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andersonlore · 5 months

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abby loves watching you ride her strap. your pretty little face contorting in pleasure, whispering her name softly as she makes you work for it. bouncing on her cock like your life depended on it, but the frustration clearly written all over your face. she would cockily rest her palms under her neck for support as she would just watch as you tried, but failed, to make yourself come without with her touch. without her sweet and sultry voice talking you through it. it’s what she would for you when she fucked you, but you decided to be mean at dinner, and now she’s punishing you for it.

the rhythm was off and you knew it. it felt good enough, but not nearly enough to to get you there. you even tried tweaking your own nipples to feel something more than what you were getting, but abby swatted your hand away. you were begging, leaning over so you were desperately pleading in her ear. confessing you needed her, apologized for being a brat, but she didn’t move an inch. your lips found home on her neck, trying to break her, but there was no breaking abby anderson.

she taunted you, asked if you wanted her to start fucking you. if you needed her to play with your clit with the fingers you love so much. she called you pathetic, useless — not good enough to get off on your own. always needing her touch to get where you needed to be. she reprimanded you for acting like a spoiled brat, embarrassing her in front of her friends. she would make you pay for it. she’d make sure you were so fucked out, you’d be begging for her to stop.

#this….is a thing #lesbian #wlw sapphic #rayne writes #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x poc reader #abby fanfiction #abby x reader #abby fanfic #abby anderson smut #dom!abby anderson #dom!abby

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wwerhea · 9 months

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A FLOWER BORN IN HEAT.

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. rhea fucks you.

tags. this is literally just smut. dom!rhea. sub!reader. blurb vibes. wlw.

warnings. eighteen plus — sexual content, penetration (strap use), dirty talk, mommy kink.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Rhea purred clearly content with the view. It was all she needed all fucking week. The sweet honey located between your thighs. She dreamed of it. Having to fuck herself with the vibrator you gifted her but, at the end of it, she was only whining for you.

Now, she finally was where she was dying to be. Strong hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the delicate skin. “You’re being so loud tonight, babygirl. Did you miss Mami?”

The only thing you could offer was soft yes, unable to utter anything else. Her pace was ruthless, fucking into you, the strap she wore filled you to the hilt.

“This pussy is mine. Isn’t it, babygirl?” Rhea laughed cynically as you whined.

Moving a free hand, she pressed on your lower back, face buried in the silk sheets as she fucked you within an inch of your life.

“It’s all yours, forever baby.” You admitted freely, only stating what was true. There was no one else you’d ever want to be with again. You weren’t even sure if she could hear you, face flush against the pillow.

She fucking loved it. Knowing you were hers, knowing you needed her — begging for her. The possessiveness in her took over, pulling you up as your back rested against her chest. Playing with your nipples as she fucked up into you.

Rhea’s lips found purchase on your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as you rested your head against her shoulder. “Rhea, I’m so close. God.”

“God can’t save you now, only Mami can.” She brought her thumb until it rested on your bottom lip and instructed you, “Suck, baby girl.”

Willingly accepting the invitation, your tongue swirled around her thumb before letting off with a pop. She found purchase on your clit as her pace settled into a brutal pace.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Mami’s good, little slut. Taking my cock, splitting this sweet pussy, giving to you just like you like it.” You felt her breath kiss your neck as she whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to where you craved to be.

“Mami knows just how to take care of you. Pretty baby like you just needs a strong Mami. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Her pace was more than you could take, but she gave it to you anyway.

Hard and fast, her thumb playing your clit like a fiddle — one she knew every tune to. She needs to feel your body convulse against her, the soft cries of Rhea she knew would slip out. Once she’d punish you for later.

“Shit — yes Rhea — shit, shit, shit. Mami, I-I’m coming, fuuuck.”

Her strong arms kept you up as your body threatened to fall over. The blinding pleasure shot up your spine and straight to your core as Rhea eased you through it. Filthy, pure hot shots of your cum soaked the dildo as she continued to fuck you through it.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give it all to me.” She wished she could feel the pulse of your pussy, how it clenched around the dildo. She knew it did.

She slapped your ass, wanting to hear you whimper once more, and it was like you were on autopilot.

“Rhea, please.” A small squeak you managed to release, until she was setting her pace again. As if she knew what your body craved, regardless of how spent you felt.

“Let’s see how many times Mami can make you come tonight, baby girl.” She laughed before letting you go, and you were once again face first into the silk at your lover’s mercy.

#no other explanation than i was in a mood to write smut #a peace offering until i’m finished with the fic i’m writing bc she’s getting a bit longer than i was expecting 🫣#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x fem!reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x female reader #wwe judgement day #judgement day fic #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley blurb #rayne writes

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rayne-storm · 9 months

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But Hold Me Tight and Fear Me Not

AUgust 1 - Dark Fantasy

Fandom: 10th Kingdom

Summary: Virginia x Wolf

Virginia, due to her father's gambling addiction, is promised to the king of a fae court. Wolf, for his part, is unsure of this arrangement.

A/N: I might do more with this in the future, but I like this as a jumping off point. Also, yes, I know that 10th Kingdom is, technically, already a Dark Fantasy. Oh well.

"Listen, Virginia, I know it's not ideal, but-"

"But nothing, Dad! You're saying you tried to sell me! Like, like some cheap hooker or something! Hell, did you even haggle, or was it a relief that anyone would pay anything for you to get rid of me?"

Virginia Lewis was furious. Tony, the man who claimed to be her father, was saying some extremely problematic shit. In his gambling addiction he'd lost a lot of money (nothing new), they couldn't afford this apartment any more (nothing new), but he'd found an ingenious way to save them (nothing new):

He sold Virginia (ALARMINGLY NEW).

Like an old car or some ugly chintz her grandmother would give her-

Grandmother.

She could go there.

Legally, she was an adult and there was no way in hell she'd just meekly obey whatever bullshit pedophile he'd sold her to (because no way did someone just try to outright buy an adult woman, right?). She could go stay at her grandmother's house and Tony could deal with his problems by himself.

He was still shouting something as she left, she was too angry and focused on leaving to hear it, slamming the door as she crossed it. Did it hit him? Hopefully.

She'd made it out of the apartment building and halfway to a park bench to call the old woman when someone in a brownish-grey robe appeared in front of her. Literally, out of thin air, and she walked right into them, crashing down hard, luckily not hitting her head on the ground.

"Ow, what the- are you okay?" She scrambled up to help them, but they hardly seemed phased, though they did take her hand as she overcorrected and stumbled forward.

"Virginia," the mysterious person said, voice soft but brooking no argument.

"Who's asking?" She asked, glaring, snatching her hand back. She rubbed her forehead, looking the stranger up and down.

"I am not asking, I am saying," they replied simply, shrugging their shoulders.

"Yeah? Cool. Sorry, but I need to go."

She moved to walk around them, but they followed her, blocking her way.

"Virginia, you have been sold to-" they began, but she whipped around, fist on their chest. She didn't strike them, but it was quite clear she meant business.

"No one. I don't know who the hell you are, or what bullshit my dad did, but I am not sold to anyone. Leave," she all but commanded, and shoved off, pulling out a flip-phone to call her grandmother.

The creepy stranger sighed, shaking their covered head, and followed behind. The robe's hood fell back to reveal and older man with piercing blue eyes and long, braided salt-and-pepper hair.

"Virginia," he began again, but she ignored it, walking faster.

Humans. Always so difficult. Though he remembered a time when he was so stubborn.

In front of her he appeared again, prepared this time to catch her before she fell, though she did scream something fierce.

"Forgive me, but it's not so simple," he said over her cursing him out and beating his chest.

"Let me go! Let me go right now or you're gonna regret it, asshole! Help! Hel-"

A hand on her head and a whispered spell sent her into a nice, compliant sleep.

As Rutger the Hunter made his way into the woods with the girl, he shook his head. Humans were always so stubborn, and this would certainly be far more than the council was prepared to deal with… but he quite liked her already.

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As the Hunter came in, bartered bride in tow, he tried to think of how this could end happily. The girl was a spitfire, and who would not take any kindlier to the situation now than she had earlier. Still, he could tell she would make an amazing queen, and an amazing bride for his king. His Majesty, King Wolfric Fenris Von Hood, was perceived often as cold and impassive, but the Hunter knew much better. The man had a heart as tender as a maiden’s, and could use someone like the girl to lean on.

The King, Wolf as he was known around the castle to the few that were close to him, watched quietly as the woman was set in a bed in the dedicated Queen’s Chambers. The Hunter bowed to him as he left, and Wolf entered quietly, to see the woman who’d been… purchased. To be his companion. He would help her escape, come the morning, but… he wanted to see her. To have at least a chance to dream of the maybes.

He remained a respectful distance away, but lit a candle to see her.

Oh.

She was beautiful. She had a boyish charm, some might say, but he only saw delicate, dainty, beautiful features. He felt his heart swell and then shatter. He had found his soulmate. And he could never have her. Not like this. No matter how much his heart sang that she was to be his mate for life. He hadn’t approved of the way she had come to his lands, and he couldn’t keep her in good conscience.

He wanted to leave. He needed to leave, before she woke up, and he saw her eyes, saw her fear and fury. As beautiful as it would be, most certainly, he didn’t know if he would survive that level of heartbreak.

But then her eyes opened, and for one brief, beautiful moment they saw each other, and he felt complete. But then, as he feared, she panicked.

“Who the hell are you? Where am I?!”

Ah, even her angry-fear was stunning. He fought down a soft coo of adoration, opting more to focus on calming his “bride.”

“Whoa, hey, sorry, I know this is frightening. I’m going to help you get out of here.”

That seemed to calm her down the slightest bit.

“It wasn’t a dream,” she gasped.

“No. I’m sorry. It seems… someone did some bartering on my behalf. It absolutely wasn’t my intention to… to trap some innocent maiden here like some kind of storybook monster,” he said, hanging his head.

Virginia, for her part, could almost see ears and a tail similarly lowered in shame, and through her anger and fear, felt pangs of… something. Against all of her best judgements, her heart seemed to trust this strange man in the room. Definitely more than she was ready to trust anyone else.

“What’s your name?” She demanded.

He looked up, tilting his head.

“...My friends call me Wolf. Just Wolf.” It’s all he felt he’d ever really amount to.

“Virginia,” she replied, sitting up carefully. A sudden dizziness proved that a bad idea, and the mysterious Wolf man caught her before she could keel over. Intriguingly, the action seemed to surprise him even more than her, and he quickly retreated.

“Sorry! Sorry, you probably don’t want some strange man touching you. I… I can get out of your hair while you sleep off the effects of Hunter’s spell, and then we’ll get you home,” he offered, standing.

She shook her head.

“No, no, please, I… I really would like not to be alone right now. This is… too much, honestly, but you seem like you won’t kill me or anything in my sleep. And I’ll feel better if I’ve got someone I can try to trust watching my back,” she said, rubbing her head. She stretched out under the very luxurious blankets, and decided that she’d get out of here, but might as well enjoy this creature comfort while she could.

Before she passed back out, she heard the softest little whimper, like a dog comforting their companion. It was sweet, and she felt a lot better going back under than she had coming up.

#my writing #rayne writes #fanfiction #august 2023 #10th Kingdom #wolf x virginia

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rayne-dr0ps · 6 months

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Curious Wanderer- A poem

I am a curious wanderer

I wonder why I was chosen to live out life in this body

I hear the sounds of the stars calling me home

I see millions of paths I have not taken, and the one that I have always been following

I want her to love me as the sun loves the moon

I am a curious wanderer

I pretend that I am weightless, like a bird in the wind

I feel the wind stroke my hair, singing its song as it moves

I touch her heart with mine as we dance into the night and our bodies hold each other for warmth

I worry that the stars will leave me behind, that my fate is undetermined

I cry as I watch the moss consume her, and the light leaves her bones; But I must move on before it consumes me too

I am a curious wanderer

I understand my love like no other

I say what I believe to be true

I dream that the stars will one day accept me as their own

I try to spend my time on this earth wisely

I hope that my path will continue to lead me to where I am to go

I am a curious wanderer

#rayne writes #poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #I've never uploaded my work to any kind of social media before so apologies if I sound somewhat nervous in the audio-clip

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jack-of-ash · 2 years

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https://www.patreon.com/posts/68260158

Vote on what flavors of Chaos you would like to see me write for AU-Gust 2022! This poll is open to the public, and I will be posting stories on my Writeblr the day after they go live for my Patrons!

#signal boost #rayne writes #shameless self promotion

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angelsbless · 2 months

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I absolutely love your mashle content! Could you do orter x readers headcanons? 🥺

Yes yes ofc sorry i made you wait i'm busy with my exams. Here you go hon i hope you like it 🤍.

Note : I love him sm ah, i'll do part two about the dating headcanons i couldn't help myself i wanted to write this ahhh i hope you don't mind mwah!

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Orter madl x reader (hcs)

Orter will most likely deny his feelings and try to ignore them but deep down in him he knows it.

You were the type of person who's his complete opposite, you were radiant like sunshine and you didn't mind breaking rules or putting others before yourself.

He was so mad at the fact that someone like you is a competent mage and a really great one, so he started observing you more waiting for you to only mistake once so he could lecture you about law and feel like winning.

But as time went by, he started to be captivated by your actions and the whole YOU. Because of his strictness he never really paid attention to many things, yet while observing you h learnt many things that he almost forgot about.

He'll watch you smile brightly from distance and feel something tucking his heart but will try to ignore it. Until you two met at the library one day and it happened that you were searching for the same book, so you smiled at him as you guys were speaking about the book.

HE BLUSHED yet he smiled without realizing it! You were stunned. Orter madl is SMILING? Also BLUSHING?

After a few discussions, Orter was searching for you in the library only to find you talking to a student, he didn't think about it, he just took your hand and pulled you close." you're mine" he said and you just chuckled at the situation and at his red ears and asked "why, do you love me?", "i you mean the annoyance and discomfort i feel when you're not around, yes i do, i love you"

You smiled at his confession and teased him a bit ( he was regretting his life choices) then confessed back ( man was so happy) which made him smile, a really soft and beautiful one, that you'll never forget.

You smiled back at him, he was mesmerized by it, he never thought he would be this happy, and never thought he would try to change his perspective for someone. BUT HE'S DOING SO!

PART 2 DATING HCS SOON <3

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seneon · 3 months

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ──── mashle.

about. headcanons of 7 mins in heaven with mashle various.

notes. had the idea to write this when my friend asked me how to play 7mins in heaven and spin the bottle LMFAOOO

will shake all over out of fluster and blush all over the place. definitely stutters when you're in the closet together and will try to be as respectful to you as they could. during the entire seven minutes was just pure silence and awkwardness. nothing really much happens inside, but at the very last two seconds, you'll lean in to place a kiss on their cheek and their cheeks will BURN.

MASH, finn, ABYSS, lemon, tom.

the "it's just a game. let's get it over it" squad. the moment the door was shut they'll say that to you and tell you that you mean nothing to them and they will simply go along with it. they'll kiss you, make out with you, or even dive deeper into something more sensual. but at the end of the day, it's just a game to them ): it's a bonus if they actually meant what they do and lied about what they said so they'd look cool to their friends.

dot (delighted to makeout), KALDO, ryoh, wirth, renatus.

they won't do anything at all. not even speak a word. not even look at you. not even acknowledge the fact that they're in a game that is supposed to be 'heavenly'. they stand on business. kissing doesn't matter to them, all they want to do is just get out of the cramped and small little closet of yours. after seven minutes is up, they will be the first to exit the closet. what gentlemen they are.

RAYNE, domina, orter, ABEL, lance.

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arandomdumpsterfire · 1 year

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#Tgcf #heaven official's blessing #svsss #scum villain’s self saving system #grandmaster of demonic #Poll #Oh and maybe write in the comments what book out of the series you liked specificslly #Like what your favourite one was #Rayne’s random thoughts

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katsukikitten · 2 months

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Rayne glares at you across the open courtyard as you study for a final, his eyes cutting into you colder than any steel blade.

Almost as if they were made of ice.

And you have to pretend not to notice lest you garner anymore unwanted attention from the cold Divine Visionary, you're starting to wonder if being chosen by God gives him the ability to see under your skin and straight to your core.

"Hey!" Snapping fingers come into your vision in front of the blurring runes in your text book, "Are you listening?!"

You look to your left and see an angry set of red eyes, his scowl pulls his handsome features as you sigh out.

"Fin asked you the same question like three times." Dot shuts his text book, roots around in his bag for something else.

"M sorry Fin. I just can't focus." You turn to your right seeing your study partner with his one blonde bang framing his face. His freckled cheeks turn upward in a smile.

"It's okay." Fin leans closer to grab a leaf that's gotten trapped in your hair, "You've got a lot on your mind."

The icy gaze comes colder, slicing over your skin like claws and you can barely register Rayne moving out of the corner of your eye. Fin's smile does little to warm you back up nor reassure you.

Rayne is going to visit you tonight for sure now, going to appear in your dorm after baiting your roommate out of your shared room. His voice will be as icy as his gaze, words just as painful as his hot fingers grip tightly at your flesh.

"Yea, you've got no idea."

#kitten writes rayne ames

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andersonlore · 5 months

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you love when abby makes love to you, god, it really is the best feeling in the world. she’s sweet on you like honey, her lips explore every inch of your skin getting addicted to taste of you. she kisses you soft, deep as her velvet tongue invades your mouth. you moan into her mouth running your fingers through her hair, pulling at golden strands tenderly. abby could do this forever, kissing your pretty plump lips as she has you to pinned to her bed with wide hips.

she doesn’t really like using her strap, not when she wants to be close to you. abby likes to feel your pretty pussy on hers. it feels better than anything in the world. it’s when she feels the most connected to you. she always starts off slow, looking down at you with the like you’re the most precious person in the world. abby likes the sharp intake of your breath as she bends over, placing her forehead against your own, long hair cascading over you like a mesmerizing waterfall. you fingers wrap around her throat applying enough pressure for her to let out a deprived moan; one only you could pull out of her.

“i love your pussy so much, baby. always so perfect for me. such a good girl for me. i love you so much. never want anyone else, always going to be you.” abby flexes her thighs as she fully sits her cunt on yours, her pussy clenching. her clit throbbing in delight as you roll your hips upwards.

the muscled beauty picks up the pace, abby meets your thrusts as your wet slick combines with hers. it’s music to her ears, hearing how much you love this. how much you love her. abby bites your earlobe gently before she starts talking you through it. “wanna by my good girl? huh? do you? come for me, babygirl. need to feel you. god, it’s all i thought about today. your cum dripping all over my cunt, maybe even on my thighs a little bit. could you lick it off for me, baby? yeah? s’all i want. can you give me what i want, angel?”

#this is so sloppy grrrrrr #but abby 💭 thots are thotting 💭#abby anderson #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x poc reader #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson smut #rayne writes

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madorosenpai · 2 months

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Febre

Summary: Rayne adoece e agora cabe a Finn cuidar de seu irmão mais velho.

Notes: Enquanto escrevia esta fic, percebi o quão intimamente ela se relacionava com "Reflexo" e "Compreendido", ainda que não fossem sequências diretas. Com isso, decidi criar essa trilogia. O ponto era destacar as inseguranças tanto dos irmãos mais novos, quanto dos mais velhos e acompanhá-los em suas evoluções como personagens, sempre destacando os laços que eles possuíam como irmãos, além da formação de uma sólida amizade entre Wirth e Finn que teria se iniciado devido às suas angústias similares.

Agradeço quem acompanhou até aqui. Boa leitura!

Fanfic dedicada a H4l0_MyC. Obrigada pelos comentários sinceros e gentis! Espero que goste da história que escrevi com muito carinho :)

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Numa pacífica manhã da Easton, o sol raiava com intensidade prenunciando um bom dia. Ou pelo menos assim deveria estar sendo para a maioria dos alunos. De todos os dias possíveis dentro de um ano letivo, Rayne havia sido agraciado com uma gripe justamente naquele.

A chefia do dormitório Adler, em particular, estava encarregada de muitos afazeres no dia e por mais diligentes que Max e Aorio fossem, duvidava seriamente que ambos pudessem ser capazes de dar cabo de tudo sozinhos.

No presente momento encontrava-se deitado sobre a cama de seu quarto, enquanto assistia os suspiros preocupados de seu irmão mais novo que encarava o termômetro acusando a temperatura de 40℃.

- Por Merlin! Você está ardendo em febre! – Exclamou o mais novo, sua apreensão era visível.

- Isso não é nada. Eles precisam de mim. – Retorquiu o maior enquanto fazia um esforço quase que sobre-humano para levantar-se da cama. Não fosse Finn a segurá-lo, este teria certamente desabado e se ferido, por conseguinte.

O mais novo, então, tornou a posicioná-lo com cuidado confortavelmente de volta à cama. Cobriu-o com os lençóis e em seguida espremeu o pano úmido, que estava submerso na bacia de água morna situada sobre o criado mudo, depositando-o sobre a testa do maior a fim de abaixar sua temperatura o mais rápido possível.

- Os veteranos e eu já estamos cuidando de tudo. Às vezes soa como se você nos subestimasse... – Respondera Finn com um leve tom de frustração em sua voz.

O primogênito podia ser bastante teimoso e insistente quando queria, o que por um lado configurava uma característica positiva, já que Rayne era o tipo de pessoa que daria a própria vida por aqueles que ama. Por outro lado, o fato de que também podiam perdê-lo justamente por isso incomodava aqueles que o amavam, principalmente Finn.

- Mas há missões com risco de vida. E se vocês se ferirem gravemente ou...vierem a óbito por minha causa? Não posso ficar aqui deitado e relaxando sabendo que aqueles que eu amo estão se arriscando por mim...

- Nesse ritmo você vai acabar se matando! – Retrucou veemente o mais novo, o que pareceu espantar um tanto o mais velho chamando sua atenção.

Esperava qualquer outra reação, menos uma resposta ousada do seu irmão mais novo. Desde quando ele teria se tornado tão corajoso? Percebendo a brecha, Finn segurou as mãos de seu irmão com ternura e prosseguiu:

- Irmão, você é uma pessoa maravilhosa, por mais que não acredite nisso. O tanto que você já teve que sacrificar em sua vida pelo bem dos outros demonstra claramente isso. Mas não acha que está sendo injusto consigo mesmo? Estou sob seus cuidados desde que me entendo por gente e a quantidade de feridas abertas que você carrega, sejam elas físicas ou emocionais é insano! Magoa profundamente apenas ficar assistindo você carregar esse fardo e não fazer nada a respeito... – A este ponto, o menor já se debulhava em lágrimas pela aflição.

Cada palavra que proferia era como uma facada em seu coração. Nem mesmo a dor que sentira no confronto contra Carpaccio se comparava ao presente momento. Ele sabia que jamais poderia vir a se tornar tão forte quanto Rayne, mas desejava ao menos ter uma chance de retribuir todo o amor do seu irmão.

- Eu sei que é pouco, mas peço para confiar um pouco mais em mim e me deixar cuidar de você neste momento de fragilidade. Não sou feito de porcelana. Se for preciso, eu suportarei a carga que for por você, mas me recuso a te abandonar. Você mesmo não faria isso. Divida o peso comigo, por favor. – Suplicava Finn em meio às lágrimas, porém com firmeza em sua postura e um brilho de confiança em seu olhar, o que não passou despercebido por Rayne.

Finn crescera tanto em tão pouco tempo. Teria sido seus amigos o motivando ou Kaldo e Ryoh incentivando a insurgência de seu potencial? Qualquer que fosse a razão, Rayne não poderia estar mais orgulhoso de seu irmão.

Sempre soube que Finn era capaz de grandes feitios, podendo até mesmo superá-lo em questão de magia, mas a carência de autoconfiança do mais novo era o que o abalava e nada podia doer mais do que ser incapaz de poder ajudá-lo nesse aspecto. Porém, os sentimentos ali expostos por Finn foram capazes de remover qualquer resquício de culpa que ainda restasse em seu ser, tal qual um afago gentil em sua alma.

Inconscientemente, um sorriso sincero abria-se no semblante de Rayne, que gentilmente enxugou as lágrimas que insistiam em cair dos olhos do menor e no segundo seguinte, não segurando sua felicidade, puxara Finn para um abraço apertado e tão requisitado por ambas as partes.

- Não sei o que fiz em vida para merecer um irmão tão precioso como você...

- Irmão... – Respondera o mais novo, que agora esbanjava um rubor em sua face enquanto retribuía o gesto do mais velho.

A sintonia existente em seus corações era forte o suficiente para silenciar quaisquer tormentos ou inseguranças que viessem a assombrar suas mentes, pois nada poderia ser maior que a pureza do amor entre os irmãos, que outrora trilhavam seus caminhos separadamente, mas de agora em diante andariam lado a lado.

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Notes: Rayne é extremamente dedicado ao Finn, o que faz com que se preocupe excessivamente com o mesmo e que se questione se é de fato um bom irmão mais velho. Já o Finn, por outro lado, carece de autoconfiança. Então trabalhar esses aspectos me pareceu algo bem interessante de se explorar.

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rayne-storm · 9 months

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Tough Love

AUgust 6 - Blind Date

Fandom: Record of Ragnarok

Summary: Thrud/Raiden

Thrud is understandably nervous and perhaps a little upset when she's sent on another blind date by her sisters, bemoaning the evening she's about to have.

She's sure it'll go as it always does, and hurt her even more than she has been.

She isn't expecting a man like Raiden to be waiting at Ragnarok Cafe.

A/N: Thrud is my beloved girl and I love to see a big girl find love. She and Raiden deserve happiness 😊🥰

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"Come on, guys, are you serious? Another blind date?"

Thrud sighed and shook her head, folding her arms over her muscled chest.

"Yeah!" Goll exclaimed, "it'll be amazing! He's a little bit intense but you'll love him! When have we ever steered you wrong??"

"Every single date I've ever been on until now," Thrud replied dryly.

It wasn't even hyperbole. Thrud had never had a successful date in her life. Men never knew what to expect with her, given how stunning all her sisters were, and she didn't know if she could handle another bad date.

The way it usually went was like so:

Thrud shows up, trying to reign in her emotions and mentally prepare herself, and easily spots her date: whichever man has a look of shock and worry on his face.

She tries not to flinch as she has to deliver the terrible news that she is, indeed, his date, and yes, she is really the 3rd Valkyrie Sister.

The look on his face is one of horror, and she has to try not to let it hurt her the way it always inevitably does.

Minutes later (sometimes two, sometimes twenty), he has an excuse and leaves her all alone, trying not to cry in public as yet another painful rejection breaks her heart a little more.

"Okay, sure, there have been some duds. But this guy is the real deal. And if he breaks your heart, we'll beat him up! Maybe!"

It was cute, almost, how unflinchingly positive the girl tried to be, even in the face of such impossible odds.

"Fine. But I'm never, ever doing this again. I don't think I'll make it through another one of these," Thrud finally agreed.

Goll cheered, and she was whisked away for pampering and prettying-up ("not that you need any extra help for that," Brunhilde always said). The date was later that afternoon, so at least it wasn't like her whole evening would be shot if things didn't work out.

She'd give it one last try, she decided, and when this inevitably went to shit, she could always get cats or something.

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As she walked into Ragnarok Cafe, Thrud steeled herself for the look of wild bewilderment and horror on the face of whatever poor man was roped into this. The Cafe owner was a nice enough guy, and always made sure it was regulars only whenever the Valkyrie sisters set up a blind date. That way Thrud wouldn't worry about freaking out more people than necessary. Probably better for business that way, too.

As she bowed slightly to get through the doors, she heard a soft gasp. Ah, the mystery man was there already indeed.

She raised her head up to find the poor sap, and spotted him quickly enough. Black and blond hair wrangled back into a messy ponytail, piercing dark eyes framed by heavy lashes, and a muscular build (at least from what she could see). This one would hurt her, he was just her type…

She couldn't decipher the expression he was making in the slightest. It was shock, yes, but not the usual creeping dread, or sudden horror, or anything she'd seen before, pretty much ever. It threw her off-guard enough to lose her composure just for a second:

"Not expecting a monster like me, huh?" She blurted, raising an eyebrow.

She scarcely registered the sound of his chair scraping backwards before he was throwing himself at her, face right at her chest.

She was too stunned to move, and could only watch, frankly aghast, as he looked up at her through his thick eyelashes, contently buried in her bosom.

"I love big girls," he sighed in delight, and she realized his expression before had been… eager?

"Excuse me??" She managed to gasp, "this isn't funny."

She tried to push him off, but the man held firm, face moving to properly look up at her (though it was a bit comical how his cheeks smushed in).

"I would never joke about this. You're exactly my type. My damn dream girl," he said earnestly.

Sue couldn't help it, she knew her face was turning the same strawberry color as her hair. She felt like a maiden or something silly.

She had a head and shoulders above this strange man, but he made her feel… delicate, nearly.

"You're an odd one," she managed.

"So I've been told. I'm Raiden," he added with a grin.

"Thrud."

He sighed again, ecstacy clear in his every facet.

"Thrud… I'm gonna marry you."

"Oh yeah…?"

"Mm. Mark my words. I'm never gonna let you go."

"Whatever you say, pal. But just know that I've always promised myself that I would stay with the man I love until the day I die. You really up for that commitment?" She asked, only half-kidding.

"...is it too soon to bring you home to my mom?" He fired back, and she felt her face heat up all over again.

"Probably," she stammered out. He had to be able to feel how hard her heart was hammering in her chest as she added, "at least buy me lunch first."

He grinned brightly, squeezing her tight (it was, frankly, amazing to be held like that) before pulling away.

"Whatever you want, my angel. Or can I call you baby? Would that be too much?"

She blinked, brain firing on all cylinders.

"I'm like twice your size," she squeaked, following as he took her hand and led her to their table.

"Yeah, and? I could die a happy man if you let me call you my baby girl," he sighed with a smile, pulling out her chair.

She felt like she was about to die herself.

"I, um, yeah, sure. Whatever."

"Great. Order whatever you want, baby, and then how about a walk in the park? Maybe see some fireworks later?"

It honestly sounded like the perfect evening.

"....maybe you will marry me," she blurted, and he laughed brightly, booming, perfect.

"That's the plan."

She'd have to make Goll her maid of honor. The girl really had delivered this time. She felt herself falling hard, and had the feeling that this might just turn out okay.

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She still felt butterflies as he dropped her off at her house that night. Her mind was a whirl, and she couldn't believe it was over already. She surprised herself by not wanting it to end, even.

"I… would you like to come in for coffee?"

He raised an eyebrow, and she worried she'd overstepped, at least until he broke into a grin.

"Baby girl, if I go in there, I definitely won't be able to stop at just coffee. I don't know if you're ready for that kind of passionate night. I don't stop until morning."

Yes she felt every ounce of bravado laced in those silver words, but she also felt that he meant every bit of it, and was genuinely interested in… well.

No one had ever so much as kissed her. This was an entirely new beast indeed.

He laughed, and reached a hand up to cup her cheek.

"You're adorable when you blush, sweetheart. I'll let you go tonight. We can meet up again tomorrow, yeah?"

She nodded numbly, and her blush only deepened as he put his other hand on her face, cradling it like something precious.

"I wouldn't say no to a goodnight kiss, though I get it if that's a little too fast for you."

She shook her head, heart about to explode outside her chest and take them both out with the force of it.

His grin only widened and he pulled her down to meet her lips with his, still smiling even as he kissed her.

This was new.

This was wildly unexpected.

This was wonderful.

As he pulled away, lipstick staining his mouth, he whistled, low and sweet. He'd liked it too?

"That was incredible, baby. You have sweet dreams tonight. I definitely will. Call you tomorrow?"

She nodded again, numb and on fire all at once, the tiniest smile playing on her lips, and he leaned back to peck them once more before stepping back, waving.

He didn't leave until she was in her home, door closed behind her (a perfect gentleman to the end), and she about screamed in joy.

Maybe their second date really could be a wedding. She didn't think she could ever let him go.

#august 2023 #my writing #rayne writes #fanfiction #record of ragnarok #thrud x raiden #Thrud #raiden tameemon #thrud ror #raiden ror

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rayne-dr0ps · 6 months

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Masterpost

Poetry

Curious Wanderer

Original Fiction

I have quite the backlog of writing that I want to post but haven’t yet. They will all end up here at some point for ease of access for whoever wants to read them.

#Masterpost #rayne writes #poetry #writeblr

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ayoogirlie · 2 months

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I've been thinking a lot about what to write and honestly my geography studies helped me a lot. More like I've got ideas but idk what characters should I choose. Also English isn't my first language and I don't want to mess stories up.

• First one is Sun x Moon x Earth dynamic but more angsty imo. Moon who can only be noticed by Earth when they are with Sun. Earth doesn't give them much attention, when Sun isn't there, but still cherish them a lot, since they're Earth's only friend. On the other hand, Earth needs Sun lights because otherwise they will die, every part of them depends on Sun. They're Earth's life sources. It's completely toxic relationship, mostly because Earth is self-sabotaging themselves. They want to improve, be even better than they are now, when they forget the most important are those fleeting moments, because in the end they will also die, either because of self destruction or because they wouldn't be able to bear Sun's overwhelming light. And then we have Sun. They always give when getting nothing in return. They were close with other planets, but their light destroyed his precious ones. Now only Earth needs them, but they're too scared to lose another close friend, so they isolate. However, being alone all forces them to self destruction. It's toxic dynamic but I find this idea appealing.

• Other one is with basic elements. Water x Fire, quite toxic duo — Water kills spark inside Fire. Then we got Fire x Wind, it doesn't have to be toxic, but can (i'm in mood for angst, i really like writing it) — Wind makes Fire become greater than they are now, but if uncontrolled Fire might cause harm to others. Fire x Earth, they relationship is stable till Fire won't get violent. Earth helps Fire exist??? Like they keep them alive and Fire makes Earth healthier (in this case mentally lol), but when Fire gets more possessive of Earth they start hurting them. Etc. And it goes the same with other dynamics.

So now the question is — which characters?

Dynamics (I will write the chara I have ideas with so don't mind it):

- Earth x Sun x Moon

- Fire x Wind

— Fire x Water (Orter x Reader MASHLE)

— Fire x Earth

— Wind x Earth

— Wind x Water

— Water x Earth

I thank geography for giving me those ideas, but what about characters??? Like I know a lot of anime/games/shows, but feeling comfortable to write about them? Maybe Blue Lock, One Piece, Twisted Wonderland and MASHLE I can try writing for them :/ (ofc x reader)

#blue lock x reader #mashle x reader #mash burnedead x reader #rayne ames x reader #bllk x reader #writing #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #one piece #one piece x reader

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angelsbless · 2 months

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hi! i saw u taking requests so i wanted to ask if you could u do a lil one shot of ur first kiss with mash? •w•;;

Aww that's so cute, mash also is such a sweetheart. Here you go i hope you like it dear 🤍

Mash burndead x reader first kiss (one shot)

After a little while from dating mash and sharing warm hugs and holding hands together you two were making cream puffs in the kitchen after school.

You weren't excellent at baking, but you enjoyed cooking so mash was explaining to you the recipe because GOD he was born to be a baker for real.

You tried your best to understand his explanation but he wasn't being clear enough so you decided to just follow his steps.

You tried copying everything he was doing and made sure you were taking the correct measurements and adding the exact ingredients, you didn't pay attention to the surroundings because you were too focused on making your boyfriend proud by baking him the most delicious cream puff.

Mash was observing how concentrated you were and he thought that you were so cute, like SO DAMN CUTE! you + cream puff the best that he could want! Man was in heaven!His ears become a bit red and he was excited to taste your cream puffs.

His thoughts were interrupted by your soft voice calling his name "mash?" You were calling him in the sweetest tone giving him the most adorable look while being covered in flour.

Mash's exe has stopped working , he blushed like crazy " y-yes?" He said while covering his face with his hand. You walked to him with the plate of cream puffs in your hand. " I finally finished mash, let's try them together, i hope you like them. " You said then gave him that sweet smile of yours.

He tasted one of the cream puffs and it was so good and what made it better is that it was made by you, when he looked at you to compliment your job his heart raced like hell.

" it's goo-"

" mm mash it's yummy i never thought i'll make something this good."

you raised your sight only to see him blushing like a red tomato, "what's wrong mash?" You said softly not knowing that you're destroying this man and killing him from the inside with your sweetness, the way you just said that with some cream at the corner of your mouth made him crazy frr!

He grabbed your cheek softly and his other hand pressed your body against his, and grabbed your waist, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he was closing the distance, no, the millimeters separing you too, yet he stopped before touching your lips and asked

" can i ? "

You were blushing at his actions, he made you hella nervous yet in a good way.

" you don't need to ask dummy "

You said softly to him then felt his lips against yours, he kissed you gently until you were breathless and then said.

" i couldn't help it you looked so yummy ".

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lizlemondyke · 3 months

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I went to the library with every intention of coming home with Joan Didion but I find myself with Fran Lebowitz instead….. thru this metaphor (which is nonetheless true) I am coming to terms with the fact that I may never read didion or listen to lana del ray or make it all the way through rayne fisher quann’s substack (even just the free stuff) or watch twin peaks or pretend I ever want to be sad in the pacific northwest or own a pair of platform doc marten maryjanes and their requisite lacy white socks or even stop vaping (which at least the rayne/lana girls, squinting through their eyeliner, can hopefully appreciate) and indeed I may always just be an ironically-optimistic east coast liberal elite ivory-tower-pilled nicotine-poisoned snob dyke hag looking down on the californicating masses west of the hudson river where the country ought to stop!!!!

#did I do it fran did I ape your style at all is this pithy does it crackle #I don’t really mean this in any serious way. I have an unfortunate habit of saying things I really don’t mean in any serious way #because I find them funny #and I think I confuse at best and dampen my reputation (only occasionally) at worst…#also me pitting two bad bitches against each other…. I’m sorry feminism #fran lebowitz #joan didion #writing #rayne fisher quann

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