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Sorry for the delay, october was a really busy month, but its never too late for this 👀 NSFW version on twitter privatter.net/i/6292632

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An Empty Throne Awaiting Your Arrival

Day Two: Nanda Parbat

Raven stretched her arms above her head, feeling her spine crack in three places as she moved. A low groan escaped her lips and she rolled her shoulders, trying to get the tension to ease between them. It didn’t matter how luxurious the accommodations were at Nanda Parbat, ten hours of sitting unmoving in a meeting room with dozens of other superheroes discussing the state of the galaxy was bound to make her whole body tight. 

The semi-annual accords were being held in Nanda Parbat this time around. Since Damian had taken up his grandfather’s mantle, he had been making gestures that he was willing to play by the rules as the current head of the League of Assassins. Well, mostly willing to play by the rules. There were still some dubious circumstances that raised more than a few eyebrows, but most of the Justice League considered it better to have Damian al Ghul as an ally than an enemy. 

“I’ve barely seen you in the two days we’ve been here together.”

Raven felt her heart flutter at the sound of Damian’s voice. It whispered to her of cold, moonless nights curled up in heavy embroidered silks, and warm hands sliding over scarred skin. She shivered, and turned to see him standing in the doorway to her room, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He had grown exponentially since their time with the Titans, gaining a whole head and shoulders over her, and putting on more muscle than she ever thought was possible for his lithe body. And yet in spite of his bulk, he still moved with an understated grace and strength. He wore power like it was a second skin, and Raven couldn’t help but admire how he had grown from a teenage boy that demanded authority into a man who commanded it. 

“We sat across from each other yesterday.” Raven tilted her head to the side and crossed her arms over her chest, watching him. “And just because you’re the current Demon’s Head doesn’t mean you can just enter a woman’s room without being invited.”

Damian’s look turned incredulous. “We were discussing the black market slave trade on Tamaran - that doesn’t count as seeing each other.” 

He seemed to purposefully skirt her accusation of entering her room without permission, and he moved to stand next to her on the small balcony outside her window. In the dark, the world appeared to stretch on forever, shadows and starlight mingling to create a curtain that sheltered this space from anything outside this moment. Raven turned back to stare out into the mountains, resting her hands on the railing. She allowed herself the pleasure of taking in the scent of his expensive spiced soap - something that hadn’t changed in all of their time together. 

“You could have asked me to dance last night at the formal dinner.”

“And risk the ire of Kent?” Damian snorted and glanced over at her, his lips tugging upward in a knowing smirk. “I’d rather throw myself into a den of rabid wolves. I may be the head of the League of Assassins, habibti, but even I have my limits.”

The way his mouth curled around the endearment sent shivers down her spine, and she let herself enjoy the fluttering sensation of her heart at his closeness. She had missed these quiet moments between them - stolen only when the JLA and the League met every few months for these accords. The one six months ago had been so hectic and full of meetings that their time together had been relegated to official functions only. It had been an entire year since Raven had the opportunity to be alone with Damian, and she secretly wondered if he had offered up Nanda Parbat as a meeting location just so he could have more opportunities to be alone with her.

“You could come to Nanda Parbat more often.” He took a half-step closer to her, lowering his eyes to her face. “You know there’s always a place for you here.”

He was talking permanently, as he usually did when he saw her. There was an empty throne waiting for her, and Damian always let her know. 

Her heart turned over, and an empty ache filled her chest. “You know that if I could completely guarantee your safety from the demon that lives inside me, I would be by your side every moment, Damian.” She lifted her hand to his face, tracing her thumb over the hard line of his jaw. “Constantine is close to finding something a little more permanent… but…” She trailed off with a sigh, shaking her head. “I can barely get him to focus for more than three minutes on something. He’s unpredictable and chaotic. How Zatanna manages to deal with him on a daily basis is something I will never understand.” She gave him a thin smile. “Will you be willing to wait just a little longer for me? I know I am asking a lot.”

“Beloved…”

The way he spoke with such breathless longing made Raven want to stop time, just so she could live in this moment forever. A familiar, knowing ache twisted in her heart, and she stepped closer to him as the chilled desert air curled around them. Without him saying a word, she knew that he would wait until the end of time itself for her - just as she would wait for him. He was a love she didn’t know she was allowed to have, and that was why she needed to keep him safe until her father could be brought under control. She needed to protect him, because he was her Achilles heel, and her father would do everything in his power to harm Damian if Raven wasn’t careful. 

She tilted her head back and gave him a soft smile, her hands feathering over the intricately embroidered clothes he wore for important functions. He looked regal and stately, like a prince out of a dark fairytale. But, while Raven had to admit that as handsome as he was in these clothes, Damian was far more handsome out of them. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you somehow arranged for my room to be mere steps away from yours.” She pushed his cloak to the floor, letting herself bask in the sight of Damian’s dark skin illuminated by moonlight. The sleeveless shirt under his cloak hugged every steely plane of his chest and accentuated the strength in his shoulders and arms.  

His lips twitched as he glanced down at her, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I’m sure it was just an oversight from my planning team. If you would prefer a different room, I’m certain it can be arranged.”

“Oh?” She laughed and lifted herself up a few scant inches to get closer to his full mouth. She was dying to kiss him, but she could never admit that out loud. She would never live it down. “And would that other room be yours, perhaps?”

“Would you like it to be?” He gave Raven the smile that he reserved only for her, and it made her toes curl. Even after all their time apart, he still knew how to make her melt.

“I don’t know…” Raven stepped back a half step and blatantly let her eyes wander over him, appreciating the man he’d grown into. “I think I rather like the view from here.”

Damian let go of a low growl deep in his chest and he crowded her space. His hand feathered along the column of her neck before tangling in the strands of her hair. “I need you to ward the room against sound and magic.” 

“Is that so?” She lifted her eyebrows, pretending to be surprised, and desperately trying to ignore the way heat was burning in the pit of her stomach. Her skin felt like it was on fire, and she knew that the moment his fingers touched between her thighs, she would explode like a million fireworks. Her stomach tightened in anticipation of straddling his thighs and taking all of him inside her. Somehow, she managed to keep her face blank. “I can’t imagine we have much time before dinner.” 

“It’s been a year since I’ve had a chance to properly love you, habibti. I refuse to wait any longer.” He leaned over her, his vibrant eyes catching the light from the moon. “I’ve made all the appropriate excuses, and our attendance at dinner will not be missed.”

“Is that so?” Raven hummed as if she was still weighing the unspoken suggestion, but under her cloak, her fingers were drawing the spell needed to seal the room from any unsuspecting guests. She glanced up, thinking. “And should we get hungry?”

“I’ve already made arrangements for a late night repast to be brought to us - discreetly.” 

“A repast. How Old World of you.” She chuckled, and ran her fingertips up his sternum, circling his heart. “Shall I change into my dressing gown and nightcap as well?”

“Oh no.” Damian was stepping towards her, his massive frame urging her to step back into the room. He left the doors open, allowing the cool night air and thin evening light to spill into the room, and continued to stalk her, until her knees hit the bed. “You’re going to be as naked as Lady Godiva all night, my love.” 

“Is that so?” Her hands dropped to the matching embroidered sash around Damian’s waist, her fingers deftly untying the complicated knot in the silk. She was proud of herself that she still remembered how to undo all the catches in his clothing. “And you? What will you be wearing?”

“Nothing as well.” He reached up and unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to the floor. His own gaze flicked appreciatively over her form, taking in every curve and inch of skin that poked out from her uniform. “As I will be fucking you hard into this mattress.”

“Ah?” Raven knew her eyes betrayed her eagerness, but she at least tried her best to sound unaffected by his promise. She lowered her eyes to his pants, seeing the obvious tent in the fine fabric. A barely suppressed shiver slipped down her spine as she thought about how good he was going to feel when he was buried inside her. “And what if I had plans on pinning you to the headboard and riding you all night, my love?”

His lips pulled up at the edges at her tease, and he reached around her to the zipper in her uniform, slowly pulling it down. The cool air curled over her back, creating a stark contrast to the heat Damian exuded. “Are you that desperate for relief? For my cock inside you?” He dropped his voice to a low growl, and dragged his nose up the length of her neck. “Pleasuring you?”

Raven was no longer able to control her response to him, and she shivered, her fingers going to his pants, untying the lacing and letting them fall around Damian’s ankles. He wore no underwear, and his thick cock was fully erect, practically begging for her touch. She ran her fingertips up and down the length of him in a slow, gentle tease. 

Raven had once read a book where the main character’s cock had been described as “princely”. A princely cock conjured up images of a delicate masculinity. But, Damian’s cock was anything but princely. He was thick and long, with a weight that felt like he could shatter her if he wanted. His cock was that of a courtesan, built solely for hours of ruthless fucking. He was steel encased in velvet, and it took every ounce of her control to not push him down on the bed and ride him without foreplay. 

She purred and pushed herself up onto her toes so that the head of his cock brushed against her lower stomach. “How would you respond if I said yes? If I said that every time I touched myself, I thought of you buried deep inside me, giving me what I need.”

Damian paused, as if he needed a moment to collect his thoughts and control his breath. “I would say that I am going to find every excuse to keep you here longer than the accords because I do not think tonight is enough time.” He pushed her uniform from her body and admired the sight of her. “I am going to need eons to make love to you.”

Raven slipped her fingers under the black fabric of Damian’s shirt, pulling it over his head. They stood there, naked and begging, but neither one of them were ready to make a move. The anticipation of what was about to come was like a drug. They were high on their lust, shivering and desperate for hands and mouths to explore each other. Raven wrapped her hand fully around Damian’s cock and pumped slowly. 

“How long has it been since you’ve had my mouth on you?”

He dropped his gaze to her lips and his eyes seemed glassy, as if he was imagining the way she looked with her lips stretched around his cock. Raven didn’t wait for any more of an answer, she dropped down to her knees and swirled the tip of her tongue over the broad head of Damian’s erection. He groaned, and his fingers curled into her hair. 

“Beloved.” His voice was breathy and desperate, as if he was mere moments away from losing himself to her. 

Raven fully opened her mouth and took as much of him as she could. He tasted of memories she thought she had forgotten, and she let go of a moan before she could stop it. She had missed these trysts, and she never wanted them to end. Shivering, Raven brought one hand up to encircle the length of him she couldn’t swallow, and her other hand slipped between her legs to rub quick desperate circles over her clit. 

Damian growled and his hands tightened in her hair as he let her set the pace. It was as if that was the only thing holding him to this moment, and he didn’t want to let it go. Raven took him with an unrestrained eagerness, sucking and licking exactly where she knew he enjoyed being touched. He was shuddering and shaking, his other hand digging into his thigh as if it would stave off his orgasm for a few minutes. Finally, he pulled back and lifted her to her feet, his eyes dark with need. 

“Beloved. While I appreciate the gesture, you are going to make me lose myself before you’ve even had a chance.” He palmed her hip and curled his fingers under her chin, a small smile playing on his lips. “And I never want you to leave this room unsatisfied.”

“I am never unsatisfied with you.”

Damian let go of a low, rumbling noise. “My love - as great as it is - alone will not make you orgasm.” His fingers slipped up her thigh before parting her and finding her clit. His fingertip circled her clit, rubbing just the way she liked. Raven shivered and fell against him, clawing at his chest. He always did know how to play her body better than herself. Damian growled and nipped at her ear. “I am determined to make you orgasm at least six times tonight, my love.” 

Raven’s eyes flew open. “Six?”

“One for every month we’ve been apart.” He pushed two fingers inside her, angling his thrusts to rub against a spot that had her knees shaking. His tongue slid up her neck, feathering her pulse “I’d give you a hundred and eighty if I could - one for every day we were apart - but unfortunately our duties will call us in the morning… and I cannot have you completely boneless and brainless. I swear, sometimes your intelligence is the only thing that keeps those idiots on task.”

Raven shivered and clung to him, feeling her pleasure tighten inside her. Fire was licking along her skin, and she felt his fingers speed up, driving into her like there was nothing else that would bring him pleasure. “Damian.” 

He smiled against her, kissing down her neck to her shoulder, nipping at the sensitive skin. “I love the way you say my name. Like you know no one else, and I am the only one who will ever make you come like this.” 

“Do you think anyone else is allowed to touch me?”

“I certainly hope not.” Damian added a third finger, wrapping his other arm around her waist as Raven’s knees finally gave out. “I can be a jealous man, and you are mine.”

“H-how-” Raven found her words escaping her as she tried to find purchase on his body, if only to keep from completely embarrassing herself. “-primeval.”  

Raven wrapped her arms around his chest as she felt her orgasm race towards her. She sank her teeth into his chest as she tried to muffle her moans, undoubtedly leaving a mark. Years ago, when they had made their first foray into a sexual relationship, Damian had told her that he wore her bites with pride. And while she was certain that was still the case, she didn’t want the entire superhero community to know what happened in this room. 

Damian bent over her, nuzzling the curve of her neck. “Stop talking and come.” 

Raven groaned, and her head fell back against her shoulders as pleasure flooded her body and short-circuited her brain. Muscles twitching, she rode out every ounce of her orgasm on his fingers, letting wave after wave of sensation drown her. Nothing would ever feel as good as Damian playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. It was like all good sense left her, and all she wanted to do was continue to chase this delightful high with him. 

Vaguely, she was aware of herself being gently laid down on her bed, and she lifted her eyes to see Damian hovering over her, a smug expression of decidedly male satisfaction sewn on his face. She pushed at his chest, but it meant nothing since her arms had all the strength of a newborn fawn. Damian just laughed and pressed heady, open mouthed kisses to her bare shoulders, letting himself bask in this moment between them. 

“I missed you, my love.” 

Raven sighed and ran her hands up and down his back, pausing occasionally to trace his scars. Aftershocks continued to quake through her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to let go of him. She wanted more. Their stolen time was always so brief that it left an aching hunger inside her that she was desperate to fill. Instead, she lifted her eyes to his, and pushed him to lie on his back. Raven swung her legs to straddle his hips, and she leaned over him. Her eyes met his in the darkness of the room, and she paused, letting the weight of the moment settle over them. 

Through the open window she could smell the night air, and in the pale moonlight, Damian’s eyes looked otherworldly. A shiver slipped down her spine, and she looked down at her pale hands splayed out over his dark chest. It looked like another mark - one of their own making. 

Damian gave her a small smile, his eyes searching her face, and slid his hands up her thighs to her hips. “Stay a little longer. After the accords are over, stay… just a few days.” His voice sounded pleading. “This brief time together is never enough.” 

Raven found herself wanting to, but she knew the longer she spent with him, the more time that gave her demon a way to hurt him. She was keeping her distance to protect him, and it wounded her every time she had to deny his request. She wanted to be with him more than she wanted anything else in the universe. That familiar empty, endless ache filled her chest, and Damian must have seen the answer on her face, because his expression fell and he lifted a hand to tangle in her hair. “Then let’s have tonight.”

Tonight was all they could have right now. 

She leaned forward and pressed a desperate, hungry kiss against his lips. He tasted like the fine wine they’d served at the cocktail party prior to dinner and it made her sigh with longing. She wanted so much more than tonight, but she would take everything she could with him. With a low, greedy rumble against his mouth, Raven lifted her hips enough so that she could sink down onto his generous cock. 

Raven grunted out a pleased groan as he slid deep into her body, stretching and filling her. Her breath caught in her chest and she cursed. “Have you always been this big?”

Damian smirked against her mouth, nipping playfully at her lower lip. “I assure you, my cock hasn’t changed sizes.” He let go of a soft moan as she buried him to the hilt. “But you are tight.” 

She shivered and gave herself a few moments to adjust to his size, her whole body shaking. Her head was swimming and it felt like she couldn’t get enough breath. She could feel every twitch from his engorged cock, and fuck if it didn’t feel good. She was dizzy with lust, and she wanted to drown in it forever. When she was ready, she lifted herself up and then slammed herself back down again, the friction creating a fire inside her that she wasn’t ready for. A long, wanton moan escaped, and Raven dug her nails into his chest. 

“Damian.”

He smiled and his hand tightened in her hair, pulling just enough to tease a gentle kind of pain. “I love it when you say my name like that. As though you don’t know a single other name in the world.” He thrust his hips up towards her, slamming into her hard and making her see stars. “Like you’re lost in pleasure.”

She was. Raven planted her shaking hands firmly on his chest and set a rapid, desperate pace, driving herself on his cock. He felt amazing. After six months of not seeing him, and a year of not being intimate, this felt like heaven and sin all melted into one explosive experience. Her nails dug into his chest and she felt herself desperately climbing for that elusive peak. Time seemed to bleed into itself, and all Raven could focus on was how good this felt. The way his hands skimmed her body, cupped her breasts, and teased her nipples. He was murmuring words and phrases she didn’t understand, but it sounded like love made real. 

Raven’s stomach tightened and she shivered, pitching forward and stealing a kiss from his full mouth. He groaned, and his hands found her hips pulling her down on his cock. Their even pace seemed to pick up speed, and Raven found herself groaning into his mouth. Her body was shaking as pleasure seemed to spark over her skin. It was electric and sharp, and it made her feel like she was about to go up in flames. 

Gasping against his mouth, Raven drove herself down on his cock, frantically reaching towards that peak that seemed just barely in her grasp. Damian muttered something beautiful against her lips, and his hands grabbed her hips slamming her down onto him with something akin to desperation. They both wanted this more than they wanted anything else in this moment. Her nails dug hard into his chest, and her movements stuttered as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm crawl up her spine. Her body felt like light personified, drenching her before sending her spiraling down into the shadows. With one last cry, she threw her head back and felt the world explode around her. Damian’s hands grabbed her hard enough to bruise, and he followed after her, moaning her name with all the sanctity of a prayer. 

Twitching, Raven collapsed on his chest, trying to find the energy to breathe. She missed this. This bone-deep satisfaction of being utterly and thoroughly fucked by someone she loved. With a satisfied mewl, she buried her face into Damian’s neck and let her heart start to slow. The breeze from the midnight air slipped around their cooling bodies, and if she strained her ears, Raven could hear the sounds of the party below them. For a few minutes, it felt like they were in another world, and she wanted to stay there forever.

But they only had tonight, and she would take everything she could.  

She smiled and lapped at the pulse in his neck. “From behind.” 

Damian’s cock twitched inside her, hardening almost immediately, and he practically purred in her ear. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to make it very hard for you to sit down tomorrow.” 

He rolled her onto her back, hooking her legs in the crook of his elbow and spreading her wide. Years ago this would have embarrassed her to be so open and vulnerable for him, but now she loved it. Damian was careful with every part of her, and letting him have her spread wide and vulnerable only added to the pleasure.  

“Is that what you want?” He teased, nipping at her lips. “To be sore while we discuss humanitarian efforts?” He gave one thrust, and Raven let go of a low moan, her hands tightening around his biceps as he hips moved against him again, desperate for more. “To think about how I fucked you so hard you couldn’t even listen to a presentation on appropriate water aid?”

Raven’s back arched as he gave another thrust, his hips pounding hard into her. Every push of his body seemed to take her higher, and she clawed back towards that peak with fervor. 

“Yes.” Raven muttered between clenched teeth. “I want to be so utterly fucked that the whole world knows what you did to me. I want to be boneless and brainless, only thinking about how you spent all night taking me to the heavens and back. I want everyone to know that I belong to you.” 

Damian’s control snapped and he snarled out a curse that made her tighten even more around his cock. He pulled himself from her body, rolling her over before tucking her knees under her. With another growled curse, he slammed his cock back into her, stretching her wide. Raven pushed back against him, her body practically on fire. She wanted more. Everything he could give her, she wanted it without question. If they only had tonight, she wanted it to count. 

Damian hooked one arm under her thigh, and adjusted her hips so that he could drive himself deep into her. The new position had him thrusting into parts of her she didn’t know existed, and Raven could swear she saw stars. He dropped his fingers to her clit, rubbing rough, hard circles over her, making her feel even more wild. She pushed back against him, meeting every desperate thrust. Her body was on fire, burning them both, but neither of them wanted to douse the flames. It felt better to let themselves go up in smoke. 

Her hands gripped the sheets so hard she thought she might tear them. Tears were streaming down her face, and she felt her orgasm course through her like a lightning storm. Screaming, she pushed back against Damian, taking every inch of him. He was relentless, slamming into her as though she was the only thing keeping him on this plane of existence. He fucked her through her first orgasm and sent her careening into a second one, until the pleasure turned into delicious pain, and Raven was certain her soul had been stripped from her body and shot among the stars.

Damian followed her, his body shaking as his fingers clawed into her skin. Through gritted teeth, he mumbled one word: “Malakti.”

Raven shivered as she felt him pull out of her, collapsing next to her prone form. He drew her close, tucking her into the shelter of his body as they both gasped for breath. Every nerve ending was shocking her system, making her twitch. Damian ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers feathering over her spine. They lay together, basking in the aftershocks of their pleasure, until Raven curled closer to him, humming quietly. 

Raven raised her eyes to his face and smiled. “My queen?”

Damian looked sheepish for a fraction of a second. “I thought you didn’t speak Arabic.”

It was Raven’s turn to blush. “I’ve been learning.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair and looked down at her, pride filling his eyes. He kissed her slowly, pouring every ounce of his love deep into her soul until Raven thought she might cry. Pulling back, his eyes searched her face. 

“I will wait for you until the universe ceases to exist.”

Raven felt a tear slide down her cheek as she pulled herself closer to him. 

“But…” His voice rumbled through her body like far-off thunder. “I hope you don’t make me wait that long, Malakti.” 

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Dami’s Girl

-Day 1 of #damiraesmutweek21            

 Duke Thomas had a lot to get used to.  

First, he moved into one of the biggest manors in North America; secondly, he got adopted by Bruce Wayne; then, he found out that Bruce Wayne was Batman – some days, he still couldn’t believe it – finally, he became part of the Batfamily. And as weird as life with a billionaire vigilante was, for Duke, nothing was stranger than walking in on a stoic, anti-fun Damian Wayne in a heavy make-out session with his girlfriend.  Though, in Duke’s defense, this was the library.

             He couldn’t help but think back to the end of his and Robin’s first patrol together.

(One week ago)

“Why aren’t you panicking?  I’m panicking,” The Signal loudly whispered to Robin after 20+ minutes of silence.  “I’m freaking out.”

             “Oh, relax,” Robin replied calmly.  The fact that they were both strung to the ceiling by their feet didn’t seem to phase Boy Wonder V, and it was pissing The Signal off. “This crew is using alien technology to block any and all signals coming to and from this warehouse,” Robin stated calmly.  “We’re trapped.”  The Signal’s jaw dropped.  He couldn’t believe it! That’s it? That’s all Robin was going to say?  Rolling his eyes, The Signal once again tried to lift to reach the knot around his ankles, but his upper body screamed in protest.  “I don’t think that’s going to work,” Robin stated nonchalantly.  “Whatever they hit us with – the feeling is just now returning to my hands.”

             “Why are you so lackadaisical about our current situation?”

             “Why are you panicking?  They aren’t going to kill us.”

             “And you know that how?”

             “Because they would have done – “

             “Aahh!” A high-pitched scream interrupted Robin, followed by the sounds of gunfire.  A growl was heard along with a “What the fu-ahh!”  The Signal’s heart began racing in his chest.  “I told you we’d be fine,” Robin stated.

             “What the heck!” The Signal nearly screeched. Suddenly, a body came soaring through the door of the warehouse.  Robin and The Signal turned their heads to the door simultaneously.  The Signal’s heart jumped into his throat at the sight of four red eyes in the doorway.  His world began to spin as he was hit with the realization that they were all about to die. He was going to die, and he hadn’t even flown on Bruce Wayne’s private jet. Life was so unfair.

             “I’m sorry!” the figure on the floor began scrambling backward.  Being that they had been ambushed from behind, neither Robin nor The Signal had gotten a good look at their captors.  Now seeing one of them up close, The Signal felt embarrassed and ashamed.   He was sure Robin was feeling the same way.  “Please!  Please! Please! Please!” the man was now on his knees.  Boxes in the warehouse began to shake as Robin and The Signal began to sway from a supernatural wind.  The Signal kept his eye on the entity who was surrounded by black…smoke.  Was it smoke?  The Signal studied it closer.  It had to be smoke because it was definitely not goo.

             A shriek caused The Signal to almost jump.  A black tendril was wrapped around their attacker’s ankle and slowly dragged him towards the…spirit.  The Signal glanced at Robin.  Robin was only watching with mild interest while the once heavily armed gangster screamed and clawed at the ground.  “Okay,” Robin eventually said, “I think he’s had enough.  You don’t want to scare him to death.”

             “What?” The Signal looked around.  “Who are you talking to?” he asked.

             “I wasn’t going to scare him to death,” a feminine voice came from the entity.  The Signal shook his head, taking a second look.  No longer the stuff of nightmares, the spirit’s form suddenly became humanoid. A shudder of relief ran up and down The Signal’s spine.  He knew this hooded creature only by name.  The out-of-character calmness showed by Robin now made sense.  “But we had a date,” the female spoke as strolled up to the two young men while dragging the squirming man behind her.

She squatted down in front of the two hanging heroes, her head on the same level as Robin’s.  “You sure took your sweet time,” Robin smiled at her, and The Signal stared in open-mouthed shock.  Robin never smiled.  He smirked, scowled, and sneered.  But he never smiled.  The Signal deduced he was in an alternate universe.  

“I had to teleport from the other side of the country,” she replied, her powers slowly choking the perp, only releasing him when he was unconscious.  “This is The Signal,” Robin introduced him.  “My most tolerable sibling, after Cassandra, of course.”

“Of course,” the female echoed softly, letting the body hit the ground.

“Signal, this is Raven.  My girlfriend,” Robin introduced, attempting to hide a blush that The Signal totally noticed.

“Hey, Raven,” The Signal smiled, “it’s nice to meet you.”  Raven turned her head to him before removing her hood.  This girl was the horrific creature at the doorway? This girl with the pretty, wide, violet eyes who couldn’t be taller than 5’4” was the four-eyed monster who took out who knows how many men?  “Stop ogling my girlfriend,” Robin almost growled.

“I wasn’t ogling your girlfriend,” The Signal said.  Robin scoffed in reply.  “Hold still, both of you,” Raven said as her eyes glowed black, “let me get you down.”

 Thirty minutes later, after getting healed by Raven and giving a quick statement to the cops, the three vigilantes watched from afar as law enforcement took over the crime scene.  “How did you guys even get caught by those second-rate criminals?” Raven asked.  At least 10 gangbangers had been captured, and miscellaneous contraband had been confiscated by the cops.

“They attacked us from behind,” Robin answered.

“They had alien technology,” The Signal muttered.

“Still,” Raven frowned at Robin, “you’re usually so on guard.”

“I know,” Robin said, “but I’ve been distracted all day.”

“You?” Raven scoffed, and The Signal silently agreed.  “What in the world had you distracted?”

“Well,” Robin’s facial expression changed to a sultry one as he wrapped his arms around Raven’s waist, pulling her into him.  “How am I supposed to concentrate when you insist on sending me pictures of- “

“Robin!” Raven slapped a hand over Robin’s mouth.

“Well, this evening has been…strange,” The Signal said with a furrowed brow.  “You know, you could have told me your girl was on her way,” he added with a frown.  “I wouldn’t have panicked so much.”

“It is okay to panic every once in a while,” Raven stated kindly.

“I liked watching you freak out,” Robin smirked.  Of course, The Signal thought with an eye-roll.  There was the Robin he knew and mostly loathed.  “Be nice,” Raven muttered.

“Oh, we both know that I am very nice,” Robin replied, his voice dropping an octave.

“And on that note, I’m going to go,” The Signal said.

“I can teleport you back to the Batcave,” Raven offered.

“Um…” The Signal thought about accepting the offer but quickly changed his mind when Robin started nuzzling Raven’s neck.  “I’ll be fine.  I could use some air.”

“Well...be safe,” Raven added, seemingly oblivious to her boyfriend’s mouth on her neck.

“Uh-huh,” The Signal squeaked before sprinting away from the two.  “And Damian says he’s nothing like his father when it comes to PDA,” Duke muttered to himself.  “Give me a break.”

 (Present)

               “Dude, get out!”  Damian’s voice brought Duke back to the present.

             “Oh…uh…my bad,” Duke stuttered.  “Hey, Raven,” he greeted the blushing empath before rushing from the library.

             Yep, there was a lot he needed to get used to.

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[damirae-sauce-week]

Final Announcement || Art by @jokodoesstuff

OFFICIAL MASTERPOST

(Damian and Raven are adults in this image)

Our fellow DamiRae fandom, you spoke and we heard. After 6 days, and +300 votes, we are thrilled to share with you the official Prompt List for the first DamiRae Smut Week🔞.

Monday, October 25: Free Day Tuesday, October 26: Ardor in the Cold Jealousy || Nanda Parbat || “Don’t forget who you belong to.” Wednesday, October 27: Spirit of Inquiry First Time || BDSM || “You’re mine.” Thursday, October 28:  Strange Circumstances College AU || Forbidden Romance || “We are stuck in a small space together. Oh no, my hand is on your ass.“ Friday, October 29:  Bad decisions, good outcomes Car/Batmobile Sex || Friends with Benefits || “They’re gonna hear us.“  "Then I guess you better be quiet.” Saturday, October 30: Devotion Wedding Night/Honeymoon || Alpha/Omega (Omegaverse) || “To love you forever.” Sunday, October 31: Samhain Evil AU || Aphrodisiac || “Welcome home, Honey.”

Each day has 2 prompts + 1 dialogue. You can use all of them, both prompts and the dialogue, or just pick one. You will also find in itallics a theme, chose by your mods, that somehow summarized the feels of each day, you don’t have to use them at all!

Remember you can participate in many days as you wish!

On the following days we will be releasing more information such as rules and instructions to have an amazing event. So stick around and any question you may have, do not hesitate on DM us or ask here.

We can’t wait to see your creations! Thanks again for all your help in submissions, votes, and support 🔥

The DamiRae Smut Week will be held from October 25 to the 31st, 2021.

Honorable mentions of submissions that didn't make it are here (prompt) & here (dialogue)

And Do’s & Don’ts here

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CHECK NOTES

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Oct 30: Devotion

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Take Me With You

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Wednesday, October 27: Spirit of Inquiry

DamiRaeSmutWeek Day 3

First Time || BDSM || “You’re mine.”

Raven knew she was teetering right on the edge on subspace when she attempted to focus on the smell of incense in the air or the very distant sound of a plane flying overhead, however all of that seemed to be basically muted out by the sound - and feel of Damian’s hand flying across her ass cheek once again. He cradled her to his chest, her body facing his in a sort of fetal position, both her legs wrapped around one side of his waist. With every spank, he’d either rub the offended area or slip two fingers into her. She couldn’t help but sob at the very welcomed intrusion, her walls tightening on his fingers causing the man kissing her hairline to chuckle slightly. If she had the energy, or maybe even sanity, she’d laugh at the clear juxtaposition between his hands and lips. One taking her to the brink then pulling her right back before she could reach any sort of end, while the other placed gentle kisses over teary eyes and the apples of her cheeks while mouthing sweet nothings against her skin. 

Feeling him draw back slightly, Raven looked up at Damian, his lips descending down to her, enveloping her’s completely. The only thing drawing them apart was the sting of his hands on her ass cheek once more. Raven felt a shock shoot up her spine as Damian’s thumb circled her clit, his ring and middle finger entering her once more. 

Damian followed the droplet of sweat that fell from Raven’s hairline to the side of her face disappearing below her chin. He couldn’t help but lick his lips, imagining when he’d be able to kiss that spot just below her ear. Listening to her breathing pick up he pressed her body back to his with the hand cradling her body close to his. He couldn’t tell if the rapid heartbeat was hers or his own. 

“Color?” He took in her wet eyelashes and bruised lips. Not getting an answer he slowed his thumb, shallowly thrusting in and out of her spasming walls. “Raven, color?” He tried to stay calm, knowing that him getting worked up was the opposite of what she needed right now.

“Green.” Raven rasped immediately taking her bottom lip in between her teeth. She was so close, she could feel it. Her toes curled in and back arched as she anticipated what she’d been craving since before they even began. Out of fear he’d pull away again, Raven attempted to slip her hand in between her thighs weakly grasping Damian’s wrist. However that action only made him pause, his fingers stayed buried within her, his thumb slowing down to a pace that could be explained as almost, but not quite enough. “Please.” She begged, she wasn’t above putting her pride aside when it were just the two of them, not when she trusted him so wholly.

He couldn’t deny her. How could he, Raven never truly understood how much of him she truly owned. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease her before giving her what they both wanted. “Only I can take you this far.” His voice condescending. Raven released a whine  “Do you know why?” He could hear her pleas of his name, his thumb glided across her clit in the way she liked, his fingers rubbing against the softest part of her walls in a come hither motion “You’re mine.” At that moment she seemed to burst, after his relentless edging, he finally let her fall over the very cliff she had been teetering over. Her voice broke as she cried out in relief. Damian couldn’t help but look down at his lover as she writhed against him, brushing up against his almost forgotten erection.

He kept her close to him, knowing even though they weren’t done yet it was too soon for them to part, even in the slightest of ways. Waiting for a bit, Damian rolled Raven to lay completely on the bed, his own body soon covering her’s, much to Raven’s delight. Raven languidly wrapped her hands around his shoulders, not having quite enough energy to tighten her hold. Her nose rubbed against his as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm pass through her. “Kiss me.” She mumbled. Damian’s low laugh reaching her ears as her eyes closed down. His lips moved against hers slowly, lovingly she’d later note. She realized he was letting her lead, his tongue briefly brushing against hers, not wanting him to pull away Raven’s hands dropped from his shoulder to his butt. She nibbled at his bottom lip as her fingers dug into each of his firm cheeks moaning when she felt him press up against her. 

Damian’s hands gave up in supporting himself, he groped at her sides, sneaking his hands in between her naked body and the mattress, pressing her up into his pelvis. He couldn’t help but to moan as Raven sucked on his tongue just as one of her hands went between them, rubbing at his member while the nails of the other scratched up to his mid back. He couldn’t help but move with her hand, precum already escaping the head. Raven’s thumb rubbed against the tip, pulling her lips from Damian’s to bring her finger to her mouth while maintaining eye contact with him. She didn’t dare break eye contact with him as she swallowed the little of what she had gathered from him. 

Damian could only growl in frustration, grabbing himself he teased at Raven’s entrance, her eyes closing down as he nudged the head in. Still within his reach, Damian used his fingers to circle over Raven’s clit, “No,” he chastised “look at me.” Raven’s eyes were back on his ,albeit reluctantly, taking in the fact he looked almost as wrecked as she felt. Her lips parted as he slowly eased in. He pulled back slightly leaving only his tip in once again “Everytime those beautiful eyes of yours close,” he thrust back in, causing her to moan and her legs to clench around his waist “I’ll stop.” He repeated the action, setting a pace that assured their mutual but beneficial destruction. “Do you understand?” Raven could only nod, no words could make it out her mouth. “No, I need to hear you.”

She’d roll her eyes, but she knew that would only cause him to want to make a point. Taking a breath, she couldn’t help but grab onto his back for leverage “Yes,” her body rocked with his, sweat dripping from his body only to fall onto hers. “Please,” she begged, “don’t stop.” One of her hands shot to the sheets by her head, gripping them tightly. She needed something to keep her leveled to this plane of the universe. But it was proving to be difficult, especially when his hand went to her clit again, he was no longer only trying to make her cum but to simply ruin her. Feeling her body arch to his, Damian took that as a sign that Raven was a few moments away from finishing, he didn’t want to take his eyes off of her but god, he wanted her to cum more. He pressed his face into her neck, nibbling on the exact spot he’d dreamt of earlier. The salt on her skin did nothing to deter him away, instead he could only run his tongue on the now bruised area, sucking it between his teeth, only when he heard her faint ‘yes’ did he place a peck on the spot, her eyes shooting open when he pressed his forehead against hers.

“May I?” Raven struggled to catch the slightest of breaths. “I can’t.” Her whole body felt as if it were being burned from the inside out. 

“Cum for me.” With his permission, Raven’s body stilled to nothing first before wailing out his name, her lips parting as she was unable to hold herself together. Her back bowing for him, one of her hands going for his hair to keep him pressed up against her as the other shot down to take his wrist to stop his minstations on her clit. She couldn’t bear to stay quiet as everything around her flashed white, her skin feeling as if she were pricked with millions of hot needles but in the most delicious of ways. Damian, as close as he was could do nothing but look on, the only reason to not slow his thrusts were to keep her on this high for as long as she could stand. “Cum in me.” It had been a given but hearing Raven voice the words caused him to follow behind her, his hands taking her own and pressing them into the mattress as he continued to drive into her. Looking down at her as her eyes glazed over with satisfaction, he couldn’t help but groan out as her walls contracted around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust, until finally, he himself fell over, his body giving out as his legs shook from the intensity of the moment. 

He could almost fall asleep in her arms like this, with her legs wrapped around him, however he couldn’t deny her of what she deserved. As he attempted to pull away, Raven grumbled “no.” Her legs tightening around him. 

“We have to get you cleaned up,” he felt himself twitch inside of her “and I have to make sure you’re not bruised.” She may not have realized it, but he’d punished her for far longer than they were both used to.

“Take me with you.” Damian couldn’t help but smile, as out of character it was for her, he craved the moments she allowed this side of herself to to be shown to him, and only him. She whispered to Damian, her voice hoarse and cracking mid sentence,“I can’t tell if I’m floating or not.” Knowing what that meant for where she was right now, mentally at least, knew it would be better to give her what she wanted than to completely separate from her, causing a subdrop. 

“How about we take a shower together, I’ll rub some oils on your skin, and read to you?” Damian nuzzled into Raven’s neck trying to think of a way to get her tea without humiliating them both. Feeling her nod against him, he decided not to prod into getting a verbal response, figuring she could use the break.

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[audieoddity]

Carnal Appetite | Pt. 3

I doubt I’ll have enough to participate in all of @damirae-smut-week​, but here’s a little surprise for the Free Day 💕

It had been a week since Raven and Damian had begun their arrangement. After the second night it became a regular part of their routine for Raven to show up early and for Damian to linger a bit longer than he normally would have before heading out for night patrols. Despite their opposing shifts, it felt like they were spending quality time together now more than ever.

But a pang of guilt had been ringing in Raven's mind, because ironically, she had initially switched shifts to get away from Damian.

A detail she hadn't exactly been dishonest about, but one she had definitely made sure not to be forthcoming about.

It wasn't that she didn't like being around Damian.... More of the opposite...

Raven was not as innocent as people assumed. Sure, she was inexperienced, but that wasn't from any lack of desires. She was picky, busy, and painfully too clever to keep interest in most of the men who tried striking up a conversation with her.

Right up until she got paired with Damian on patrols.

Sure, it piqued her interest at first -- a hot fellow hero with a wit to match -- but she figured this would just be a pleasant addition to her otherwise routine nights.

It started with sparring practice during slow nights. Raven so rarely got to use her hand-to-hand combat skills that Damian's insistence on training during downtime was actually a welcome suggestion. She loved the thrill of bodies moving with the rapid fluidity of a surging river. The tension of split second calculations and moves that had to be initiated before they could even fully be thought out. Plus, of course, the heat that erupted between them both as they pushed closer and closer to eachother's limits.

Raven was one of the few people still alive in this world who knew firsthand that when Damian Wayne gave his all in a fight, he clenched his jaw in a way that made his features every bit as imposing as his reputation. His green eyes would grow dark as he fought to keep a level head despite his assassin's instincts. As their sparring stretched on they'd soon both be heaving between movements, bodies erupting in thin sheens of sweat that made their skin glisten in the moonlight.

Raven would challenge anyone to not have shameful thoughts after seeing Damian like that.

But this wasn't exactly unfamiliar territory for her -- she was a grown woman, after all. Plus high speed internet and long days off spent exploring her own body had taught her how to control herself even in the face of unfairly attractive colleagues.

At least, that was until Damian had really started to relax in her presence.

The first thing she noticed was that he was funnier than people gave him credit for.

On one night in particular they were forced to split up, as some low-level Joker's Gang goons had scattered in all directions. Raven made quick work of her half, flight making it much easier to catch up with everyone. However once she'd stopped to breathe and check everyone's restraints she saw out of the corner of her eye one thug who'd managed to hide and was now making a run for it. Raven darted off to catch him but the maze of corridors had her ducking down dead ends and losing time backtracking. As she finally caught sight of the thug again he was almost to an exit where she was sure he'd disappear into the night. As he made a run for the door a fire extinguisher was suddenly thrust out from an intersecting hallway and the goon was left with no time to react, running head-first into the bright red fire extinguisher and immediately falling flat on his back.

Damian stepped out from the hallway, extinguisher still in hand.

"That's what he gets for using a fire exit," he smirked.

It was so unexpected, as so far Damian hadn't really said much during their missions together, that Raven couldn't stop herself from laughing so loud it echoed through the empty warehouse. Damian had smiled at her for the first time back then, obviously pleased with himself.

Since then they'd had a few inside jokes. Most notably, Damian liked to say on nights when he was particularly on top of his game that he was wearing his, 'lucky underwear'.

"Lucky underwear?" Raven had asked.

"Yeah, all Robin's have a pair of lucky underwear. The same one. Budget cuts." He'd explained, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh lovely, and why, pray tell, are you all okay with sharing this pair of lucky underwear?" Raven chuckled.

"Well obviously they were Dick's first, and, as you can imagine, Jason was just as skeptical. Insisted on his own new pair of green briefs. Terrible mistake. Look what happened to him."

Raven had elbowed him in the side back then but couldn't keep herself from laughing at the dark joke.

They grew quite comfortable with eachother over the past few months Damian spent with the Titans.

But that comfort was steadily growing to a certain giddiness that Raven was having trouble getting a hold of.

She started to notice herself zoning out on their nights together. Staring just a little too long at his handsome face while he scanned an area. Her face felt hot whenever he looked at her, and her mind started lingering on him more than she would have liked. She started picturing him in nothing but those lucky underwear, even when they were out on patrols.

She couldn't let it go on like this. Shamefully she found herself tending to her own needs after getting home from their patrols. She conjured up images of him during their sparring sessions, heated, breathless, and ran her fingers with an urgency she'd never known before.

But this only calmed her for a week at most.

Soon she found herself laying in bed, exhausted from trying to please herself, but finding that release frustratingly out of reach. Her desires were unrelenting but her body protested her own touch.

In desperation, she snuck out of the Tower the next day, cloaked in an oversized hoodie and concealing her face with the biggest sunglasses she could find on Kori's vanity.

She made her way to the seedier part of town, keeping her hood up as she approached a garrish blue building with a neon red "ADULT" sign over it. She wasn't exactly ashamed, but she was a public figure, and this was something she'd rather not have people reading about in tabloids.

After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing all shapes and sizes of fake phalluses, she'd finally picked out the one she'd be using as a surrogate Damian that night. Tan, a little longer than average, and definitely thick.

That night, once activity had died down and they were gearing up to head back to the Tower, Raven barely managed to sputter out a 'bye' before taking off on her own way home. Damian had raised an eyebrow at that, wondering at the time if he'd done something to upset her.

Once she was back in her room the feeling of her uniform against her skin was unbearable. She shed all her clothing with lightning speed and threw herself onto the bed. Using a remote on her nightstand she dimmed the lights, setting the remote back and fishing through the drawer for her purchase.

She gulped when she pulled it out, nerves practically fried by this point. Carefully, gently, she put a few drops of lube on the toy and laid herself back on her pillows, shutting her eyes tight as she went back to dreaming of Damian.

This time, in spite of all her shame and embarrassment, she decided to let her imagination run wild. She was desperate for some kind of release from this torment and if that meant fully imagining her teammate fucking her into oblivion then so be it.

She figured he'd be the possessive type, staking his claim by making her entire body light up only for him. She could picture it, a quiet night, a vacant Wayne loft, being shoved against a wall as his mouth wandered all over her. Clothing desperately being pulled from eachother's bodies. Raven felt such a frantic need for him that she wouldn't be able to bear the wait of proper foreplay. Months of one-sided sexual tension had driven her mad with want. The toy would only be a poor substitute, but it would have to do as she pictured Damian sinking his cock into her inch by glorious inch.

A whine escaped her throat as she slid the toy in fully. She dreamed of Damian leaning in, his breath hot on her neck, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to move, habibti."

Raven worked herself steadily, pumping to visions of Damian ravishing her, but it wasn't enough. Her hands couldn't move the toy fast enough to please her and she struggled to consistently drive it in deep enough to hit the spot she needed most.

In a haze she removed the phallus from her still-aching core, sitting up to reposition herself. Her breath came in heated gasps as she moved quickly. She sat up on her knees and placed the dildo, which could stand on its own, on the bed beneath her hips. With her hand holding the toy steady she sunk herself down on it. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she felt it finally hitting deep inside.

She leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands, and in a haze she began riding the toy with reckless abandon. The thought of Damian drove her wild with a need that her hips worked fervently to satisfy. Sweat erupted all over her skin as release seemed to finally be within sight. Her breathing was strained, her muscles were screaming, but her body hastily continued, racing towards that illustrious peak until finally -- she'd ascended it. With a sudden gasp lights and colours erupted behind her eyes as she finally came harder than she ever had before.

Lightheaded, she fell forward onto her mattress, unable to hear anything but her own pounding heartbeat. Unable and unwilling to open her eyes, she eased the toy out of herself and slumped, still naked, into a deep, dreamless sleep.

However that was just the calm before the storm.

The next day anxiety shook through Raven like lightning and her face was in a constant flush wondering how she'd face Damian after so thoroughly fucking herself to the thought of him the night before. It wasn't like he'd know! But her fantasies had gone as far as she could take them and she still wanted more. Her firm grip on her emotions had slipped and now she was riled up like some kind of horny school girl.

She spent the whole day meditating, making tea, taking cold showers, repeating her constant mantra and still her heart thrummed in her chest like a tuning fork.

Dread had washed over her as the Sun set and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd have to face Damian, completely unsure how she'd react.

And then a voice came forth in her mind.

Sweet, seductive, not at all to be trusted. Familiar in its saccharine poison. With the darkness of night came a lightness in her mind and Raven knew, her control had frayed. Her demon was awake and ready. Raven's better instincts now floated casually, knowing full well what she ought to do but having no drive to enforce it. She wanted nothing more than to indulge, and that was a very dangerous thing.

That night she had skipped patrols entirely, and afterwards she was showing up late after frantically reeling her demon instincts back. Naïvely she thought that maybe, just maybe, switching to day shifts and not seeing Damian for a while would be enough to regain her control.

This, of course, was not the case.

So when Damian had offered to, ehem, 'remedy' her 'problem', she felt an overwhelming sense of relief.... In more ways than one.

Still, she questioned herself relentlessly. Was this coercion? Certainly not, Damian was the one offering... But had she implied...? No, no... She'd tried to speak in as technical of terms as possible..... Was it wrong to enjoy it? Obviously Damian didn't want her to be uncomfortable but... Was it dishonest, to revel in the sensations of a complex situation?

"Satisfaction" didn't come close to describing it. Damian was ravaging her every night with the passion of a man denied for centuries. He turned her bones to jelly and left her body unable to register anything but the lasting pulse of her core after being so thoroughly pounded.

Raven, in her newfound bliss, tried not to notice when she felt her demon becoming ever more pliable. It wasn't the easiest thing to gauge, but she could definitely sense it's power waning. Its siren call grew fainter, and she was starting to wonder whether her excuse to be with Damian would disappear without warning. She was torn. Losing control was inexcusable -- this couldn't last... But would that mean everything returning to normal? Would her and Damian's relationship revert back to easy teammates? Did she want to stay in his bed?

Did she want something more?

There wouldn't be time to answer those questions.

..

Damian sat beside her on the bench at the end of his bed. They laughed in unison as he told stories about his younger years at Wayne Manor.

"So Jason says to me, 'At least when I came back from the dead, I got taller!'"

"Oooooo, big words from mister skunk hair."

"Right? So I, in my 12 year old ire, couldn't just take that! I might've been short, but I could still reach Jason's cigarette stash!"

"Oh no..."

"Mhm. He'd just bought a fresh pack too. I took every single one of them out and...."

"Oh God..."

"I cleaned my ears with every. Single. Filter."

"Damian!!" She couldn't fight back the laughter as she playfully shoved his arm.

"What?? I put them all back just the way I found them!" He laughed with her, leaning in close to savor her reaction to his antics.

"You didn't!!"

"Tt. You should've seen him take out cigarette after cigarette, put it between his lips, and immediately start spitting in confusion! I swear he tried 6 before slamming the pack onto the floor!"

Raven was in tears, she could hardly breathe as she pictured Jason as the victim of a pint-sized mercenary. It took several minutes to compose herself. Damian had laughed with her at the start but at some point had calmed himself down to the point of just sitting there, serenely watching her and the joy he'd brought her.

She finally got ahold of herself and tried to speak.

"Hah... Aha... Remind me never to get on your bad side haha," she managed to sputter out.

"I'd say that's my only side, Roth." He smirked.

"Well it'd be hard for me to tell either way -- is it getting dark--?" She stopped abruptly, looking past him and out the window.

Her face dropped.

The Sun had set.

She'd come early, as always, and somehow as they'd chatted away the time had slipped through her fingers.

Damian sat rigidly, as if refusing to turn and see the world outside.

It was nighttime.

And she was still in her usual form.

Her stomach clenched painfully. Is this it?

Steadily, Damian raised his head to stare directly at her.

"You're... You haven't transformed.."

"..Yea." she didn't know what to say.

"That's... That's good.... I guess we.... We don't have to..." He averted his eyes again, trailing off as if unable to finish the thought.

Raven's heart was doing jumping jacks in her chest. She could feel the back of her neck starting to sweat as an immense pressure built up in her face. Her mouth was dry, so dry. She was being torn apart by her mind, desperately pointing her in the logical direction of leaving now, and her body, which yearned and pleaded for this not to be over yet.

She wanted to speak calmly at a time like this but the words wouldn't cooperate. Frantically she stuttered out,

"D-Damian,"

His eyes snapped up and he stared at her intensely, his expression unreadable.

She could barely force the words out as she felt her whole face flooding with heat,

"I... I-I want-"

She was cut off by Damian sealing his lips to hers in a flash.

It was all so fast and neither of them left time to think, their bodies going purely on instinct. Damian leaned over her, pushing her back onto his bed. Their lips easily parted and the kiss heightened in intensity. Raven's hands buried into Damian's hair, trying to keep him as close as possible.

Damian held her by the back of the neck, his other hand daring to snake up her shirt. The heat and sin of demonic red skin was forgotten as he shoved her shirt up and over her bra. He broke the kiss for just a moment to take in the sight of her, pallid skin flushed and tingling with anticipation, before he hooked a finger into the cup of her bra, yanking it down and taking her exposed nipple into his mouth.

Raven yelped, one hand flying up to try and quiet herself, but Damian paid no mind. He'd taken to teasing the sensitive nub between his teeth, while his other hand moved to grope her other breast.

Peppering kisses across her chest, he worked his way back up her neck. Finally, he pulled back to look her in the eyes. He said nothing, but the uncertainty in his expression silently asked her for permission.

She swallowed, released a breath she didn't know she was holding, and pushed down all the questions muddling in her mind about what exactly this was.

"Damian," she screwed her eyes shut, "I... I want you to have me.... Please."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

In a flurry of bodies they fell backwards onto the mattress. Clothes were shed with all the fervour of torn gift wrapping, and every inch of bared skin was instantly connected to eachother.

Raven's underwear was yanked down with such haste that it dangled from her ankle, as they were both too distracted to fully remove it.

As they were locked in a burning, breathless kiss, Damian lined himself up, and like that

He was inside her.

"Damian," she whimpered out, driven mad by his slow, languid thrusts.

"Raven," he breathed, clearly on the edge of losing control. He held her close and pumped steadily.

Her voice was weak, "Right there," she whispered close to his ear. This felt less like a run towards a high peak, and more like a steady, euphoric ride with no end in sight. Pleasure seeped through every inch of her bones as she could focus on nothing but the bliss of feeling Damian drag his thick cock in... And out... Of her.

"Don't stop," her voice dripped with desperation. "Please don't stop!"

His pace quickened slightly as a bright white light was approaching behind both their eyes. He sunk his teeth into the crook of her neck, eliciting a moan from her as he worked to mark her distinctly as his.

Within minutes he brought her to the very edge, and with a few frantic final thrusts, he threw her and himself over.

They lay there, breathing heavily, trying to acclimate once again to the sights and sounds around them. Their hearts pounded so hard that the resonance threatened to break through their ribs. But, slowly, their senses returned to them.

Damian, unable or unwilling to slide from her, kept his face buried in her neck, grasping at every second he could keep her close.

"Damian?" She asked, worried for him.

"Raven. Please, just...." He breathed, "Just let me stay like this for a while?"

And she agreed.

#damirae #damiraesmutweek21 #damiraesmutweek #damiraesmut #audieoddity #carnal appetite #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing

[eddymimi]

💜💚

#damirae #damianxraven #ravenxdamian #damiraesmutweek #rachel roth #damiraesmutweek21

[yo-solo-se]

#damirae #damian x raven #fanart #damirae week 2021 #raven roth #damian wayne #damiraeweek2021 #rachel roth #raven x damian #damiraesmutweek21

[menaisylillustration]

It's a little old, but my style didn't change that much from this one. Still happy with the result, though 😊

#damirae #demonbirds #damiraesmutweek21 #damian wayne #raven roth #rachel roth

[xaphrin]

Buy Me a Little More Time

“You’re late.” 

Damian jerked as he watched Raven enter the cave through the black magic of a portal. The tone in her voice ran somewhere between pissed-off and relieved, and he knew better than to press the issue. He had promised to be here two weeks ago, and yet he’d only arrived within the last five minutes. His entire family was upset with him, but he could weather their ire. What broke him was Alfred’s and Raven’s mutual disappointment. Alfred was likely seething upstairs in the manor, too busy with wedding preparations to be able to come down and give Damian the look. Raven, however, was determined to give him a piece of her mind.

“You go off-world with Jon, and he promises to get you back here in time for your brother’s wedding-”

“In his defense, I am back on time.” Damian finally unfastened his boots and left them on the floor of the cave, setting his bare feet on gold stone. It felt damn near heavenly to be on solid rock again.

Raven’s eyes narrowed, glowing slightly. “Barely.” 

He was racing to get out of his uniform and into a tuxedo at breakneck speed. His hands paused at his belt, and tried not to let his heart jump into his throat as Raven strode towards him with fire in her stare. It may have been the fact that he hadn’t seen her in five months (outside of short, grainy videos they managed to sneak each other through secure long-range channels), but she looked gorgeous.  Her dark hair was pinned up with a hundred pearlescent pins, and she wore a deep purple gown that dipped dangerously low in the back. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he wanted to drag her down to the floor and fuck her until they were both too spent to move.

“The mission ran late. Kent did his best.” Damian growled as his hands fumbled with the catch in his belt, yanking at it to try and get it to release. “Besides, I’m here in time to escort Dick, or whatever my silly duty entails.” 

“I know.” Raven sighed and came up to him, smoothing her fingers over his own and stilling his hands. “You’ve been gone for five months, Damian. You’re cutting it a little close here. The ceremony starts in an hour.” She unhooked his belt and set it to the side. A small smile pulled at her lips and she reached up to run her fingers through his short beard. “This is new.” 

“I haven’t had the opportunity to shave.” He also didn’t want to tell her it was hiding a gnarled, new scar. She’d clean it up with magic later, but he knew the look she would give him - hurt and sadness mixed together. “I’ll need to clean up quickly.” 

Raven gave a disapproving sniff and stepped back. “You smell too. When was the last time you had a proper shower?” She sighed and pulled at his arm, directing him to the showers towards the back of the cave. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. We can’t have a groomsman smelling like rancid garbage.” 

Damian’s face fell. “I do not smell like rancid garbage.” 

“So says you.” She pulled him along until they entered the showers, and she helped him strip the rest of his uniform off, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Her movements were rushed, but there was still familiarity and tenderness in her touches, and it soothed his hammering heart. Her eyes flicked over his chest, taking in another scar that was far too close to his heart. Raven placed her hand over the scar and lifted her stare to his own. “What happened?”

Damian searched for words, but he felt weakness and shame fill his chest instead. There had been too many close calls, and Damian should have known better. He shouldn’t have gone without Raven, but she was needed here on earth. He wanted to tell her something - anything - that would put her mind at ease, but nothing came to mind. All he could think about was her soft hands stroking his chest and his heart picking up speed. Light filled his eyes and he took a deep breath, scenting the expensive perfume he bought her. 

Without warning, lust and desire coursed through him with all the delicacy of an atom bomb. He wanted - her specifically. He didn’t care if they were late to the ceremony, he needed her now. A warm shiver slipped down his spine and pooled just below his navel, gathering heat there. He needed to kiss her. With a rumbling noise in the back of his throat, he leaned down to kiss her, cupping her cheek carefully to avoid smudging her make-up. 

His lips touched hers, and it was like the world sharpened to a point. His body hardened and he felt all of his blood rush straight to his needy cock. Nothing existed out of this moment, except him and her. All her softness and warm curves, her little whimpers she made when he teased her lower lip, the soft chuckle at the scruff of his beard. He kissed her like the world was ending and their souls would be scattered across a thousand different universes. He needed her more than he needed to breathe right now. With a low growl, he buried his fingers into her hair and scattered pins down to the ground. 

Raven cursed under her breath and pulled back, placing a hand on his chest. “Don’t touch the hair or the face. Donna will kill me if she sees my make-up messed up.”

He glared, damn near pouting. “Well, then what am I supposed to touch?”

“Anything under the dress.” Without ceremony, Raven reached under her dress and pulled her black, lacy underwear down her legs, leaving them in a pile at her feet. It was an invitation, and one he certainly wouldn’t refuse. Damian reached for his domino mask, the one thing left on his body, and Raven stopped him with a small smile, her teeth biting her lower lip. “Don’t. Leave it on. It’s kind of sexy with the beard.” 

He chuckled. It didn’t matter. He’d do anything to get inside her right this instant. Raven could ask for the moon, and he’d find a way to grant it to her in seconds. “Do we even have time?” It didn’t really matter, Damian was already gathering her skirt in his hands, desperate to see underneath. He hadn’t realized how starved he was for her until she was standing in front of him like a dream. One he was determined to enjoy. “I don’t want to be any more late than I already am.”

“The ceremony won’t start without the best man.” She slid her hand down his chest and wrapped it around his cock, pumping slowly. Damian barely bit back a desperate groan. This was somewhere between heaven and hell, and he was loving every second of it. Her pink tongue slid out to wet her lips and her eyes searched his own. “We’ll make time.” 

It had been five months with Kent, and Damian barely had time and privacy enough to masturbate during his few showers. Now his girlfriend was standing in front of him, stroking his erection with vigor. She was just as close to snapping as he was, and he needed to bury himself deep inside her. What little control he had was quickly disintegrating under her familiar touch. 

Damian slid his fingers between her legs, finding her soaking wet. He practically purred as he slid a finger inside her, pumping slowly. “Have you been thinking about me, habibti?”

She kissed down his neck, sucking gently at a spot that would be covered by his shirt collar. “Everyday.”

Damian wanted to bite her own neck and mark her, but he knew Raven would never forgive him if she had to walk down the aisle with a hickey. Instead, he pushed her back against the wall, and hooked his hands around her thighs. “Tell me.” He hiked her dress higher and shoved Raven up against the glossy tile, listening to her sweet, breath sighs. “Tell me what you thought about while I was away.” 

Raven wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as he hooked her legs around his waist. A whimper escaped and she rubbed herself up and down his length, as if she couldn’t wait any longer for what was about to happen. Damian relished the feeling of her wet heat on his cock, and he bit back a curse, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from biting her. This was going to be quick and hard, but it was just something to take the edge off. After the party had died down, he’d take her back to their private home and sequester her in their bedroom for days. He felt insatiable, and he bet Raven did too.  

“I thought about the last night before you left.” Her voice was breathy and far away, desperately trying not to whine. “That night you tied me to the bed and… oh.” 

In desperation, she shifted her hips and Damian took the opportunity to sink the head of his cock into her, groaning at the sensation. She was tight and hot, and he had missed her. His fingers itched to thread through her hair and scatter her pins to the floor. He wanted to fuck her with wild abandons and leave her a shivering, shaking mess, but he couldn’t. They both had to be presentable at Dick and Kory’s wedding. 

“What else?” He pushed himself deeper, feeling her back arch off the wall as he body gripped him like a vice. He really wasn’t going to last. “Did you touch yourself and wish it was me?”

“Every day.” Raven whimpered and dug her fingers into his hair, her eyes fluttering as he sunk in another inch. “I thought about how you had your way with me, and left me so completely satisfied, that I barely realized you left the next day. Gods.” She buried her face in his neck and muffled another high-pitched whine. “I don’t think I truly understood what you could do to me until that night.”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” He nipped at her bottom lip, burying himself completely into her in one rough thrust. “I wanted you to be so drunk on pleasure you wouldn’t see me leave. So, completely satiated you would masturbate to memories while I was gone.” He wished he could have been there to see her back arching off their bed, her fingers buried inside her as she moaned his name. He made a mental note to ask her to let him watch later. 

But now? Fucking her hard and rough against the wall was what he needed now. 

She chuckled, the sound breathy and wistful. “You did a fine job.” Her fingers twisted tighter into his hair and pulled, adding a sweet shock of pain to his already over-sensitized body. “Now fuck me, my love. Because no matter how creative I was with my masturbation, it’s never the same as you pounding into me good and hard.” 

He didn’t need to be asked twice. With a low growl, he tightened his hold on her thighs and slammed into her without remorse. Raven bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, letting him fuck her bruisingly hard. Her nails raked down his back, while one hand tangled in his hair. Every push of his body drew another desperate moan from her, and he angled his hips in just the right way that her eyes rolled back in her head. Every word that fell from her mouth was more and please and fuck me harder, until it became an unintelligible string of moans and pleas. She met every one of his thrusts with eagerness, gasping so hard he was worried the seams in her dress might split. 

“When we get home tonight, I’m going to love you properly.” He nipped at her jaw, somehow careful not to leave a mark. “I’m going to tie you up to that bed again and remind you of the night before I left.”

Raven’s back arched, and she muttered, “Almost there. Please. Please let me come.”

“I’m going to fuck you through the night.” He slammed so hard into her, he was almost worried they cracked the tile on the wall. “Whip you.” His nails dug into her thighs, leaving a mark where only he could see. “Spank you.” His body could no longer hang on, but he somehow managed to grunt out a few phrases in her ear. “I’m going to make you break a million times over in the best possible ways.” He caught her earring between his teeth and tugged. “Now fucking come, Raven.”  

She finally screamed, the lights overhead flickering with the force of her powers. Damian drove his cock deep inside her and rode the waves of his orgasm, over and over again until he felt as though there wasn’t a single good thought in his body. It felt like sin incarnate, like he was on fire and he didn’t want to douse the flames. Raven clawed down his back, and her hand pulled hard on his hair, but it only added to the pleasure. Damian stood there, letting himself drown in sensation, until he was forced to sag against the wall, pinning Raven underneath him. 

Fuck. 

Raven made a satisfied whimper and nuzzled his neck. “I missed you.”

He snorted. “I missed you more, habibti.” He placed soft, delicate kisses down her neck, glancing at the clock on the wall. “How much time do we have left now?”

“Definitely not enough.” Raven unwound her legs from his waist and she sighed in contentment before putting her toes on the floor. Her feet were unsteady, but it had to be enough for right now. 

Damian pulled from her body, hissing with pleasure. He could spend eternity buried in her body, and he would be happy for it. He kissed over her shoulders and stepped back, letting her skirt fall back down. It was a little wrinkly, but not enough that people would know his girlfriend had just been thoroughly fucked in the batcave showers. Raven smoothed her hands over her skirt and the fabric relaxed a little more. 

He watched her stumble to the mirror and fidget with her hair for a few moments. “You’re beautiful.”

“You still smell like rancid garbage.” Raven teased him, her magic flicking on the hot water in one of the showers. “Go clean up. I’ll grab your tuxedo and find a place to hide Kory’s veil. It’ll buy us a few extra minutes to get you looking somewhat presentable.” She smirked and faked an annoyed sigh. “The beard is going to have to stay I suppose. You won’t have time to shave.”

He lifted an eyebrow and snorted. “It’s the beard that does it for you?”

“Mm.” She strode up to him and pulled his domino mask off, examining it. “This too. Maybe I’ll wear nothing but this so you know how it feels.”    

Damian felt his cock twitch, nearly springing to life again. The thought of her spread out in his bed in nothing more than his mask was a fantasy indeed. He could see the appeal. 

Raven gave a musical laugh and ran her fingertip down the length of him. “Down boy. We’ve got a wedding to attend first, and then you can fuck me to your heart’s content.” 

Damian watched her leave, looking prim and perfect again, like he hadn’t just pounded her into the wall. His eyes flicked to the clock and he realized that the next few hours were going to be agony. But… He smirked and rubbed his fingers through his beard. They would be worth it.

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[darthvashtique93]

Just Raven

Day 2 of #damiraesmutweek21

           There was a type of urgency to her lovemaking, a violence lurking just underneath her skin.  Not that he was complaining, Damian thought with a smirk as Raven pinned his arms above his head and devoured his mouth with hers.  Something bad must have set her off.  Again, he wasn’t complaining. Most guys would run for the hills if the girl they were banging suddenly sprouted a second pair of eyes and blood-red skin, but Damian wasn’t most guys. The way her nails sometimes dug into his skin leaving trails of blood…she was always embarrassed by it, but Damian liked it a little rough.  And he especially loved it when she lost control.

           This…this was different.   They’d been at it for 3 hours with Raven initiating every coupling.  Again, he wasn’t complaining, but Damian was exhausted.  This would have to be his last round.  He needed to rehydrate or something.

           Raven’s eyes flashed bright red once more as she began to grind on him.  Damian couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that left his mouth as he felt Raven’s nails dig into his pecs.  Reaching up, Damian grabbed the back of her head roughly and yanked her head down, fusing their lips together.   Raven bit his lower lip with a growl before breaking the kiss, using her powers to push him back down on the bed, before quickening her pace.  Damian’s hips met hers as they fell into a beautiful rhythm.  They both reached their peaks simultaneously seconds later.

           Raven fell on top of him with a gasp, and Damian could feel her powers slowly recede back into her body as her red skin disappeared along with the second set of eyes.  He didn’t have to look around to know his room was a mess. He knew it. Good thing they had the manor to themselves this weekend.

           Damian began stroking Raven’s sweat-soaked her.  His fingers were shaking, and his arms felt like Jell-O.  He was exhausted.  “I’m sorry,” Raven lifted her head and looked at Damian.  “I didn’t mean to tire you.”  Her violet eyes looked so sorrowful, glowing in the darkness of his room.  “I’m not complaining,” Damian breathed out shakily. This was good for him.  His endurance was getting better.

           A bright light filled his room, and Damian felt Raven’s cool, healing touch.  He quickly, softly, grabbed the hand that was healing him.  “Damian,” Raven spoke, “let me heal you. I left claw marks all over your chest.”

           “I know,” Damian smirked, “I’m amazing.”  The joke didn’t have its intended effect.  Raven only frowned in response.  “Raven,” Damian said, stroking her face gently, “what’s wrong?  Talk to me.”  Raven rolled off him with a sigh.  “Let me clean myself first,” she replied while scooting off the bed.  Damian’s turquoise eyes watched as she nimbly made her way to his bathroom.  A second later, he heard the shower turn on.

           Raven reappeared five minutes later.  “That was quick,” Damian said, watching as she rummaged through his drawer for a shirt.

           “I only wanted to rinse off,” Raven answered.  Soon, she was back in bed, curling into Damian’s body. “Now, will you tell me?” Damian asked.  A comfortable silence filled the room.  Damian waited patiently for an answer.  “It’s stupid,” Raven eventually answered.

           “Well, it can’t be stupid if it’s bothering you,” Damian answered.  Raven rolled onto her stomach before replying.  “I don’t mind that criminal aren’t as threatened by me as they are our teammates,” she said.  “I don’t mind that they see me as just Raven.  I was raised a pacifist.  Contrary to popular belief, I don’t like hurting people…but tonight, at the Titan party…” she paused as a frown formed on her face.  She seemed to be struggling eternally.  “Go on,” Damian encouraged, “I won’t make fun.”

           “I may have become jealous or upset at the party,” she finished.  Damian nodded.  That didn’t explain why she jumped him as soon as they entered his room.  But, once again, he wasn’t complaining.  “Some of the Titans were talking about us,” Raven continued, “they didn’t know I could hear them.  They couldn’t believe you were with me.  Out of all the heroes, you chose me.  And I got to thinking…maybe they’re right.  I’m definitely not the prettiest hero, and most of the public is afraid of me.  I’m not flashy; I don’t have a ‘hot bod’,” Raven used air quotes.  “My powers are dark and creepy; and don’t even get me started on my family.  I guess…maybe I’m upset because they’re right.  Take away my powers, and there is nothing special about me.  I’m afraid you’re going to wake up one day and realize I’m just Raven.”  She looked away.  She wasn’t going to cry.

           “Okay,” Damian said, sitting straight up, “first – what criminals are you talking about?  We face the same villains, and based on my observations, they are very much afraid of you.”

           “Damian, they don’t even fight me.  I used to think I was intimidating enough, but these past several months – for get a second glance, villains don’t even give me a first glance.”  Damian only stared at his girlfriend incredulously before answering.  “Villains attack your teammates more than you,” he spoke slowly and succinctly.  “And you take that to mean they aren’t afraid of you?” Damian looked deep into her eyes. “You really aren’t joking,” he concluded.

           “Why would I joke about that?” Raven looked at him with a furrowed brow.

           “Raven, villains are terrified of you.  That’s why they don’t attack you.  They figure they have a better chance going against a different Titan.”

           “But…for example, Jinx never fights me anymore,” Raven frowned.  “I always get Gizmo.”

           “Yes,” Damian nodded, “Jinx doesn’t fight you because she’s scared of you.”

           “How do you know?” Raven asked with a cute tilt of her head.

           “I just do.  Also, I saw her force Gizmo in your direction. I can think of hundreds of battles where the bad guys willingly go up against me to not fight you.  I don’t have any powers, but I think we can all agree that I’m slightly psychotic and very brutal.  The criminals I beat up end up in the ICU for at least 6 months. Hell, most criminals will risk their boss’s anger rather than go up against you.”

           “Really?” Raven asked, still not sure she believed him.

           “Yes.  And as for the public…well, who cares about them. You’ve saved them tons of time.  I mean, your wording could use a little work. Offering to eat and devour people’s pain can be off-putting.  Also, it didn’t help when you stored a crowd of people in the dark dimension to keep them safe.”

           “That was one time, and it was an accident,” Raven pouted.

           “It was hilarious,” Damian chuckled.  Raven glared. “And as for the prettiest girl…Raven, you aren’t the prettiest girl.  You’re the most gorgeous, most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Raven looked away with a blush, hiding behind her hair.  “That is kind of you to say,” she thanked him quietly.

           “It’s the truth,” Damian said as he gently turned her face back to him.  “And I would still love you without your powers.  I didn’t fall in love with your powers.  I fell in love with your intelligence, your humor, your confidence, your resilience, your loyalty.  Your beauty is just…is icing on the cake.”  Raven sat up.  “You’re not just Raven,” Damian continued as he pulled her onto his lap. “You’re my Raven.  Those other people are just jealous.  Ignore them.”

           Raven smiled softly. “I told you it was stupid,” she said.

           “It wasn’t stupid. We all have insecurities.”

           “Even you?” Raven asked with a raised brow.

           “Except for me.  I’m awesome.”  Raven laughed before wrapping her arms around Damian as she snuggled into him.  “Thank you for making me feel better,” she whispered.

           “No problem,” Damian replied, gently stroking her hair.  “Thank you for this wonderful evening…or morning.”

           “Omigosh,” Raven covered her face with her hands.  “I behaved so wantonly.”

           “I wouldn’t say wantonly,” Damian tilted his head in thought, “more like, you were trying to prove something.  But you have absolutely nothing to prove.  Of course,” he paused, “who am I to deny your libido- “

           “Damian!” Raven exclaimed in embarrassment, smacking him in the arm.

           “Ow,” Damian laughed before rolling her underneath him.  He kissed her deeply while pulling off the shirt she was wearing.  Okay, so maybe he wasn’t too exhausted.

            Damian whistled as he made his way to the kitchen.  He wanted to surprise his girlfriend with – “What the fuck!” he exclaimed in horror as he entered the kitchen.  His father sat at the table, calmly sipping coffee from his mug while Alfred stood by the sink, unloading the dishwasher.  “Father!” Damian’s voice squeaked.  “Wha – what are you doing here?  When did you get back?”

           “Oh, I was here last night when you returned,” Bruce said calmly with a smirk.

           “I – I thought you had the business thing in Europe,” Damian stuttered.  His face was turning various shades of pink, he could feel it. “It got unexpectedly postponed,” Bruce answered. “I wanted to tell you, but you seemed…occupied.”

           “Oh no,” Damian muttered. He was going to be sick.  “Don’t worry, I’m not a voyeur,” Bruce smiled, “I came back an hour later, and you were still…busy.”  Damian began searching the kitchen with his eyes for a sharp object. He wanted to die.  “So, I waited another hour,” Bruce said, “and…well…after that, I just decided to surprise you in the morning.”

           “I think I’m gonna be sick,” Damian said.

           “Now, Master Damian,” Alfred added, “it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  I remember the first time I caught your father with – “

           “That’s definitely not relevant to this situation,” Bruce quickly cut the butler off.

           “Hey, Damian,” Raven appeared in a cloud of smoke.  Damian sighed in relief when he realized she was wearing a large baggy shirt, “I was wondering if – oh my Azar!” she quickly hid behind Damian.  “I thought you said they were gone this weekend,” Raven said through clenched teeth.

           “How was I supposed to know the meeting was postponed?” Damian whispered back.

           “Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll have a hearty breakfast prepared for you,” Alfred said. “How you two are up this early?  Ahh…to be young again.” Damian felt Raven disappear into thin air.  Traitor!  “Uh…that’s not…whatever,” Damian gave up.

           “I don’t know,” Bruce said, “I think I could do it.”

           “Oh, please, Master Bruce,” Alfred rolled his eyes, “we both know Master Damian gets his stamina from his mother.”  And with that, Damian purposefully slammed his head into the closest wall, praying for the sweet release of unconsciousness.

#damiraesmutweek21 #damiraesmut #@damirae-smut-week #damian x raven #demonbirds

[damirae-sauce-week]

Our fellow DamiRae fandom, you spoke and we heard. After 6 days, and +300 votes, we are thrilled to share with you the official Prompt List for the first DamiRae Smut Week🔞.

Monday, October 25: Free Day

Tuesday, October 6: Ardor in the Cold

Jealousy || Nanda Parbat || “Don’t forget who you belong to.”

Wednesday, October 27: Spirit of Inquiry

First Time || BDSM || “You’re mine.”

Thursday, October 28:  Strange Circumstances

College AU || Forbidden Romance || “We are stuck in a small space together. Oh no, my hand is on your ass.“

Friday, October 29:  Bad decisions, good outcomes

Car/Batmobile Sex || Friends with Benefits || “They’re gonna hear us.“  "Then I guess you better be quiet.”

Saturday, October 30: Devotion

Wedding Night/Honeymoon || Alpha/Omega (Omegaverse) || “To love you forever.”

Sunday, October 31: Samhain

Evil AU || Aphrodisiac || “Welcome home, Honey.”

Each day has 2 prompts + 1 dialogue. You can use all of them, both prompts and the dialogue, or just pick one. You will also find in itallics a theme, chose by your mods, that somehow summarized the feels of each day, you don’t have to use them at all!

Remember you can participate in many days as you wish!

On the following days we will be releasing more information such as rules and instructions to have an amazing event. So stick around and any question you may have, do not hesitate on DM us or ask here.

We can’t wait to see your creations! Thanks again for all your help in submissions, votes, and support 🔥

The DamiRae Smut Week will be held from October 25 to the 31st, 2021.

#damirae #damiraesmutweek #damiraesmutweek21 #sinner sunday #Prompt List

[heyimtephyy]

Damirae Smut Week 2021

Day 3: BDSM

English: archiveofourown.org/works/35104579

Español: wattpad.com/1151662996-wild-night-day-3-bdsm

#Im so late #damiraesmutweek21 #damirae