Yeah, read it in the kitchen! That’ll show him!

I published the english version of my fic "Electric Touch"! Go give it a read! I hope you like it <3

Sketch

The light was just right. Damian leaned back into a comfortable position on the chair. Settling the sketchbook on his lap, he began to sketch. He started with his H pencil and began his outline. After the initial sketch, he started in on the finer details. He started with the curve of her jaw, the bottom of her heart-shaped face. It was narrow, but not narrow to a point. He dragged his finger over the graphite lines in a gentle caress, giving the jaw a small shadow. Damian smiled as the memory of his lips dragging across her jaw played on repeat.

Do you guys have any idea what fanfic this is? If yes please please do tell me!!

the last update I read about this fic is that Raven returned and got to meet their daughter. Their daughter did not warm up to her. 😭

I made this freaking forever ago, before I started looking at Aymin Aman for Damian and since I’m making another edit about Damirae for a request I thought I’d post this since I’m taking so long with my requests at the moment(sorry)

This isn’t so much Damian and Raven, more the family pissing them off and stirring up trouble but it was fun to make so *shrugs*

One , Two , Three , Snapchat - Four

Had to repost this drawing because tumblr disappeared the first one, meaning you can't find it in the tags (even the first five ones) or search engine

So please reblog this post, and let's hope this one actually stays up

So here's Merman!Damain x Angel!Raven for damiraeinktober @blackerartist

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I just saw this on Twitter:

Is this legit? 😳

If this is indeed real, I’m wishing for Raven to make a cameo in this animated movie.

Yes!

Dark desires

Fourteen months on the run, down the drain. It was over. Her fate was sealed and she knew it as soon as she heard the sharp three knocks on the front door. She had been extremely careful, at all times, trying her best to be quiet and invisible. Had thought of everything beforehand. Foolish girl. It had seemed almost possible for one moment, one minute, to go unnoticed and stay in a place long enough to call it home.

A life away from Damian.

Was it really what she wanted?

Was it ever an option?

Raven stared at Damian standing on her doorstep as though he was an apparition, a ghost from her dark past haunting her in a nightmare. It was surreal seeing him after such a long time and couldn’t help but wonder if he was a figment of her imagination.

She took a moment to absorb the impact of him; his penetrating eyes following her every move, that irritating self-satisfied smirk of his, the smell of pinewood and musk aftershave. The things he had imprinted on her skin. It was him. The real Damian, not a dream or hallucination.

Raven felt her heartbeat quicken, legs nearly melting beneath her as if her knees refused to hold her weight any longer. Fingers gripping the door handle tight to steady herself. Breathe, she commanded her brain. You can’t break down before him. She couldn’t after the way she left. But those damn emerald eyes were on her, threatening to burn her alive under the heat of his stare. He had the most mesmerizing and terrifying eyes she had ever seen. It was like he could dive into her soul and thoughts with those eyes. It made it a thousand times harder to focus on breathing.

It took everything in her to maintain the very thin string of composure she’s clinging to. When she finally found her voice, it’s strained. “You’re not my pizza.”

A cord of tension tightened in her lower belly when Damian stepped closer, crossing the distance between them in one stride. He gave her a devious smile, the edges of his mouth curling up, exposing no teeth, but felt no less threatening

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, habibti?”

So I jut started working on my project for Damirae smut week. What do you think?

I can't wait!

Traded my heart for a lap dance.

Damian Wayne woke up with a killer headache and dry mouth. His head pounded, the light playing across his eyes causing him to instinctively bury himself deeper into the bedsheets. He wondered what the hell he drank the night before to make his head hurt like this. He did not recall having more than three drinks…it was possible he had more. When was the last time he was hungover? Jon’s seventeen birthday but he could be wrong as the alcohol or whatever he had ingested last night, clearly affected his brain functions.

After counting to twenty, he decided it was time to face reality and find a way to get rid of this bothersome, intense headache. A cold shower and black coffee will do. He was cautious opening his eyes slowly because he knew more pain was forthcoming. The room only spun for a second before the world righted itself and Damian was able to scan his surroundings. He recognized the place immediately. His room. Looks like somehow, he had managed to get in his hotel room despite his state of inebriation.

There were clothes scattered on the floor, bottles of champagne and his favorite wine half-empty, not too far from the bed. Glancing around, quickly spotted his own underwear halfway across the room. At that moment he realized he was completely naked. Obviously he had gotten some kind of action last night. The kind that is too hard to resist when you’re intoxicated, especially when it has been too long since the last time he engaged in such activities. The physical intimacy and the endorphins release when you reach climax. But Damian Wayne did not give into temptation easily. No. He concentrated on breathing in and out for a few moments while he furiously tried to recall the night’s events.

A flash of memory lit up his mind.

Eager and warm hands venture beneath his shirt, fingers digging deeper, and deeper into his back and a part of him wishes it leaves a mark. A memento of this night. Lips pressing hungrily into his own as if they were claiming him, telling him they belong entirely to her. Tresses of ebony hair tickle his neck and a skilled mouth trails kisses down his throat, exploring with her tongue and teeth as slender fingers tangle in his hair. The small, ragged moans and gasps she makes ignite a fire in his chest, spreading desire to the rest of his body and Damian can’t contain himself any longer; he needs to have all of her.

Scrunching his eyes shut he willed himself to remember more. After a minute of trying, he came up with a blurry impression of sitting in the vip room he was offered, the hypnotizing movements of well-rounded hips. Piercing, dark blue eyes with a light tint of violet in them. They were dazzling, mystic, as if they were not from this world. He couldn’t think of anything more fascinating than watching this woman dance. Each movement was pure torture making his mouth dry.

“Everyone here calls me Raven, Mr. Wayne.” She had said with a playful smirk. Damian could feel the entire heat of her gaze, hungry and teasing and hunting for more.

Piecing together the bits of information from last night and the flashes of memories coming to him. It’s quite evident that he spent the night with the beautiful, exotic dancer he met at the nightclub. It was only reaffirmed when he noticed the blanket moving next to him. There she was still sound asleep; half-buried so deep under the charcoal duvet he failed to see her when he first opened his eyes. She was breathing evenly, sleeping peacefully beside him. One arm curled under the pillow, and the other stretched unconsciously as if trying to find something she needed. And then he spotted something curious; a ring on the third finger of her left hand. Not just any ring. A diamond ring sparkling there. A piece of jewellery that was not there last night, that was given to symbolize commitment. A lifelong promise that one makes to another. The union of two hearts that pledged a sacred vow to spend a lifetime together as Grayson had poetically expressed a thousand times after proposing to Gordon.

What the fuck happened last night?

Damian swallowed hard. “This has to be a fucking joke.”

Just messing this draft here for the I accidentally married the stripper I met last night AU nobody asked for but it’s here. @ravenfan1242 😂😂😂

Truly excited for this!

Forget me / not

Prompt: IchiRuki Month day 15, love is so short; forgetting is so long

Rating: T

Memories – memories are funny things. Sometimes they vanish like a wisp of smoke, no matter that we want to cling to them. Sometimes they will not leave us, even if we want to forget.

Read on AO3.