling with the climax rushing through him. He'd always had a weakness for praise. Especially from you. You'd learnt that very early on when you'd teasingly called the vanguard a "good boy" and he turned night purple and excused himself quickly with a poorly hidden bulge in his pants.

His cock twitches inside you with every rope of cum. There was less than the first but you were impressed he'd managed another.

You finally slow to a stop, settling on his lap with him still buried to the hilt inside you. Crows chest heaves in tandem with yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. As you do you admire the dark pink lines across his chest left by your nails.

"The...The st-strand...please"

The green rope like structures retract and fade away, leaving the vanguards arms free again to settle on your hips.

"Are you...okay? It wasn't too much was it?"

"Are you kidding? That-That was...fuck...ask me again when I can think" he laughs deleriously. "That was perfect...Shower?"

"Shower. I'll get us food ordered...I love you"

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