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In Garfield Loganâs mind, he probably only really excelled at one thing in his life with great alacrity; the art of putting his foot into his mouth. âI donât get it. Whatâs so great about the bad boy anyways?â
 âBeats me,â Victor replied nonchalantly, grabbing a fistful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap and munching loudly on the salty snack.
 Pouting, Gar slouched further into the couch cushion, arms folded over his chest as his insecurity consumed him. âYou know what bad boys are in reality? Villains. Bad boys are villains, and we arrest them!â
 âYou tellinâ me youâve never been attracted to a female villain before?â Victor waggled his eyebrows suggestively, a knowing smirk on his face.
 Gar floundered like a fish out of water. He had a point he wanted to make, except Victor knew everything about his best friend; every single dirty little secret and hot piece of gossip. He was looking at him now, daring him to try and lie to his face, anticipating it even.
 Eventually, Gar gave up and went back to pouting and watching the movie, muttering under his breath, âOkay, but itâs not like Iâm going to date oneâŚâ
 Snickering, Victor shook his head and quirked up an inquisitive brow. "You still mad about that article?"
 "What article?" Gar whined despite knowing fully well which article Victor was referencing.
"The one about Raven secretly dating-"
 "Shutup! Shutup shutup shutup shutup!"
 While Gar pretended to drown out his cybernetic teammate, Victor simply laughed at his childish behaviour. "Dude, it was just one of them stupid gossip columns. Nobody pays attention to that baloney, least of all Raven."
 Okay, so maybe the truth of the matter was that Gar Logan was feeling a tad insecure in his newly developing relationship with the empath, and the Titans gossip articles were doing a mighty fine job of poking holes in what little confidence he already had.
 "It's not that, it'sâŚ" He paused, searching for the right words.
 "That Red X is a bad boy and you aren't?"
 "No, it's that they're rightâŚ" Gar frowned in defeat, exhaling through his mouth.
 "You can't be serious! You think Rae Rae would date a bad guy?"
 "Bad boy. There's a difference, and I'm not it."
 Victor groaned, rubbing the palm of his mechanical hand down the front of his face. "I don't know if you've noticed or not, but she's dating you, and until you go public with it, these kinds of articles are just gonna keep croppin' up. Are you gonna have a melt down each time they speculate that she's dating someone new?"
 "Well, noâŚ"
 "Good. Now quit poutin' and rewind, we just missed the entire Kaiju fight scene because of you."
 But Gar couldnât let it go, even though he knew he ought to. Insecurity and anxiety plagued him incessantly. It didnât escape him that, not once, had any of the tabloids speculated that maybe, just maybe, he was in fact Ravenâs mystery boyfriend. As much as he didnât want it to, this thought did nag at Gar, building on the already surmounting evidence that he simply wasnât good enough for her. That he wasnât even an option. That little, mocking voice in the back of his head â the one always against him â was winning. Still, Gar was pretty good at hiding his glum thoughts behind a forced smile, and Victor didnât bring it up again.
 Unfortunately, Raven was a tad better at reading the changeling given her unfair advantage as an empath. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked him point blank later that evening.
 They were hanging out in her room for the night â they took turns every night on whoâs bedroom and what activities theyâd get up to ever since theyâd started dating. The evenings in Garâs room were often spent live streaming videogames, playing board games, or binge-watching a film series or TV show. The evenings spent in Ravenâs room were a little quieter â meditating, reading, or just talking through the night. Sometimes, though, they also led to...other things. That tended to happen most in Raven's room, too, although Gar wasnât ever too sure why. Maybe his bed wasnât as comfy as hers, or his sheets werenât as velvety.
 "Nothing's wrong." Gar's answer came out like he was on autopilot. A grave mistake around Raven, but it had slipped before he could think to stop himself.
 She put down her book, a heavy plop onto the mattress in the otherwise silence of her room. It got his attention immediately. âYouâre lying to me,â she noted matter-of-factly.
 Gar scratched the back of his head sheepishly, putting his comic down for a moment. âI...am?â
 Raven sighed and folded her arms over her chest. âYes, and youâre not very good at it.â And then, with a bit more empathy, she added, âShould I be concerned?â
 âNo! Not at all, itâs nothing, reallyâŚâ
 A heavy sigh escaped Ravenâs lips. âVictor told me about the article, Gar.â
 Gar gulped, and if it hadnât been obvious before, it certainly was now, perfectly readable on his dumbfounded expression. Quickly, he averted his gaze, started picking at the loose thread of the blanketâs fabric between his legs. He wanted to say something to her, anything really. To deny it fervently, to curse Vic for telling her even though his friendâs intentions were in Garâs best interest. But the moment passed and Gar found himself tongue-tied. His silence was answer enough, and he couldnât bring himself to look at Raven, even as she scooted closer and the mattress shifted beneath them. All he could see were her small, pale hands wringing themselves in that nervous little way of hers in her lap.
 âGar, theyâve been writing those...gossip columns for years now. Only yesterday, they snapped a photo of Kory on a shopping trip with Joey, and already speculated sheâs cheating on Richard. Itâs all just...clickbait. You of all people should know that.â
 âI do, I do know that, itâsâŚâ Gar hesitated, hating himself for sounding like a petulant child with his insecurities and gripes. But Raven was patient and she was listening. Calmly, she waited for him to continue. âItâs just...they never think youâre with me.â The tips of his ears were hot with shame. Out loud, it sounded even worse, and he wanted to take it back the second heâd confessed.
 âThatâs because we havenât gone public with it,â Raven explained, a hint of amusement in her tone.
 âYeah, but have you noticed a trend in the type of guys they think youâre dating? Or want you to date?â
 Raven raised an eyebrow and waited for him to elaborate.
 Gar let out a loaded sigh. âBad boys. Guys with dubious intentions! AKA, not me. Never me. Iâm notâŚâ
 âWhat? My type? Because the media assumes bad boys are my type?â She couldnât hide the slight, sarcastic smile stretching her lips. âHas it occurred to you yet that those people donât know anything about me?â
 âWell...yeah, but-â
 âHush.â She silenced him with a press of her index finger to his mouth. It was unprecedented, but effective.
 Gar watched her move in front of him, her bare curves always distracting whenever sheâd shed her cloak and shoes around him. One of the best perks of getting to spend time with Raven alone in her room, if he was being honest. The peppermint on her breath was both warm and cool against his skin by the time he realized how close sheâd gotten, their knees brushing. Coyly, and with her bright eyes flashing mischievously, she said, âYou know, there are other ways you can be a...bad boy.â
 Swallowing audibly, Garâs gaze flickered down to Ravenâs full, sensual mouth, and as if she read his mind, her lips touched his in a warm embrace. An invitation for more. Â
 So it was going to be one of those nights, then, he figured. The ones with less talking, and very little reading. Not that he minded. She was soft and supple beneath him, one of her hands cupping the side of his face, a finger tracing his jawline while he kissed her back, deeply and with tongue.
 "What did you have in mind?" He smiled against her mouth, excited and nervous at the same time.
 Raven sat up so that her knees were opposite his thighs. She hovered over his lap, looking down at him like a temptress. And boy, was he tempted.
 Gar's hands came to wrap about her trim waist, dangerously low on the cut of her leotard. He found that he quite liked how the fabric pinched the fat of her thighs and hips. Resting his chin against the curve of her belly, Gar held Raven to him while she ran her fingers through his hair.
 "I could suggest a few things...but where's the fun in that?" she teased.
 "Fine. Just remember, you asked for it."
 In one swift motion he flipped her onto her back, her head hitting the pillows and her dark hair splayed about her like a halo. Gar kissed her then, long and lingering, tongue dipping into the recesses of her hot mouth and earning him a moan that drove him crazy with desire. Raven's bare feet came to tuck along the curve of his spine. She writhed beneath him deliciously when he trailed kisses down her torso, his hands pressing warmly along every dip and curve. The hardened buds of her nipples strained against the fabric of her uniform, her nerves on end after his briefest of touches. Arching her back upon the moment Gar's mouth kissed just over pelvis, Raven inhaled sharply and grabbed fistfuls of his hair in a way that sent chills along his spine.
 He used his hands to help hold her thighs apart, her heady scent intoxicating him the moment it hit his nostrils. With a growl, he stuffed his face between her legs and lapped at her clit right through the thin material of her leotard. The empath bucked and panted, biting down on her bottom lip and curling her toes over Gar's broad shoulders.
 He pressed his nose right against her lips, already soaking through the panty part of her outfit, and licked harder, applying enough pressure against the swollen bud and making Raven scream.
 Gar paused to look up at her and grin cockily, pressing a finger to his lips in a sign to hush her. All it did was earn him a frustrated scowl, but if she kept this up, they risked the others barging in on them. Annoyed and flushed, Raven promptly shoved his head back down between her thighs, and Gar happily obliged. Bunching the fabric to the side, her womanhood glistening in the light once exposed, the changeling licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her directly.
 Gar was also sure to tease her using her own uniform in between agonizingly slow licks up along her slit. Heâd bunch the material tightly until it was taut and skinny between her legs, and was sure to rub it against her swollen clit like a rope. Back and forth until she was panting so hard, getting closer to an orgasm.
 âGar, Iâm gonna cum!â she cried out breathily, straining beneath him and tugging at his hair urgently.
 With great care, he inserted a single finger inside of her, and Raven bucked her hips wildly. When he put in a second, she moaned loudly â the kind of moan he could immediately recognize as her orgasm moan â and gushed all over his knuckles, the muscles inside her contracting against him, squeezing and releasing his digits. Garâs already hard cock twitched instinctively against the tight material of his pants, anticipating the moment heâd be inside her, to feel those same muscles squeezing his throbbing manhood with just as much enthusiasm.
 Finger-fucking her even harder now, leaving Raven to whimper and gasp, Gar raised himself over top of her and whispered hotly into her ear, âAm I a bad boy now, baby?â
 Raven came again, body writhing in spasms, her hands gripping Gar's sweat-slicked wrist hard enough to leave crescent indents with her sharp nails. Gar licked the outside of her ear with the tip of his tongue, slowing down the rhythm of his fingers, still tucked inside of her hot, wet core as she pulsed tightly around him.
 Gradually, Raven's breathing became more even, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gar slipped his fingers out, a shit-eating grin on his face just before he brought them to his lips to lick her juices clean off. Raven stared openly with lust filled eyes as he did this, her face still flushed as she bit down on her bottom lip.
 "Mmm," Gar purred, still licking her taste off the inside of his index finger, pink tongue gliding slowly up the pale liquid trail.
 Raven's breath hitched in her throat and then she tackled him back onto the bed, legs straddling him as she used deft hands to quickly undo his pants. âMy turn.â
So, a while back it was a SPECIAL SOMEONEâS birthday, and the crummy friend I am, I wrote this for @loubugginsâ a bit late, but I hope itâs still enjoyable! And that she had a fantastic day (and week, because bday weeks should be a thing) where her cat, Moo, spoiled her rotten with fish breath kisses.Â
Anyways, this takes place as an epilogue of sorts for my BBRae fic, Exhibitionist, but to be honest, you donât need to have read the fic to enjoy this lil bit of domestic fluff!Â
Rated M [18+] for a hint of spice, but no actual smut!
Grey was often used to describe something drab, bleak, despairing even. But Raven found she often liked the various shades of grey, especially when it blended and muted the normally bright greens of the encroaching forest, coating them like they were just obscured behind a blurry lens. The fog rolled in heavy and thick onto the gravelly roads, an endless blanket of grey, making everything it touched look sleepy, old, and distant. With the lake, one couldnât tell where the sky ended and the water began, the horizon kissing the edges seamlessly, the still surface a direct reflection of the grey skies above. Only the green â evergreen, the very colour of summer itself â dared to break out against the impenetrable grey of the fog, and even then, the jagged shapes of the tall and proud but skinny pine trees were merely a blurred silhouette in the distance.
The modestly sized cottage sat atop a hill, and much like the mountains, it was also shrouded in a thick covering of mist, the wide windows mirroring the greys of the outside. Moving clouds on the surface of the earth. It made the place appear almost haunted, perhaps a setting out of a classic horror or mystery book. Which only endeared the scenery to Raven even more.
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All the prompts Iâve answered thus far based on these suggestions + any other requests Iâve received in my inbox. Check frequently for updates/missed stories!
From âSentence Promptsâ:
1)Â âWhat if I say no?â - RobStar
3)Â âI dreamed of you last night.â - RobStar
8) âIâll take you.â - BBRae, RobStar (NSFW)
60 BBRae prompt, Beast and Rage get super frisky and smut the hell out of it.
Ahhh, sorry about the wait, friend!Â
Rage-y, Beast-y smut coming up ~ this is paired with your other prompt so there will be a part two shortly!Â
(NSFW ahead)
60)Â âSing to me.â
Rage was the id. Impulse. Desire. Lust. Power. Rage was carnal and primal and instinctive. She was in control. Yes, Raven was made up of multiple emotions, each one bottled into a different aspect of her mind. Those emotions shaped her and drove her to do good. But Rage was the most powerful. She took root in Ravenâs heart.Â
Anger with her father, fury with her spirit. Loathing and self-hatred and fear.Â
Rage was the id, and Raven despised her.
âBabe, you gotta relax. Seriously.â
âIâm trying, Gar.â
âNo, you arenât. Your legs are all tense. Especially when I do this -Â â
Raven gasped and shot up in bed, knocking her boyfriendâs face away from her thighs as she drew her legs to her chest.Â
âOw!â Gar groaned, pressing his palm to his nose, âFuck, Rae, if you didnât like it that much, you couldâve said so.â
âSorry,â she winced, reaching across the bed to grab his discarded shirt, âIâm sorry, Gar, I just donât think this is going to work.â
He sighed and rubbed his cheek, adjusting the waistband of his boxers while she shrugged on the grey cotton tee.
âWant to talk about it?â
âNot really,â she muttered, looking away.
He softened and crawled closer to her, bending down to press a gentle kiss to her knee.Â
âCâmon, Raven. I just want to know whatâs wrong. If you donât want to do anything, thatâs cool. Iâm not trying to push you.â
âItâs not that.â
âAnd if Iâm terrible at it, you can tell me, itâs all been total guesswork down there.â
âItâs not that either.â
âLike, seriously, all my experience is from watching por - â
âGar,â she said sharply, staring at him with sad eyes, âI want to hurt you.â
It should be noted that Beast Boy didnât think Raven would ever agree to go out with him. And heâd been trying. A lot. Probably too many times for his own good.Â
But she hadnât ever outright shot him down either. She justâŚbrushed off his advances. He could live with that, even if he didnât want to. Â
Which is why it was so surprising to him, and everyone else, when she offered to join him at the premiere of Wicked Scary: Unleashed Vengeance.
âSay that again, Rae?â Beast Boy asked, dropping his fork and tofu eggs. He stared at her with wide eyes, not missing the fact that Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin were also at the breakfast table, doing the same thing.Â
She stirred her tea and shrugged.Â
âIâll take you if you want. We havenât seen a good horror movie in a while, it might be fun. Also,â Raven said, narrowing her eyes, âdonât call me that.â
âWell, uh, okay. That sounds really cool.â
âGreat. Itâs a date then,â she said briskly, taking a sip from her mug and floating towards the door.Â
She paused as it slid open and turned around, shooting a glare at the rest of her teammates. Starfire squeezed Robinâs arm and looked away, hiding her knowing smile. Her boyfriend blanched and followed suit, nudging Cyborg to shut his jaw.Â
âSay anything and itâs portals to hell for a week,â Raven warned, flashing her eyes dangerously as she glided out of the common room.
The doors slid shut behind her, and all eyes were on Beast Boy.
âDudesâŚdid that really just happen?âÂ
Cyborg grinned.
âIt sure as hell did, man, congrats.â
âI am delighted that she finally asked! Now you can come on the double dates with Robin and me! And Raven will finally share details when we perform the girl-talks, and -â
Beast Boy blushed and held up his hands.
âSlow down, Star, we havenât even gone out yet. Who knows? Maybe sheâs kidding. Or sheâll call it off.â
âBB, she wouldnât have asked you if she didnât want somethinâ to happen.â
Starfire clasped her hands together and nodded.
âOh yes! Raven has never been one to do the pulling of a practical joke.â
âI donât know,â Beast Boy said uneasily, glancing at Robin, âWhat do you think? You two have that bond-thingy, do you think she was being serious?â
âWell,â Robin said thoughtfully, leaning back in his seat, âfirst of all, I think itâs something worth discussing with her. Because if I knew anything, and Iâm not saying I do, I donât think it would be fair of me to speak for her.â
Beast Boy sighed and propped his elbows up on the table, leaning into his palms.
âMakes sense, I guess.â
âBut for the record, it didnât seem like she was anything less than serious.â
The changeling straightened his back and looked at the door.Â
âYou think so?â
âMan, we wouldnât be tellinâ you any of this if we didnât believe it,â Cyborg interjected, gesturing for him to get up, ânow, go!â
Beast Boy shot up from his seat and raced to Ravenâs room, feet skidding as he came to an abrupt stop outside her door. He ran a hand through his hair and smoothed out his shirt, hesitating for a moment before raising his fist to knock.
The door slid open before he could touch it, and suddenly she was there, holding her mug with both hands, eyeing him suspiciously.
âCan I help you?â
âDid you mean that? Like, for real?â he blurted out, wringing his hands nervously, ââcuz if you didnât, thatâs really not funny, Rae.â
She smiled slightly, taking another drink of her tea.
âBeast Boy,â Raven said calmly, âI meant it. Is that all you wanted to know?â
âDid something change? Iâve been asking you out for ages and you justâŚyou never really seemed to go for it.â
âYou really wanna know?â she asked, leaning against the frame of her door.
He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck.
âYeah, I do.â
Raven shook her head.
âNothing changed. I just realizedâŚI wasnât being fair. And weâre both older and more mature. I have good control over my powers and I trust you. It just felt like all the reasons for us to not at least try this - they didnât exist anymore. And,â she bit her lip, looking down, âyou arenât Malchior.â
âRaven -â
âWait,â she interrupted, holding up a hand, âyouâre not gonna get anything out of me if you stop me now soâŚI just mean that I think Iâm over the fear of betrayal, Gar.â
âAre you finished?â
âYeah.â
âGood,â he said softly, stepping closer to her, âbecause Iâm gonna kiss you now, if thatâs okay.â
Beast Boy raised his hand to her cheek and leaned in, waiting for her to close the distance.
If youâre still doing requests, maybe 18 bbrae? Feel free to make it M rated ;)
Youâre in luck, Anon, I happen to be pretty inspired for some smut tonight (no thanks to you four. you know who you are :).
NSFW incoming.Â
18) âSOâŚyou think Iâm hot?â
Raven wasnât reckless.
Her demon half on the other handâŚwell, itâs fair to say they had their share of struggles when it came to controlling her impulses.
For example, Raven would never be caught half-naked in a closet at a fancy party with her boyfriend. She wouldnât forgo the incantations necessary to prevent unwanted power leakage. And she certainly wouldnât be begging him to go faster and harder, knowing that her cries were louder than they should be.
And yet, there they were, sweat-slicked and panting in the main linen closet during the annual Gotham Giverâs Gala at Wayne Manor.
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