Rockstar!ayn Brainrot Is So Real

rockstar!ayn brainrot is so real

rockstar!ayn headcanons ahead

rockstar!ayn who carves your initial on his electric guitar

rockstar!ayn who writes songs dedicated to you and you ONLY

rockstar!ayn who has all his attention on you while performing on stage

rockstar!ayn who has late night car rides with you

rockstar!ayn who is willing to perform as many songs for you as you like

rockstar!ayn who takes you to concerts of your favorite band and holds your hand in the crowd, not letting you go

rockstar!ayn who will always love you <3

i did not realize i forgot to post this sooner 😭

but anywayssssss MC edit yippee!!

Attack on Empire

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: The Empire set its sights on another planet. It should’ve been an easy harvest; the planet wasn’t technologically advanced, nor did it have any special value to the Empire. The only thing of note would be the strength of emotion the inhabitants of the planet had.

And yet, this planet would prove to be the Empire’s greatest threat.

- AO3 link !

Thanks to KaiyoAzuma+ all the people in discord who took part. Kaiyo, legit, my dude, you are a genius.

Taglist: @food-lover9000 , @thenyxsky , @norieoncrack , @xcerizex , @xbalayage special mention: @celamoon , @41lobsters

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

The first attack was sudden and utterly unexpected. In the midst of a perfectly peaceful day, the sky darkened and destruction rained down upon the cities of Earth. People cried out in despair in the face of a foreign invasion, pleading for their lives; pleading for mercy.

But to the Empire, this fleeting desperation was merely a footnote in their long journey to collect energy from other planets to expand. To them, this was a routine occurrence – the planet had nothing special to offer, no unique material nor capability that would prove useful in the future, save for the strong emotional power the inhabitants had. Thus, the planet would be harvested; sucked dry, and destroyed.

Yet amongst the rubble and destruction, in the face of this unknown danger, it wasn’t so unknown to a certain group of people.

***

BASE: LBC-0428

Trip of Inspiration

***

“Move it, people! We need to get all the personnel files out of here, and then get ourselves out of here, ASAP!” In an underground base, an authoritative voice rang out.

Traveler ID: 0067437579

MazaRin

Communications Department

Commander of LBC-0428

MazaRin’s voice cut clear above the clamor of papers, slammed filing cabinets, and rush of people darting back and forth to clear out the base. Above, a distant explosion sounded, and the base shook as yet another bomb detonated within the stone walls. Rhythmic footsteps echoed through the halls as the Empire’s robotic soldiers entered one by one. Despite the sound of gunshots, each person moved with purpose, calm and never panicked.

Watching over the evacuation was a woman bracing a gun as she peered around a corner to spot any approaching enemies.

Traveler ID: 0033950733

Mayee

Combat Department - Trainee

Upon seeing the first soldier turn into the hallway, she aimed and quickly released a round of bullets, ducking back behind cover as the robot was destroyed. Behind her, the noise started to lessen as the other members of the base made their way out.

The air outside was crisp, with a faint smell of gunpowder lingering in it. Once she determined that everyone else had evacuated, she backed up and defended them from getting snuck up on by the encroaching soldiers.

Up in front of everyone evacuating, MazaRin raised a hand to the communication device by her ear.

“Yeah, we’ve got all the papers; we’re outside now. Got any directions?”

“You should head down towards the river and regroup with Rozuliette at Seasonal Hunt,” The operator on the other side of the line responded. “From what our observers are saying, they’re trying to surround the base and trap you all in, but cutting across the block should let you avoid most of them.”

Traveler ID: 0486872070

cressie

Communications Department

cressie, one of the most talented, and persuasive members of the Communications Department, provided MazaRin with the details. MazaRin nodded, taking note of what cressie said. Gesturing to the people behind her, she silently guided them down the route recommended by cressie.

“You’ve got a few robots about 500 meters ahead of you, right around the corner at about a 60 degree angle.” cressie said. “You can probably snipe them from a good angle, there aren’t any other robots close enough to interfere.”

MazaRin held up a hand, telling the people behind her to hold still. Creeping through an alley, she braced her sniper rifle against a dumpster, the five robots in the street easily visible from her position.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five quick shots, and they were all taken care of. MazaRin gestured everyone forward, the small group moving as a well-protected unit with MazaRin in the front and Mayee bringing up the rear. Seasonal Hunt wasn’t too far away, but it was still quite a distance for a group to travel on foot while trying to avoid enemy attention.

The group was about halfway across the road when cressie suddenly spoke up, alarm in her voice.

“Hold on- there are a lot of robots coming your way- find some shelter quick-!”

The warning came too late as smoke bombs exploded around them, cutting off their vision and causing some people to choke on the smog.

“Everyone, get down! Stay low!” MazaRin called out, trying to sweep away the smoke. The sound of gunshots rang out as Mayee and the other Combat Department members began trying to shoot out into the smoke at targets they couldn’t see.

“Hang in there, I’ve sent reinforcements your way, they should get there soon!” cressie relayed amidst the chaos.

MazaRin was about to respond, but her words got interrupted when a shadow lunged for her out of the corner of her eye, barely managing to avoid the robot that tried grabbing her throat. A swift roundhouse kick and a bullet put it down, but that left her open as another robot tackled her to the ground, restraining her.

The sound of clanking metal echoed, announcing the arrival of more robots. The screech of metal on metal and sound of gunfire died down as various thuds, groans, and exclamations of pain announced that the other Combat Department members were taken down as well.

When the smoke cleared, the group was on the ground, outnumbered by the several robots encircling them. Guns were pointed at them in clear threat as some robots began to collect the papers in the hands of the party. Once collected, the robot holding MazaRin hauled her to her feet, dragging her away from the rest of the group.

“Keep the leader. We don’t need the rest,” one of the robots ordered. The clicking of guns echoed in the barren street.

However, that wasn’t the only noise. A humming noise in the distance was steadily getting louder, approaching the combat site. The robots paused, evaluating the new potential threat. Seeing the robots distracted, MazaRin took the opportunity to throw her weight to the side, kicking the robot at its legs. It did not let her go, but it did get stunned by the sudden movement. Detecting the movement, the other robots turned their head towards MazaRin, preparing to attack. At the same time, Mayee brought up her gun, taking advantage of the diversion of her captor’s attention.

Bang! Bang!

The two robots who were holding them were downed with a bullet directly at their core. The other robots aimed at the two, but stopped as they heard the soft rumbling of an engine coming from above. They all looked up, and the sound of an engine revving grew ever closer. The robots held fire for a moment, waiting for the new enemy to show up.

The next moment, a motorcycle crashed down on a robot from above, as the driver of the motorcycle turned the bike sideways to ensure maximum area of impact in the collision against the ground. The robots switched their targets to the two newcomers, while MazaRin and Mayee smiled to themselves.

Traveler ID: 0218562825

Iacie

Support Department - Transportation

As the bike skidded across the ground, Iacie revved the engine, sending the motorcycle speeding around the group to avoid the gunfire from the robots.

“Never fear, the cavalry's here!” Sam cheered enthusiastically as she shot down a group of robots with her M4A1. The sound of mechanical firing rung in the air as the bullets dropped to the ground one by one.

Traveler ID: 0101261071

Sam

Combat Department

She then jumped off the motorcycle right as lacie brought up the front tire to wheelie a robot and swiped out her Renetti, dual-wielding both her firearms. Loud blasts of gunfire echoed through the streets, along with the constant beeping of the robots accompanied by the zapping noises of their guns.

MazaRin sat up, her back pressed against a building, watching as the group hastily collected the paper strewn across the street. Mayee collected a handful of the papers and put them in a file, before she scurried off towards MazaRin.

“Are you alright, Commander?” Mayee asked, a subtle tone of jest present in her question.

MazaRin understood that, she rolled her eyes before replying, “Besides the bruised ankle, I'm fine, Mayee.”

Mayee nodded and looked at the duo which were still shooting down the robots. Sam shot down the robots one after another; the continuous sound of bullets hitting against the metal mixed with her boisterous laughter almost made her seem like a madwoman – and an efficient one at that. Meanwhile, Iacie calmly assisted Sam. Iacie’s shots were precise; smoothly hitting the robots’ central processor – taking them down with a single shot.

“MazaRin, do you copy?” The familiar voice of the operator rang out again.

“Yeah, yeah, copy that, Lobster,” MazaRin replied with a soft sigh.

“Hope there aren't many casualties, MazaRin! Did the reinforcements reach you?”

Traveler ID: 0033949701

lobster

Communications Department

Enthusiastic as ever, lobster screamed into the microphone. MazaRin had to wince after hearing that message from him.

“Yes, they did, lobster,” MazaRin chuckled. “Don't worry.”

The sounds of gunfire receded, and a loud exclamation followed–

“Woooo!!” Sam exclaimed, laughing soon after kicking out the decapitated head of a poor robot. “That was fun. Wasn't it, Iacie?”

lacie softly hummed in approval. “Where's the Commander?”

Sam pointed towards the direction where MazaRin was and walked over to her, and Iacie followed. “Evening, MazaRin. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I'm alright.” MazaRin tried to stand up, her hand on the lamppost beside her, trying to balance herself. “Aside from the slight injury, that is.”

Iacie noticed the injury and added, “It's alright. Just a small bruise.”

“Yeah, hop on the motorbike, we'll get you to the base,” Sam replied.

“Thank you, guys. But what about the others?” MazaRin pointed towards the other members.

As the Commander of the base, it was MazaRin’s task to look after all of them. And that's what she did. All of the members looked up to her as a mother figure; caring and kind, but also practical and calculative when it came to making any moves. And, being the Commander, it was almost natural for her to womder how Iacie would be able to transport all of them to the Seasonal Hunt base.

“Let me call for some extras,” Sam said, putting a hand on her communication device. “Yeah, we need some transport backup, please!”

“Damn, didn't cressie already send some backups?”

Traveler ID: 0487003662

Norie

Communications Department

“Yeah, but we need more to transport the others as well,” Sam added.

“Alright, fine, don't worry,” Norie replied. “Gonna ask cressie to send some more…”

“Thanks, Norie!” Sam put her hand down and looked at MazaRin. “Extra backups are on their way! But first, let's get you and Mayee to the base.”

lacie helped MazaRin get on the bike, then Sam hopped on. MazaRin looked at Mayee for a moment, ordering her to stay with the members before the backups arrived. And with that, the three of them drove through the abandoned streets.

MazaRin watched the scene nearby. Broken buildings scattered around the city, ruins of cars and vans remained ignored on the sidewalks. A cold air blew past, wafting the smell of gunpowder and asphalt. The countries across the world were destroyed within minutes of the arrival of the Empire – leaving no traces behind. Despite causing a ruckus across the world, they didn't manage to destroy one city; the city of Luxmond Bay, where the “Resistance Army” resided.

Compared to the heavy, professional armies the other sovereign nations had, the Resistance was nothing. They didn’t have powerful weapons; the ones they had now were simply foraged, or gifted by anonymous assisting organizations. The only reason they had survived until this long in combat was sheer luck. Every time the Empire launched an attack on them, they simply scurried from one base to another, like a little mouse escaping a cat’s deathtrap. It was only a matter of time until the group would fall into the Empire’s trap; it was inevitable, and they knew it – yet, they tried their best to keep their world from falling into the Empire's hands.

After all, each and every single one of them had protected other worlds from the Empire as the “Main Character” of a game, and they, too, wanted to keep their home safe.

That game was also the one thing that got them this far. It was their common ground; the basis of their first communication, their greatest defense, and the ultimate secret to keep from the Empire.

The motorbike reached another desolate part of the city. The moss and vines growing in the cracks and on the walls of the ruined buildings gave off its seclusion. The bike took a turn, entering a dingy alleyway. It bumped against the cobblestone pathway and endeavored forward until it reached a dead end. The pathway ended at a cliff, overlooking the vast desert beneath. The nearby river provided a much-needed source of water, and a cover of noise.

Sam got off the bike and helped MazaRin get down, though she insisted she was fine and could walk in by herself. lacie parked the bike near the alleyway, to avoid any suspicion. Then, they walked by the edge, over to a building covered in vegetation.

Walking in, their footsteps echoed throughout the empty, abandoned place. They came to a stairwell covered by a signboard reading “Under Construction”, but ignored it, and continued downward. The further they went, the louder the sound of chatter, clamors, and mechanical typing got.

"after all, between the two of us, i'm the dangerous one" is the fucking funniest otome love interest/mc dynamic i've seen in a while

True North [Cael/Reader]

Request from @celiciaa but i accidentally deleted it from my inbox "“I Won’t Let You Be Hurt Anymore.” FOR MY BBG CAEL <3" (SOWWY)

3666 | CW: Female bodied reader, first time (reader and suitor), lost of virginity, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, cockwarming, post-coitus crying (cael)

It didn’t take special powers to see how conflicted he was.

It was clear in how Cael’s gaze dropped from yours, how his lips would part for words he had prepared only for them to never exist past that. His hands are cold in yours, his hair damp from the snow outside, long since melted and yet still cold, frozen to the core. Not from the weather, no it’s more than that.

He doesn’t allow himself these feelings.

He never allows himself to think too hard on how you’re a bit more special than others. Or how he enjoys your warmth, or the way the sound of your voice sends his heart racing. He doesn’t think too hard, either, about how he will drop everything to rush to your side if he feels as though you need him. Often times he finds you didn’t need him, and yet he’s restless anyway when you are not in his sight, not in his arms.

Cael doesn’t admit those things.

It’s him simply reacting to your thoughts and your needs.

He tells himself that despite knowing he hasn’t used his powers on you in a long, long time.

He’s been tempted to. Any time he finds your face streaked with tears, any time you can’t quite get those feelings out that’s troubling you — he wants to find what causes it and to chase it away with the perfectly sculpted words that he can give you. They are not genuine, but sometimes he feels as though that doesn’t matter as long as you’re smiling.

Cael knows this is because he doesn’t understand human emotions, not properly. And especially not the one that makes your face light up on seeing him, the emotion that drives you into his arms, to inhale his scent deeply, and to keep holding onto his hand no matter how icy cold it is.

No matter how stained in blood.

He’s never given that thought in the past, either.

He carried out his mission. It was why he existed.

But now there’s a guilt to it.

Because it’s hurting you.

Putting you on the opposite side to him, living countless realities where he’s broken you over and over and over… and over, and over— again on repeat. Living in his head, unforgettably etched onto his heart, scars that won’t fade and he doesn’t understand why.

Why?

Why do you make him act so illogically?

Why is it that anything that could cause your smile to fade is so reprehensible to him that he’s found himself hating his own existence more and more?

There’s a human emotion to this.

But Cael doesn’t let himself think about it too hard.

Instead he swallows thickly and licks his lips, pulling away from you for distance. It’s easier to think, to make the right choice, when he doesn’t want to forget everything and melt into your warmth. Your eyes follow him, stripping him and exposing things he’s tried desperately to bury. Any longer here and he just might forget himself.

One more step away from you, and you’re certain you’ll lose him forever this time. Cael will escape from you, he’ll tell himself he’s being disloyal to himself… and that will be that. You’ve seen it a lot recently the isolation he’s put himself into. He doesn’t allow himself warmth or happiness, comfort, small joys — things which make him genuinely smile. That smile, that pure from the bottom of his heart smile, has changed recently. It’s full of regret, of awareness that he’s too far gone to an emotion he won’t name.

But god do you want him to name it.

You want nothing more than for him to give in, to take you into his arms and kiss you until you see the stars.

Cael never will though.

And this time, if he leaves out the door and returns into the building blizzard, you know you’ll never even get a glimpse of his back again.

The idea brings a panic into you, it sends your heart clamouring and your breath trying desperately to escape but only catching in your throat. You won’t be alone without him, you have everyone else — but you’re certain you’ll feel worse than alone.

Lost.

Cael has always been there gently guiding you, not to his own whims, but to the sound of your heart. Supports you despite knowing it’ll cause problems for himself, he’s always been selfless in this. Never once has he allowed himself what he truly wants. A compass. Pointing you always to true north.

At some point, he has become your true north.

The things you want are always him. Cael is always there at the forefront of your mind when you wish to share joy, to share laughter, to share your pain and sadness, when burdens are too much he is always there and he always comforts you and puts you back on track. You wonder if he’s realised how your priorities have shifted, he must have, that must be why he’s intending this to be the last time.

Of course, you disagree with that.

Determination flares in your stomach, hot and thick as though you’ve swallowed strong alcohol. You reach for him, grabbing his wrist before he can slip out of your grasp and he looks at you, his soft coloured eyes brimming with a silent plea for you to not.

If you do what you’re intending to, it will change everything.

If Cael is honest, something he’s found himself not being recently, he wants you to. He’s lost in his own confusion, his own doubts, and so sure that self inflicted loneliness is the only way forward that he can’t think anymore. If you have a better solution, if, perhaps, you have the map he needs to understand just where he should go and what he should do next, then he wants to indulge in them.

For the first time, Cael finds himself wanting answers he can’t give himself.

That human emotion he doesn’t dare name boils as your fingers slip to link with his, his eyes flicking down. Your hands are smaller than his and it’s not the first time he’s noticed how well they fit his.

Some humans have a ridiculous notion that people can be made for one another. Soulmates, they call it. That, despite all of time and distance, they will find each other and find that everything about them fits so perfectly to each other that being with each other is as easy as breathing, and being without is like losing the very air in your lings. It’s a crazy idea, at least, he’s always thought that before.

But when he marvels at your hands, at how they fit him, and how any time you hug him your body seems to fit him, too, he can’t help but feel a fondness for that human hope.

It’s impossible, Cael tells himself, if the very concept existed, you would be a better fit for someone else. Not him. Desperately he wants to severe this connection, to rid you of your ties to him, to cast them aside and to free you, but selfishly he doesn’t allow himself.

When did he become so… human?

Perhaps sensing the brief hesitation, the small second he gives into his wants, you close the gap. This time, rather than him holding you and comforting you, you pull him into your arms pulling his head against your chest and cradling him as though he’s the most precious thing to ever exist. He’s startled at first, you can tell by how he stiffens, how his breath entirely stops, and then his arms wrap around you.

“I can’t stand by any longer, Cael,” you breathe, your voice quiet, only for the pair of you. Should anyone else hear perhaps it’ll shatter the illusion you’re building for you both. The illusion that you’re both here, human, and that this will be easy. “Not while you deny yourself what you want. I can’t let you… be hurt anymore! Not so alone.”

You’d wanted to remain composed, to make him understand that if he’s too far gone then so are you and that leaving you alone here won’t do anything but break two hearts rather than join them. Instead you find your voice wavering, tears streaming down your face, and yourself clinging to him. He has no direction for you this time, your destination is in your arms, held tenderly and yet with no space for him to leave you for a moment.

“Why do you go so far for me?”

Why?

You laugh weakly. “You’re so obtuse, Cael.”

He lifts his head to stare at you, his face so adorably confused that you can’t help the stronger laughter that builds and bubbles until it cracks from your tear stained lips.

“It’s called love.”

There it is.

The thing he tried to ignore, the one thing he desperately did not want to name for fear that, if he did, it would create a point of no return. A line to cross; his desire or who he is. Funny, though, is that he finds the two things more intermingled. The more he gives into his desires, the more he allows himself to believe that he can belong in your arms, that love is something you can both share, the more he feels that is who he is.

Perhaps, all along, he had been born simply to be at your side in the way he so desperately, truly wants.

More than anything he’s ever wanted.

Suddenly, he feels as though he can’t quite help himself.

His lips brush yours once. Brief.

And then it’s too much and he wants more.

Cael’s kiss is rough and unpractised. There’s an innocence to it, and you’re certain he’s scolding himself for being unskilled at the one thing that, right now, he probably wants to be the master at. Yet you find it endearing, and it makes you love him more; because right now he’s vulnerable to you. This is who he is underneath it all, there’s no tricks, no magic, no special powers, or magical worlds.

Just a man who doesn’t know how to love trying desperately to do so.

His hands, too, gentle as they are, are clumsy as they run up your sides. It would be easy to read how you feel, to react accordingly but that wouldn’t make you happy, would it? And, he’s been doing so well around you recently, to just be himself and to make you smile without any of his usual tricks. But he doesn’t want to hurt you and it’s that doubt that makes him pull back.

You chase him, your lips capturing his and your body so pressed against his that it sends you falling down into a heap on the floor. Of course, he is quick to make sure he’s below you, that you’re not hurt in any way. He’s beautiful, you think, catching your breath as you sit atop his stomach.

Cael’s hair is sprawled below him like a bed of flowers, the moonlight making each silver strand seem fragile almost. Perhaps he is right now, innocent and vulnerable and entirely unsure of what to do. He’s not very good at being human, and this is the first time he’s so wished that was all he was.

“Don’t think too hard,” you whisper, placing your hands on his chest.

He raises a hand to sit on yours. The chill from earlier seems to be fading, slowly, but it’s going. There’s a warmth there which is unfamiliar recently, and you find yourself gripping his shirt. Fear consumes you, what if he’s indulging you and he will just leave again. Forever this time.

Guilt briefly comes over his face as he squeezes your hand. He knows that look on your face, he’s seen it many times, but this is the first time it’s made him feel like this. If this goes any further he knows he can never leave. Cael can’t do that to you, he can’t give you promises of love conveyed in soft kisses, tender touches, and hushed moans of each others names, and then leave you.

And not even because it’ll hurt you.

Cael gulps deeply and tugs you slightly so you fall closer to him, his lips instantly capturing yours. This time the kiss has confidence to it and an edge to it as he tries to convey the feelings to which he has no words for.

He can’t leave you after this because it’ll hurt him more than anything ever has done.

His hands, unused to showing love like this, slide up your shirt to rest on your bare skin. You burn under his touch and he finds himself craving more. Your chest is supple, soft as Cael places his hand over your heart and his gaze drops to the shape under your clothing as he gives your breast a gentle squeeze.

Your breath hitches and your eyes close.

The simple, innocent reaction sends heat between his legs and he finds himself growing more and more needing of this. Everything is silent and still apart from the sounds of your lips, the way you breathe his name as his soft fingers find your nipple and playfully pinch. It’s an experimental touch and it makes him arch his own back at how your moans make him feel.

This time you’re aware of his arousal, feeling how his trousers have become strained. Neither of you really know what you’re doing, but your body begs you to give into instinct and you do. Your hand reaches back to undo his trousers and Cael’s sharp gasp fills the air with the sound of the buttons of your blouse coming undone. You wore no bra this evening having not expected company at all, and your bare chest is soon on display for him. The cold air makes you shudder and you reach back, freezing when you feel his hardness through his underwear.

This is the moment where you can still stop and you meet his gaze, almost certain you’ll find a sadness and a distance there that you’ve come used to, but instead in its place, you find a tender heat. There’s an all consuming gentleness to the way he looks at you which chases the last of your doubt away and you slip your hand through the waist band of his confines.

Cael gasps again as you grip his cock. His reactions tell you what to do as you pump your hand along his shaft; your name spills from his lips, strangled gasps, and he digs his fingers into your soft flesh trying to find any purchase he can to keep himself grounded. Cael’s back arches and you feel a wetness on your hand as you continue; this time coating his length in the slick, sticky liquid.

“Stop,” he breathes. “I need-”

“Cael?”

Before you can blink he has your positions switched and he’s above you. From this spot you can see his length and you gulp thickly, unable to stop yourself licking your lips. He’s thick, long, too and the moisture coating his cock makes him all that more tempting.

He has no hesitation anymore as his lips find your breast, as they wrap around one of your nipples and suck. You arch into his kiss and he slips a hand behind you to support you and keep you close to him. Cael places a knee between your thigh, his free hand moving between the waist band of your pyjama bottoms to unlace them and pull them down. His gaze focuses on the way your cheeks flush, the way your lips utter his name like a prayer for salvation, and his hand presses against the wet spot on your panties he instantly finds. You gasp, eyes wide and a mewling coming from you.

He knows from the thoughts of others that he needs to prepare you for him, after all he doesn’t want to hurt you. The only cries he wants are of pleasure, he wants your name filling his ears from ecstasy and from greed for more and more of him. Quickly removing your underwear, he returns his fingers to your wet folds and rubs against them a few times before he slips a single finger inside of you. He’s gentle and slow and you find yourself gripping to him for more. A second finger and you buck against him, a third and you’re gasping and panting.

At the fourth your gaze is so filled with lust that Cael almost loses the last of his composure. His fingers withdraw and he grips his own length to coat himself with your wetness and his. He wonders if he should ask you if this is okay, but as he opens his mouth he finds no sound comes out and he blinks, gaze falling from yours almost with shame.

“Hey…” you breathe, reaching a hand up to place on his cheek, to guide him back to looking at you. “I love you. I want you. I want you to make love to me.”

Cael’s heart pounds and all other sounds seem to fade away. He slips his tip inside of you, your nails digging into his back with a beautiful pain as you cry out. Your back arches and you stretch in his embrace, his lips finding your neck as he slowly pushes more and more of himself inside of you. It’s not enough, though, and he removes his shirt so he can feel all of your skin against all of his.

As he presses your body against his he fully enters you, and you gasp out, shaking your head as you try to gain some composure. Cael is there to soothe your tears like always, this time he kisses them away. When you give him a nod he gives one gentle rock of his hips, pulling the most beautiful of sounds from your lips.

He needs more of that, craves more of it in a way so natural to him that he’s surprised he’s never felt it before. How has he lived without seeing you beneath him like this? So sensitive to his touch, writhing and mewling his name, gripping at him as he rocks against you, joined in the most complete and intimate of ways. Your legs are tangled together, your own pulling him closer and Cael grunts when he fills you up deeper.

“More,” you breathe out. “I need… more of you, Cael.”

“Can you… take it?”

“I need release,” you gulp down, letting your hands raise up to brush some of his hair from his face.

Cael takes your hands in his and brings them to his lips, his gaze never drops from yours and you swear you almost come undone from such a simple act of love. It’s only when he lets his body lie entirely atop yours, when your hands are held above your head, fingers linked as though they were always meant to be, that you realise you can feel so, so much more love for him.

You move with him this time, both of you desperately seeking each others high. Moans of each others name fill the quiet space, the sound of bodies joining, and the lewder wetter sounds of his hips joining yours — yet you can’t find yourself to feel embarrassed by that. The way his thick cock enters you and pulls out is intoxicating and you soon find yourself clutching his hands tightly, gasping out his name —

Cael moans loudly when your walls grip him and he spills himself within your walls not long after, all restraint gone. Yet he finds even as both of you come down from your highs, he can’t bare to withdraw from you. He wants to retain the connection, and so as he lays down beside you, he gently moves you so you can lie atop him. You moan softly, sensitive, as his cock remains inside of you, but as his arms wrap around you and his lips come to your forehead, you find yourself almost overcome with an emotion.

“Cael-”

His breath cuts you off, it’s shaky, something you’re not used to from him, and you look up in worry, scared that perhaps you’d hurt him. Instead you find himself blinking back tears. “Cael…?”

“I love you,” he whispers, taking your face in both of his hands. “I love you.”

Words that you never thought you’d hear from him fill your senses and you find your eyes stinging, too. Perhaps the whole situation is too much and you both find yourself laughing, crying, as you remain close to each other.

“I love you too, Cael. I’d be lost without you.”

He’s quiet and for a few moments as you listen to his racing heart, you wonder if he’s fallen asleep.

“I was always lost whenever I left you.”

Cael’s words are quiet, for you only, and you wrap your arms around him tightly, silently vowing that no longer will you leave him alone. Everything from now on you’ll do hand in hand, side by side, made for each other and no one else.

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One last song

asking ayn to play one more song for you before the night ends

summary: you watch ayn play his electric guitar w chase atlantic in the bg (meddle about, church, slow down, whatever CA song you can think of)

his fingers pressed firmly on the strings, his eyes remained fixed on the guitar, not glancing anywhere else. it was almost as if everything around him had stopped the moment he picked up the guitar.

you aren’t even surprised he knows how to play the guitar, he plays the piano after all so it would be child’s play for him to learn another instrument.

as you watched him from your chair, you couldn’t help but smile as he placed all his focus on the guitar. the way his fingers danced on the strings easily captivated you.

with each nimble gesture, you found yourself forgetting the world around you slowly.

you would’ve painted the beautiful scenery before you if you had broughten your canvas with you-

the sky had already gone dark after he had finished. you felt his piercing gaze on you. you took a breath in, finally gaining the courage to ask him the question you’ve been dying to ask after he finished playing.

“could you- play one more song, please?”

note: This is actually my first time writing character/reader + im sorry if it might be a little ooc,, so pls excuse my terrible writing