#beast boy loves raven tickle

[veryblushyswitch]

💜 Raven & Beast Boy 💚 ~ (tickle headcanons) ~

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*Beast Boy is so fucking ticklish oh my gosh-

*When I tell you a poke to the side and he’s already giggling his head off. Raven finds it so adorable and hilarious.

*That doesn’t mean she’s immune to it though.

*Beat Boy is such a tickle monster and loves loves loves to tickle Raven. Not that she minds. Even though she would never admit that. 💜

*Okay ticklish Beast Boy time tho ✨

*He’s such a squirmer. Can’t stay still even if he wanted to. He’s just too sensitive.

*Raven will play the try not to move game with him and he will always fail. Especially if she goes for his ears.

*Something about his ears just makes him go ballistic.

*And his ticklishness can also transfer to his animal forms!

*His ears are always sensitive no matter what animal, but levels of ticklishness for different spots varies.

*Animals such as dogs and wolves are more sensitive to stomach rubs. (cliché I know, but too cute not to make a hc)

*Whereas other animals like monkeys have ticklish underarms, birds have ticklish wings, etc.

*Has definitely used his animal forms to escape and/or enact revenge against Raven.

*Nuzzling her neck as a puppy is one of his personal favorites 💖

*Raven is more on the giggly side. Beast Boy gets so flustered and doe eyed at her giggles. They’re so adorable and happy.

*If you get her shoulder blades or thighs tho- She’s laughing out loud and even letting out some snorts.

*BEAST BOY ADORES HER SNORTS 👏👏👏

*Raven always gets so embarrassed by them!! It’s also the only times she really blushes while being tickled.

*If Beast Boy kisses her neck while tickling her she’ll blush from that too tho. 🥰

*These two have tickle battles that last months.

*A single poke could intact a war that has one sneakily going after the other or one of them ambushing the other while they sleep.

*Beast Boy is feather ticklish while Raven isn’t, but Raven is much more susceptible to raspberries.

*I could see Beast Boy having a sensitive back too. Not super ticklish, but enough to make him squirm a little if Raven ever gets too close to his sides while scratching his back.

*Cuddly morning tickles for both of them 💖

*Raven is a night owl & Beast Boy is an early bird.

*Late night tickles for Beast Boy to help him go to sleep and wake up tickles for Raven.

*These two are so so cute and I loved reading the series so much. 💖

[starlightglimglam27666]

Teen Titans Ticklish Headcannons

Robin- Robin is very ticklish. In fact he is the most ticklish out of the Titans. You can just tease him and he'll go into a giggle fit. He's the main and residential lee among the Titans and mainly Starfire and Terra will tickle him with every opportunity they can get. He's rarely a ler, but when he is, he's the most gentle and merciful out of his friends.

Starfire- Starfire is the second most ticklish out of the Titans. She will literally double over in laughter if you tickle her. Drag a feather across her tummy and she'll burst into adorable laughter. She's a very devious ler, as she's relentless and merciless. She won't stop until her desire for laughter is satisfied. Her favorite lee is Robin, and she loves the sound of his adorable laughter.

Beast Boy- Beast Boy is extremely ticklish. If anyone even slightly touches his soft tummy, he will lose it and become a giggling mess. (BB's laugh is super cute!) He's a remarkable ler, as he will playfully ambush his friends whenever he's in the mood. He's the kind who'll respect boundaries and will ask if he went too far afterwards.

Terra- Terra isn't as ticklish as Starfire or even Robin, but she's still pretty sensitive. Her exposed tummy is an easy target for her teammates. Cyborg will literally sneak tickles to her and Raven will do a full on tickle attack on her. She is a merciful ler, which means she will stop when her lee asks. She'll mostly tickle people if they talk her into it.

Cyborg- Cyborg is pretty ticklish, but is better at hiding it after all the Tickle Wars Starfire has had. Be pretty sneaky if you want to suprise tickle him. He will definitely seek revenge. He is the second most devious ler. He literally will tickle his lee until they surrender. He will wreck his lee if they figuratively ask for it.

Raven- Raven is the least ticklish out of the Titans. All she gives out are small giggles and laughs. She still will openly admit it, even if it doesn't affect her as much. She is also the most evil ler you will meet. She's not picky about her lees though, but if they provoke her, she will wreck them and won't show mercy unless they take it back.

[autisticempathydaemon]

hopping straight into this hehe

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

feel this way by mega mango ("i saw you, i sought you/and you saw me too")

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

i <3 horror analysis video essays

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

hold something warm (cat, blanket, person, etc)

What is your favorite of Redacted’s videos, and why?

antons tinkering vid calms my mind and neutralizes my temper. he is so kind

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

david does not appeal to me lol

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

jurassic park

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

the whole DAMN crew but lasko is my best friend. in my mind i drive him to his grindr hookups

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

this novel ive read 3 times (its longer than the bible)

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

7-eleven slurpee or XL coffee depending on the time of year

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

guy enchants me. he is so fucking annoying and i want to smother him

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

i love japanese stage productions (the culture is extremely in depth and niche and cool)

ALSO

im slowly writing a novel and write horror short stories in my free time

Oh, we stan a creative writing duo, so it’s gotta be Guy.

One, do you know that you are giving off 100% Honey vibes? USDA Organic, single origin, California Honey and I love it it’s precious /gen

Two, we adore a couple that writes together! I imagine parallel work, just sitting in the same room and space and typing at your respective laptops, would be such a lovely activity for y’all. Would it be necessarily productive? Maybe!

I can very much see Guy being a bundle of energy, unable to sit still, and you putting your legs on top of his till he gets at least another page of his draft done. Either that or writing is one of the rare times Guy focuses of his own volition, and that ends up being a really quiet, intimate moment for you both, the two of you writing together.

I also don’t know what Guy writes, I’m sure Erik is leaving that ambiguous so we can play around with that, but that bubbly dude paired with a horror writer just tickles me pink, I love it. It’s giving golden retriever black cat, beast boy and raven (gn).

Song:

I've heard about him before/ I wanted to know some more/ And now I know what they mean, he's a love machine/ Oh, he makes me dizzy

I continue and persist with the Honey-kinnie allegations. Guy is most definitely a musical theater kid, and this is the cheesy, glorious shit he’d sing at the top of his lungs, following you around and lovingly harassing you for affection.

Runner-Ups:

I kind of like Regulus for you- a horror for a horror fan. Milo would also be a cute match given he’s a heckin scaredy cat. It’s the horror video essays though. Regulus would have no interest, would turn them off if he thought they were taking your attention from him. Milo would watch them, but he’d get spooked. Guy picks the next one off the suggested videos column, and then you’re both down a twelve-hour knowledge rabbit hole.

Note: I worded the playlist question weirdly; you’re not the only one who sent me a Redacted playlist, so you’re totally fine, dear 💜 also I’m so curious as to what this novel you’re talking about is

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[darkmatter-nebula]

Colli gets captured by the raven beast for cuddles.

Good morning! Thanks for the request!

Drabble: The Raven Beast And Her Little Nephew

"Aunt Lilith, that tickles!" A certain small starboy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face as he was cuddled by the Raven Beast. In her mindscape, Lilith was glad that the Beast didn't mean any harm towards Colli.

Speaking of Colli, the kindhearted eternal child was loved a lot by the Raven Beast. She nuzzled softly Colli's freckled cheek. A little later, Colli began to feel warm and cozy. It didn't take long for the immortal celestial boy to fall asleep, cuddled close to the Raven Beast. Then, Lilith turned back to normal and pulled Colli closer. "I love you." She whispered softly as she caressed lovingly Colli's cheek.

The End

[junko-en0shima]

Ahh this is such a cool idea, I'd love a match up if you have a moment! With Attack on Titan (I'd prefer the veterans if possible), Jujutsu Kaisen, Stranger Things, and DC Uni (specifically Teen Titans or Justice League?)

My name is Sky and I'm 25. I go by she/her pronouns and I'm bisexual, I lean towards men but if the emotional connection is there I of course go either way.

My love language is acts of service and quality time.

My favorite hobbies consists of writing, watching my favorite shows, reading, playing video games, playing guitar/ukulele, baking/cooking, looking at funny things, and drinking more tea than I need to. I also like to be outside but I'm not a fan of physical activity. I like to listen to jazz while I'm doing background work.

I'm an ISFJ, and my enneagram is Type 6w5 (I think that's how you state that? I'm still kind of new to understanding them)

I like to think I'm chaotic neutral, and my Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff.

Your match for Attack On Titan is... Miche Zacharius!

He can smell your baking or cooking in your hair; like he thinks it's scientifically possible for the smells to impregnate into people's hair.

He can sing very well, but he sings just when it's just the two of you around and no one else; you playing the guitar or ukulele and him, singing very sweet words for you.

Sometimes he sneaks away from training with you, as he's not into exercise as well to spend quality time that you wouldn't be able to spend (careful Levi doesn't find out).

Didn't really like jazz at first as it was too loud for him, but he ended up liking it because of you.

Your match for Jujutsu Kaisen is... Gojo Satoru!

Idk why, but I think he matches your energy somehow.

If you sneak out of training, he will playfully yell at you and tickle you as punishment.

It's hilarious how he dances to jazz music; Nobara, Megumi and Itadori watch him like this -> 😮‍💨

I feel like you could be a bit jealous of Miwa at first as you though she had a crush on him, but then you found out she didn't because she was just fangirl and Gojo has many so you're okay with that... as long as they don't cross your line.

Your match for Stranger Things is... Eddie Munson!

He looked mean and scary to you, but one day somehow you managed to spend a bit of time to get to know him better and he wasn't as bad as you though.

You automatically became best friend with Chrissy, who sets all of your dates and helps you getting ready for them.

Watches your favourite shows with you; he doesn't look like he's very interested, but just wait a while until he starts asking questions. "So why did he cheat on her? What is she gonna do about it?"

You and Chrissy go to all his Corroded Coffin concerts wearing merchandising from head to toe and your eyes are focused on him all the time.

Your match for DC (Teen Titans) is... Robin aka Dick Grayson!

Since his eyes crossed yours, he promised himself to protect you, no matter what.

All other Titans (except for Starfire, who became your best friend ever) didn't like you at first, but since when Beast Boy and Cyborg saw you playing ukulele, they dance at all the songs you play now and Raven told you kinda look "cool" (you're gonna get used to it).

Enjoys jazz music and cooking/baking as well! It looks like the food you make is even tastier when he's around.

Never lets you go on missions with them as he's afraid to lose you rhough Raven tries to convince him that everything will be alright.

[author-morgan]

Hi there! So I have a request for Eivor if it hasn't already been requested yet and if you have the time. Since I've started to play the game I love the Cairn stone events. I would love it if you could possibly write something with Eivor teaching his young daughter about them and teaching her how to stack them.

man, i wish i loved the cairns as much as you. i've never wanted to throw my controller through the tv more, not to mention the one i spent almost 2 hours on. but gosh if this isn't super cute, so here you go, Eivor teaches his and your daughter how to stack stones. m!Eivor x fem!Reader

SVANDÍS PROTESTS WHEN you veer from the path leading down to the wharf, instead taking to one of the benches outside the longhouse. Sitting down with a long and heavy sigh, you wipe the sweat from your brow —it is only a spring morning with a cool breeze, but the aches and sniffles from the prior evening have taken hold. Valka will tell you it is a spring fever and that rest, and a good meal is the best remedy, but you have an antsy five-year-old on the verge of tears, tugging at your skirts. “But you promised!” She pouts.

“I know” —you stroke back her blond hair, already in disarray from chasing rabbits— “I know, little one, and I am sorry.” Svandís crosses her arms and looks up at you with those clear blue eyes that are impossible to resist, yet another reflection of her father. You sigh, wiping the dirt from her cheek. Breaking promises never feels good, especially ones made to your young daughter, even if it was to stack stones. “All I need is a few days of rest, and then we can go,” you assure her. Where are you, Eivor?

As though the gods have heard your silent prayers, two long horn blasts echo around Ravensthorpe and the surrounding forests. Shortly after, the longship docks —Eivor and his crew dispersing among the settlement. “Eivor!” You call, waving to him as he nears the longhouse —a smile blossoming on his travel-worn countenance when he sees you and his daughter. Little Svandís darts to her father quick as an arrow. He scoops her up into his arms, pressing short kisses across her cheeks and forehead, laughing as she does. Her arms wrap around his neck as he balances her on his arm.

Eivor places Svandís back on the ground, frowning as he sees the pallor tinting your complexion and the sheen of sweat on your brow. “Are you ill?” He asks, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead before you can give him an answer —your skin is hot to the touch, his frown deepens.

“Spring fever,” you tell him, swatting his hand away, “nothing rest will not solve.” He knows it to be true. A few days rest would see you right as rain, but for now, he’ll take his chances and kiss his wife. Eivor bends down, his lips wind-chapped from the sea and river, but his kiss is gentle and sweet, a way to say I love you without speaking. When he pulls away, he brushes the wisps of hair clinging to your forehead aside and lays a quick kiss there too, sitting next to you.

Svandís’s excitement has already worn away —the pout on her lips is back. If she can’t get her way with you, then she knows her father won’t be able to deny her. “And what is wrong with you, my little shieldmaiden?” Eivor asks, picking Svandís up and setting her on his knee. She crosses her arms, squinting at you —still crestfallen.

“Mama promised she was gonna teach me how to stack stones,” she tells him.

Eivor’s lips curl into a smile beneath his golden beard —longer and shaggier than you are used to seeing. “She was?” Svandís nods. “Well, do you want to know who taught her to stack stones?” He inquires, raising a brow, eyes flitting to you. She looks between you and Eivor, blue eyes wide and questioning. “I did,” he tells her, boastful, smile widening as her arms uncross, already seeing the next question popping into her racing mind. “And my mother taught me when I was just a boy,” Eivor explains.

He strokes back Svandís’s messy braids and looks to you with a wide smile, grateful to have the chance to be the one to teach his daughter the art of making cairns. Eivor reaches for your hand and cranes his head down, blond whiskers tickling your skin before his lips brush against your knuckles. “Let your mother rest, Svandís,” he says, letting your hand go as he stands, shifting Svandís up onto his shoulders, “I know just the spot.”

EIVOR PULLS BACK on the reins of his chestnut horse, bringing the beast to a halt next to a bend in the River Nene. He slides from the saddle, then lifts Svandís, setting her on the riverbank. “First,” he says, freeing a woven sack from his belt, “we must gather our stones.” Crouching down, he picks up a stone, smooth and flat —like a honey cake— and places it in his daughter’s hand, letting her feel the weight and rounded edges. “Look for ones that are smooth and flat,” Eivor explains, knowing those are the ones to make for easy stacking for a young novice. It does not take long for them to fill the small sack with river stones —setting back off for the hilltop.

Cresting the hill reveals a vista to the north, overlooking the river and green rolling hills of Mercia —a calm and quiet place, good for clearing the mind, easing the soul, and stacking stones. Eivor sets Svandís to the ground, lowering the sack of stones too before dismounting —breathing in the crisp spring air, lingering with the scent of wildflowers, honeysuckle, and rain. Eivor eyes the patch of wild daisies growing beneath the shade of an ash tree, thinking they’d make a sweet gift for you to keep bedside.

Turning out the stones, he sits, first watching as Svandís eagerly begins stacking the stones. The short piles fall to shambles with her careless haste, but this is part of the learning process. “Failure is part of it, Svandís,” Eivor consoles when she lets out a frustrated groan, her wobbling tower of stone finally crumbling. He sees his younger self reflected in his daughter’s disappointment, remembering the times when his cairns would teeter and fall. He swore never to bother with them again —his mother laughed, knowing her son wouldn’t be able to stand failing at anything in life. He leans forward, resting a hand on her small shoulder. “Think of it as a test of mind,” Eivor says, tapping her noggin before picking up and reordering the felled stones. “You need patience and perseverance.”

Taking the broadest stone from their collection, he smooths over the ground before them both, knocking away small pebbles and little twigs —creating a good base on which to build. Eivor takes the largest and flattest stone, placing it first. “See?” He says, recalling how his mother first explained it to him. “You want the flattest and largest stones near the bottom to build a strong foundation.” Looking over the scattered stones, he picks another one, setting it atop the first —twisting and flipping to find the best way to place it. He nods for Svandís to try again.

Svandís places another stone atop the two already there, echoing her father’s motion of twisting and turning to find the best place to set it. She looks over her shoulder, seeking assurance and approval, Eivor nods, and the cairn grows taller. Before she places some of the last stones, Eivor stills her hand, hovering over the stack. “Don’t let go until you are certain they will not fall,” he tells her in a low breath. She nods, carefully placing the last three stones. The stack is small —not even reaching the height of his father’s bearded axe— but it stable, unmoving in the wind or Svandís’s excited outburst.

“Just like with everything, it takes practice,” Eivor reminds her, wrapping an arm around her small waist. The first cairns he stacked with his mother and father as a boy were just as unimpressive, but he lived and learned and soon could stack them higher than he was tall. He grins with pride, seeing Svandís smile. “The more you stack, the taller they’ll grow,” he tells her, lifting his hand in the air, “and one day you just might make one tall enough to see the home of the gods.”

Eivor reaches into the small pouch at his hip, pulling out two small red-green apples. “Did Uncle Sigurd ever stack stones with you?” Svandís asks, settling next to Eivor, taking the slice of apple he holds out.

“No,” Eivor laughs, recalling the times Sigurd would bother him while trying to make cairns, “he stole my stones more often than naught and called me troll-toothed.” Svandís giggles. The commotion piques Sýnin’s curiosity from where he circles above on an updraft of wind. Sýnin swoops down, landing on Eivor’s shoulder —the raven’s head tilts this way and that as he observes the short stacks of stones, thinking one to be a good perch. The raven hops down, beats his wings once, and settles atop the last stack Svandís built —preening his blue-black feathers. “Look,” Eivor announces, merry with pride, “you’ve built a cairn sturdy enough for Sýnin to perch.” The raven croaks in agreement, bobbing his head up and down. Svandís leans forward, rubbing Sýnin’s head with one of her fingers, smiling when his croaks turn to soft gurgles.

Looking to the sky, Eivor sees the first dark clouds rolling in from a distance, shrouding part of the sun. It will rain later. “Come, little one,” he says, rising with a soft groan —a reminder he is not so young anymore— “I think it’s time we check on your mother.” He goes to the patch of daisies, taking a handful and severing them from the earth with the throwing axe at his back before whistling to his horse. It is an easy ride back to Ravensthorpe, through the forest, and across a shallow parting in the river.

Stabling the chestnut mare, Eivor kneels outside the fence where Svandís waits, bouncing on her toes. He hands her the small bouquet of daisies so that she may give them to you, though before he can stand, she leaps into his arms, squeezing tight. “Thank you for teaching me, father,” Svandís says, almost a whisper.

Eivor brushes back her hair, kissing his daughter’s forehead, eyes crinkled with his smile. “And I am thankful to have been able to teach you,” he answers, swallowing the lump of heavy emotion rising in his throat. “Now, let's tell your mother about our day,” he says, still smiling, scooping Svandís up when he rises. For a second, Eivor does not move, his gaze skyward to the setting sun, a silent prayer of gratitude on his lips, and a hope that he will live to have many more days like this with his little shieldmaiden.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Onions Among the Roses

“What in the world do two completely different plants have to do with this?”

“... ‘Onions’ can only make you stronger--so do not be ashamed to cut them.”

Yes, that is apparently a real thing that people do.

***Spoilers for Riddle’s childhood, Ghost Marriage Riddle’s home screen lines, and chapter 1 of the main story!***

***CONTENT WARNING: this piece mentions a dysfunctional family and emotional abuse!***

Imagine this...

The stillness of the kitchen was near stifling. Quiet, save for the sounds of ingredients being prepared for plating--the soft gurgle of simmering water, the methodical cut of knives against a wooden board or vegetable flesh.

Riddle sucked in a breath through his teeth, careful to not breathe in the noxious fumes of his half-cut onion. Instead, the oppressive atmosphere slipped in, and he almost gagged.

Small talk, he suggested to himself, make some small talk to drive this horridness away.

“So,” the Heartslabyul dorm leader began, trying to sound casual, “how are you finding the Master Chef course to be so far, Silver?”

“It has been a fascinating experience. I am pleased with the progress that I am making.” He spoke seriously as he whittled away at a potato, forming one continuous ribbon of skin. His iridescent eyes beheld a subtle glow to them--thoughtful. “Father has been pleased as well. He praised the Chicken with Tomato Sauce that I prepared last night.”

Riddle’s knife froze midair. “Your father has visited Night Raven College?”

“Well, more or less,” Silver confessed with a shrug. “He’s always around, always keeping an eye on me, some way or another.”

“I... I see.” Riddle’s eyes turned slightly downcast. “I have not yet had the honor of presenting my cooking to anyone, let alone my father.”

“I’m sure that he would love your food.” Silver reassured him. He set down his neatly peeled potato and started on a new one, the blade of his knife pressed firmly against the grain.

“I’m not so certain,” the redhead replied, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He brought his knife down, cleaving slices from his onion’s bulbous body. “I am not particularly close to either one of my parents. They are not intimate with one another, either.”

Riddle remembered them well: long afternoons and evenings, stretching into bouts of silence, punctured only by the clinking of silverware. His mother and father staring into their own dishes, refusing to address one another. A ‘dessert’ placed before him, tasting of limp cardboard and sadness.

No smiles or joy to be had.

“A Rosehearts family meal is not one you would wish to be invited to,” he declared with the shake of his head.

“Oh.” Silver’s hands came to a stop, his potato peel dangling precariously by his hip. “I’m sorry to hear that, Riddle.”

“Don’t be,” he insisted--a bit too quickly, perhaps. “I may not enjoy it, but I have come to accept it for what it is: my reality. I must hold my head high and continue to advance, regardless of that.”

“Your dedication is admirable,” Silver nodded stiffly, “but even if it is your reality, that does it does not make the blows you’ve been dealt any less painful. Wounds of the body and wounds of the heart can hurt equally.”

“... I suppose so.” Again and again, Riddle’s knife came down mercilessly upon the onion. His motions had gotten smoother with time and repetition, but his dices were still not even in size.

They settled back into silence, each boy tending to their own mise en place. Simmering. Chopping. Discomfort seeped in and filled the space between them.

Silver cleared his throat. “... How are you finding the Master Chef course?”

“Ah... The instruction has been very informative, but I fear I still have a long way to go when it comes to putting lecture material to practice.” Riddle eyed Silver’s knife. “You seem to be quite skilled in some regards already.”

“Swordplay is my specialty,” he replied. “I have been training since I was young. The same goes for Sebek.”

“Practical skills will serve you well.” Riddle flinched as the odor of onions tickled his nostrils. He sucked in another breath through his teeth.

He had once thought of wielding a whisk or a spatula, of whipping cream and flipping patties. He had wanted to make mud pies and set up a lemonade stand. Dreamt of colors and textures and shapes and flavors. To mold them with his own hands, to taste them with his own tongue.

“The only things you need to worry about are your grades--your grades, and following the rules,” his mother had told him, plucking the butter knife out of his hands. Over and over and over. “Go back to your books.”

His dreams laid in shards upon the floor.

“I’ve had a very privileged, but sheltered, upbringing,” Riddle said with a weak laugh, “so I am afraid that when it comes to hands-on exercises such as this... I may very well underperform.”

“It’s fine. No one is perfect at everything.”

“I must be.”

Silver cast his classmate a puzzled look. 

“I must,” Riddle repeated, tightening his grip on the handle of his knife, “if I wish to live independently. I cannot always rely on Trey to prepare tea, or Che’nya to yank me outdoors.”

“Riddle...”

How mad his mother had been when she had discovered him missing, when she had discovered the sugar dusting his lips. The strawberry tart had tasted sweet, yet fleeting. She had screeched like a banshee, forbidden him from playing with the other children ever again.

And how livid she had been when he had confronted her over winter break.

“You are my son. You are a Rosehearts. You will not defy me--you will not defy the rules!” she had roared. “Who has been planting these poisonous thoughts in your mind? I want to speak to them!!”

He inhaled shakily and shoved the memories of her shouting out of his mind.

“I need to start making strides on my own--and this is the first step towards that. I cannot allow myself to fail, no matter what.” The redhead pressed the tip of his blade into the onion--the hand curled atop the vegetable, trembling. His expression, solemn.

Silver set down his knife and potato, briskly walked over to Riddle’s workspace, and grasped his wrists. “Stop. You’re shaking all over. It’s not safe to cut it like that.”

“But the onion--”

“Forget the onion. Take a bre--” Silver came to a full pause when he saw Riddle’s face. “... You’re crying.”

And so he was.

Fat tears rolled down his face, his cheeks bloated and rosy. The Heartslabyul dorm leader shook, furiously rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands. He sniffled loudly, but managed to choke something semi-comprehendible out.

“Th-The onions must be making my eyes water.”

“Of course. Let me get you a towel.”

It took only a few moments for Silver to retrieve a warm, wet cloth. He offered it to Riddle, who immediately pressed the cloth to his eyes.

“I’m... I’m sorry. You shouldn’t see me in such a pathetic state.”

“As I have said before, you are fine,” Silver said patiently. “No man is able to take down a beast by himself. It takes the backing of an entire village to ensure that he is prepared for his quest.”

“But crying at my age... It is unfitting, especially for a dorm leader.”

“Falling and losing your footing are all normal in the learning process. I stumbled a lot as well when I was training with the sword. What matters is that you are able to pick yourself up afterwards. Never losing sight of your goal.”

Silver folded his arms. “To be both the best student, and the best chef. To gain independence for yourself. That is why you fight, and why you shed your tears.”

Riddle slowly lowered the towel from his eyes. His wet gaze met Silver’s. “Are tears truly something to be proud of?”

"... There are many roses in the Valley of Thorns. And, sometimes, onions are planted alongside them. It is said that when they are grouped together, onions can enhance the fragrant aroma of roses." 

“What in the world do two completely different plants have to do with this?”

"... 'Onions' can only make you stronger--so do not be ashamed to cut them.” Silver plucked a fresh bulb from a basket and handed it to his peer. “Rest, and reflect on it. When you are ready, you can return to your ingredients.”

He turned and started to walk back to his own work station, but paused midstride.

“Riddle.”

“Yes?”

“You should come over sometime, and join us for a meal. Fath...” Silver caught himself and rushed to correct his phrasing. “Ah, I mean... you should come over to Diasomnia. Malleus-sama and Lilia-sama would be happy to host you.”

Riddle gave the smallest of smiles. “I would like that very much.”

[nobodycallsmerae]

139. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” BBStar? (Beast boy x StarFire)

First off, I am so, soo sorry for the late answer!! 🙇🏻

I personally don't ship Beast Boy with Starfire, so ngl I was a bit reluctant to write this as I did not wanted the interactions to be stiff and weird ^^’

But, I wanna thank you for giving me this pair because I had a blast writing this!! (and guess what, I even low-key ship them now.)

Also, I read "the habitual affection of undefined things" by @callmefairyofthesea to like, get into the ship, and that one there is a masterpiece. You should totally check it out if you haven't already!!

I hope you like this story!! (I really, really hope you do 🤞)

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It was a beautiful sunny day, but Beast Boy was not exactly pleased.

It wasn’t that he was against sunny days or anything; the shapeshifter was all up for a bright day of team bonding and shenanigans, but on idle days like this, when they’d have nothing exciting to do, the bright, beautiful day reminded him too much of her.

The way the leaves waved in the air, much like her long fiery hair. The way the birds chirped and sang, almost rivaling her cheery aura, and most of all the way the sun shined, reminding him how she would make the room light up with her presence alone.

Sunny days never failed to remind him of her.

He blinked and looked away from the huge windows, coming back into the Titans’ common room with a sigh.

‘What’s with the sighs dude, you’re creeping me out.’ Cyborg commented from the couch, looking at him with a skeptical look.

Beast Boy just slightly shook his head with a tired smile as a silent response to his friend. He looked around the common room. Cyborg was on the couch, non-committedly playing a video-game and Raven was curled up with a book as usual. The green boy was sitting on the dining table, poking a piece of chocolate cake in front of him.

The delicious looking frosted cake was fresh, it was only brought to the Titans’ Tower that morning by Barbara Gordon, the leader’s girlfriend, who was visiting Nightwing from Gotham. The two bat-kids had been in a relationship for a year now, having started dating a year after Starfire and Nightwing had broken up.

The previous love-birds didn’t have a fight, and neither was their break-up nasty; they’d just realized that they weren’t exactly “the one” for each other, and called it quits on friendly terms.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Beast Boy spotted Silkie crawling on the table, inching closer to him, and he subtly slided the plate farther away from him so the mutant couldn’t reach it. He loved Silkie very much, but no sacrifices were to be made to the last piece of his favourite cake.

The alien animal happily moaned and squealed as the shapeshifter took him into his arms and began tickling him with care. Beast Boy was like Silkie’s dad, having co-parenting it alongside Starfire.

He sighed yet again, impulsively taking a look at a distracted Cyborg before falling into his thoughts again. Whatever he did, everything always came back to the alien beauty. Though it wasn’t an obsession, he made sure of that, it was just that thinking about her made him feel warm and giddy and things he never thought he could feel so strongly before.

The truth was, Beast Boy had fallen for Starfire.

How could he not?

He’d already had a school-boy like crush on her when he’d first met her all these years ago, and honestly, it was totally because of how she looked. Her beautiful hair, the elegant yet fierce way she carried herself, and didn't get him started on her magical, shining eyes. But over the years, as they’d all grown together, physically and emotionally, he’d fallen for her because of who she was.

She was Koriand’r, princess of Tamaran.

Starfire, a hero, who would do anything for the ones she loved, and even the ones who did not deserve her love.

She was kind, generous, compassionate, and so much more which Beast Boy guessed he didn’t know the words to describe.

She would always make others smile, and even have that pretty smile on her face, even when she didn’t feel like it. In many ways, Beast Boy had learnt through their many evenings together, she was so much like him.

She made him happy, truely, and he liked to believe that he made her happier too. Star would always smile when she was with her friends, but Beast Boy felt that sometimes, her smile would grow brighter, wider… or even softer when they’d have those unexpected stop and stare moments.

The green superhero let Silkie crawl out of his grasp as he heard the doors of the common room swooshed open, letting in a gush of air, as if to fan out his fogged thoughts.

He didn’t have to look up to know that Starfire had entered the room. Even though the princess hadn’t announced her entry yet, Beast Boy just knew. It was the aura that she carried herself with that told him. The aura of rainbows and gumdrops and unicorns who would totally kick your ass if you messed with them.

‘Hello friends!’ Starfire sang, gleefully flying into the common room.

Cyborg silently waved and Raven nodded in her direction, as Beast Boy smiled at their teammate’s entrance.

‘Hiy’a Star!!’ He greeted her with his usual goofy-grin. Even though he knew he was too obvious sometimes, he could never consciously let Starfire know about his unrequited love for her.

She could never know. He would never be able to face what comes next after she knew. Because, truth be told, Beast Boy knew the alien princess could never return his feelings. She’d dated the Boy Wonder, Dick Grayson for God’s sake! And the fact that she was who she was, she could do so much better, she would never even consider the elf-eared jokester.

‘There you are, my bumgorf!’ Starfire smiled as she flew closer to the dining table, where Silkie was resting beside Beast Boy’s feet. ‘I have been looking all over for the you!’

‘Don’t worry, Star, he was just playin’ with me.’ Beast boy reassured her with a smile.

‘Not again. I can’t take it any more.’ He heard Raven mutter from the couch, but he wasn’t sure if she was referring to him or her book.

‘Ooh, is that the chocolate cake Babs brought?’ Star asked, pointing at the long forgotten plate on the table.

‘Oh, yeah, I was ju-’ Before the hero could complete his sentence, the alien princess swooped in and ate the cake piece in one gulp.

‘What the-’ Beast Boy’s eyes opened wide in shock. ‘Hey! I was gonna eat that!’

‘But it was so far away from you. I didn’t think that..’ Starfire looked at him with confused eyes.

‘Yeah, but I was going to eat it!’ The shapeshifter cried, looking at his teammate. He looked at the crumbs and frosting sticking to her mouth, though he wasn’t completely sure if he was looking at the cake crumbs or her soft, rosy lips.

‘I am so sorry Beast Boy, I didn’t mean to steal the cake from you!’ Star confessed, feeling awfully guilty with her actions. ‘Did you really like it that much?’

‘Well, yeah,’ Beast Boy silently muttered with a pout. ‘It was my favourite…’

‘Well, if that is the case,’ Starfire walked towards him, with her cheeks dusted in a lovely pink. ‘You can have this.’ She timidly muttered, before pressing her lips into the unsuspecting shapeshifter’s.

Beast Boy’s first instinct would be to be on high alert, to understand what the hell was happening, but he was too much in bliss to think about any of that.

The strong taste of cocoa and vanilla was still lingering on her lips, mixed with her own unique taste that he knew he was addicted to the moment it mingled with his own. He wasn’t so short now like he used to be, so his well-built arm draped around her middle, with her hands resting on his muscled chest.

On the couch, the empath and the tin-man spared each other knowing glances, and Raven not-so-subtly forced out a cough, to let her friends know that they were there before things got more steamy.

The two superheroes let go of each other after a minute or so, both of them out of breath, and ridiculously red.

After an eternity of just staring at each other with dopey smiles, Beast Boy’s smile faltered, and he clenched his hands, looking at his feet.

‘What language?’ He muttered, not able to face her.

‘Huh?’ Star tilted her head in confusion.

‘What language?’ He repeated. ‘I don’t think there’s a language that I know and you don’t. Then why…?’

‘Don’t you get it, Beast Boy…?’ Starfire muttered under her breath, so quietly that Beast Boy could barely hear it with his super senses.

Starfire sighed and smiled at him, looking the most confident, yet at the same time the most nervous he'd seen her.

‘It was your favourite cake right?’ She began, twiddling her fingers. ‘How about I treat you to cake tomorrow evening? And a cup of coffee..? Or milkshake, anything! There’s a new cafe I know that opened down of the town.’

‘Oh..’ Beast Boy’s eyes opened wide with her offer. ‘Uh, yeah, sure, of course!’ Y-Yes.’

‘Glorious!’ The princess sighed, visibly relaxing. ‘So then… it is the date?’ She meant to say it as a statement, but it came out more like a question.

‘Ye-yes!’ Beast Boy exclaimed, almost jumping while dying it. ‘It-It’s a date!’

‘Joy!’ Star giggled, and joyfully flew out of the common room, not before giving him a sweet kiss on his cheeks. She even gave Raven a knowing glance, one that read “girls’ night tonight!” in big, bold letters.

As Beast Boy just stood there for forever, dumb and love-struck, he finally came to his senses as he touched his cheek. And lips.

‘Dudes…’ He breathed, ‘Th-that really happened right?’

‘Back up, sister,’ Cyborg laughed from the couch, playfully putting an arm in front of a smirking Raven. ‘Loverboy’s gonna blow.’

Silkie randomly squeaked from the ground, and the starstruk shapeshifter aimlessly looked out of the window and smiled.

And at that moment, Beast Boy knew one thing.

He loved sunny days. Even more so than chocolate cake.

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I feel like I've cheated on an actual person wt-

(but dang i'm actually into them now.) (don't tell bbrae i said that.)

random but this pair totally reminds me of Jackson and Siena's relationship from Hannah Montana~ (also the fact that Siena was a b-b-b-bikini model.)

[and yup, I am open to prompts now!! I have to practice writing for my fic (the titans musical one (check it out already y'all!!)) and as I feel like I haven't written anything in forever, I'm really rusty, so feel free to send prompts!!]

ps, please share your thoughts! they make me happy >///<

[justanotherteentitansblog]

Bbrae week day 3 Starry Nights

(A/N I am an astrology hoe and that is the entire basis for this fanfiction. This is based on Gar’s actual birth chart based on his canon birthday. I can reveal his whole chart later and explain what it means if there’s interest. Also enjoy the brief lesson on astrology.)

“I don’t care what you have to say about that, Gar. I refuse to believe you,” 

Garfield trailed behind Raven on the way to her room several paces in front of him, “What did I even say that was so unbelievable?” 

Raven scoffed and turned to him so sharply that he almost ran into her, “There is no way in all the nine circles of hell, that you are a scorpio.” 

Gar threw up his hands in frustration and confusion, “What?! Yes I am! Why is that such an incredible thing to you?”

“Because Beast Boy, I’m a scorpio. A scorpio, you are not. You have to be mistaken, when’s your birthday?” 

“November 12th.” 

Raven’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Are you sure?” 

“About my own birthday?” Gar scoffed, “Yeah Rae, I’m pretty sure.” 

“OK, so you are a scorpio...you sure don’t act like it...what’s your moon sign?” 

“My what?” 

Raven sighed, “We’re just gonna have to do your whole birth chart, I need to get to the bottom of this. You have to have Aries or Leo or something in your big six or else you’re just a total enigma.” 

“You just said a whole lot of words that make absolutely no sense to me, but whatever you say Raven.” 

Raven continued her brisk pace to her room while Gar stared after her, she instinctively punched in the code and stood in the open doorway turning to look back at Gar. 

“Gar, come on.” 

The changeling balked at the sudden invitation, “You’re room? As in, YOU’RE room?” 

“All of my books on astrology are in here and there’s too many to bring out in the common area, so you might as well come in, but DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!” 

“Oh trust me, after accidentally being sucked into your mind a few years ago, I’m too scared to,” he said, stiffly entering the room and taking a tentative seat on the floor. 

After a short interview about the year, time and place of his birth, Raven got to work sketching out a circle with several connecting lines and symbols that seemed to mean something to her. 

Gar looked over her shoulder in curiosity as his warm breath grazed her cheek. Raven shuddered at the sudden intimacy of the moment but Gar was too transfixed on Raven’s work to notice. 

“So what is that?” 

Raven continued sketching without looking up, “It’s your birth chart, essentially it’s a map of the stars and planets and where they were at the time of your birth.” 

“Ah, right, makes sense. You really take this astrology stuff pretty seriously huh?” 

“I have to,” Raven said, connecting another line in the circle. 

“How come?” 

“How do you think they foretold the prophecy?” 

“So wait, your birth chart is just…” 

“It shows who you are and what is going to happen in your lifetime, but foretelling the future through astrology means getting into the houses and I don’t have enough training in that area to give you accurate predictions.” 

“So if not to tell the future then why are we doing this?” 

“To figure you out, and why you are the way you are.” 

The tone in the room shifted and Gar's mouth spread wide in a mischievous grin. He leaned forward, and whispered in Raven’s ear, his hot breath tickling her neck, “And why do you want to figure me out so badly?” 

Raven dropped the pen in her hand as her face went crimson and goosebumps appeared all over her body. With a shaky hand, she palmed the changeling’s face and effectively pushed him away from her, knocking him back on his butt. “Cut it out! I’m trying to work!” her voice cracked. 

Raven picked up the pen and finished the last few lines of the chart and stood back to admire her work. 

“Ok that makes a little more sense, but also raises many more questions.” 

Gar looked back over her shoulder, the chart still not making any sense to him, and then leaned back resting on his elbows. “Alright then, lay it on me mama. Explain me to me.” 

Raven glared at the man on her floor, “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” Raven rolled her eyes knowing it was a lost cause. “I’m just going to explain your big six to you, these are the most powerful planets in your chart and sort of explain your personality.” 

Raven cracked open one of her astrology books to reference and began, 

“Starting with your ascendent sign, also known as your rising sign, this dictates how you present yourself to the world. Your rising sign is in Aries is in which makes much more sense for you.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Aries is considered the child of the zodiac, explaining why you come off as so immature.” 

“Hey! I’m not that immature” sticking his tongue out in Raven’s direction. 

Raven cocked an eyebrow at the changeling, “Only further proving my point…next is your sun in scorpio. Your sun sign is the lens through which you see the world, so you see the world as a scorpio. Scorpio’s are known for being secretive, they tend to come with a lot of trauma and um...a high sex drive…” Raven’s face colored at the last statement. 

Gar smirked flirtatiously , “Hey Rae, didn’t you say you were also a scorpio?” 

Raven’s voice cracked again, as she continued, “MOving on to your moon in sagittarius…” 

Gar rolled his eyes and rested his cheek on his fist, she was taking all the fun out of his game. 

“The moon marks emotions and one’s true self, who you are way deep down. Your moon being in sagittarius means you’re a natural optimist, probably outdoorsy, but irresponsible.” 

“Yeah that sounds about right for me.” 

“Next is your mercury, which marks communication skills. Your mercury is also in scorpio..” 

“Which means I talk sexy too!” 

Raven rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Can you get off the sex thing?” she grumbled.  

“Trust me Rae, there’s nothing more I’d like to do right now than get off.” 

Raven pinched the bridge of her nose, she was really starting to regret inviting him into her room. 

“Mercury in Scorpio, means you’re more observant than you make it seem, and people tend to come to you to talk about their problems, also you love to talk...and talk and talk..” She grumbled. 

“What is this, the roast of Garfield Logan?” 

“That’s essentially what a birth chart reading is. Next is your venus, that marks how you love or what kind of partner you would be in a relationshi-” Raven paused looking at his venus on his birth chart. 

“What’s wrong? Does it say I suck as a boyfriend?” 

“No actually, quite the opposite. You have one of the best placements for your venus. Your Venus is in libra. Um, that means you’d essentially make a really great boyfriend.” 

Gar wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Raven, “I don’t know Rae, the stars don't lie..” 

“Are you trying to get kicked out?” Raven glowered. 

“No ma’am, I’ll behave!” Beast Boy looked up at her sheepishly. 

“Ok, last but not least, we have your mars also being in Aries. Mars marks desire for action and physical energy.” 

Raven looked at him expectantly but Garfield had bit his lip to keep whatever disgusting remark he had inside his head. ‘So he can learn,’ Raven thought to herself. 

“Good boy” Raven praised him for his restraint. 

It was now his turn to blush, “Listen, I’m not gonna be able to hold my remarks back if you’re going to sit here and turn me on!” 

Raven rubbed her temples in annoyance, “and you were doing so well, too…your mars in Aries means you’re impulsive, you get mad quickly but you also get over it quickly, and you’re very energetic.” 

Gar quietly grumbled more sexual innuendo to himself and Raven had just about enough.

“Alright, get out. I should’ve never brought you in here, you’re driving me crazy.” 

Gar lazily stretched and got up seeing himself out of Raven’s room, he paused at the open doorway and turned to his teammate. 

“I don’t know Rae, all I heard was that I’d be great at sex and make a great boyfriend,” he lightly booped her on the nose, “So that’s just something for you to think about,” he said with a wink. 

“GET OUT!” Raven’s eyes went red with her anger as the changeling scurried away. 

Raven’s door slid shut with a hiss as she threw her astrology book in a huff as color flooded her face a third time. She hated when he was right.  

[twisted-imagines]

Heyo! May I request headcanons for how Leona and Azul would react to their respective SO being unassumingly strong? Like they look like they possess average strength but they are able to carry a lot of heavy things (easily the dorm leaders) or hold their own in a physical fight. I hope this makes sense 😅😅😅

Unbelievable, I'm back! With a request, nonetheless💖 I wonder if you missed me, hehe? Man, did I miss you all and my precious boys~ It's shorter than usually and I got hit with a writer's block, but it'll try to pick up my pace from now on >:3

But for now, please, enjoy💗

Unassumingly strong S/O

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Rays of sunset gently caressing his face woke Leona up from his post-lunch nap. Still groggy from his sleep he rose up just to look at the clock. Almost evening, the last classes in college ended at least two hours ago. But that wasn't important to Leona. What really bothered him, was the absence of one customary part of his sleeping routine: your warm form beside his. To have you curled up into his side or just sitting near him telling about your day always made his dreams more pleasant and now that he got used to it, not having you beside him rubbed him the wrong way. You should have already been there, so where were you? The lion didn't want to think about the worst, but only the most alarming conclusions came to his mind. The bed shifted beneath him when he got up, but before he could even take a step a loud stomping resonating in the hallway drew his attention. Ruggie was at his doorstep, disheveled, and clearly agitated.

"Leona-san! You need to see this, come. Quick!"

Leona could finally let out the breath he took when Ruggie rushed him out of his room and to the common room. Several students were running to-and-fro around the other three beat-up Savanaclaw residents. The dorm leader stopped at the door, relieved to not had seen you there. And why would you be there, though? Nonsense. But it was really the only thing he was worried about since the sight before him was all too common for Leona at that point. He was about to turn to Ruggie and ask what all that fuss was about until a conversation between couch occupant and the students treating him reached his ears.

"Ouch! That hurts, man! Ugh, if not that piece of-!"

"Don't even think about ending that sentence. You're lucky that it wasn't the dorm leader who got his hands on you."

"Yes, dumbass, can you even imagine what would have happened to you three if he found out you fought his mate- Wha? Huh?! Leona-san? Since when did you-"

Leona crossed the room in a few powerful strides only to pick the unfortunate student by his collar. An unbridled fury grimaced his face.

"What's about [Y/n]? Tell me, your puny life depends on it!“

"Nishishishi, what can he even tell? That he and his thick-headed friends got completely obliterated by a single, small human?"

"Listen, I'm very sorry about it, but it was just self-defense!"

Leona dropped the scared, shaking from fear student to the floor in favor of rushing to your self, who too entered the room. He swiftly checked you for any injury and let out a relieved sigh. From what he could see you were completely fine, while those who harassed you were very much not, trembling and holding each other, bruised and humiliated. Kingscholar could only look bewildered at them, and then at you, at them, at you.

"Leona, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to hurt them so bad."

Your ramble became faster the more your boyfriend looked at you with a blank look, not even saying a word to you.

"...so if there's some disciplinary punishment or otherwise or will take it, I-"

A snicker interrupted your speech. You looked at the man before you stunned. Before you could utter even another word he erupted in a fit of roaring laughter, it resonating in a completely silent dorm.

• Ah, Leona can't genuinely remember when was the last time he laughed that hard. The whole situation is so amusing to him, there isn't't a boring day with you, is there?

• Of course, you'll face no punishment, vice versa, you'll be celebrated. His darling, his kitten, was actually a mighty carnivore all along. He's going to mark the day, when he finally found out about that.

• Never would he think, not a snowballs chance in hell, that you had any physical strength in you, but you managed to prove him wrong. Yes, he was very close to destroying poor souls who tried to harass you, but if not for them taunting you and being beat up in the process, he wouldn't have such a discovery to laugh at. They're getting away with it, a living example of why exactly one ought to not touch dorm leader's lover. They're not dining with everybody that evening though, no matter how much tasty food there is.

• He doesn't think a lot about this discovery at first, that's just another gimmick of yours and he loves it, he loves you, but does it turn his world upside down, both figuratively and literally, when you, fed up with him lazing around the greenhouse and trying to make you lie down with him, swing him over your shoulder and carry him out. His pupils are just two saucers. He hangs speechless from your shoulder and until he feels ground under his legs he doesn't register what happened.

• Congratulations, now you have Leona Kingscholar living in your arms. He'll just use you as a personal carriage and how can you deny him, when he's so cutely snuggling up to you. Oh, he knows what he does to you and isn't ashamed to take advantage of it.

• He's quite pleased to know that you can hold your own in a physical fight, even in a magical world they're still too common. He even starts to watch himself, especially when he thinks he went too far with his teasing since you do have a strength to turn it on him. Well, he doesn't really protest. A bit of roughhousing and a tickle fight never harmed anybody, it amuses Leona when you start them.

• He admires you more than anybody else at this point. You're badass and you know it, and he couldn't be more proud. He sleeps soundly, knowing that you can stand up for yourself if the situation calls for it. He still much prefers to have you safe in his arms, or vice versa, so don't leave him for longer, than you should.

• One time he just casually asked you, if you could wield any weapon with a very unsettling glint in his eyes. He told you that a lot of people in Afterglow Savannah were proficient in some war art, it was a very respected tradition, and some of the masters could teach you, if you visited his homeland with him. He left the question open, but sometimes you still wonder what did he actually mean?

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

Night Raven College was in a state of emergency. All students were to follow their seniors to a safe location, while teachers and student council were dealing with the threat. The reason for such a panic was a single creature. Highly dangerous at its full potential and untamable, college's Chimera was much less imposing than it's wild nature sisters, but still a difficult opponent for students at their Magic Defense classes. Apparently this time it decided to give a special lesson to everybody.

"The beast ran in that direction, don't let it get away once again, surround and subdue it!"

Azul's order rang in the hallway, spurring every present student to action. At the state of total disarray, the youth was the only one who reacted fast enough to rally his fellow students and direct them properly. But to say the hunt was going awfully is to say nothing. The students, so much for them being skilled at magic, had no idea of command work. Ashengrotto had already regretted sending Leech twins away with Octavinelle juniors, it would have ended so much faster if they were present. But alas, after running around the campus for more than half an hour, Azul could finally hope they would catch the damned beast at last.

"It's running away, catch it! Why are you standing still?"

"Can you not complain for five seconds, pretty boy? Want me to fix your make up with my fists for you?"

"The Chimera is resisting magical attacks, somebody please sacrifice yourself for the greater good. We need to neutralize it!"

No, they were hopeless. Azul could only observe the people he saw daily at college lose all respect he had for them in less than an hour. Azul was genuinely contemplating to just give up and let the teachers, who got lost halfway too somehow, handle it. At that point he wasn't even chasing it, disappointedly watching how it was running away into the sunset.

Until it suddenly didn't. Chimera crashed with a loud thud, falling to the floor completely motionless. And the one who was standing above it with a bright red crowbar was none other than you. Shocked, he slowly approached you and the unconscious animal.

"Um... [Name]?"

"Sup' Azul! You were late for our date so I returned to check up on you. This Chimera is so big! It's the first time I've seen it. Where should we carry it?"

"Yes, yes...You'll still meet it at your Magic Defense classes later the semester. To the classroom on the third floor, let me-"

Before Azul could lift it with magic you had already hoisted it on your shoulder and awaited for his lead.

Well, it was certainly a dream so he didn't have to freak out, right? His dear significant other couldn't possibly knock out a huge beast in one punch?

• Wrong. You did. You also had enough strength to carry it to its cage. You could do even more than that. The more Azul was coming to the understanding of it, the more he was freaking out. Until he completely stopped responding to you. The date had to be canceled, unfortunately. You led him to his dorm, while he was having an identity crisis.

• When he finally snaps out of his state you're so going to be bombarded with questions. They won't stop, and you're not even sure he addresses them to you. How did you hide it and why? Or was he just oblivious? But you look so demure, look at Jack for example and look at you! How?

"Well, I'm pretty soft, but here touch - there muscles underneath!"

He's now more lost than before, after making contact with your bare skin.

• It's going to take him time to come to terms with your actual strength. Lack of magic not equating to being powerless didn't register in his brain, and he thought it was actually very ignorant of him. He respected you before, but now he's in awe. His significant other is very strong and Azul thinks it's beautiful.

• When he has too much work and is stubborn about cramming it all into one day, even though he's already drooling on his notes and slips down his chair, you just lift him from his seat and parade through Monstro Lounge to his room with Azul blushing madly in your arms. Leech twins think it's the most hilarious thing they've ever seen. Azul is very embarrassed, but it also feels so good to be carried around by you, he feels the most special man in the world. He politely asks you to not handle him like that ever again, while he clings to you like a baby koala. It's obvious where he wants to be.

• He has a love-hate attitude to manhandling. It certainly feels exciting when you tug him on your lap if he's passing by, or envelop him in a hug if you're happy, but he's also quite shy about it, especially if there're people around you. Sometimes he wants just to find a pot big enough to hide.

• He likes your way of solving problems. You don't have to choose the best spells that would give you an advantage against a certain opponent, neither do you have to worry about things like mana and blot. You can only rely on yourself in a fight. He wheezed when you suggested, that Floyd wouldn't be a dangerous opponent to you since his unique magic wouldn't deflect a punch to the face. Floyd wasn't impressed with that logic, but he kept quiet.

• Azul is quite pacifistic, if he can mitigate the conflict and reach a consensus that would benefit every party, mostly him, he will try to avoid a fight. But when even he can't do this, you enter the picture. You know that those jerks are too arrogant and they should be prescribed a nice, educating blow to a face. Azul is mortified, when you escalate things, for he usually doesn't see such scenes, Floyd or even sometimes Jade leave them offstage. He quickly comes to his senses though and helps you out. Best believe you're going to get away with it, and even will be treated as a victim. Who in their right mind will think that you, of all people, can deal any serious damage to anybody?

• He feels a bit weird when you're the one carrying his shopping bags, or screwing the jars open, but he learns to roll with it, even starts to enjoy it. And his face when he sees you carrying a huge table all on your own, because he just so mentioned, that he didn't like how it stood in the Lounge? Priceless.

• No matter how much time passes he'll still react surprised when he sees you displaying your power, but it's also one of the qualities he loves about you. Azul treats your unusual strength as your special appeal and couldn't be more proud to be your lover.

• He's ecstatic that he can just casually mention to anybody picking on him, that "his significant other can and will snap you in half". Maybe you can, maybe you can not, but you just let him have his fun. The truth is that you will do your best at any given time to protect your boyfriend.

[andromedia5]

MRI

“Robin Batman, 174 pounds, one Silkie taller then Raven, half a Silkie taller then me,” Beast Boy pretended to adjust some imaginary glasses as he glanced at a clipboard.

Dick’s voice came in through the speakers, slightly staticky “None of that is what’s actually on my chart,”

“I got your weight right,” Gar retorted.

Raven looked over his shoulder “Actually, this says 174.6,”

He pushed her away “Nerd,”

Ignoring both of them, Cyborg adjusted the mic “We’re just going to ask you some basic questions, Rob. What is one plus one?”

“Two,”

“What color is the sky?”

“Blue,”

Vic, moved to look at the incoming results and Gar saw his opportunity and quickly jerked the mic towards him “What color are Kory’s eyes?”

“Emerald, wait what?”

He grinned at Raven who had put down her book, interested.

“Next question, if you could take Kory anywhere on a date, where would you take her?”

“Cy, will you get them to leave so I can pass your stupid test?”

“MRIs aren’t stupid,” the oldest Titan responded calmly, not looking up from his work. Raven leaned in towards the microphone, her hair tickling the side of his face.

“Please answer the question,”

“Raven, seriously?”

Gar grinned. He loved when he could get Raven to join in with the liberal amounts of teasing Robin and Starfire he and Cy tried to get in. Maybe it was that she and Robin had a mental bond or that her and Star were especially close, but she was good at it.

“Next question, you are into Kory,”

“That’s not a question!”

“So you agree, it’s a fact,”

He turned to her, impressed.

“Nice one,”

She smiled “Thanks,”

“Our next question is for Kory. Star, are you annoyed at Robin for waiting so long to ask you out?”

From where she was sitting on the table next to Vic, Kory seemed to be enjoying Dick being put on the spot. 

She pretended to think for a second before turning on the microphone that sat closest to her her.

“Yes I am,”

“Robin, same question for you. Are you annoyed at yourself for waiting so long to ask out Starfire?”

“Because we’re all annoyed with you and we just live here,” Raven added and Cyborg made a noise of agreement from where he sat typing Robin’s results into the Titan’s database.

“Yes, I'm obviously very annoyed with myself. Can I get out now?”

“No, you can’t. It’ll ruin the science. There’s only one more question, and you’ve gotta ask it, dude.”

“Kor, do you wanna get dinner with me after I murder Beast Boy,”

“Wow. That is most inappropriate for team leader,”

“Uhhh,”

“I am kidding. Yes, I would. My thanks for asking.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

I’m in denial about going back to school tomorrow.

Spiritually, this is where I’m at

[irish-urn]

were you dazzled by the same constellation

Immediately after “Kole”. Gosh, the Northern Lights sure do look pretty tonight, don’t they, lovebirds? Day 2 of robstar week 2021; prompt “shimmer/shine”

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Or, if you’d rather read it here:

His breath is escaping in long, white plumes of air that fade roughly a foot away from his mouth. Above him, the sky shimmers in a ribbon of multicoloured pastels and otherworldly glamour; behind him, he can hear Beast Boy grumbling to Raven about the cold (something he’s been doing for the past two weeks as they travel across the northern hemisphere), and Cyborg banging pieces of metal as he improvises an enclosure for Dr. Light. At his eight o’clock, Dr. Light whines from where he’s confined by Raven’s powers; and then, at his three o’clock, a warm hand slips into his right one.

These black, winter gloves are thicker than his usual green ones, but he’s unfortunately accustomed to holding hands with Starfire with a barrier between them. It almost makes him want to redesign his costume without gloves.

(Almost. His purely human hands are, for lack of a better word, fragile, and hero-ing is a rough and tumble career choice that isn’t exactly easy on the skin. He needs as much armour as he can get.)

“You seem thoughtful,” she says, her voice quiet in the way they’ve learned to speak when they want privacy in a public setting. “You are contemplating our new friends?”

“Nah, nothing like that.” He gives her hand a quick squeeze and then tugs it gently towards him, a silent request. She answers, taking another couple of steps until their shoulders are pressed against each other and their hands a tangle of fingers. “I was just enjoying the lightshow actually.”

He feels more than sees her lift her face up to the sky; her hair brushes his cheek, and it tickles a bit, making him smile. “It is most lovely. I was not expecting Earth to have such a phenomenon.”

He glances over at that, taking in the beauty of her face. In the eighteen months they’ve known each other, he’s looked at her face almost every day, and it still makes his heart twist in his chest. “You’ve seen sights like this before? On other planets?”

She nods, a faint smile on her lips. “Yes. Only a couple times, however. I… I have not had the opportunity to travel the universe as much as other Tamaranians, and so my knowledge is limited.”

Robin’s lips quirk before he looks back at the Northern Lights. “And now you’re stuck with a team of people who don’t travel well in space.”

“I do not feel stuck. I feel privileged.” She pauses, and he can feel on her gaze on him. “You are most fascinated by them.”

He hums. It’s true, in a way. He raises their entwined hands until they rest on his chest, holding them there for a few seconds before he drops her hand, realizing that: “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

She wraps her arm around his right one, pressing even closer to him and leaning over, resting her head against his, her cheek tight to his temple. “What are you thinking of, Robin?” she asks, voice still soft.

He exhales long and slow, watching the white air stream before him. “My mom, actually. And my dad.”

Her body suddenly goes tense against his, a stilling of uncertainty. “Oh. You… do not speak of them.”

“They died a long time ago,” Robin admits, somehow comforted by the strange lights above them, the mumbles and grumbles of their friends behind them, and the warmth of Starfire beside him. “But I still think about them. Still miss them.”

“I understand. My mother… and my brother.” Robin turns his head as much as he can without disturbing their position; he hadn’t known she’d had a brother. Starfire is staring up at the sky, but he cannot read her expression when they stand like this. “I do not even know if he is alive.”

He doesn’t say anything; he knows the words won’t mean anything. Instead, he reaches out for her hand again, and squeezes it tight, hoping his sympathy comes through. When she exhales, relaxing against him, he says, looking back at the sky, “They liked to stargaze.”

“Pardon?”

He smiles. “My parents. They liked to stargaze. We, uh. We had this hammock that we’d set up in every new town — well, as long as it wasn’t too cold out — and sometimes Mom and I’d watch, and sometimes I’d look by myself, and sometimes, if I woke up in the middle of the night, I’d see them sharing the hammock together.” And suddenly he can see them as well as his memory will allow: faces faded from the years passed, and foggy in the way remembrance is sometimes. But he can see the shadowed form of his father with his arms wrapped around his mother’s petite form, both reclining on a patchwork hammock, heads tilted up towards the sky.

He swallows against the swelling of his heart in his throat. “I don’t know if it was something they shared, or if one of them loved it and the other indulged them… I mean, I remember them loving each other a lot, so it wouldn’t surprise me if that happened, but… It was something we did together, looking at the stars. Mom knew all the constellations. And Dad always knew when some event was happening…” And as he’s telling her this, he’s remembering: “Once, he convinced Mr. Haly to let us all stay an extra day for a meteor shower. We ended up having this huge potluck and everyone stayed up late to watch it…”

He blinks a couple of times; his eyes feel hot and his chest aches and he may be squeezing Starfire’s hand too tightly, but he can’t seem to let go. “I think… I mean, they must have wanted to see the Northern Lights. And here I am, watching Earth’s most amazing lightshow, and they’re…” And he waves his left hand in front of him, hoping to somehow convey, Where do people go when they die? Are they here? Are they out there?

“Perhaps…” Her voice is still soft, and hesitant in a way that he hates to hear because it means she’s unsure and she’s so amazing she should never be insecure. “Perhaps it is enough for them, to know that you have the chance to see this.”

“Maybe,” he allows, relaxing his grip on her hand. He turns his head just enough to press back against her. “And maybe it’s enough to enjoy them with my new family.”

Her head lifts off of his just long enough for her to place a long, precise kiss on his cheek. He feels his face heat as she settles her head back against his, her hand squeezing his just once. He waits a moment for some explanation, and then, when none is given, he asks, “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”

“You are very sweet.” He can hear the smile in her voice. “That is all.”

“Yo!” Cyborg’s voice booms out from behind them, causing them to both jolt, separating everywhere except their still tangled arms and hands. Robin turns to see Cyborg staring at them, not really scowling but not happy either. “If you two lovebirds are done cuddling, I could use a hand.”

Robin chooses not to address the lovebird comment. “Which one of us do you need, Cy?”

“I need your advice and Starfire’s hands.” He waves a hand as he turns back to the T-Ship. “C’mon.”

Robin sighs but starts walking down the small incline they’d been standing on. Starfire follows, as she must because they do not stop to untangle their grip on each other. When they reach the same level as Cyborg, Robin glances over to see Dr. Light gaping at their interlocked limbs. Robin scowls at him, because there’s nothing else to do about it, and then leads Starfire to the T-Ship.

There’ll be more nights to stargaze.

[darkmatter-nebula]

Here comes a little "Lost But Now Found" AU ficlet. About the incident where Colli managed to turn Lilith back without an elixir. Let's go!

Drabble: Loving Words Are The Best Medicine

Lilith couldn't believe what was happening! She was turning into the Raven Beast, but couldn't find an elixir! The worst part was, that she had to babysit Colli today, and she was concerned that she would accidentally hurt him! "Oh, no! NO! AAAAAAAAAHHH!" Lilith screamed as she transformed.

Collector, who was taking a nap on the couch, woke up as he heard his aunt scream. "Aunt Lilith, what happend? Are you ok?" The starchild was concerned. As he stepped into the kitchen, he was face to face with the Raven Beast! She growled at him. In her mindscape, Lilith tried to warn her nephew. "Colli, stay away! I don't want to hurt you!" To her dismay, Colli couldn't hear her.

Lilith could only watch in horror, as her nephew slowly approached her. To her surprise, Colli cupped her face gently with his small hands and touched softly her forehead with his forehead. He then whispered soothing words. "It's ok, Aunt Lily. Everything is going to be alright. You're going to be alright. You are strong, I believe in you." In her mindscape, Lilith could hear everything. "Oh, Colli..." She whispered.

A few moments later, Lilith finally turned back. She wrapped her arms around her beloved nephew. "Thank you, Colli!" She whispered softly. The celestial boy was relieved. "I'm glad that I could help you." Colli smiled. "I love you, sweetie!" Lilith said. And she meant it! She loved the starchild so, so very much! "I love you too, aunt Lilith." Lilith tightend the hug. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Collector giggled softly. "That tickles!" He smiled.

The End

[starkeristheendgame]

Hi! Can i give you a prompt? If yes... what are your thoughts on starker with mob boss!peter? I don't remember reading anything like that... thank you!

We love MB!Peter in this house. This is, safe to say, an AU wherein Tony works for MB!Peter as his bodyguard and not-so-secret lover. On that note, if anyone has any MB!Peter recs or rec lists for Anon, please don’t hesitate to share them!

TW: Implied off-screen death of non-major person | Weapons references | Demeaning talk/Mild humiliation | BDSM references | Soft violence

The man that strode into the hall for an audience with Peter cast his gaze over the both of them assessingly, then fixed it on Tony.

That was Peter’s favourite part. How they all glossed over him so easily, how they took one look at the duo and immediately disregarded him.

Who wouldn’t? A rumpled little twink with cherry-bitten lips and a shirt half-open, sprawled between the thighs of an older man in a Giovanni suit with grey at his temples and a gun at his hip. The choice seemed obvious - The man who looked like he owned the term Mafia Don. It hadn’t been deliberate the first few times. Peter had pouted and laughed when they’d addressed Tony instead of him. Now, it was something of a test. Who was smart enough to look past face-value and ‘obvious choices’?

Not this man, clearly. He threw Tony a steep bow and a simpering smile, hands twitching between dangling limp at his sides and forming nervous fists. “Its an honour to be given your time," he began, licking his lips. Tony kept soundless and stoic, carding his fingers gently through the brown curls that tickled the inside of his palm.

“I... May I... Perhaps the matter may best be discussed without your... Companion,” he tried, placatingly lilting it like a question near the end, and Tony had the skim the edge of his tongue with his teeth so as not to smile. Between his legs, Peter’s head lifted like he’d been woken from a slumber.

Two long, slender fingers traced their way along his jaw, stroking the prickle of his stubble before they dipped between his lips, sliding over his teeth and pressing teasingly on his tongue before hooking down. Peter used it to pull him forwards, and he took the hint, rising so that Peter could sprawl in his rightful place, sucking his fingers clean of Tony’s drool with his pretty lips pursed.

“Are you scared of dogs, Mr. Ross?” Peter asked softly, cheek atop Tony’s knee. The man looked almost affronted at being spoken to by what he surely presumed was some cheap whore, but he shook his head, mouth tight.

“Neither am I,” Peter murmured, twisting in Tony’s space to crawl atop him like some sultry lap-cat, one hand reaching up to cup Tony’s jaw as he leaned over him, soft-honey eyes gazing into his own with unbearable tenderness.

“What is it folks say when they have their precious hounds attack? Sic ‘em?” Peter asked, faux-casual and sweet. Tony knew better, though, and turned swiftly on his heel, striding down the courtly dais towards the man. Fear had began to leech into the confusion etched on his face, and he scrambled backwards as Tony reached for him.

“Loyal things, dogs,” Peter mused, as Tony’s hands closed around the man’s throat, cutting off his alarmed cry. “Obedient,” Peter hummed, propping his cheek up on the backs of his knuckles as he watched. No sooner had Tony gotten a good grip, teeth bared on a snarl like his namesake, Peter called out an idle “Heel,” and Tony, as ever, obeyed.

“I don’t take kindly to being betrayed, Mr. Ross,” Peter announced as Tony knelt before the throne-like seat, head ducked in compliance. Peter’s slender fingers found their way into his hair, tugging the strands gently. “Thankfully the officer you ran squawking to was one of mine. Hence your appearance here today. But... I’m afraid, I must make an example of you, you see." He sounded pitying as he said it, rueful.

“Y-- You-- Mr. Parker, Sir. I can assure you I don’t-” The man stammered to defend himself, scrabbling for any scrap of a lie that might save his hide, but Peter had already raised his fingers to his lips, whistling a sharp, pert note. Tony did not need to look to follow the sound of the doors and footsteps, of Mr. Ross being dragged away to his fate. The next Tony would see of him would be assisting in disposing of whatever remained of him.

“Trust is worth more than any currency,” Peter murmured, looking down at him fondly as he carded his fingers through the raven locks in his grip. Tony raised his gaze, levelling Peter with he hoped conveyed you can trust me. Always.

“My sweet Hound. Loyaler and prettier than any beast I could find in a kennel,” Peter praised him, a twisted pull on his hair bringing a soft whine to the hollow of his throat. It made Peter smile, lips curved in a manner just for him. When Peter was feeling meaner it was Dog. A slobbering beast that served only for his entertainment. Tony didn’t mind; he’d mount Peter every night for the rest of his life no matter what term of endearment called him to his master.

“I will always be loyal to you,” he murmured, tipping his head into the hand that drifted down to cradle his cheek. The smile and head tilt Peter gave in response showed the boy knew that. Had always known that, from the moment he’d first wrapped his legs around Tony’s head.

It felt snug against his throat, a reassuring weight as Peter laughed and shifted on his seat, splaying his thighs to drag Tony between them by the claim against his skin. He tipped his head and willingly opened his mouth for Peter to lick into, kissing him senseless, searing hot and sloppy in the otherwise quiet room. By the time Peter licked across his teeth then withdrew, lips swollen and dark, Tony was light-headed and hard against the pressed slacks that hugged his thighs.

“What would I ever do without you, hm? My Hound,” Peter answered fondly, hand roaming from his jaw down to his chest, slipping inside the crisp suit to find the inner pocket near his breast, fingers closing around supple, dark leather to draw it out. The collar was ornate, a perfect blend of decorative metal and soft, black hide.

“You fuck better than any stud,” Peter assured him as he unbuttoned Tony’s shirt collar to make room, and slipped the leather around his throat.

Peter reached between them and groped him shamelessly, fingers curling around the rise of his cock as he kneaded gently, feeling its girth and hardness. Tony exhaled sharply into the space between them and rut forwards against his hand with a growl, one hand snaking up to twist in Peter’s brown curls, gripping tight. Peter’s lashes fluttered and he pressed his thumb against the tip of Tony’s cock through his trousers, one canine bared in a warm, smirked grin.

“Tell me what you want, Dog,” Peter breathed at him, and Tony’s body warmed with the demeaning name, huffing out a breath as he shifted, one hand in Peter’s hair and the other closing around his throat, with just enough pressure for the weight of his fingers to be felt in the hollow of that pretty, slender neck.

“I want to feel you sink down over my cock,” he growled at the boy-king, gaze dropping to his mouth, teeth bared on an exhale. Peter’s hand left his cock and came back to his collar, tugging him closer.

“Oh, my Hound. You want to rut against your bitch, hm? Want to breed your claim?” Peter teased him, and it was all Tony could do to give one curt, sharp nod.

The boy released him and flopped back into his seat, sprawled and splayed like a whore on a bed. He gestured to himself almost lazily.

“Go on then, Dog. Mount and breed."

[franklyshipping]

Intensive Attentiveness ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Here we have a super sweet and fun prompt from the snazzy @bimlee-trimmer SO LET’S HECKIN DO THIIIIS!!!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler and @bimlee-trimmer

Bim pouted as he ambled, letting out soft sighs every now and then….because he was oh so bored. All he wanted was to spend some time with his beautiful boyfriend, his lifelong partner Dark, but alas Bim was dating one of the most hardworking men on the entire planet. Sometimes Bim could only see him on Dark’s busy days if he purposefully stationed himself in Dark’s office! That’s what Bim was doing now, pacing about the room despondently and making soft noises of despair whilst Dark pored over paperwork at his desk, his crimson eyes flicking over lines of text and numbers. However, Dark wasn’t as focused on his paperwork as much as he’d perhaps like you to believe. Dark frankly wanted nothing more than to spend time with Bim, and was chancing glances at him at any opportunity he could get when Bim wasn’t looking.

Dark felt so warmed at how Bim was so determined and dedicated to spend time with him, even when he was so busy and couldn’t give Bim the love and attention he deserves. If anything it made Dark even more motivated to get all his paperwork done so that he could carry Bim bridal style to their bedroom and treat him to mountains of snacks and intense kissing. Dark only hoped Bim would be patient. However, the next time that Dark glanced at Bim, his eyes widened….and he realised that Bim was going to be the opposite of patient. Bim had started to resort to the one thing that drove Dark up the wall. The one sure-fire thing that would rile him up and give Bim his full attention. He was re-arranging the things in his office. Bim had decided that he wanted Dark’s attention, and damn any and all paperwork in the world that tried to stop him!

Dark clenched his fists, looking back down at his files as he tried to stay focused….but seeing Bim shuffling around in his peripheral, re-ordering the books on his shelves, swapping his framed pictures, moving his chairs….Dark couldn’t give less of a damn about the paperwork. Seeing Bim deliberately doing something irritating to get his attention made him snarl under his breath….because Bim was going to get his damned attention all right. Bim was smiling, unaware of Dark’s intentions, and ended up smiling in subtle triumph when Dark stood and came over to him. Bim then gasped and melted on the spot when Dark leant in and warmly kissed him, making Bim instinctively cup Dark’s face. But when they pulled back, Bim’s blood ran cold…..because Dark’s eyes had flicked to the most hellish black, and tendrils of his aura were starting to ooze and flick out from his body threateningly. Of course though, amidst his trembling, Bim ended up smiling when Dark’s eyes met his, and he growled.

‘Run.’

Bim didn’t stand on ceremony, he sprinted out of the office as fast as his legs could carry him, and Dark followed behind, but at a calm amble. He knew his Bim, he knew where he would run to, so he had no need to needlessly exhaust himself. Dark smirked as he heard Bim’s hurrying footsteps head down the familiar route to their shared bedroom, and he followed smugly. Bim’s heart was pounding and his mind was frantic with giddy excitement and nervousness, because this kind of chase only had one outcome….and though it would be torturous, he just couldn’t wait. And he didn’t have to wait long, because the sound of a door slamming shut made Bim whirl around, and he trembled cutely at the sight of his intimidating, handsome Darkiplier smiling at him, his deep voice like velvet.

‘So adorably predictable my darling.’

Dark surged forwards and wrapped his tendrils around Bim’s waist, pulling him close so that they were nose to nose. Bim started of course giggling up a storm, nibbling his lip cutely as he stammered.

‘H-Hi darling….’

Dark smirked, and tenderly stroked Bim’s cheek to make him purr and melt. He was just too damn adorable.

‘Hello my dear….I have a feeling, that you’re wanting some of my attention?’

Bim nodded softly with bright eyes, but then gasped when Dark suddenly gripped his wrists. He trembled with a cute, giddy smile….he should have known that Dark would lull him into a melted, false sense of security before he struck. And now, Bim knew he was about to strike, from how Dark snarled into his ear.

‘Then let me assure you, that you now have my undivided attention….though you may end up regretting drawing my focus onto you, my love.’

Bim gulped, he knew Dark was going to be so evil with him….and he couldn’t bloody wait. Dark didn’t hesitate to push him onto their bed, using more inky, strong tendrils to pin his arms above his head. Dark grinned ferally down at him, making Bim whimper sweetly with wide eyes.

‘P-Please baby b-be nice-EEEK!’

‘Nice? You’ve been irksome all damn day, you don’t get to decide how nice I am….’

Dark growled deeply as he leant in close, eagerly starting to nibble and nip the shell of Bim’s ear with his fang-like teeth. Bim was instantly squealing and giggling insanely at how much it tickled, and his face had already gone pink too.

‘N-Nahahaha D-Dahahaharky p-p-plehehehease!’

Dark smirked and snickered, replying with a purr.

‘Ohhhh yes, squeal my name, there’s a good lee….’

Bim did indeed keep on squealing, and writhing too as he beamed from all the affectionate tickling.

‘Plehehehehease plehehease Dahaharky nohoho nihihibbles!’

Dark chuckled, and made Bim snort by nibbling his lobe as he replied playfully.

‘But you taste so delightful, I don’t think I could ever possibly stop….’

Dark delightfully kept on nibbling, adoring all of the sounds that Bim was making and feeling incredibly satisfied that he was already reducing his boyfriend to a complete mess. Bim struggled, tugging at him arms weakly as he implored, feeling so flustered.

‘Nohohoho I-Ihihi’m sahaharry!’

‘Oh no my darling don’t be sorry, I’m glad you tempted me into doing this…..it’s been too long since I’ve wrecked you.’

Bim spluttered and squeaked, trying to scrunch up as Dark teasingly kissed and nibbled down his neck, whilst simultaneously curling his devilish digits against Bim’s bare sides. Bim arched his back with a bright smile, his heart pounding from it all.

‘N-Nohohononono n-nahat my sihides I-Ihi cahan’t!’

Dark laughed in fond amusement, kissing down Bim’s chest and tummy now as he let out playful, tiny growls, because he knew they flustered Bim to no end. Then, Dark’s lips reached Bim’s bare side, hovering and teasing the skin along with his stubble and breath, and Bim squeezed his eyes shut with a nervous whine when Dark crooned.

‘Oh you can…..and you will.’

Dark didn’t hesitate. He eagerly and sloppily knawed at Bim’s side, making Bim instantly shriek and cackle. He tried to jerk to the side, but with Dark on top of him he could barely move….of course however, Bim loved it this way.

‘AHAHAHA NAHA YOHOHOU’RE EHEVIL! YOHOHOU FEHERAL BAHASTARD!’

‘Ohoho darling, feral doesn’t even begin to cover it….’

Dark made a point of snarling and baring his teeth at Bim for a moment, making Bim flush a deep, handsome red, before continuing to laugh as Dark just knawed and knawed and knawed at his sensitive flesh.

‘NAHAHA C’MAHAHAN YOHOU KNOHOW THAT FLUHUHUSTEHERS MEHEEE!’

Dark sneered. Oh of course he knew that him acting like a beast flustered Bim, that’s why he was doing it! Dark lightly nipped and kissed along Bim’s waistline now on the way to his as yet untouched side, making Bim buck as Dark replied with teasing affection.

‘Oh I know, and may I say you look ever so handsome when you’re a blushing mess like this.’

Oh how Bim wished he could have hidden his face. He let out a flustered whine amidst his cackles at the compliment, because now Dark was attacking his fresh side with his ravenous tickling.

‘NAHAHAHA BAHAHABY PLEHEHEEEASE!!’

Dark laughed softly, nipping and kissing deep into Bim’s side in the most loving, tickly way that he could muster.

‘Mmmmm, coochie coochie coo dear.’

Bim threw his head back with mirth, but he couldn’t do much more since Dark’s tendrils kept holding him tight and secure. The sweet man was also starting to get tears in his eyes now from all the rapid tickling, and his begging only continued.

‘PLEHEHEEEASE NAHAHAT MY SIHIHIDES AHANYMOHOOORE!!’

Dark chuckled, and his eyes gleamed as he reared up and crooned.

‘Alright darling, I won’t tickle your sides anymore….how about a place that I know you like, hm?’

Bim’s breath got caught in his throat, his eyes widening as he felt Dark rest his hands on top of his thighs. He started to smile and giggle prematurely as Dark raised a playful eyebrow down at him….and as a result, it meant he couldn’t help but be a little playful in return with a quaint little mumble.

‘…..Y-Yohou gonna use yohour mouth there tohoo?’

Dark snickered fondly, feeling warm butterflies in his stomach. Bim’s cheekiness was one of the many things Dark loved about Bim, and it made Dark smile as he gave Bim’s thighs a teasing, soft squeeze.

‘Ordinarily I’d adore nothing more than to give your pretty thighs some kisses and nibbles, which I know would make you melt beyond sanity…..’

Bim mewled and squirmed at the thought of the sweet affection….but of course….Dark was merely getting Bim to let his guard down, so his forthcoming onslaught would be all the more intense. And oh boy was it intense. Dark ruthlessly squeezed Bim’s thigh muscles, making Bim scream with shocked delight as Dark sneered down at him.

‘But, only good boys get to melt. Unfortunately bad boys, like you, may only laugh and scream.’

‘NOHOHAHAHAHAHA DAHAHAHARKYYYY!!! STAHAHAAAA!!!’

Bim was writhing and almost mad with mirth as Dark tickle tortured his worst spots, his mouth and eyes were wide as tears trickled down his red, hot cheeks. Dark meanwhile let out a long, satisfied sigh as he crooned.

‘Glad you riled me into giving you attention? Is this the sort of thing you were after sweetheart?’

Bim’s screams got adorably high-pitched as Dark moved his squeezing to Bim’s soft, squishy inner thighs, making Bim cry out desperately.

‘PLEHEHEHEEEASE NOHOHO MOHOHOHOOOORE!!!’

Dark smirked, still squeezing as he also vibrated his thumbs deep into Bim’s inner thighs. He leant down and purred in Bim’s ear, his voice deep and hypnotising and flustering, everything that Bim loved.

‘Say you’re sorry for being naughty.’

‘IHIHIHI SAHAHAHARRY FOHOHOHOR BEHEHEING NAHAHAUGHTEHEHEEEEE!!!’ PLEHEHEHEEEE!!!’

Dark’s smirked then dimmed into a fond, loving, and admiring smile. To him, Bim always looked immeasurably handsome when he was laughing….when he was happy beyond measure. Dark had swift mercy, letting his tendrils recede back into his body as Bim panted and gasped. Dark cocked his head down at Bim, and stroked though his hair gently as he purred.

‘Good boy……as always, I forgive you….and admire you for yet again being so delightfully cheeky.’

Bim giggled brightly and breathily at the compliment, before letting out a soft mewl when Dark came in close and kissed him. Bim crooned with delight as Dark made out with him, because Dark always loved using kissing as a way to really show the depth of his love. Bim certainly didn’t complain. Bim buried his fingers in Dark’s hair as he smiled and mumbled.

‘Ihi love you, I love you so much….you’re so perfect and make me feel so good….’

Dark smiled into Bim’s lips, and stroked his cheek as he murmured.

‘Even when I make you scream and beg?’

Bim giggled, and he waggled his eyebrows goofily up at Dark as he purred.

‘Especially when you make me scream and beg.’

Dark let out an exaggerated gasp, making Bim laughed, and he laughed even more when Dark softly tickled his hips and teased.

‘You naughty little minx, I think I’m going to have to teach you another lesson.’

‘Oho plehease do.’

Dark laughed a bright, happy laugh….a laugh right from the heart that married with Bim’s own mirth oh so perfectly. Of course, that’s because it was a laugh that only Bim could coax from him. They both laughed and giggled with each other as they made out, and each of them loved the other person with all the energy they had until they were both sound asleep in each other’s arms. As the song goes, if you wanna know what love is….well….this is it.

WOOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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How the Boys Give/Recieve

A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

Give:

My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!

Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).

After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).

He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams. 

When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.

This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.

“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”

Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.

His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.

He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.

His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."

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He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey

He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.

He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING

It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.

He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.

Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.

He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense. 

Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.

Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn​ , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao

❄SHOUTO🔥

Give:

His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.

Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.

He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)

He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.

His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.

He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.

His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.

Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name. 

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So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.

Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."

You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.

His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.

“You take me so well” headass

Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?

😈SHINSOU👿

Give:

Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.

He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.

"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)

Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.

Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.

Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"

He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.

Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.

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THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH

He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.

You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.

His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.

He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.

He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”

💥KATSUKI💥

Give:

Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?

He pays close attention to your reactions.

He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.

So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".

Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.

Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.

You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.

You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."

After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.

He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.

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He can be a real roughhouse at times

This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.

EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”

Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.

He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”

You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.

Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.

Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.

Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!

🌋EIJIROU🌋

Give:

This man is so fucking gentle.

The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.

Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.

He loves to leave you in a puddle.

Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.

Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.

He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.

Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.

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He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop

He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."

Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.

He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.

You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.

There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.

Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.

His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.

If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.

Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020