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behindheremeraldeyes · 2 years

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damirae week 2022

day 2 college/ high school / jealousy

title: hit the showers

summary: college AU - Raven and Damian are partners for a literature project. When he keeps her waiting for almost an hour after football practice, nothing will stop her from going after him. Not even the male sign on the door.

It’s hard for her to put into words how she’s feeling right now. Even with the vast range of words in her head, Raven just can’t find a pretty way to define how fucking pissed she is.

For the past 40 minutes, she’s been sitting on the same spot at the bleachers. The football players have long retreated to the showers, leaving the stage to Gotham University’s beloved cheerleading squad and their repetitive choreography. And for someone with barely any school-spirit in her bones, Raven almost wishes for one of them to fall.

Almost.

An annoyed sigh escapes her lips as she checks her phone again: still no answer. How hard can it be for him to come out and give her that stupid pen-drive!? She bites her lower lip and mentally curses her literature professor for ruining her life. Of all the people—all the sixty-three students enrolled on that subject for the semester—her name was matched to his for the final project. Sure, both she and Damian Wayne are the smartest people in class, and their project won't receive anything lower than an A+, but damn, what an egocentric bastard.

She felt like crying a river at the idea of pairing up with the person she detests the most on all campus, but now, Raven knows better that wasting precious tears won’t solve her problem. Murder, though…

Her eyes catch the sign of a bunch of jocks leaving the locker room, but to her luck, Damian isn’t among them. Like a trained herd, they keep following each other, but her partner just refuses to show up. She’s tapping her foot against the metal structure, a glimpse of hope stubbornly lighting up her eyes.

Any minute now, she thinks. But then, 15 minutes go by, and all hope turns into rage.

Raven shakes her head, a new decision igniting her soul. “Fuck this.” She stands up, glaring at the universe and stomping her way across the tracking field and towards the lockers. Her hands are balled into fists, and she sees the way people’s expressions change when they look at her. She barges into the locker-room, not caring that this is the male one.

Once inside, Raven’s eyes search for him, like a lioness hunting her prey. Most of the players are long gone, but the few left grow confused at the sight of a girl invading the men’s locker-room when they’re still half-naked. Some start covering themselves in shame, while others even try to impress her by flexing their muscles. On normal days, Raven wouldn’t spare them a fraction of her precious time, and now things are no different. She couldn’t care less about all of those exposed abs. Not when her mind is set on finding the Wayne.

“You.” She points at a random guy, and he shivers under her condemning gaze. “Where’s Damian?”

“Damian? Y-You mean Wayne?”

“Of course I mean Wayne!” She fumes. “Is there any other arrogant brat named Damian on this stupid team?!”

“N-No…” He answers, and oddly, it feels like a question.

“Where the hell is he!?”

“In the showers! He’s in the showers!” He covers himself, pointing towards the back of the room. “Please, don’t hurt me!”

“Tch, out of my way.” Raven grits her teeth, pushing past the player. She walks towards the showers, a curtain of steam clouding the air. She’s about to rip the curtain open, when firm hands hold her in place, preventing her advance. This interruption makes her mad, and once she realizes that the one who interrupted her is Damian, the girl grows even more irritated.

“Wow, slow down, Roth. Ask me to dinner first, will you?” He smirks, and her glare intensifies.

“Fuck you, Damian!” She slaps his hands from her shoulders, and he crosses his arms across his naked chest. He only has a towel wrapped around his waist, and some drops of water are still running down his olive skin.

“Aren’t you a polite lady?” That cocky arrogance remains plastered on his face, and she holds back the urge to rip it off with a slap. “Apart from peeking at me, what on earth are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet outside.”

“We were, Damian. One-freaking-hour ago!”

“What?” His eyes widen, real shock spread on his face as he looks at the clock on the wall. “Oh shit, is it that late already?! I must have lost track of time, my bad.”

“My bad!?” she repeats, her voice growing even angrier. “Can’t you even apologize like a human-being, you little piece of sh— “

“Wow, language! You’re worse than a sailor, geez.”

Her heart is racing inside her ribcage and it takes every ounce of self-control in her body not to strangle him. His personality is Damian’s worst quality. It’s like a younger version of his older brother, but he lacks the womanizer part—that’s as far as she knows, of course. The whole family seems to have this serious conduct disorder, but she won’t let him get the best of her.

All the money she's spent on meditation classes will prove itself useful.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and repeating her mantra inside her head. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zint—

“Look, just give me the pen-drive and I’ll be out.” She reasons, her tone calmer. “Let’s not waste more of my precious time, okay?”

Damian stares at her for a second too long, his hand massaging his chin. He nods, and Raven feels a certain relief to know this will be over soon. “Fine. Front pocket of my bag. It’s the yellow and green one with the W.”

“Finally.” She throws her hands in the air, and she's quick to spot the bag on the bench near the lockers. Raven leans down, her hands reaching for the zipper of the front pocket, and once the pen-drive is in her hands, her body relaxes. No tricks, no silly games or arrogant comments, just the way it should be.

But of course he had to be staring at her ass…

From the corner of her eyes, she sees Damian standing behind her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His emerald eyes are on her, and once she turns to him, he doesn’t bother looking away. She swallows a few ugly words that are about to escape her throat and decides that instead of giving in to her emotions, she will teach him a lesson he won't forget.

Two can play this game, she thinks. It’s time for her revenge.

She gets back on her feet, mimicking his pose; her carefree eyes roaming his body. Even with a rotten personality, Damian is a sight for sore eyes. She acknowledges that he’s a very charming man, with that dark hair and those pretty, forest eyes; but that’s as far as she’ll go. His ego is already too high and she can’t risk inflating it anymore.

“Like what you see, Damian?” She asks, her eyes on his.

“I could ask you the same, Roth.”

“Well…” Her tongue traces her bottom lip, and after placing the pen-drive in her purse, she lets it slide down her shoulder and to the floor. She walks closer to him, the steam from the showers brushing her cheeks. “I can’t say I’m not.”

“Oh, boy.” He leans closer, their eyes never breaking contact. “Nice twist for someone who was about to murder me just now.”

“Call it a twist or just a girl trying to find compensation after waiting under the burning sun.” Their faces are inches apart, and she slides her hands across his chest. She feels his muscles twitching under her palm, and she can’t help but smirk at that.

Men, she muses.

“It sure is getting hot in here, habibti.” He whispers, eyelids lowered, and she can feel his heart beating faster under her touch.

“In that case, maybe you should take another shower, Dami.”

“What?”

His lips part in awe, but before Damian has any chance to process her words, her tiny hands are already pushing him backwards. In a blink of an eye, he finds himself under the shower, cold water now pouring over him.

How deliciously satisfying, she thinks, standing her ground. Triumph decorates her face, and she’s delighted to see the expression he’s making while his body tries to adjust to the lower temperature. His damp, dark hair is sticking to his face and his emerald eyes are glaring at her with enough intensity to tear a hole in her skin.

“Goddamnit, Roth!”

She chuckles, hands resting on her waist. “That’s what you get for making me wait, Damian!”

“Tt how very mature of you.”

“Never said I was.” Raven chuckles, still not ready to let her revenge wear off. “Sorry to throw cold water on your plans.”

“Ha Ha. Hilarious.” He scorns, running his hand through his damp hair. “I guess I deserved this.”

“You can bet your pretty ass you did.”

“Yeah… whatever. You can stop now.”

“Stop? Why should I?” she teases, victory clouding her better judgment. “Tell me, Dami, how does it feel to be a soaked loser?”

He stares at her for a little too long; the wheels spinning in his head. “I don’t know, Roth. You tell me.”

Her eyes widen when his arms wrap around her waist, and it doesn’t take much to understand what he’s doing. Although she tries to fight back, in a swift move, Damian pulls her close, and soon, she’s also soaked from head to toe. The cold water strikes her skin, damp clothes sticking to her curves, and shivers run down her spine.

Of course, the universe wouldn’t let her have her moment, right?

“So, Roth, how does it feel?” Damian asks, arrogance dripping from his lips.

“You’re such a child, Damian!” She fumes, hands balled into fists, ready to punch him.

“Me!? You started this!” He bites back, turning off the cold water.

“It was payback. It’s not my fault if you’re a shitty loser!”

“I’m not a shitty loser. You’re just an annoying winner.”

“I must have learned from you.”

They glare at each other for a few moments, sparks igniting between them. A real fight is about to start, when something inside her snaps.

What the hell am I doing?

A defeated sigh escapes her lungs, all the anger fading from her heart. She runs her fingers through her wet hair to take it out of her face, closing her eyes for an instance. Raven’s tired of all this childish bickering, and even if she hates to admit it, the cold water did help her calm down a bit. She’s never been the girl who loses her mind over stupid things, and perhaps that’s what she hates the most about Damian.

He makes her lose control. He sets her emotions ablaze, and before she knows it, they’re at each other’s throats, fighting over something stupid. It’s annoying—inconvenient, even. Theoretically, they should be able to maintain a decent conversation, but apparently, they can’t help but behave like children.

God, what is it about him?

Raven doesn't know. And maybe now isn't the best time to figure it out.

“I’m going home.” She states.

“Are you planning on leaving like this?”

“It’s not like I have another option, genius.”

“Tt. At least let me…” Before he can finish the sentence, she feels his thumb caressing her cheeks. It’s an innocent move, filled with some sort of concern and care. His hand cups her face, and she can’t help but notice how smooth it is. He’s looking at her with such a gentle expression, and once their eyes meet, an embarrassed blush creeps to his face. “I-I… I was just… your mascara was running down.”

Although she’s trying to find the right words, nothing comes to mind. Damian Wayne was nice to her. This is not part of his modus operandi, and she doesn’t know how to respond. Her cheeks feel warm and her lips part. Their faces are extremely close, and if she didn’t know any better, she could bet he wants to ki—

His lips are on hers before she can conclude her thoughts. They’re smooth and delicate, and at first, he doesn’t move, giving her enough time to memorize their shape. Unlike Damian himself, his kiss is calm and soothing—insecure, even. It’s makes the turbulence in her heart disappear, and even if she knows Damian Wayne is the one kissing her, Raven can’t find it in herself to push him away. Quite the opposite, actually.

Her arms wrap around his neck and she kisses him back; her fingers getting lost in his dark locks. Their lips move in sync, and slowly, he presses her back against the white tiles. His hands sneak under her shirt, moving to her waist so he holds her in place. A raw groan dies in her throat when his fingers dig down her skin. A foreign warmth wraps around her guts when he nibbles her lower lip, a clear sign that he’s asking for entrance.

Soon, she tastes his sweetness in what’s probably the best kiss of her life. It’s addictive—eliciting so—and it’s only after he pulls away that she realizes what she’s been deprived of for such a long time.

Her senses slowly return, and she pulls her arms back from his neck. Amethysts widen, and once she sees that stupid smirk on his face, Raven realizes what she’s done—with whom she’s done it with. Her entire body is on fire and it’s like her heart is about to explode if he does so much as touch her skin. She can’t look him in the eye and her instincts are begging her to run away.

She’s a fool. A fool for not pushing him away, and mostly, a fool for wanting another kiss.

“Oh my, for a moment, I thought you weren’t going to kiss me back.”

“I-I wasn’t. I didn’t—.”

“But you did.” He smiles excitedly, biting his lower lip. “And what an amazing kiss, for sure.”

“We shouldn’t have done it.”

“Don’t even try running away from this, Roth.”

“Oh my god, what have I done?” She panics, covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m soaking wet in the masculine locker-room with you. What if someone saw us kissing? What if people think something is happening here?”

“Would it be that bad? Us, together, I mean.” His voice is an octave lower and her face grows warmer. Her heart skips a beat and she can tell she’s swayed by Mr. Honey-Lips. “Would it, Raven?”

Of all the people she could’ve kissed, why did it have to be Damian Wayne?

“God, I hate you, Damian.”

“Do you?” He leans closer, mockery enveloping his words. “I don’t think you mean that based on how your nails pulled my scalp.”

“Can you just stop describing that!?” Raven states, her voice shaky in pure embarrassment. “I-I have to leave, can you let me go?"

“But I’m not holding you at all, habibti.” He shows her his hands, proving to her she is, indeed, free. She bites the insides of her cheeks, and with a newfound strength, Raven pushes past him and walks away. Her clothes are still soaked and her boots are filled with water, making an annoying sound whenever she takes a step towards the exit.

She reaches for her purse, and when she turns around, he's s still smirking—still looking at her. Her heartbeat increases and images of his half-naked body pressed hard against hers cloud her thoughts. His lips against hers, his hands on her lower back, his tongue—

Focus, she tells herself.

“So, should I meet you at your room at 8pm?”

“W-What?!” Raven almost jumps back, horrified he would even suggest such a thing after their first kiss.

“Relax, Raven. It’s for the project. Unless you want to resume our activities.” He winks.

Her heart sinks, and she prays for the floor to swallow her whole. Raven’s growing more embarrassed with every second and she doesn’t think she can take it anymore. She turns from him, fast-pacing towards the door and almost tripping. Her ears ignore whatever words come out of his mouth, and she doesn’t dare look back to see if he’s following her.

She needs to get home. She needs to get away from him before something else happens. Perhaps another cold shower will come in handy—and this time, preferably, she will one without Damian Wayne.

fin.

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a/n: okay, first of all, I’m so sorry for being so late. This week was just so busy and I didn’t have time to do everything I wanted. I’m late for the week, but I still have a few stories I want to share with you! About this one, you guys chose this theme and all I could think of was “let's make the silliest cliché ever”. Well, here it is lol hope you’ve enjoyed it!

#damirae #damirae week 2022 #damirae week 22 #damirae week #demonbirds #mydamiraefics

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mountshire · 2 years

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Day 1: League of Assassins

So, I had on mind with this one a picture of them leading the League of Assassins, and when Superman tried to reach Damian she talked to him for them to meet and help with Lois’ plan. Their world ends, that’s inevitable, but they were always a power couple despite Trigon’s influence.

Idk why but I can totally picture them having a child and saving that child to another universe, and he or she only knows about their parents because of this portrait, two tired teenagers in love facing their world burning. (OMG! Another Kal-El!!!)

#damirae #damirae week #damirae week 2022

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andthendk · 9 months

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Damirae Week 2023 (Day 3): Book/Movie Inspired AU --DUNE--

Watching Dune at theatres was an absolute experience I would trade for nothing, so I took some of my favorite scenes for Day 3 🤩 Highly recommend "Quicksilver & Blue" by ViLaVi on AO3 for a fictional take on a damirae-dune AU

#damirae #damirae week 2023 #robin #raven #damian wayne #teen titans #rachel roth #dc #my art #demonbirds #fanart #dc comics #damian al ghul #dcamu #damian x raven #my otp #robrae #i'm still trying to figure out rendering in my style #needless to say it's a nightmare atm lmao

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kasieli · 9 months

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DamiRae week 2023 day 2 | LoA! Damian x Hero! Raven

#damirae #damian wayne #Raven #damirae week 2023 #fanart #y’all sorry about the lazy backgrounds #I was rushing #but also pls enjoy!#I miss these birbs #second entry I have is a continuation of this kinda #ok but I really like long(ish) curly haired Damian

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xaphrin · 2 months

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Anyway I just spent all morning plotting out my next long fic, and uh... wow that outline is something. Hope it doesn't suck? Have a taste?

(Actually trying to see how people feel about this)

When Trigon finally conquered Earth it felt like the world had become a strange, tilted reflection of itself. Warped like the mirror in a funhouse, but somehow still the same. On the surface things continued as normal, people went to their jobs, the public transit system continued, and the stock market miraculously stayed stable. The conquering felt less like an ending, and more like a blip in the timeline. Most people assumed that after a few months it would all clear itself up.

But, underneath that facade of normalcy, there was a wound festering.

Dissenters quietly disappeared overnight. World leaders vanished on their way to summits. Pacifists simply ceased to exist. Slowly, like a small leak in a boat, little bits of civilization disappeared, letting more and more horrors fill the space until the boat started to sink and there was nothing left but accept the inevitable truth:

There was no saving what Trigon had destroyed.

And here stood Raven, at the edge of it all. She wasn’t supposed to exist. After her body had been used as a portal for Trigon, she had been left to die and decompose into the earth. Even her soul wouldn’t have found rest anywhere, since it was welcome nowhere.

“You good?”

Raven turned and looked at Dick as he stood next to her. “Not sure yet.” She gave a one shouldered shrug and stared out into the skyline.

The city still looked inhabited, but there was a soft quiet that rumbled in and around the buildings. Look closer and you could see shattered windows and the rust-colored stains of long-dried blood. Everyone ignored it. If someone had died, they had it coming. Keep your head down. Don’t stir up trouble. Those were rules, and they were meant to be followed.

Dick sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I got a message from my brother.”

Raven lifted an eyebrow. “A Robin?”

He nodded. “The last one, actually. He was there the day Batman was…” Dick trailed off, unsure of what to call the death of the last man he considered a father.

“Taken,” Raven supplied. The word didn’t feel like an end. It felt like a book with the last pages ripped out, so you never really knew the ending. “I thought he disappeared. Your brother, I mean.”

“He went back to the League of Assassins.”

Raven lifted an eyebrow, surprised. They were the one group of people who had managed to resist all of Trigon’s control, walking a very fine line of neutrality. She huffed out a soft breath. “And what does he want?”

“To join the cause.”

#damirae #I've started plotting and outlining things which is weird #but found it's easier for me to get my 300 - 500 words a day in if I have an actual plot and not just a ~vibe~#So... uh... I guess expect chapter one in a few weeks?

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inverted-typo · 9 months

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DamiRae Week 2023 - Day 3: Movie Inspired

Damian: Beloved, how long has it been since we last waltzed?

Raven: Oh, Damian…hours.

I know the Addams family has definitely been done before as I’ve seen all the beautiful work for it—but why fix something that isn’t broken? They fit perfectly!

#my art #art #drawing #illustration #dc comics #teen titans #damirae #damirae week 2023 #damirae week #damirae way #Damian Wayne #Raven #Addams family AU

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athenadione · 5 months

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i wanna wear his initial (on a chain around my neck)

I know it's super late, but I wanted to share my fic for damirae sauce week. I hope you enjoy! (Rated E for explicit sexual content) Words: 2,059 Read HERE on a03

Raven’s sure that most people would never consider Damian to be a generous person. It doesn’t help that he keeps even the closest of friends at arm’s length. She’s also sure that it doesn’t bother him that most people refer to him as distant and cold. He’s always held his cards close to his chest, and keeps those he cares about most even closer.

And as his favorite (a true honor), Raven knows that Damian is more generous than he’d ever admit. So much so in fact, that Raven isn’t surprised in the slightest when he’s knocking at her door with a quiet excitement in his eyes. All while holding something behind his back with both hands. Refusing to show her until he’s completely inside, away from the prying eyes of their teammates.

“What is it?” Raven asks, taking the elongated velvet box from him carefully.

“Open it and see for yourself habibti,” Damian tells her, affection clear in his voice. Her eyes flit up to him a moment, already feeling the smile growing on her face. Her lithe fingers make quick work of the sheer bow wrapped around it. When she lifts the top she doesn’t hold back her surprise.

“Damian, this is…”

“Adequate?”

“…expensive.”

It’s obviously hand-crafted, probably from some obscure jewelry artist requiring a password to meet at a secret location. (She’s kidding, well mostly). Even so Raven can only begin to imagine how Damian had the time to commission this without her knowing about it.

“Tch, you deserve the best omri. I won’t stand for anything less.”

She touches the outline of the necklace delicately. It’s pure silver, and simple. A dainty chain, ending with an embellished ‘R’ full of tiny emeralds. R for Robin, so she can wear it out in public. My Robin.

“It’s beautiful, put it on for me?” She asks, handing the box to Damian.

“Of course.”

She turns around and walks to her mirror, gathering her hair over her shoulder. When she feels the ghost of his fingers at the base of her neck it sends a shiver down her spine. Then his hands come around her head with the necklace.

“So…you like it?” He asks as he starts to clasp it.

Raven trails down the R with her forefinger, staring at her reflection. The chain settling against her neck is cool to the touch and electrifying. Wearing his initial around her neck feels…thrilling.

She turns back around to face him as he finishes. “I love it,” she says, standing up on tip-toes to kiss him. Her arms wrap around his face and his hands find her waist when she pulls him down to bring his lips to hers. “Thank you habibi,” she murmurs against his lips.

“It’s just as much a present to me,” he admits against her skin as his voice drops an octave, “now everyone will know exactly who you belong to.”

A sizzling heat settles in her lower abdomen as goosebumps rise on her skin where his breath tickles her ear. “All those poor women are in for a world of hurt once they realize Robin is officially off the market.”

“Good,” he says, nibbling the shell of her ear, “they should have known I’d never be interested in any of them anyway. How could anyone ever compare to you?”

Raven’s never been great at accepting compliments, but with Damian she’s learning. Still, it doesn’t stop the light shade of red she feels heating her cheeks as she answers him with another kiss.

The heat of his mouth moving against hers is a slow burn. They take their time exploring one another, delighting in the pathway of their hands on each other as Damian takes the lead—nibbling softly on her bottom lip. She sighs at his ministrations, relaxing further into his hold. Damian starts to play at the zipper on the back of her leotard while leading her backwards towards her bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks her, and Raven nods, helping him slide the straps down her shoulders.

“Yes,” she breathes, “It’s more than okay.”

She leans into his chest, fingers slipping underneath his belt to tease him as his hands skin over her arms. Marveling over the gentle way he cups her face in his hands, and the care he takes to help her undress. Trailing soft kisses down her shoulder, following the path of her leotard as it slides down her legs.

“Tabdū rāʾiʿan, you wear our initial so beautifully,” he whispers with reverence against her calf as he helps her step out of her spandex. Raven sighs at the feels of his 5 o’clock shadow scratching lightly against her leg. It’s not enough friction, she needs more, but she knows better than to rush him. Damian likes to take his time, and she’s learned the hard way what happens when she tries to push him. She nearly shivers at the memory.

That night he had turned her into a wet, sobbing mess. It had ended with her begging for mercy as he had continued to make her come again and again. So many times that she had eventually lost count.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks and looks up at her, and Raven’s breath hitches at the sight of him. Inches away from where she needs him the most, hands tracing delicately over her skin to reach the swell of her hips.

“You of course, and how very talented you are,” she teases, her hands finding themselves playing with the strands of his dark, curly strands of hair.

He hums, “you flatter me,” his hands tighten around her hips and he lifts her up onto the edge of the bed, “but you’re just as talented you know.”

“No argument there,” she laughs at his raised brow before drawing his face back up to hers for another kiss. Letting him push her back until she’s surrounded by pillows, and his frame settles over hers. Close enough that she can feel the warmth of his arms around her face.

“I think you’re overdressed,” she says, her hands gripping the edge of his uniform tucked into his pants.

He stops her with his hand on her wrist, “Not yet, I want to look at you first. I want to watch you come for the first time wearing my necklace.” He fingers the chain between her breasts, before brushing his thumb over one nipple. “All mine,” he says as he teases the bud into a tight peak, “I want them all to know you’re mine.”

Raven moans, chest heaving as he turns his attention to her other nipple—taking it into his mouth. “Y-yes,” she stutters when his tongue swirls around it, “I’m yours beloved.” She pants as he continues, as wetness continues to gather between her thighs. She wants to squirm, press her legs together to relieve the tension that’s building there so quickly, but she knows the pay-off of waiting. So she doesn’t plead with him, just whimpers, when Damian traces a single finger around the hood of her clit, so devastatingly slow.

“So good omri, you’re being so patient,” he grips one of her thighs before hitching it over his shoulder, the act giving him more access to her. “Can you be still for me? I want to taste how sweet you are.”

“Yes, yes, albi, please,” she responds, gasping when he lowers his mouth over her clit. Her back arches off the bed just a little as she struggles to not move. Her hands tangle in the bed sheets as hot pleasure starts to build inside of her. His lips expertly nibble as his tongue darts out, sketching circles around her nub. Then he slips a finger inside of her, and it starts to pump in a rhythm that drives her only higher towards her peak.

Her orgasm catches her by surprise, ripping through her body, and she cries out—her hands reaching to entangle in his hair again as he helps her ride through it. He plants small kisses to both of her inner thighs, murmuring words so low she can’t understand what they are.

There’s a light ringing in her ears and she’s covered in a line sheen of sweat when Damian starts again. Enclosing his mouth around her clit once more. Raven shakes her head against her pillow as her hands shakily reach to pull him up, “Please, no more Damian. I want to feel you inside.”

He glances up, and brings his fingers up to his lips, covered in her essence. “You do taste sweet Raven. So sweet that I want seconds.” His mouth lowers unto her again, “One more, then I’ll give you what you want.”

She’s shaking by the end of her second, gripping his shoulders like a life-line as he pushes her back over the edge. He tells her how beautiful she is, a goddess incarnate, when he considers going for thirds. She begs for him to stop instead, “You promised,” she says, still breathless.

“You’re right, I’m sorry omri. You just taste so good, I couldn’t help myself,” he says as he moves to stand, giving Raven a short reprieve. She watches as he undresses, taken by the way his muscles ripple under the light from the nearest window.

He catches her staring, sending her a light smirk before it melts into something more intimate, “Are you okay? Do you need a break?” he asks.

Raven smiles warmly and shakes her head, “I’m good, just enjoying the view.”

“Likewise,” he quips, moving to settle his length right over her core. He kisses her shoulder as she moves to grip his forearms.

They groan together, breath intermingling, as he moves inside of her. Going slow until he finally bottoms out, and Damian gives Raven a moment to adjust to the feel of him. The delicious way he fills her up. And then he moves again and she throws her head back with a moan as he starts a punishing pace. One that she can’t help but be swept into, can’t help but drown in the tidal wave of their pleasure.

Damian quickly finds the spot that draws out more whimpers from her lips, and he lowers her mouth to swallow her cries. She drinks in his kiss greedily as he builds them both back up to orgasm, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that contrasts his more shallow and well-placed thrusts. Then he pushes them both over the edge together with a final stroke, moaning her name into her neck as he spills inside of her.

Her own orgasm is mind-blowing, and Damian continues to thrust languidly, drawing it out as long as he can. He moves the sweaty strands of hair out of her face, curling them behind her ears as he kisses her again. Long and slow and full of devotion. For her. It makes her heart squeeze with emotion.

“I love you,” she says, accepting more kisses at her temple.

“I love you more,” he tells her, rolling onto his back while pulling her on top of him. She listens to his heart beat as it starts to slow, relaxing in the afterglow of their love making. One of her favorite parts.

Damian makes them sit up as he reaches for her mini fridge, pulling out two bottles of water before uncapping one and handing it to her. She accepts it while murmuring her thanks, and takes a few greedy sips, not realizing how thirsty she really was. After a while they settle back against the headboard as Damian uncaps his own bottle.

Raven starts to play with her necklace, admiring the shine of the emeralds as it reflects against the light. “You know I really do love my present, but next time I have a different necklace in mind to wear,” she says with a light smirk.

Damian catches the playful lilt of her voice and looks down at her with a raised brow, “Oh? And what did you have in mind, beloved?” he asks, just before taking a sip of water.

“Your hand.”

Raven laughs as he chokes on his water in shock. The mess on her comforter is completely worth the look on his face. She’ll pay for it later for surprising him like that, but that’s okay.

She’s counting on it.

#damirae #raven #damian wayne #fanfic #damian x raven #damirae sauce week 2023

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wickedhexedwitch · 1 year

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Please Read!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Can I have your attention please? I'm the one who make these JayRae art.

I want to thank you all for your incredible support through these years... but I need to ask you something...

I'm ashamed to ask this but my family is going through though times, my father lost his job and I can't seem to get one.

I would appreciate some help, I can draw something any of you desire and you can pay me with the money you have, I'm not setting a price list or anything, just asking for some kind of donation in exchange of a digital drawing like these.

Any ship, any character, I'll handle it.

Thank you so so much to everyone 💗

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reverseoforah · 9 months

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Day 4: Angel & Devil

Fallen Angel & Devil

"I fell for you."

#damiraeweek23 #from an angel to a fallen angel #Day 4 of Damirae week

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opheliawillowbrook · 2 years

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We Have A Jumper!

Raven and Damian's date is interrupted when they receive a call about a Jumper on the roof of a nearby apartment building.

Random Officer: Oh thank God you guys are here! We got a Jumper!

Damian: I'm confident God has nothing to do with this.

Random Officer: Raven, can you use your powers to stop him from jumping?

Damian: That won't be necessary. *And whips out a megaphone.*

Raven: Why do you have that?

Damian: It's best to be prepared, Beloved. *Raises Megaphone* SO YOU'RE REALLY CONSIDERING THE COWARD'S WAY OUT?

Raven: You didn't just--

Damian: But I did.

Jumper: FUCK YOU, MAN!!!

Damian: YES, FUCK ME. I'M NOT THE ONE STANDING ON A LEDGE, CONSIDERING MY LIFE CHOICES, OF WHICH INCLUDE TRAUMATIZING A RATHER LARGE CROWD OF PEOPLE. BUT FUCK ME.

RAVEN: What are you doing! Don't antagonize the guy!

Jumper: SERIOUSLY! LISTEN TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!!!

Damian: I'LL LISTEN TO MY GIRLFRIEND AS SOON AS YOU ADMIT YOU'RE DOING THIS FOR ATTENTION.

Jumper: FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH. I'M SUFFERING UP HERE!

Damian: THE ONLY THING SUFFERING IS MY MOOD. AND BASED ON THE FACT YOU HAVEN'T JUMPED YET, THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION IS YOU'RE DOING THIS FOR ATTENTION.

Raven: Damian!

Jumper: WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU A MEGAPHONE! YOU'RE TERRIBLE AT THIS!!!!

Damian: YET YOU HAVEN'T JUMPED?

Jumper: BECAUSE YOU'RE DISTRACTING ME!!!

Damian: ALL PART OF MY PLAN.

Jumper: WHAT PLAN!!?

Damian: THE PLAN WHERE I INFORM YOU THAT YOU'RE CURRENTLY CONSIDERING JUMPING OFF A FOUR STORY BUILDING. THAT IS APPROXIMATELY A 50 TO 60 FOOT DROP. AND BASED ON THAT VELOCITY, THE FALL ITSELF ONLY HAS A 35% CHANCE OF KILLING YOU INSTANTLY. IF AT ALL. AND THAT IS ONLY AROUND 45%. SO IT STANDS TO REASON THAT IF YOU JUMP YOU'LL EITHER DIE A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH: WE'RE TALKING BROKEN BONES, LASARATED MUSCLES, BURST ORGANS. THE WHOLE SHOOTING MATCH. OH, AND YOU’LL PROBABLY NEVER WALK AGAIN, YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE TO EAT OUT OF A TUBE AS WELL? DEPENDS ON WHAT END HITS THE GROUND FIRST.

Random Cop: You're making this up as you go, aren’t you?

Damian: *Speaking to the officer through the megaphone* I'M NOT. I ONCE SAW A GUY JUMP FROM HIS TOWN HOUSE WINDOW.

Jumper: DID HE DIE!

Damian: NOPE. NOT ONLY DID HE LIVE, BUT HE SHATTERED EVERY BONE I HIS BODY AND FILETED HIS FACE.

Raven: HE'S NOT LYING! HE LOOKED LIKE ONE OF THOSE CHARACTERS FROM BEETLE JUICE!!

Rando Cop: The one with the tongue?

Damian: THAT WOULD BE THE ONE, YES. NOW, WITH ALL OF THAT INFORMATION IN MIND, ARE YOU STILL CONSIDERING JUMPING? CAUSE IT’S REALLY GOING TO PUT A DAMPER ON MY AFTERNOON IF I HAVE TO WASH YOUR BLOOD OUT OF MY UNIFORM.

Rando Cop: That shit does stain.

Jumper: NO, I’M GONNA COME DOWN NOW. IT’S NOT WORTH IT!

Damian: GOOD. JUST BE SURE TO USE THE STAIRS AND EXIT THE BUILDING THROUGH THE FRONT ENTRANCE. THANK YOU.

Raven: That was the most reckless thing you’ve ever done.

Damian: Poor bastard’s still alive isn’t he?

Rando Cop: Even if he did jump, doesn’t Raven have healing abilities?

Damian: *Still through the megaphone* OF COURSE, BUT WHY GO THROUGH ALL THOSE UNNECESSARY STEPS? PLUS NOW NONE OF US ARE COVERED IN HIS BRAIN MATTER.

Raven: Put the megaphone away! He can hear you!

#Damian al Ghul #Damian Wayne #damirae #robin damian #raven roth #raven dc #damirae week #damirae zine 2022 #dcamu #justice league vs teen titans #teen titans judas contract #demon birds

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