#Raspberry Fluff

[horroraceman93]

Here's a little Strawberry Shortcake: Berry in the Big City fanart for my Halloween Countdown. The ship is Strawberry Shortcake with Raspberry Tart dressed as Princess Ariel and Prince Eric from Disney's The Little Mermaid. Don't they look adorable?

Well Happy Halloween 2024!!!

[supercom-pute-r]

I already said this on my personal Instagram, and here in spanish, and ixm going to say it in English now, but i think that Derpy's band in EQ2 not being on spotify, not habing a full somg, NOT EVEN HAVING A CANON NOR FANON NAME IS DIRECT DISRESPECT TO WEIRD GIRLS. IT IS WEIRD GIRL ERASURE. I LOVE YOU DERPY HOOVES, BLUEBERRY PIE, AND RASPBERRY FLUFF

[zmbiesuga]

“Oh, you are nasty,” Iwaizumi almost seethes, his eyes following the condensation on the plastic bottle while it drips down the side, “grape flavored water?!”

His words catch you off guard, lowering the bottle with a confused look on your face before your eyebrows furrow together more, “Yes, Hajime, grape flavored water,” you respond with an eye roll, “is there a problem with me hydrating myself after our run?”

“You know there’s perfectly good, normal water in the fridge too, right?” he scoffs, he’s still in disbelief. And it’s not because you’re drinking flavored water, more so because of the flavor of water you chose.

Oh. Now you get it.

“I’m aware of that yes,” you hum, a shit eating grin beginning to form on your face, “but I’m also aware that there’s a whole pack of flavored waters that will be left untouched if I do not drink them, because you can’t help a good deal at the grocery store.”

“I would drink them if they were any other flavor!” he protested quickly with a slight pout of his own.

“Oh, you are such a liar,” you rebuttal quickly, “name one flavor you enjoy, because I can name about six right now that you don’t.” 

“I like…” he thinks for a moment, sucking on his teeth while he roams his brain for an answer, “...I, uh…blue raspberry."

You two have had this argument over and over again. Ever since you were teenagers, Iwaizumi has had a certain distaste for actual fruit flavored things. You’d think an athlete would actually prefer the artificial flavors that at least taste like healthy food, but no.

“Not a water flavor,” you hum cockily, crossing your arms over your chest, “and blue raspberry is nastier than grape by a mile.”

“You are a sick, twisted individual,” he scoffs, waving his finger at you in playful disappointment, “I am ashamed of myself for letting you get into my pants, let alone my heart for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh hush,” you hum amusedly, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, “you said for better or for worse.”

“Mm, I also said in sickness and in health,” he responds with his own hum, his arms wrapping around your waist on instinct, “and you are definitely sick in the head for liking flavored water.”

His nose brushes against your own softly for a moment before he connects your lips with his in a tender kiss. A soft groan leaves his throat, unable to stop himself from running his hands along your sides as he deepens the kiss. Before he pulls away with an absolutely disgusted look on his face.

“What…?” you ask innocently through bated breath, with a soft giggle and smile.

“...You taste like grape.”

[perplexi]

puffy fluffy voxman please~💚💜✨

(when I saw that one part of the "Boxmore Infomercial" short, all I could think of was this haha)

[guppygiggles]

I’ve said before that raspberries don’t work on me or my characters, but that doesn’t mean we won’t use ‘em on you… 😏

Isn’t that right, @xsunnysoftx? 💙

🔞 Minors and no-age blogs DNI 🔞

[ticklishraspberries]

Tell Him (George O'Malley x Reader)

Summary: You’re dating George O’Malley. You tell him about a certain liking of yours, and although he’s initially confused, he tries to understand. (This is incredibly self-indulgent and the reader is essentially just me. If anyone actually reads this, it’ll be a miracle, lmfao. Mentions of sex and tickling as a kink, but overall this fic is more fluff than smut.)

“I can’t.”

George sighed, but he had an amused expression on his face. “Whatever you’re gonna tell me, I won’t freak out. You know that, right?”

You blushed, avoiding his eyes. “It’s embarrassing. It’s not bad, but it's embarrassing.”

He took your chin, making you meet his eye. “Well, I’m not gonna pressure you. Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll listen.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright. Go save some lives, Dr. O’Malley.”

He kissed you quickly before heading out, and you sighed, resting your head in your hands. It was silly, really, and you were getting him worked up over nothing. If only your embarrassment, your shame didn’t run so deep, if only you had the guts to spit out a simple confession.

And it was over something so stupid.

Cuddling in bed with George last night had been nice. He was warm, and groggy after a day of interning at the hospital, but present enough to rub your back sweetly, muttering sweet words. And then his fingers had strayed near your side, soft and it had startled you and made you twitch.

“You alright?” he asked.

You had nodded. “All good.”

And then, he’d done it again. By accident, still. And you had twitched again, a puff of air resembling a soft laugh leaving your nose.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I tickling you?” he’d asked.

You chuckled nervously. “A little.”

“Sorry,” he said again.

“It’s fine.”

And that had been it. What you hadn’t said was that it was completely fine if he tickled you, and that it would be fine to continue, because you enjoyed it.

You just couldn’t spit that out. And George deserved to know, because he would clearly do anything in his power to make you happy, and yet, you were afraid that something as simple as a little tickling would be the thing to scare him off.

His shift was long. Long enough for you to think it over. To plan out everything you would want to say, to prepare for a worst-case scenario. It wouldn’t be so bad. George was sweet. He was an angel, honestly, and the chances of him reacting poorly were slim to none. But that fear still lingered. The fear of rejection, ridicule, or just plain old misunderstanding.

But George would understand. He had to.

So after a long, long shift, George was back in your bed. Warm, sleepy, and hopefully ready to listen to your words.

“You ready to tell me what you wanted to say this morning?” he asked.

“Yes. No. Maybe?” you replied. “It’s…I really need to stress to you that it’s not a big deal. It really isn’t, but I’m embarrassed and this is really hard for me to talk about.”

He pulled you close. “I’m here to listen. What’s going on?”

“So, last night…You were rubbing my back, and you…Well, you…”

“Is this about me tickling you?” he interrupted. “Because it was an accident, and I won’t do it—”

“No, no, that’s…I wanna tell you that it’s okay. That I…I liked it. I mean, I would like it if you did it…Intentionally, next time.”

George blinked at you, mouth opening and closing. “I’m sorry…You liked it?”

There it was. The twinge of judgement in his voice. It made you deflate, cheeks turning red.

He sensed the shift in your attitude and immediately shook his head. “No, no, it’s not a bad thing. I’m just…Surprised, that’s all! Because, well, my brothers used to tickle me all the time and I always hated it. I mean, they were rough, and it hurt, and they used to make me cry…So, I mean, the idea of someone liking it is just sort of weird to me. Not weird in a bad way, God, that came out wrong…Weird as in uncommon—”

“No, it’s okay, I get it,” you said. “I’m sorry your brothers did that to you. But, it’s just…I’ve always liked it, and I can’t help it, it’s just wired into my brain for some reason, and it’s embarrassing and I’ve had partners react badly to it in the past, so if you’re weirded out, it’s fine, I just…I wanted to tell you because it makes me happy, and you make me happy.”

George smiled. “Okay. If you like it, that’s fine. I can…I can do it, more, if that makes you happy. Is it…Is it like, a sex thing or a cuddly thing?”

You gave another nervous laugh. “Both? It’s not inherently sexual, but it can be hot. We can talk about the sex part later, though. This is all too embarrassing for me.”

George laughed, too. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fine,” he said, kissing your temple. “We can talk about it another time.”

You assumed that was the end of the conversation, but his hands found your sides and squeezed, making you squeal.

“So, you like this?” he asked. “Or do you like it better…here?” His hands moved upwards towards your ribs, his fingers prodding into the spaces between your bones with his surgical precision. It only made you giggle harder, feet kicking.

“You’re giggling too hard to answer me, baby,” he cooed.

“Shut up,” you whined. “You’re being mean!”

“How am I being mean? I’m doing what you asked! I think that’s pretty nice of me, actually.”

You had nothing to say in response, just laughing. You were so happy. So loved.

That night, you fell asleep wrapped in George’s arms, the phantom sensation of his tickly fingers still on your abdomen.

***

“Tickling you is really fun,” George said. “I mean, it’s cute. You smile and you laugh and it’s adorable, and I know it makes you happy.”

You flushed, biting your lip. “But…?”

“No, no but. Well, maybe? I think…If you did it to me, I don’t know if I would hate it or not, but…I know you’ve mentioned that you like it either way…If you wanted to try, I mean, I’d be open to it.”

He was blushing, too. How fucking cute could he be?

“Really?” you asked. “I mean, if you’re open to it, I would love to try. Only if you’re sure, though. I know your brothers were pretty harsh, so I don’t wanna push.”

“No, I’m…I want you to try it. You always look like you’re having so much fun. And, it might take my mind off of the three surgeries I scrubbed in on today.”

You grinned. “It is a pretty good distraction.”

He laid back against the mattress, looking up at you with those doe eyes. You grinned, sitting up beside his body and using one hand to stroke his hair. “Where should I start, hm?”

George squirmed. “Well, when I was younger, my stomach was really bad. And, and my sides. But I’m pretty much ticklish everywhere, as you’ve discovered during other activities, which, if I had known you liked it, I wouldn’t have apologized so many times when I laughed—”

You interrupted his rambling by using one hand to lightly tickle his stomach, feeling his muscles jump beneath your fingertips, listening to the loud, squeaky laugh that burst from his lips.

“Still bad?” you asked.

“Still ticklish, but it doesn’t suck,” he giggled in response. He was clearly fighting to keep still, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

You grinned. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute,” he cried. “I’m a strong, masculine—Ah!”

His laughter took on a new octave as you introduced your other hand to his belly.

“Too much?”

He shook his head. Then, after another minute, he shook it again. “Wait, no, actually, too much!”

You stopped immediately. “Are you okay?”

George wrapped his arms around his middle, protecting his middle although your onslaught had already stopped. “I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s just…still a lot.”

“No worries. I know, it can be really overwhelming sometimes.”

He smiled. “A little. But I didn’t hate it,” he said. “We can try it again, another time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. For now, cuddle me.”

And, well, how could you say no to that?

[inkbagel]

whenever I imagine or daydream about wolfcat, it always is in your art style

Yessss yesssss spreading my wolfcat diseases to you

[cozydreamz]

probably the first ever hazbin hotel raspberry tickle pic xD

i wanted niffty here to tease one of my younger OCs

(added charlie and angel’s reaction cus why not)

[fluffykittylerv2]

AAA okay it's finally done! part 2! Numero dos! Johnny boy getting what he deserves (cause he's too precious hehe) and Sal is a devious little rat >:D

(also posting og drawing again cause I'm too proud of it to not post it again who o ps hehe)

(also i’m sorry for the horrible sketchiness and uncoloured linear t i made this like 2:30 am last night)

also don't ask me where the hat went it flew off in the wind >:( not I forgot draw it. never. grrrr (thanks for looking mwahhh)

[nightsteps]

alright guys send me some thoughts i’m running low on ideas. jj rafe john b pope and their respective girls (cherry, raspberry, blueberry, orange) anything smut, fluff, headcannons, outfits, ect. let me know i want some anons and love chatting with you guys!

inbox opennnn!!!!

[trashyswitch]

Day 17: Raspberries

While walking through the feywild, the group find a collection of fruit trees and bushes. While collecting some to put in their inventory, they all snack on some. Unluckily for Frost, his love for raspberries makes him try a fey-raspberry with a rather amusing fey curse.

Once again, more Legends of Avantris. And cause I like to make the stoic laugh, more Frost! Hope you all enjoy!

The group were traveling through the feywild, admiring all the different plants and animals. The Feywild had already proven to be quite a beautiful place, which only enhanced their experience walking through it. 

“What’s that?” Gricko asked, pointing to the dog-like creature in the distance. 

Twig narrowed her eyes and adjusted her glasses, before gasping. “Oh! It’s a blink dog!” She reacted. “I’ve come across them before. They’re quite nice if we don’t try to hurt it in any way.” Twig told them. 

“Why are they called ‘blink dogs’?” Kremy asked. 

“Because they’re able to blink in and out of existence.” She told them. “That makes them really hard to spot sometimes, and really hard to attack.” She told them. 

“Oh…” Gideon looked at it, and watched as the blink dog just…disappeared. “Holy-” Gideon reacted. 

“There it is!” Kremy pointed to a spot a few feet away and sure enough, the blink dog was there! 

“Wooow!” Torbek reacted. 

“That’s crazy!” Gideon exclaimed with shock. 

Frost looked around him, and noticed they were passing by several big bushes. “Hold on…” Frost stopped the team and pointed to the bushes. “We should stock up on some food.” He told them. 

“Huh?” Twig turned to look at Frost. “Oh!” She walked up to the bushes. “You have a good point! Everyone:” She called, getting everyone’s attention. “Rule #1 about Feywild vegetation: You gotta make sure you understand what you’re eating before you eat it.” She told them. 

“What happens if we don’t?” Kremy asked. 

“You could risk getting poisoned, paralyzed, or cursed.” She replied. “For example, these good berries will make you better, while these pangi’s will poison you.” She explained. “But raspberries, heart’s fruit, banana’s, brambleberries-” She pointed to the different trees and plants. “Those are all good.” She said. 

“Do they all have some sort of fey magic on them?” Gideon asked. 

“Yes, they do. But the fruits I pointed out have good magic.” She told them. 

Torbek walked up to the brambleberry bush, and tried one. “Mmmm! Torbek finds these really tasty!” He reacted, grabbing another berry. “Torbek loves these!” 

Twig turned to look at Torbek, and giggled. “Careful, Torbek~! Brambleberries are addictive. Once you have one, it’s really hard to stop eating them.” Twig warned. 

Torbek looked up from the bush, his face covered in berry juice. “Huh?” He muttered, making Twig laugh.

Kremy smiled and gave the heart’s fruit a little try. He took a bite of it, and smiled. “Whohoa!” He took another bite and started to do a little dance on the spot. “This is amazing!” 

Gideon laughed a bit and pointed to Kremy. “Why the dance, man?” He asked. 

“It just tastes that good, Gid!” Kremy reacted, making Gideon laugh. 

Twig laughed. “Heart’s fruit is supposed to amplify your emotions. Since Kremy felt happy, the fruit made him feel even MORE happy!” Twig described. 

“Oooooh…” Kremy laughed. “That makes a lot more sense!” 

Frost smiled at his friends before looking towards the raspberry bush. He hadn’t had a wild raspberry since being in Yulong, and he really wanted to experience that nostalgic feeling. He picked one and popped it in his mouth…and OH MY GODS! It was EXACTLY like the ones back home! Frost picked another one, and popped it in his mouth. Loving the taste, he picked 3 more berries and popped them in! He picked 3 more, and ate them! 

“Hey Frost?” Someone suddenly spoke up beside him. 

“aAH-” Frost turned towards the sound. “Oh…Hello Twig.” He said before eating 4 more berries.

“How are they?” She asked. 

Frost took a moment to swallow before answering. “They’re really, really good.” Frost admitted. “I forgot how much I liked these, actually.” Frost said, laughing awkwardly. 

“How many did you have?” She asked with a rather smug look. 

Frost thought for a moment, counting on his fingers. “I think I had…Hehe- Sorry.” Frost cleared his throat. “Eight…nine, ten, eleheheven-” Frost’s smile started to laugh a little bit. “Sohorry, Ihi-” 

“No no, it’s fine. You had eleven of those berries?” She asked, the smug face just growing. 

“Ihihi- Ohoho myhy gohohods!” Frost covered his mouth, trying to stop the laughter. 

“No no, don’t try and stop it.” Twig told him, gently removing his paw. “Just let it out, giggles.” She teased gently. 

“Who is that?” Kremy asked, turning to look at Frost. “Wait- Is that Frost?!” 

“I think so?” Gideon responded. 

“Whahat ihihis happenihihing?!” Frost asked. 

“What do you think, silly?” She asked. 

“Ihihihi- Hehehehe- HahahaHA!” Frost grabbed his stomach and doubled over slightly. ““Ihihit feeheels strahahange! Ihihihi cahahan’t stahahap ihihit!” Frost kept laughing.

“What’s going on with him?” Kremy asked. 

“Raspberries have no effect in the normal world.” She started. “But in the feywild…” She winked. “They make you giggle and laugh.” She explained. “Each raspberry gives you 2 minutes of laughter.” She told him. 

“Oh no…And if Torbek’s math is correct…” Torbek counted again. “Then Frost will be laughing for 22 minutes.” He explained. 

“Exactly!” Twig reacted. 

Gricko widened his eyes. “Oooooh!” He waved his finger at Twig with a little giggle of his own. “I get it now!” Gricko walked right up to Frost with his arms crossed. “I think someone forgot about the other meaning for ‘raspberries’.” Gricko teased before tickling his side. 

 “Ihihit- HahahaHAHAHA!” Frost felt his body hit the ground. “Ohohow-” Frost gasped and let out a mew-like squeal as his belly was scratched. “GRIHIHICKO NOHOHO!” Frost shouted. 

“What? I’m just tickling you.” Gricko teased. 

“WEHEHELL STOHOP IHIHIhihit!” Frost tried to order. 

“Nice try, Frosty.” Gricko smirked as he looked up at the others. “But I’m gonna stop tickling the moment you stop laughing.” Gricko declared. 

“Shihit man!” Gideon collected a bunch of the berries and put them into his bag. “I’m gonna keep these for later.” He said somewhat quietly. 

“Are you sure he ate 11 of those berries?” Kremy asked, looking at the berry bush. 

“Nope.” Twig replied rather abruptly. “He just started laughing before he could answer me.” Twig added. 

Kremy laughed. “Oho no!” He clapped his hands. “So he might be laughing for 30 minutes!” 

“Or maybe an hooourrr.” Torbek said.

Gideon looked at the berry bush, and counted the now-empty bunch of branches. “-7, 8, 9, 10…” He lowered his voice for a moment. “There’s 12 branches here that are missin’ berries.” Gideon told them. 

“12?” Kremy asked. 

“Yeah. See?” Gideon pointed to the berry bush. “So what’s 12 multiplied by 2?” Gideon asked. 

“That’d be 24.” Twig replied. 

“Okay. So 24 minutes.” Gideon replied. 

“OHOHO NOHOHOHO! COHOME OHOHON!” Frost yelled, rolling over to hide his face and sides.

“Haha! Like that’s gonna stop me…” Gricko smirked and sat on his lower leg to stabilize it. Then, Gricko dragged a single finger from the bottom of his top leg, right down the kneepit. 

“WaitwaitfuckFUCK- Grihicko- NAHAhahahaha!” Frost squeaked. “NOhohohohoooo!” Frost tried to tug on his legs, but didn’t have any strength to get out. “Nononohoho-Thisisn’tfahahahahair!” Frost whined. The poor tabaxi was just stuck there, being tickled like there’s no tomorrow! 

“Wait, that’s a tickle spot?!” Gideon reacted. 

“I don’t know.” Gricko gave Gideon a smug face as he stopped tickling to let Frost calm down…only for him to tickle his knee again, making Frost squeal and let out a high-pitched giggle. “You tell me.” Gricko teased. 

“Alright, drop the attitude and let me try.” Gideon ordered. 

“SHIT-NO!” Frost squawked and tried to sit himself up. “GIDEON!” 

The fire genasi just scratched 2 fingers on the back of Frost’s left knee. “Yeah?” He replied. 

Frost squealed and fell back to the ground. “SHIHIhihihit!” Frost hung his head and laughed. “Dahahahammihihihit!” 

“You called me, so I assume you want me for something.” Gideon told him. 

“Hahahaha- Cohohohome ohohon!” Frost laughed. 

“Oh! Torbek thinks Frost might want a few more tickles!” Torbek spoke up.  “You know what? I think Torbek has a point!” Gricko fluttered 3 of his fingers on the other, untouched kneepit. “Coochy coochy coo, Frosty~” Gricko teased. 

And so…Frost’s nostalgic love for raspberries was quickly overshadowed by tickly laughter and A LOT of teasing. Maybe one day Frost will be able to enjoy a nice, good laugh in peace. 

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

Hello! If your request are open I was wondering could you do headcanons for fem reader x Kumiho cookie or Raspberry Cookie? Unless you've already done something for them I haven't been able to find it. ^^

fem s/o hcs ; cookie run kingdom

thank you for requesting anon <3

this includes both kumiho cookie and raspberry cookie <3

reader is assumed as female <3

my account is 16+, please interact accordingly <3

-> kumiho cookie

when it comes to pet names she generally leans towards cutesy stuff (think: ‘sweetie’, ‘honey’, ‘baby’, etc.) but she usually just uses your name unless she actively wants something from you — like your attention if she feels like you’re ‘neglecting her’ too much

on the other hand, she hates being called by her ‘name’ and much prefers being referred to as all sorts of cute pet names by you — so anything from ‘darling’ and ‘dearest’ to ‘angel’ and ‘cutie’ is completely fine by her (and will be rewarded if such terms of endearment don’t come as naturally to her you as they do to her)

she’s very physically affectionate and always seems to be hanging off of your body when you’re together (an arm around your shoulder, cuddling into your side whilst hugging your arm, hugging you from behind, kissing your neck/cheek/lips randomly, etc.) and she’s also very liberal when it comes to complimenting you (when you’re with her it’s pretty much impossible to think negatively about yourself) — but her main love language is actually quality time

she’s absolutely the type of girlfriend to pick at your food when you’re eating even though she doesn’t necessarily need to eat like you do — she’s also the sort to enjoy being ‘cutesy’ by hand feeding you sweets, fruits, and snacks whenever you’re eating together

being with you and knowing that you’re spending time with her because you care for her as a person and aren’t just caught up in her charm and seduction is incredibly comforting and reassuring for kumiho cookie — especially if that quality time allows her to shed her human form for a bit and be playful in her original body (bonus points if you let her nap on/beside you whilst she’s a fox because those bouts of sleep are the best she ever has)

she’s quick to jealousy but the way that she goes about showing it isn’t exactly obvious to anyone that isn’t really close to her (anyone but you, in other words): being extra affectionate towards you, verbally flirting with you, batting her eyelashes at you, trying to lure you away from the other party through whatever means possible, and subtly glaring at and goading the person she’s jealous of whenever you’re not looking at her

kumiho cookie is forever bragging about you and all of your accomplishments to anyone who will listen — discussing the treats and foods you’ve made for her with vendors at the markets she frequents, charming others into doing what she wants whilst dropping in comments about how in love she is with you (making it clear that she’s taken whilst still getting whatever she desires from them), and gushing over the last date you took her on with those she gets along with (usually okchun cookie after she helps her village) whenever she gets the chance

-> raspberry cookie

raspberry cookie defaults to terms of endearment that are more ‘traditional’ and ‘respectable’ because of her upbringing, social status, and the perception of her within her family (and because of it) — so things like ‘darling’, ‘angel’ and ‘my dear’ are common place for her

her main love languages are acts of service (giving) and words of affirmation (receiving) — she’s forever bringing you your favourite foods from the markets and running you baths after long days, and after a stressful day of training or an event where she felt like she fell just short of her goal, she loves nothing more than coming home to you and being wrapped up in your arms as you tell her, earnestly, how much you love her and how proud you are of her for how far she’s come

her kisses are all very chaste and appropriate until the two of you are married (and even then she’s still very proper around others) because of how she’s been brought up: light pecks to the insides of your wrists, chaste kisses along each knuckle and fingertip, kissing the back of your hand before she leaves you to go and train, pressing her lips to your temple/the crown of your head before you part ways for a longer period of time, and even chastely pecking your lips in a stolen moment of privacy at one of the grand royal balls held by queen hollyberry and her family

she’s incredibly protective over you and isn’t afraid to challenge anyone who dares to insult or mistreat you to a duel — though they very rarely take her up on her offer due to her reputation as a skilled swordswoman and the vast majority will trip over their words in an attempt to apologise to you before fleeing with their tails between their legs

when talking to others she never uses the words ‘girlfriend’ or ‘partner’ to refer to you as she doesn’t like the sound of them — ‘my beloved’ is the term she uses most often for you and, later on in your relationship, she’ll start calling you things like ‘my fiancée’ and ‘my wife’ with so much obvious pride that it makes your heart swell

she doesn’t really get jealous so much as she gets protective over you — she trusts you with everything she has and knows that you’d never stray from your relationship, but she’s also keenly aware of the fact that there are others in the kingdom that are interested in you and that won’t necessarily respect a simple ‘no thank you’ or another such form of rejection (hence why she insists on training you to protect yourself and why she always sticks close by you when you’re in public together)

if you offer to feed her some of whatever you’re eating (e.g. picking a single grape off of the vine, or taking a small piece of the cake you’re testing and bringing it to her lips to try), then raspberry cookie will promptly go pink in the cheeks and timidly accept your offer — she’s not used to small ‘cute’ gestures like that, which is plainly obvious once you get to know her, but she appreciates them nonetheless

[supercom-pute-r]

Ya lo dije en mi ig y lo voy a decir aca (y seguro dsp lo suba en ingles, pq esto es un tema q deberia trascender) pero que la bande de Derpy en EG2 no tenga nombre, ni un trma completo o este en spotify/ ALGUN LADO ES UNA FALTA DE RESPETO. ES WEIRD GIRL ERASURE. ES UN ATAQUE PERSONAL HACIA MI. YO LAS AMO DERPY HOOVES (YO), BLUEBERRY PIE Y RASPBERRY FLUFF

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

—————

You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

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Hi hi! Could you do raspberry cookie headcanons with a s/o whose like werewolf cookie in the fact they can transform into a werewolf and is kinda really scared that their gonna accidentally hurt her?

You’re so real for this anon

Raspberry x Werewolf Reader

Raspberry is not scared easily. When she first saw you as a werewolf she was kinda like huh. Dog. Cool.

She both loves and hates the fact that you’re very careful around her. Like yeah she understands it’s sweet and everything but it’s a little demeaning to her. She wants you to know she can stand up for herself!

She will wrestle with you if you ever allow it. She likes playing little games with you too, or having arm wrestling contests or just generally exercising with you.

Raspberry is really into yoga and no one can tell me otherwise. She’s probably gonna drag you into it to. She’s also likely to drag other knights like her cousin or Madeleine into it as well. Be prepared to have an entire yoga class every Friday.

Will fight and defend your honor should it ever be questioned. No joke, if someone insults you or calls you a derogatory term for werewolves then this woman is ready to kill. Maybe not kill. But she’s ready to prove anyone wrong who believes so, through words or actions.

She really likes fluffy things. Expect lots of pets and fur ruffles in your werewolf form. She’ll also help trim the floof if it gets too long or gets in the way.

Overall any type of physical affection is something that Raspberry Cookie loves. She doesn’t care if you have claws or teeth or anything similar, she just craves affection from you!

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Hugging a lee's midsection and proceeding to blow raspberries on their tummy while they squeal happily