#Rayne Storm

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Blam! (Remix) - DJ Mykael V & 1995 ft. Rayne Storm, Steven Malcolm, Aklesso & Dre Murray (@djmykaelv @raynestormmusic @stevenmalcolmmusic @aklesso @dremurray22)

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blah blah the tadpole something something the absolute, the goblins and some dude in your dreams. look, where there's threat of imminent death and world destruction there's also gotta be some love, right? so anyways, here're just some Tadpole Havers™ and their darlings <3

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@resolvebound said :

meta - any/all - role models or people they look up to or admire particularly

meme // always accepting

Olexa: For most of her life she admired those in Fairy Tail. As someone who grew up in Magnolia the guild was looked up by a lot of the kids in town. She particularly looked up to Mirajane, who would come to her parents music shop from time to time. Olexa was not allowed out of the house / shop often, so Mira was the only member she would actually interact with. Most customers tended to ignore her as she was an incredibly quiet child, however Mira made sure to always greet her the rare chances they interacted. It might not have meant anything to the other, but it left an impression on Olexa.

Lately the girl has found new role models, and possible mentors. Dorian and Evie, two very skilled mages who both carry talents in the fields that overlap with her own magic. They have peaked her interest, which isn't something that happens often with her.

Rayne: Growing up there was never anyone in specific she would look up to. She liked reading about adventures of mages and thought about how nice it would be to learn magic and join a guild. However none one pulled her interest in the sense of "I would like to be like them". That was until the Grand Magic Games aired and she saw her own sister across the screen.

She does her best to keep from crossing the line of being inspired by Juvia, and appearing like she is copying her. So much so when she first joined the guild she didn't give her last name, although it was joked about how much her and Juvia looked alike (her outfits at the time didn't help). Now that it is out there in the open she cares less and proudly talks about her admiration for the other.

Juvia: In her case, it is less of a role model, and more as just someone who helps her keep going, Gray. Of course he caught her eyes at first in a romantic manner, but the admiration changed as she got to know him better. He became more than just the person that opened up her skies, turning into a mage she wished to emulate. He was not just strong, but kind and caring. Coming from Phantom Lord she wasn't exposed to.

Erza is also someone she can admire. It is surprising she holds the same title as someone that powerful.

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i honestly dunno how ill translate the conceit of the swap au into something thats easily understandable by the reader at a first glance (specifically the time travel thing) so a lot of what ive been doing is like. playing with the idea of future, idealized selves of roy and lesley as denizens of the library. idk if that really works out though. probably better to keep workshopping it anyway have these doodles on the left from a piece of scrap paper and the newer doodles on the right

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Rayne Storm Comes Through With Latest Track, 'Jump' featuring Cam'ron

@RayneStormMusic Comes Through With Latest Track, 'Jump' featuring Cam'ron

RAYNE STORM is back with his new joint ‘Jump’ featuring Harlem legend Cam’ron. The high energy track serves as the first single off his upcoming album ‘Audiocity II’. The production by Sentury Status is reminiscent of the classic Dipset sound that made the group a staple in New York City. Cam’ron delivers with his trademark flow while Rayne taps into the vibe dropping 2 verses that make it feel…

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                                "no, falling into the river was totally a part of my plan, childe ! see, it distracted the enemies, you took them out --- perfect !"

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What’s your favorite arc with the rp accounts?

Uhhhh- the thing I’m doing with Icarus right now or Voice’s thing I’m doing- -Icarus (they/them)

Probably the running away arcs Voice and Icarus caused or the baby Icarus realizing that they’re being abused arc -Rayn/RD (they/he)

[seneon]

KISSING YOUR PAIN AWAY ──── mashle various.

featuring. mash burnedead, rayne ames, orter mádl.

notes. angst + comfort. gn! reader. hey guys, i wrote this while i was in my feels haha lol

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MASH BURNEDEAD

he's the absolute sweetest. will do whatever it takes to not let your salty tears flow from the corner of your eyes. mash brings you whatever is closest to him— a half eaten cream puff, a plastic toy dumbbell, one in a million of his cream puff plushies that you got for him when you're at the market. whatever it is, he will bring you things to just see you smile. he's so clueless, he doesn't know how else to comfort you. but he tries. he tries his hardest like it's his last mission.

"oh no, please don't cry," he said softly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before he frantically looks around to grab something. anything will do. as long as it'll distract whatever calamity that storms around in your mind.

mash gives up with that, seeing that your tears have built up in such a large amount that it stars to carefully flow down your cheeks in such distress. that does not stop him from trying. his fingers found their way to quickly wipe away the flowing tears from your cheeks. he keeps doing it over and over; wiping your tears that kept flowing until his own fingers are stained with wet and salty tears.

finally, he holds your cheek, cupping it slightly even though your cheeks are wet. he looks at your eyes for a moment, scanning over the gloss of it before he finally pulls you into a hug. arms wrapped tightly around you, pushing you into his body so you could listen his heart as he silently lets you wail the rest of your remaining tears out.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ RAYNE AMES

post-crying has you all empty inside and out. your eyes down to the bottom of your jaw is all stained. the aftermath of letting it all out has allowed exhaustion to surface. but rayne is there with you. he's there with you throughout the entire process. he's all ears and all about listening to your stories and your rambles and your tears. rayne will not leave you unattended like this— shattered into pieces. he will always mend you back up with his kisses.

rayne presses his lips under your the corner of your eye where the first stream of tears flowed down. then he moves down, dragging his lips across your skin to place chaste and reassuring kisses onto your tear-stained cheeks. his thumb grazes over the dry tears that remains to dry, kissing on the trail that was left behind.

so gentle and careful, as if not to break your shattered pieces anymore. he's mending them carefully with the work of his lips kissing all over your face. and it works wonderfully, because the moment his lips pauses in front of your own lips, you looked into his eyes, your own eyes blurry from crying so much.

he then presses his lips on yours. a quick kiss that tells you so much which he couldn't utter out. it's all about the way he carries out every single action with so much love and care that you could feel your shattered soul is being glued back, pieces by pieces, with his love that seeped into your broken soul, filing up every brokenness. "it'll be okay. i'm right here."

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORTER MÁDL

orter holds your hand while you speak your mind. it's not just simply holding your hands— he's seated on the ground beside your wooden chair, ranting your heart out as his fingers caresses your fingers. his gaze is focused on your hands, watching as your fingers would occasionally squeeze his own in frustration. orter is silent throughout this entire process, and when he thinks you're done pouring your agitated heart out, he glances up when you're all silent.

"need someone to lean on?" he asked as you nodded, biting your lower lips to surpress anything that might make a debut. orter stands up and pulls your head close to him, your head immediately leaning into his chest as you touched your fingers where orter's touch lingers around in comfort.

his fingers weaved their way into your hair, smoothing it out as he could feel your shaking under his embrace. orter cannot stay still. it wasn't long before he shifted his position, now kneeling on the ground, somewhat close to your height before he looks right at you, eyes burning into your tainted heart. you can feel his fingers wrapping them around yours, the absence disappearing only to fill with a warm sense of comfort with his warm hands.

then, a warm kiss placed on your knuckles, to remind you that you're never alone and that he'll always be there to hold your hands no matter what. "let it out, i won't ever let go of you."

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[kyoghurts]

Idk if requests are close but

Rayne Ames knows the problem already, but wants to make the reader(gn!) like to accept or confess to him about the problem. Like he wants to hear it and won't judge you

safe space. rayne ames

content. hurt/comfort. one swear word rayne blurted out. vague mentions of self-loathing (i don't know what you intend for a problem anon but this is what i came up with) nothing too specific. rayne is just so caring and tender will forever write him extra soft til my last breath.

i may or may not write what u wish for bc of how vague this req is but know i tried 😭

there are problems that bite your skin enough for you to attend to it immediately.

immediately as in rayne will always be the first person you turn to and that he'll be the one to soothe you and your skin, to be able to feel like it's not just yours to manage. because with rayne, it's never just about you. it's always a we, an us problem.

but there are problems that doesn't fit this description. sometimes it's a problem stuck to the wall but never quite noticing, only etched into the back of your mind. so close and yet so far.

as if you're hiding your skin, and that adds another layer of problem for rayne ames.

it’s not that he doesn’t understand—because he does. always loving you in places you’re wounded, of wars and storms breaking within you, it’s his own battles too. always we. always us.

your back is facing him in the harshness of the night, it’s frigid cold, he shifts position and stare at you. hoping you’ll notice the ache dwelling in his eyes, the space between you bellowing the emptiness that shouldn’t exist first and foremost.

you’re so close and yet so far.

there is a notion forming in the backdrop of his mind that's half-baked. but he gets you, and he'll never stop trying for you. because things can hurt and rayne doesn't have the words in him to describe how much it affects him as well.

he already gave you space for days, but it seems like you're stretching it far too much.

"hey." rayne slices the silence, soft and pleading, a hand presses gently on your back, moving in slow circles. "i know you're still awake. talk to me."

the blanket falls loose on your upper arm, so he draped over until he notices that you're shaking. and it's not because of the cold atmosphere, but because you're holding back the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, trembling breaths clasped against your hand. he sits up, alert coursing his veins. "hey, hey, what's wrong? shit-" he inhales deeply, calling your name. "come here, talk to me please."

he lifts you up, and you shake your head wearily, a contrast to your winter drenched hands clinging to his shirt as he pulls you in. tears streaming down your face, your attempts of pushing him away are futile. "i'm sorry i'm so—" you choke back a sob, piles of words burning on your throat. "i'm so sorry"

"what are you sorry for?" he tells you to breathe, letting you cry it all out. it takes a while to calm down, but when you do, all that he thinks of is that he can finally feel whole again, to bask in knowing it's not just him, not just you, but problems of us. of you and me.

"it's..." after a long pause, your voice cracks the darkness kept in you. "it got loud again. i'm sorry."

it's no longer skin. it's a bone-deep cut that you have in which rayne rarely sees, but he knows its there. a wallpaper in his subconscious. he swallows the guilt down too hard that it's noticeable, the bob of his adams apple against your shoulder and the prompt squeeze as he cradles your head. you're not able to get a glance of his expression, but you may as well feel it's one in pain. it hurts you just as much as it hurts him.

and that's why you're apologizing, for having him to see you this way. in a place of the broken and bruises. in a place you thought you have crawled yourself out a long time ago.

"don't."

"...huh?"

more quietly but also securely, the words seem to reverberate down to your skin, to your bones, "don't apologize. especially for this." eyes turning a little misty as he reassures you, nothing but genuine care he has for you. "never."

he fetches you a glass of water (a kiss to the back of your hand that have warmed up by now before he can go) and once he plops down beside you, you mumble. "thank you."

"of course."

he meets your gaze and within them, all forms of loving exist; loving you at your best and loving you at your worst. this one's the latter, but that it's almost the same as to the former. because he never sees you any differently, and that's something you want to keep in the special lock of your heart.

when you both get ready for bed as he enwrap you in a world of closeness, removing any possible distance that eats his insides, it feels like home again. he brought you back to where you truly belong.

"you may not understand this, but believe me," rayne plants a loving kiss to your forehead. "i'm proud of you, so much."

you bury yourself in his neck as a response, holding his waist tightly. this is what he has been teaching himself just for you, to construct words that encompasses how he feels. and every day, it blossoms continually.

"thank you" you sniff. perhaps you'll teach yourself to fall more freely into him. because your battles are of his own, even the ones that you thought are better left alone—always we, always us.

notes. this is so flowery with all the poetic metaphors but haha can't help myself. i clearly projected here a little.

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Could you please do tom x reader where they are friends to lovers? Maybe the pretend boyfriend that turns real? Smutty and fluffy?

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Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come...

Warnings: mutual pining, thirst, fluff, jelousy? a misunderstanding, smuttish/suggestive stuff

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: You guys wanted it and I am a woman of my words, so... Here it is! 🫡

I hope you like what I wrote for you @huntress-artemiss . 🥰 And I hope that everybody else enjoys it of course, too!

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You heard the familiar 'ding' sound of your phone; announcing the arrival of a new message. With a hairpin pinned between your teeth and one hand in your hair, you quickly scooted over to your little make-up table, on which you had left your phone. Tapping on the screen, you immediately saw the message popping up.

'I'm here, darling. Are you ready? x'

You smiled, fixated your hair and quickly unlocked your phone; texting back.

'Almost. :) Gimme five mins, Tommy. x'

Not wasting any time, you applied some decent make-up, gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror, grabbed the things you'd need and made your way towards the main door of your small, cosy house.

You had promised Tom - your best friend since you were teenagers, to accompany him to the birthday party of Ben. He didn't want to go alone - and you couldn't say no, of course. You never could say no when it came to Tom. Never. You'd anything for him. He was one of the most important people in your life. He was your sunshine on a rainy day. Your lighthouse in the raging storms. A safe haven to which you could always return.

A lot of people told you that this friendship wasn't going to last. After all, Tom was an actor. A famous actor. And you were just... you. But you proved them all wrong. The friendship lasted; survived every sharp turn, bump and crash on the way. A deep bond was formed; stronger than everything you ever experienced - and yet you were just best friends. Sure there had been opportunities to take this friendship to another level and turn it into something more, but neither of you took the opportunity.

You couldn't deny, though, that you had developed strong feelings for the handsome Brit over the years. Romantic feelings. How could somebody not fall for a man like Tom? He was a charming, kind, funny, talented, handsome gentleman with a heart of pure gold. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, because you didn't want to lose your best friend. Better have him as a best friend in your life than not at all, right?

So, the years flew by. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. Just like with Tom. It was a heart wrenching pain whenever you met Tom's new girlfriend - and you hated it, but what were you supposed to do? All you wanted for him was happiness; but neither of you seemed to find happiness - at least when it came down to romantic relationships...

Another 'ding' of your mobile ripped you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head softly and trying to focus again; you opened the door and stepped out - only to almost stumble back inside.

A soft, cool breeze brushed past you; swirling your beige dress around your knees. The smell of rain hit your nose and some dark clouds hung in the sky; shielded the sun from shining down on you.

That wasn't what took your breath away, though. It was Tom, who stood not far away from you. Just a few meters; legs crossed, leaning casually against his black Jaguar with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.

Speaking of trousers... He was wearing a dark blue suit. Black dress shoes shone against the wet pavement; suit trousers hugging his long legs and hips snugly - held together by a black leather belt. The matching dark blue shirt wasn't any less tight; tailored perfectly for his lean yet strong upper body and forcing the small buttons to hold on for dear life. A tie and suit jacket in the exact same colour completed his look.

You swallowed a thick lump; had a hard time to control yourself and the rapidly beating heart within your chest. Luckily, Tom wasn't looking your way and didn't notice your distress. His gaze was directed to the street as he watched the cars drive by. The position showed off his ridiculously beautiful face; sharp jawline, high cheekbones - peppered with soft and fuzzy looking facial hair of his three-day beard. Tom's wild, blonde-brown curls had gotten so long; a hairsbreadth away from touching his broad shoulders. He looked like a prince, straight out of a fairytale book; combined with the perfect image of a photo shoot.

You bit your lip painfully hard; trying desperately to suppress the moan which threatened to slip past your lips.

It was insanely hot - and Tom didn't even notice the impact this had on you.

"Hey, Tommy," you finally greeted him; attracting his attention. Sure, you could've stared longer and admire the fine man he was, but you didn't want him to accidentally look and notice...

His head whipped around towards you; baby blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hello, darling." A smile spread across his face, as he made his way over to you; giving you a hug. The hugs he gave his other friends didn't last quite as long as the hugs he gave you... You just didn't notice.

"Are you ready?" You nodded; smiling. "I was born ready. You should know that by now." You loved to tease him from time to time. Tom just chuckled; shaking his head. "I won't start now to recount the times you weren't ready. Let's go." You just giggled and followed your best friend to the car.

Being the gentleman the Brit was, he held the door open for you to sit inside his Jaguar. Once you were both seated, Tom started the engine and drove off towards the party.

Unfortunately, was the traffic on this fine Friday evening very bad; causing the both of you to get stuck. Like... Really stuck. Everything stood still. The little highway you were driving on was closed.

"Ugh, great... Now we'll be surely late to the party..." Tom gave you an apologetic look. "Apologies, Y/N/N... I should've taken the other route when I had the chance. Now it's too late... Can you text Ben?" He asked you, handing you his phone; gaze fixated on the cars in front of him. You shook your head, "No need to apologise, Tommy. You couldn't know. But yeah, I'm gonna text him." and unlocked Tom's phone as if it was your own. Not that you knew each other's password by heart... "Thank you, darling."

You tapped on WhatsApp, searched Ben's contact and entered the chat. Of course you tried hard to not read the last messages he received and sent to give your best friend some privacy, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of a text just above the text box you were writing your text in, you couldn't help but to look. You knew it was wrong, but before you were able to stop yourself, it was already too late and your gaze wandered...

Ben: So... You're gonna take her finally home then, right??

Tom: What, I- Ben stop that. I... I can't just do that. I don't think she'd want that... Me...

Ben: Friend... Are you kidding me? It's obvious she wants you.

Tom: You, uh, think so?

Ben: Know so. Shoot your shot, man, before it's too late...

You didn't have to read more. Swallowing hard, you stared at the messages for a moment. You knew exactly who Tom and Ben were obviously talking about... Chloe. A woman Tom had met on set a few months back. She was - well, is one of the costume designers and therefore saw Tom quite often. Someday, they started to talk during a break and well... According to Tom the sparks had been flying. He had told his best friend everything, of course - while you wished he hadn't. You tried to be happy for him - like you always did when he met a new woman, but... As much as you tried, your head never could win the battle against your heart. It was an undefeatable opponent. A invulnerable fortress.

You never met Chloe - and yet you despised her wholeheartedly. It wasn't fair, of course, but love had turned you into a monster.

"Y/N? Hey, Y/N/N."

You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts as Tom's soft velvet voice urged to your ears. "Is everything alright?" You blinked, nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, I, uh, just drifted off." and sent the text. Giving him a fake smile, you exited the app and handed him his phone back. "Are you sure?" "Yep. Everything's good, Tommy."

You hated to lie to him, but you couldn't just tell him the truth now, could you?

'Hey, Tommy, I'm sorry but I spied on your texts and saw that one message, saying that you are going to obviously shag that bitch Chloe and now I'm kinda jealous, because it should be me instead!'

Nope, certainly not. But you also couldn't shake that thought of. It occupied you. A lot. Your brain thought about it non-stop; causing your heart to crack and shatter even more with every passing minute. You could not stand the thought of another woman in Tom's life. In his home. His bed. His heart.

You tried your best to put on a brave face, but your best friend wasn't blind. Neither stupid. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself...

At first the Brit didn't say anything. Given the fact that you clearly told and signalled him that you didn't wish to talk. But at some point, an undeniable, unpleasant tension started to built up between you both. Almost like an imaginary wall... It felt like every untold word, every unspoken feeling had pent up over the last weeks, months - years and were now about to culminate in the middle of an upcoming rain storm. Right here, right now; while being stuck in traffic.

Tom just couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know what had turned everything upside down all of a sudden. Why everything felt so wrong at this very moment.

"Y/N?" He asked you carefully once again. "I know you said everything is okay - and I feel that you clearly don't wish to speak to me, but-" "No, really, Tom. It's all good," you interrupted him once more; giving him another fake smile - and you could tell at the look of his face, that he had seen immediately through that fake smile. But before he was able to say something, you intervened; only digging the gaping hole in your heart deeper.

"Did you go on a date with Chloe?"

Tom frowned; was clearly confused of the sudden change of topic. "Y-Yes, but-" "Great. How did it go?" "Um, great, I-I guess, but why are you-" "Good. That's good. I'm happy for you Tom." You swallowed hard; feeling your heart scream in pain - but no matter how hard it hurt you, you just had to know what happened between them. You wanted to spare yourself the double gut punch. Might as well feel all the pain at once.

"But, Y/N... Why-" You chose not to leave him any space to question you and just get over with it. "Did you kiss her?" "W-What?" "Touch her?" "T-Touch her? Why would I-" "Sleep with her?" "I-" "Was she at least good in bed?" You kept on bombarding your best friend with questions. "Y/N-" "Was she, huh?" "Y/N, I-" "Did she made you cu-"

"Y/N!"

Tom suddenly exploded; screamed out your name and slamming his hands on the steering wheel of the Jag. He clearly had heard enough; couldn't listen to this any longer.

You went silent; didn't even dare to breathe for a second.

"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't touch her! Goddammit, I didn't even kiss her! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" The Brit took a deep breath; trying to calm himself down again. You just stared at him; mouth closed shut.

"Yes, we met. Yes, it was great. But I wouldn't even call it a date. We talked and drank a glass of wine. Nothing more." You swallowed hard. "B-But, I-I thought you and Chloe were-" "A thing? No. We're not, Y/N." You blinked; were quite stunned at the sudden turnout of this situation - and once more was your mouth quicker to speak than your brain was able to think and so it came how it had to come...

"About who did you and Ben talk about then in your chat, if not Chloe?"

It slipped past your lips - and you immediately regretted it; afraid of Tom's reaction.

Tom's eyes widened to the size of plates; hands twitching to grip the steering wheel tight, while his cheeks turned beet red. The Brit had not thought about this conversation he had with his his friend - and now you knew.

"Shit, Tom, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to spy on your chats, I-I just saw it a-and was wondering about who-"

"You."

You blinked once more. "W-What?"

Tom turned to face you again; oceanic blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.

Now or never, Tom thought.

"You, Y/N. We were talking about you."

You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat at his words. "M-Me?" You squeaked out; pointing at yourself. "Me?" "Yes. You. And the party today." Your eyes widened; jaw slacking in disbelief. "Y-You wanted to... Me?" Tom nodded; smiling nervously. "I always just wanted you, darling. No other woman on this earth is able to compare to you. My heart fell for you a long time ago. It belongs to you. Always has. Always will. I was just too afraid to tell-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, you had pulled him closer by the lapels of his stupidly sexy suit jacket and literally slammed your lips on his.

Tom was definitely shocked and overwhelmed at first, but he immediately relaxed; sighed in the kiss and pulled you as close as somehow possible with the car interior being quite a bit in the way.

All suppressed feelings and emotions finally broke free and melted into that very kiss. It felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler truck and floating through heaven at the same time. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess, which the both of you enjoyed every second of - and tempted you to indulge into kiss after kiss after kiss.

You felt how your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of love and desire for the man beside you, as they were finally able to flood your body; veins pulsating with a dangerous mixture of endorphins and oxytocin - and Tom's musky smell, combined with the fruity blood orange and leather touch of his perfume didn't help at all. It made everything worse, without a doubt. Resisting Tom had been always difficult - but now that the chains were broken, it was impossible. And why should you stop yourself? There was no holding back anymore. The cards laid on the table.

You pushed Tom back into the driver seat; catching him by surprise. Your hand started to play with his tie; quickly undoing it. Tom's eyes watched your fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt; steadily wandering lower as he was swallowing hard. "Darling, w-what... what are you- Woah!" Tom had clearly anticipated that your hand would land at a place where he had often imagined it to be late at night, when he was all alone at home. But it didn't. You gave his belt a soft tug, but then moved your hand over his thigh and down to where the lever was, which allowed his seat to slide back; bringing even more space between him and the steering wheel.

Another thing the Brit hadn't seen coming - just like the next move you made.

Within the blink of an eye, you had slipped out of your high heels and elegantly swung yourself over; sitting on your former best friend's lap. It caused your dress to ride up your thighs - and Tom's eyes to widen. He literally froze in place; realising in which position you just brought yourself and him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging at his suit jacket; trying to get him to shrug it off - what he did. "Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Tom knew of course very well what you were doing, but he needed to hear it. "What does it look like? I'm, uh, saving the car and riding you instead."

Tom's eyes almost popped out of his head at your bold words. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that it stirred something deep inside him. And his dress pants.

"Darling, I-I don't know if we should do this here, I-" You raised a playful eyebrow at him.

"Oh, Tommy please... Don't be so shy now. You can't tell me that you never imagined doing this..." You leaned in closer; whispering into his ear: "Me. On top of you." The Brit couldn't help the moan which slipped past his lips. "I-I did, I-," he panted out; feeling one of your hands opening his belt; metal clinking. "See? Besides, the windows are tinted. Nobody's going to see this. Plus, we are stuck anyway, so... What are you waiting for?" You asked in a hushed voice; tracing your lips down his pulse point. "Touch me."

Another breathy moan escaped Tom's lips; big hands flying up to grab your bare thighs and working on slipping your dress even higher up your hips. His warm, slightly sweaty palms sent a shiver down your spine; nerve ends sizzling with desire.

"I-I've wanted this for so long, now, darling." Tom whispered; pressing his forehead against yours. "And now that I can finally have it - you... It's so surreal and- Oh fuck..." Tom's hands started to tremble; eyebrows slanting and mouth forming into a perfect 'o' as you lowered yourself on him. Only your lips messily entangling themselves with his seemed to bring him out of his haze.

"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I always have," you whimpered; body jolting with love and pleasure. His soft beard scratched the skin of your cheek, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck; lips marking you as his.

"I love you, too, darling. With all my heart. I'm yours." He lifted his head once more; glassy blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul. "Now let me love you. Let me make love to you." You smiled deliriously and raked your fingers through his long, blonde-brown curls. "I beg you to, Tommy."

And when he started to move, the world around you faded. All you could think and feel was Tom.

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"On My Own (Music Video)" – Rayne Storm (@raynestormmusic)

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☂ ❚❙❘ to be elaborated on later but Wendy was not able to simply heal Juvia in the middle of the war. She was on the end of her life. If it weren't for a blood transfusion from Rayne she would not have made it. Wendy's healing magic is a miracle worker at times but she was too far gone for just magic alone to help.

[mn-light]

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Part II

･ﾟﾟ･｡ As the training session progressed, a sense of unease crept into the room, clouding the air with tension. Each spell cast, each move made, seemed to echo with a silent urgency, a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of the training grounds.

Rayne's movements became more fluid, his strikes more precise, but beneath the surface, a storm raged within him. The weight of their impending mission bore down on him like a leaden weight, threatening to crush him under its relentless pressure.

You, too, felt the weight of the moment pressing down on you, a gnawing sense of dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The bond you shared with Rayne was strong, but even that couldn't shield you from the harsh reality of their dangerous profession.

As the intensity of the sparring match increased, a palpable sense of urgency filled the room. Each clash of wands, each burst of magic, served as a stark reminder of the risks they faced with each mission they undertook.

In the brief moments of respite between bouts, Rayne's gaze met yours, a silent plea hidden behind the stoic facade he wore like armor. His eyes held a depth of emotion that spoke volumes, a silent confession of the fears that plagued him.

"I just... worry," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to voice his deepest fears aloud. "About what could happen out there. To you."

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, a stark contrast to the fierce determination that usually defined him. Gently, you reached out and clasped his hand in yours, offering what little comfort you could in the face of uncertainty.

"We'll watch each other's backs," you reassured him, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of your own fears. "Together, we'll get through this, Rayne. I promise."

At that moment, as you stood together in the midst of the training room's dim light, a sense of camaraderie and solidarity enveloped you both. Despite the looming shadows of doubt and fear that threatened to consume you, you found solace in the unwavering bond you shared, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

With a shared resolve, you left the training room, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

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Song of the Day: Boom - Rayne Storm (ft. Juelz Santana)

Song of the Day: Boom - Rayne Storm (ft. Juelz Santana)

RAYNE STORM is back with a new mixtape, a new EP and a new single featuring Juelz Santana. The latest track ‘Boom’ finds both Harlem rappers completely in their zones as they slide across the beat on this aggressive summer anthem. The up-tempo but ominous banger is produced by DJ Flippp, known for his production with Lil Yachty, Famous Dex, Playboi Carti and more. The Storms Coming EP includes 6…