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okay not my normal thirsting posts but holy fuck are the boys from mashle so fucking fine. like wtf. this is such a fun anime too! look at their cute faces. like how can 2d men be so much more attractive than real men? i am picking the 2d man every time.

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obsessed w this guy. he always looks like he's on the verge of tears. he loves bunnies. he was born, nay, genetically engineered to be emo. his super special magic ability is just throwing swords at people. he's captured my heart

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"if two lines means magic itself recognizes their talent, then those with three lines must be chosen by the gods. and the youngest to ever acquire three lines is the one named rayne ames."

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Mashle: Magic and Muscles -THE STAGE- Sequel

A new key visual featuring the main Divine Visionaries has been released! Alongside that, there's an announcement for the cast members of the four featured Divine Visionaries!

Rayne Ames: Yoshihide Sasaki (returning from the prequel)

Orter Madl: Kitazono Ryo

Kaldo Gehenna: Yamazaki Shogo

Ryoh Grantz: Kohatsu Allen

Mashle Stage Play will be performed at the two following locations:

(Tokyo) Tennozu Galaxy Theater, from August 2, 2024 to August 12, 2024

(Hyogo) AiiA 2.5 Theater Kobe, from August 17, 2024 to August 19, 2024

Don’t miss out on this opportunity to enjoy Mashle’s exciting second cour’s story performed on stage!

The first stage play is currently available for paid streaming in various Japanese streaming sites such as Amazon Prime JP, DMM, U-Next, and many more!

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i think the difference between the 2 halloween fits for the ames bros is really funny.

in the manga we had. priest(?) and nun. and for the anime we have grim reaper and grave digger.

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proof that to be a divine visionary you have to be at least a little unhinged. a wee bit insane.

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Squish 🍄☔️🤏

Credit: @/OOHSAN_RAIN on Twitter!

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I giggled.

Fucking metal, I'm going mental.

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⟡ rayne ames - mashle

like/reblog if you save/use

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Mashle anime staffs: oh my god this series' popularity isn't slowing down and even more people love Rayne QUICK MAKE EVEN MORE ANIME-ORIGINAL RAYNE SCENES TO GIVE THE FANS CRUMBS

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rayne cameo for 0.01 seconds 😌

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"Mr. Wahlberg didn't..." "I have a bad feeling about this."

Mashle: Magic and Muscles Second Season Episode Ten - The Divine Visionaries (Anime-Original Scenes)

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You know things like these

Make me more sure than ever that dudes in Hell just have a thing

For the "tall, dark, and brooding" super beautiful men with a panty-dropping voice that also gives them the royal cold shoulder.

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Look at my baby being all cute and shit :3

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Oneshot about Rayne Ames that the reader is his assistant, but the reader is very kind and helpful as they are smart and stuff. Then their family is going out during weekends, she saw a bunny keychain and thought about Rayne and bought it and gave it to Rayne. Now Rayne is keeping it clean and no one could touch the keychain except for the reader and him.

MATCHMADE . . ♡

rayne x assistant gn reader oh lord i am done. idek if he has an office for himself but lets just pretend for now that he has. fluff and 1.6k words.

you don't particularly call yourself an assistant of sorts, not that the title isn't welcomed. in fact, you take pride in it. most especially because you take pride in being able to stand on rayne ames's side. and it comes with an emphasis you're proud to make, it's no one but the rayne, even if he too doesn't call you his assistant, you're always stuck into this pathway he forges on, you’re stuck to him like glue.

"good morning!" its early—like way too early to be this chirpy. and yet rayne does not stop you, does not glare at your way as you deftly run your fingers through your hair, does not comment in the way you arrange your post-it notes and memos on your pressboard and does not startle you with awful amount of declines from him. there's one thing he wants and one thing he will always search for in the mornings: and that is to listen to your voice, the one where it has a special ring to it. so he’ll let you dance your way into his office without remorse, without formalities but you’re a great tease so you start with—“is sir in a good mood lately or has he been giving me the benefit of the doubt these days?”

“keep talking and i might change my mind”

“keyword: might. it implies that you may or may not change your mind.” you lean in, almost dangerously close, your arms on his desk as you crane forward. pushing your luck to the limits, “but i know you. you’re not the type to do any of these things just to be polite.” you boop his nose. “in other words, you’re doing it on purpose.”

with a low voice, of husky and all glares that never stabs, at least, not to you. “but what if that possibility of ‘might’ falls into may?” he doesn’t back down, despite knowing the outcome nonetheless.

you whisper back “you would’ve done that by now, rayne.”

this is the part where he reclines in his seat, the faint—almost inaudible “hmph” you have ever heard. this is the part where you know he’s accepted of his fate. that he will lose to you, that he will not deny anything from you.

its something of a value, it holds of importance, because you know him. everything you say is true.

when you move away and idly brush your hair at the back of your ear. thing shifts back into the normal. as if the look that you once had weren't there, as if he didn't look at you like he's ready to come forth. as if both of you weren't thinking of the same thing thats been itching around at the back of your throat. something of words you cannot say.

you cough in fake. "mash is doing okay. had tutored him on your behalf."

he gives an affirmative nod. "you didn't have to. but thank you regardless."

"you're welcome~"

you move from one memo to another, mostly minor, as you melt into this shared space of you and him. this routine had been your favourite, and you so wished for things to never change.

...perhaps, you spoke a little too soon.

when he stands to announce he'd be off, your hesitation runs through to assault each and every one of your nerve endings, a poison that traps you in place, paralyzed. he's about to head to the door when you fleetingly tug at his robe, and that one raised eyebrow with a question hanging between his eyes could make time stop all at once. he waits for you to start, patience in the form of taking in your expression and trying to ease them by pressing his hand on your arm.

"this isn't exactly a memo but uhm—" you’re getting distracted, his hand is so warm, or maybe it’s just the room temp? you’re not sure. all you know is that you’re getting uncharacteristically shy and his silent but inviting presence isn’t helping. “i went out with my family last weekend, you know this already, correct?”

“yes.” somehow, his voice has become, (and with no doubt) uncharacteristically soft, too. “what about it?”

“i got something for you.”

you pull out something from your robe, something cute…wait, is that a bunny keychain?

he opens his palm for you like a flower revealing its petals, you gave the keychain. tender like the quiet that sits the space between you and rayne, tender like the awkward closing of his hand and tender who looks like he’s hiding his ears from you, turning his head just an angle away from your view. you curse yourself for the lack of words, but his mannerism and the faint pout forming on his lips could be described nothing but adorable.

hell, you could call him out for this, you have the power to get him flustered and flushed red. you could tell him that the keychain reminded you of him and that the sole reason you got one in the first place was because of him — you can’t help yourself, you see rayne in everything, it drives you mad sometimes. you could tell him this, and you could stop being the cause of nightmare for anyone who witness your foolish insanity.

(but, that would be for another time. because today, you can treasure this moment of softness. even if its too much for your heart, melting like gum)

he mumbles. “thank you.” tongue becoming tentative as he swallows. “i’ll keep it.”

“you better.” you show him another keychain. “i bought one for myself. we match.”

if he could discern the slight tremble beneath your voice as you struggle to breath, and the awkward chuckle that you forced right now, he doesn’t comment on them. he normally wouldn’t, after all, he’s a man of a few words. a man who you’ve come to know by heart, of glares with no sharpness of a knife, of choosing actions over words.

he doesn’t comment on the way you look at him, but he lifts your chin, and by a second you can’t miss the way he glimpsed at your lips, and then back at you, a question raised so silent and yet it’s the only thing you can hear.

you nod. simple. he leans in, closing his eyes, achingly slow and hesitant and you try to lock your hands on his nape pulling him closer and fuck your knees are about to give in—

“yo rayne can i have a chat with you stat and- oh!- shit wait-”

you seriously don’t know if it’s actually all just a dream because you realize a moment too late of your legs already taking you to the door, removing any evidence of max has just witnessed and not having to sit with the intense humiliation and interrogation.

you want the earth to swallow you this instant!

meanwhile on rayne ames part. “no one ever told you to fucking knock?”

“i’m sorry! you weren’t answering when i was calling you at the door!” max raises his arms in surrender. a look of guilt tinged on his face. “i didn’t mean to interrupt your, uh, almost make out session-”

“speak another word and i’ll bury you alive myself.”

max imitates his fingers zipping his mouth close. laughing softly once rayne rolled his eyes, huffing out of frustration, his scowl deeper but not so much compared to the cherry red staining his cheeks.

how the hell can he face you now?

“anyhow, i wanted to discuss with you on- waitttttt” and dear heavens no, there’s too many disruptions for one day. “is that a… keychain? wait. i saw something similar in their hands!- AGH” max shrieks at the swords pointed at him with sharp, clear intent of which made him really shut his mouth once and for all. “okay, okay! i promise i won’t tell a soul of your soft spot for your assistant to anyone! promise!”

“will you please just go on with it?” he hids the keychain safely out of reach.

after saying his piece, max hastily retreats and permits rayne to exhale softly, running a hand through his hair, trying to collect himself from all the storm that had left. he studies the item in his palm for a while, having no one to invade this moment, he swore to himself he’ll never let anyone touch this keychain, completely off limits.

it’s such a small thing but, somehow it fills his heart full.

lost in thought, rayne doesn't notice the soft click of the door opening once again, his assistant peeking in cautiously, a sheepish expression on your face.

"rayne, I'm so sorry about earlier," you begin, your voice tentative yet earnest. "i didn't mean for max to.. interrupt like that. it was unprofessional of me.”

rayne turns to face you, his expression softening as he meets your gaze. "It's alright," he replies, his voice gentle yet firm. "these things happen. besides, it's not like we can control every interruption.”

lapsed into silence, the air a bit too thick of tension. the itch at the back of your throat becomes unbearable. your fingers start to fidget with your sleeve, nervous.

(say it.)

(don’t say it.)

"i... i just wanted to say thank you," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. "For everything. you mean a lot to me, rayne.”

(you said it.)

(words you wish to say but can’t—words that hold fear, but washes them off once you see his reaction. and he’s saying it through language that never needed the mouth.)

rayne allows himself to entertain the possibility of something more, something beyond the confines of your… well, semi-professional relationship.

despite many, many interruptions, despite the uncertainties that lie ahead. one thing remains clear:

everything that you and rayne have, it runs deeper than mere professionalism, and perhaps, just perhaps, there's room for something more in-between.

(and if it's meant to be? let it be.)

taglist. @seneon theres still more rayne reqs on my inbox pls owhdoideshdauwe MAN

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catch your face before you can hide your blush

rayne x reader (mashle)

fluff

m.list

note: me thinking so damn hard about a neutral way to say "she's just a girl" bc yes it's a joke but not inclusif enough and ugh it turns out bad

Feel free to request! Take a look at the rules before :)

I hope you enjoy !

 It’s not that you don’t like to work with Rayne, it’s the opposite in fact. He always has the right word, a good point to make and it’s easy to explain your point. But if there was one thing you had to point out, it would be how seriously he looks at you when you work. Or when he doesn’t have anything to do, in fact.

Yes, you were sensitive to his charms, but you don’t know if he’s conscious about it at all. Whenever he talks, you have to stay focused on what he’s saying without minding too much his voice, or just even his lips – which are usually dry, you wished you could hand him your lip balm without thinking of the indirect kiss that would create. You’re just a normal teenager, you lose it easily around your crush.

But right now, your real problem was that you were talking and he was listening. Which means that he, it seems like, has to look deeply into your eyes when you make eye contact. Things are, you can’t stay concentrated when he glances at you that way. There’s something so simple yet interesting, he’s drinking all your words as some divine speeches and your brain stops braining. You found yourself mumbling a few words that don't mean anything anymore, you can’t bounce back on you last words because you already forgot them ; and of course you don’t miss the way his eyes fell on your lips for a second before looking back at your eyes.

You can’t help but look away, a burning hot feeling on your cheeks and the second you turned your face away, something cold grabbed your before you could. Your eyes are back into his, getting lost when he doesn’t say anything, simply holding you still.

You’re alone in the library, it’s about to close yet you still have so much to do but it’s like time stopped. He can’t get his eyes off you, nor can you. Cat got your tongue for a few seconds that felt like minutes before you opened her mouth.

“Why do you always look at me like that ?” you whisper, scared that if you speak up you’ll break something.

“Can’t I when you talk to me ?” You’re losing it. Your mouth is dry and keeping the eye contact is killing you. If he looks at your lips one more time you’ll be a goner. Moving his fingers along your jawline instead now, he got a little closer, his nose brushing against yours. “So ?” he insisted, since he didn’t hear your answer but you only nodded at him.

Then his eyes took another peek at your lips, and he’s about to speak again, but you can’t help but lay a small kiss on his lips before he does.

It’s his time to be surprised but not enough to let go when you try to pull away.

“You’re really thinking you’ll get away with that ? Wait ‘til we get to the dorm.” 

Freaking obsessed with this man as well lately. I'm not done with mashle yet but soon and I'm SO SAD. I loved it so much ❤️‍🩹

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Hiii, I have been thinking about Levi so much recently

The way I wanna take Levi down and make him a crying mess and shut him up and have him know that he isn’t aloud to touch the mc… and ofc using a strap on I wanna make that man cry below me and know that he isn’t in control anymore and all his pleasure is up to the mc and if he wants something he better start begging. Sorry I just…I love that man and I wanna see him on his knees begging whimpering and crying, knowing that no one else he’s been with would ever dare treat him like this. Anyways…. :) I wanna call him a pretty boy and a good boy and I wanna kiss his head and give him back hugs and treat him so gently. :) :) how are you Nini?

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Hey hey, my Levi loving anon. I’m pretty alright, finally recovered from my cold, but I’ll be a tad more busy the next few months to I’m worried about having to time to write. So I might take a few breaks in the near future

Anyway, hope this suits your taste :D

Dom!reader x sub!leviathan

Warning: pegging (or can be read as a dick), a little breath play, collar, very gentle honestly

“…and stop.” You said, an amused expression on your face. Basically grinning from ear to ear as you sat on the bed, staring at the dirty blond hair of the devil. Levi straddled your lap, his legs spread and on the sides of yours. His back was facing you, and his hands bound in front of him. The male also wore a collar, one of leather and in purple, with a leash attached to it. And you held the leash firmly in your dominant hand.

Right after hearing your words, he sat down still. Gritting his teeth with a hint of defiance, feeling the humiliation take over his body. Your eyes wandered lower, staring at his tense muscles. All the way from his shoulder blades, to his hips and waists, then his bottom. He could feel your stare, how your eyes were scanning him up and down, especially when your gaze lingered around his butt. It didn’t take a genius to guess why you were staring. Lube was dripping down from his entrance onto your lap, and, though it was more difficult to see because he was sitting down entirely, the sight of your dick buried deep inside him.

Levi glanced at your over his shoulder, he bore rebellious intent and frustration. Every time you’d tell him to stop right when he starts getting into it, and it was getting under his skin. With a threatening tone, he voiced his thoughts, “isn’t it boring for you, keep on annoying me like this.” He was still so bold after being forced in such a situation. This was fine with you, teasing him is half the fun after all.

“How could it be boring when I get to tease you like this? Your reactions are cute, you keep trying to threaten me. Shouldn’t it click by now that it doesn’t work?” The glare he gave you just got deadlier, and the blush covering his face also got redder. A bright crimson spreading all the way to his ears while sweat rolled down his forehead. “You are a handful.” Levi mumbled, quickly breaking eye contact out of nowhere.

“The same can be said about you.” You answered, then leaned forward against him, hugging him gently. “A pretty boy like you shouldn’t frown so much.” He heard you whisper, and a shiver ran down his spine. The sudden closeness of you made him feel hot, and how he craved the pleasure you held in your hands. There were other things among those he wished to do, like touching you, holding you in his arms, …kissing you…

“…can I move?” A hesitant voice could be heard admits the gasps, his body felt like he was on fire. Without thinking about it you replied, “no.” His eyebrows twitched at your statement, “what.. why.” You chuckled, and that irritated him, how were you having so much fun when he feels so desperate?

“Levi, that’s not how to ask for something.” Were you implying he has to beg? You? Him? No matter how you looked at him, he was like a defiant kid throwing tantrums left and right. His hips moved slightly, going up a little, then sitting down completely again. You yanked on the leash, causing him to arch his back violently. The collar squeezed around his neck, and he moaned, “..ah-Aahh..”

“I thought I told you not to move?” His shoulders were raised to his ears, and he slumped forwards. It was embarrassing, yet he felt arousal with every of your touch. Why was it like this? Your length inside him only added more fuel to the fire, he wanted to move so badly. His own dick twitched when he felt that chocking sensation, body shuddering from the aftermath.

He didn’t have anything to say to your question, choosing to stay silent. After another minute where he was forced to basically cockwarm you, he looked over his shoulder again. Levi tried to read your expression, hoping he didn’t need to do what he speculated. But reality seems to suggest exactly that. The devil swallowed, taking a deep breath before whispering something inaudible.

“What was that?” You asked, and he pulled a grimace. He pouted, thinking you were messing with him again, and whispered a single word, “please.” Now a smile was tattering your features, hands wrapped around his waist while his back was pressed against your body. “My answer is still no.” You uttered with a teasing tone, your fingertips caressing his back and spine, tracing a line from the top to the bottom.

The sensations overwhelmed him, causing him to yearn for more. Shudders and tingles coursed through his veins, and he frowned out of habit. “You… stop the teasing.. please, i-” he had to take a break, the shame was too much to bear, then he continued, “I want more… please?” You didn’t saw much of his face, but you could imagine what kind of expression he must have pulled. The need and vulnerability could be heard in his voice, a layer of sweat covered his skin.

Once again you hugged him, muttering against his back, “so you can beg if you want to.” He bit his bottom lip at your comment, his heart pounding loudly. Then you praised him, “good boy, you look beautiful when you are obedient.” The male stayed silent, face burning now. Was it pleasure or embarrassment? But he knew he felt good. Everything felt hot and bubbly, he asked you again with a shaking voice, “..can I move, please..?”

You let go of the leash for a moment, hugging him with both hands as you said, “yes.” Watching his muscles relax in your touch, and his breathing becoming more heretic with each passing second. Slowly, he started riding you again, and more sounds of pleasure spilled from his lips. But he stopped abruptly again when he heard you whisper a single sentence, kissing his neck gently as you said, “I love you, Levi.”