#Raex

[alexandriaellisart]

stupid cupid p 2

[wickedhexedwitch]

Remember what I said about the happy ending Jason and Raven deserve? Well...

[nocturnalchaos]

Unpopular Opinion: BBRae is a terrible ship because Beast Boy is annoyingly immature and does not have the emotionally intelligence to be with Raven.

[bluboothalassophile]

I have a question about the batch of Jayrea short stories, you wrote. Within them you basically have Raven and Jason living in an apartment. Now I’ve been in quite a few apartments and I know that depending upon certain factors. Your neighbours can hear you. So it kinda makes me giggle just imagining a neighbour minding there own business and than all of a sudden hearing “JASON PETER TODD!!!”. The ceiling is shaking and your shadows in your apartment is acting weird. Your stuff is also prone to either shaking or moving depending upon the woman’s temper upstairs.

Like how have we not gotten information on the neighbours? Are they regular people or those in the Superhero world? Maybe even a villain like… Captain Cold rents the apartment because he doesn’t want to deal with Flash all the time or it could be Grifter. How do they perceive the other apartment? Do they think it’s haunted or do the neighbours just roll there eyes and go “Looks like Jason got into a fight with his girlfriend again.”?🧐🤣���

I am in no way trying to force this issue. I just sorta wanted to ask. Apologies if it’s too much.😅

Hello,

So it's surprising how few heroes and villains live in NYC but I hope you enjoy! =)

Just Pretend to be Normal!

Living in a J. Peter’s Building came with a certain level of expectation and requirements. There’d be no fuckery, no villainry, heroing, drugs, or criminal activity. Which was great, J. Peters was famed for Blue Discounts, First Responder Discounts, as well as Recovering Housing; that recovering housing was for paroled and released criminals barring certain crimes. For the most part, J. Peters was famed for fresh starts, because he would employ many criminals looking for honest second chances, as well as safe homes for all his tenants. Fucking that up was not permitted, the last supervillain to try to turn his apartment in a J. Peters building was evicted so fast, and visited by the Red Hood, the Riddler was still recovering from whiplash.

That said, Slade liked living in his apartment, 3C, which was directly under J. Peters apartment which housed J. Peters and his girlfriend, Rachel Roth. Slade wasn’t fooled by the personas, he was well aware of who J. Peters was, as well as Rachel Roth, but life as a civilian operated smoothly if there was a bit of separation between the two and he never acknowledged what he knew for fact.

Jason Todd, a.k.a. the Red Hood, was in a serious, committed relationship with Raven from the Titans, and they were living a quiet, nonintrusive life, for the most part. That said, Slade was also aware that he only had this apartment so long as Jason looked the other way and left the unspoken rules of decorum about the heroes-villain world away.

That said, Slade also had to look the other way to the oddities of his upstairs neighbors; he was not fucking with an interdimensional demoness, he had learned his fucking lesson!

Today was no different as his daughter was making a rare visit with him, he and Rose were still on uneasy terms, but she was making an effort, so he was trying too. Today they had had a father-daughter outing, and now she was staying the night, he would be taking the couch. He had waved at Rachel in the lobby of their building when she was getting her mail and he was heading out, he was aware that Jason was out wreaking havoc in Gotham.

The night, for the most part was going smoothly, and now Slade was lounging on his couch, reading quietly, Rose had passed out in his room a while ago. He was squinting at the page; he absolutely refused to get reading glasses, he wasn’t fucking old. There was a loud crash, and he raised his brow as he looked over to his sink where the cutlery was rattling.

“Azar Damnit JASON!” Raven shouted, and he looked at his ceiling.

“It’s not that bad!���

“You’re bleeding all over my freshly mopped floor!”

“It’s just a minor flesh wound.”

“You’ve knicked a major artery, you ass!”

“I am feeling lightheaded, little bird, yell at me after I die again.”

“You’re not dying unless I kill you!”

“Now that’d be a hell of a way to go!”

“Get your mind out of the gutter!”

“I’m a street rat!”

“I’m about to have a dead rat for a boyfriend, who the hell were you fighting!?”

“Oh, you know, Dick, Penguin, regular goons…”

“Dick did this!”

“Yes.”

“Imma going to go kill him!”

Salde winced as the shadows flickered in his apartment and then everything was normal again. He shrugged as he went back to reading his book. As he said, so long as he never acknowledged who his neighbors were, they could all pretend to be civilians and not heroes and supervillains.

[xaphrin]

6.     “We’re in public, you know.” 60.   Club 84.   Getting caught

- - -

This wasn’t exactly what he’d call a date. In fact, it was the furthest thing from a date. 

And yet, here he was. Pretending it was a date. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely sure why in the world he agreed to work with the Titans on this case. Or why he let himself get talked into going on a fake date. Okay, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he was here, and she was sitting right next to him, fidgeting with a bracelet as her dark eyes scanned the floor. 

Raven had barely touched the cocktail in front of her, not that it really mattered. She had told him that her healing powers prevented her from getting drunk anyway. But she was susceptible to the slew of emotions that flooded the club. Jason watched her pupils dilate before she took a ragged breath and shook her head, as if that would somehow clear the rush of feelings that flooded her good senses. 

“Your contact better get here soon.” Raven huffed out a short breath and fidgeted in her seat. “I’m reaching my limit on tolerating this club.” She took a sip of her cocktail, more to save face than to actually drink it. 

“Mm…” Jason nursed his beer, his eyes flicking around the club. His contact was never late, which made him think that something was about to go horribly wrong. But, there was nothing else that indicated an issue. “And what happens when you reach your limit?”

Raven gave a one-shouldered shrug and stared into the cloudy liquid of her dirty martini. “Depends on the emotion that sends me out of control.”

Jason lifted an eyebrow and leaned back into the secluded booth, mulling over her words. “So, if anger is what tips you over the edge. You’ll… what? Go on a killing rampage?”

She nodded, looking over at him. 

“And if you were sad? Or scared?”

Raven made a face and shook her head. “That happened a few times, it’s… not pleasant.” Her mouth tilted to the side as she seemed to recount a memory. 

Jason watched her for a long moment, feeling the question scratch insistently at the back of his mind. Logically he knew he shouldn’t ask it, but curiosity was eating at him, and he didn’t mind playing with fire. Especially if it got a rise out of her. She was fascinating, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

He took a sip of his drink again. “And what about lust? Or desire? What happens then?”

She blinked slowly, as if recognizing that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. There was a heavy silence, and Jason wondered if he crossed a line. After a slow, tense moment, Raven finally shrugged and broke eye contact, looking out towards the dancefloor again. “I think you’re intelligent enough to fill in the blanks on your own.” 

“Mm.” He found his mind starting to wander to all the little fantasies he let himself think about in the privacy of his own thoughts. He rubbed his thumb along the line of his jaw. “Has it ever happened before?”

“You seem strangely interested in my sex life, Jason.” Her voice held little bite, and it seemed as if she was almost amused with his curiosity. “Is there nothing else to keep your mind entertained while we wait?”

“Can you blame me?” He took another drink, finishing the glass. “You’re the most secretive out of your entire team, and I have the opportunity to learn more about you without the rest of your team hovering over us.” He shrugged again. “Color me intrigued.”

“It almost happened once.” Raven turned back to him and sighed, annoyed. “I caught myself in time before I made hasty and embarrassing decisions.” 

“Such as?” Jason motioned for the waitress to bring him another drink.

“I almost slept with Beast Boy.” 

Jason found himself laughing before he could stop, and Raven’s small smile let him know his response was amusing. “You would have never lived that down. Other than the obvious shame of riding Beast Boy, what kept you…” He paused, searching for the appropriate words. “…on the right path?”

Raven tipped her head to the side, staring intently at him, as if she was peeling back layers to reveal the tender flesh underneath. Finally, she spoke. “Are you asking because you’re interested in a conclusion to the story? Or, are you interested because you’re looking for spank bank fodder?”

“Spank bank fodder?” Jason tipped his head back and laughed again. “Wow. I’m not sure if I ever expected those words to come out of your mouth in that sequence.” He smirked at her and tipped forward, meeting her stare. Three drinks in and he was feeling a little bold. “Maybe it’s a little bit of both.”

He expected Raven to pull back, disgusted with his honest answer. But instead, she gave a breathy sigh and shook her head. “I went to the privacy of my own room and masturbated.” She snorted, but her voice remained deadpan. “Shocking, I know. A woman who knows the pleasure of her own body without having to be taught.” 

“I never said that.”

Raven sighed, as if she didn’t really believe him, and leaned back into her chair. “Are you satisfied with that explanation?”

“Not really.” He shrugged, a smile pulling at his lips. “But I doubt you’ll be willing to share all the details.” His eyes flicked to the dance floor, watching as bodies of club-goers pressed tightly against each other in something that was only barely considered not-sex. He looked back at Raven, seeing her cheeks turn a darker shade of red and her eyes become faintly glossy. “Do you prefer solo play?”

She watched him with a heavy stare, and her breasts pushed tightly against the neckline of her shirt, as if every breath was exhausting. A violent shudder escaped, and she shook her head free of whatever dangerous thought was consuming her. “Are you asking if I prefer to do it myself, or if I trust my pleasure to someone else?”

Jason nodded once, his ravenous curiosity keeping him silent. 

“I have yet to meet someone who knows what they’re doing.” Raven gave a small shrug, obviously pretending to be unaffected. “Until I do, then I prefer my own company.” Her eyes met his again, and she hummed, the sound barely audible over the bass of the music. “Are you offering to audition, Jason?”

He leaned back, trying to look calm and collected. He certainly didn’t feel that way. “You are clearly affected by the emotions here at this club, and if you need a moment of release, I am willing to offer myself.” He paused. “There are worse offers. And certainly worse partners.” 

To his surprise, Raven laughed, the sound easy in the space between them. She continued to watch him, as if weighing her options carefully. Finally, she licked her lips and with a twist of her body, she moved to straddle his lap. Jason found himself swallowing air, trying to make sure that this was real. His hands trailed up the back of her thighs, ending on the hem of her skirt, that was currently riding up over the curve of her firm ass. 

“We’re in public, you know.” His words held no bite or censure, only disappointment. He wanted to take it slow his first time with her. He wanted to draw out every little detail he could, until Raven was a writhing, begging mess that only he could satiate. He wanted to wreck everyone else for her, so that she would only come to him. “Not that I mind, but… I suppose if you can’t wait any longer, I’ll be happy to help.”  

“Mm? Will you?” She trailed her fingers down his chest, and he felt her spread her thighs until her soaking wet pussy was pressed against the unmistakable bulge in his pants. With a ragged gasp, Raven began an achingly slow ride against his erection. She groaned and her head tipped back against her shoulders. “You’re… gifted, I see.”  

His hands pushed up her skirt even more, and he pushed her underwear to the side, feeling her slick body soak the front of his pants. He nipped at her lower lip and slid a finger inside her, pumping in sync with her movements. “Would you like to find out how gifted, Raven? Or are you currently content with exploration?”

“Mm…” Her response was a vague noise, and she looked over her shoulder to see the waitress coming with Jason’s drink. A smirk pulled at her lips, and she rested her hands on his shoulders, riding his finger. “Are you expecting an audience to watch us? Or would you like some privacy?” 

Oh… she was playing chicken with him? Cheeky. Well, he wouldn’t lose to her. 

Jason added a second finger, spreading her wide as his other hand pulled down the zipper of his fly, releasing his erection. Raven’s teasing expression melted off her face, and a flurry of new emotions filled her eyes. Shock at the sight of his cock, pleasure at the way Jason moved his fingers inside her, and a sudden fear that they would actually be caught by someone. If anyone in the team found out about this, she would never live it down. 

He kissed up her neck, biting at the soft, pale skin. Raven tasted of sweat, and something sweet that he couldn’t quite place. It was practically intoxicating. She moaned, and her thighs began to shake as she continued to drive herself down on his fingers. The waitress was close, mere steps away from finding Raven being open and on display, and being ruthlessly finger fucked. 

Jason watched as panic filled her face, and before he could set either of them right, Raven waved her hand, bathing the secluded booth in a glamour spell. To the waitress, it would look as though Jason and Raven were in the middle of a very intense conversation about books. He laughed against her neck and pulled his fingers away from her, hearing Raven’s fluttering whimper. 

“You made the right choice. I really, really don’t want to be interrupted.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her down into his lap, spearing her on his cock in one, swift movement. She let go of a low, rumbling moan, and her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling almost violently. 

“Fuck.”

Hearing Raven swear was his kind of turn-on, and Jason felt a desperate growl rumble in the back of his throat. His fingers bit into her hips, massaging the plump flesh as she slumped over his chest. She shivered and shifted, trying to accommodate his size, twisting her hips. Every subtle movement of her body had him feeling like his head was spinning. She was tight, gripping him as though they would never separate. 

“You don’t need to pretend with me, Raven.” He nipped at her jaw. “I know what you like.” She always had been a bit of an exhibitionist. 

“The team - and the rest of the world for that matter - still thinks we’re complete strangers.” Raven began a slow ride on his lap, and Jason reveled at the feeling of her thighs bunching with every movement. “We should keep it that way for a little longer still.” Her head tipped back on her shoulders, and she pushed her top up over her breasts, pulling her bra with it. “Suck my tits. Please.”

Jason nuzzled her breast before capturing a nipple in between his teeth, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh. She let go of a low whine, her movements stuttering as a rush of endorphins flooded her body. A shiver slipped down her spine, and Raven dug her fingers into Jason’s short hair, pulling. Pain mingled with pleasure and he cursed. 

“I don’t want to pretend to be strangers any more.” Jason grabbed her hips and pinned her down, thrusting up into her tight body. Each movement shook the table, but the magical facade was never broken. Outside this little bubble they had created, no one knew the raw passion that lurked beneath the innocent image. He nipped at her other breast, dragging his teeth over her nipple. “I want the team to know what we are.” Each word was punctuated by his hips frantically slamming into her own. 

Raven groaned, her body fluttering around his cock as her orgasm started to build inside her. “And… what are we, Jason? What kind of partners do this? Fuck each other in public with only a thin veil of magic to protect them?”

Jason stopped moving and stared into her face. “Just because I indulge in your filthiest of fantasies doesn’t mean I don’t have true feelings for you.” He pulled out of her and turned her around, splaying her chest over the table in front of them. Their drinks crashed to the floor with the movement, But Jason didn’t care. All he wanted was to fuck her senseless, hoping that this time would be the time she finally understood him. 

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her back as he slammed his cock inside her. Raven cried out, and he felt her body tighten, teetering on the verge of orgasm. She was gasping, trying to grip onto the rickety table top, as if finding some kind of purchase would keep her sanity. Jason felt every muscle twitch with pleasure, and he gasped her name as his own orgasm was racing towards him at break-neck speed. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other, and he didn’t realize how much he missed raw, unfiltered moments like this - where lust and passion became everything to both of them.

Jason slammed a hand down on her perky ass and spread her thighs wider, each thrust of his body making the table scrape against the floor. Raven was whimpering and begging, her body shaking against each sensation. Mustering up every shred of self control he had, Jason stopped moving and leaned over her back, biting hard against her ear. 

“Say it, Raven. Tell me what you are.”

She tried to push back against him, to give herself the faintest bit of relief, but he kept her pinned to the table top. 

“I promise to give you what you need… I just need to know, what are you?”

She opened her mouth and the word rushed out in a single breath. “Yours. I’m yours, Jason.” 

Without waiting, he pulled back and ruthlessly slammed into her. Her orgasm rushed over them both like a tidal wave, her back arching off the table top as she practically screamed her pleasure into the ear-deafening music around them. Jason gave a few half-hearted thrusts before he followed her, his own pleasure making his skin light up with magic fire. He gasped into her shoulder, letting his body drown in the sensation of Raven - her sounds, her skin, her scent - everything. He always felt like he could live in the moment forever.

Finally, they both came down from the high, and Jason fell back into the booth, bringing Raven with him. She let go of a soft whimper and pulled off of him, trying to straighten her clothes. He grabbed her hands and pulled her tight against his chest. “Stop. Just savor the moment, Raven and stop trying to control everything.”

Her body finally stilled and she leaned into him, nuzzling her head under his chin. “You’re a terrible influence.”

“Yeah. I’m your terrible influence.” He straightened her skirt and pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. “All yours. You said it, so it’s real now.”

“That was a dirty trick, and you know it.” She didn’t sound all that upset, and Jason smiled, running his fingers through her hair. 

“Worth it.” Jason looked out across the dance floor, seeing his contact finally step through the bouncer and into the packed club. He sighed and rubbed his hand up and down Raven’s back. “Unfortunately it’s time to get to work.”

Raven slumped against him, grumbling into his chest. “This is why we should save sex for after the mission.”

He shrugged, unrepentant. “Couldn’t wait.” 

Raven just hummed in agreement.

[blade-liger-4ever]

Sweet!

@wickedhexedwitch

 Red X y Raven >:3 OsiOsi Esta en proceso como pueden contemplar xd, tengo el Sketch y con colores base UwU Veremos que sale >:3

[collageofnudes]

Shenise Breslin by Raex Murillo

[mostlybrunettes]

[digitalfountains]

Ainhoa Larretxi by Raex Murillo

[alexandriaellisart]

wildly googles how to flirt with a fan

[wickedhexedwitch]

This is my first commission ever. And I'm so happy to have had the opportunity to draw something I love.

Thank you @xaphrin so so much for believing in me... 💜

[nocturnalchaos]

I am loving this page in Teen Titans (2003) Issue 29.

It’s the issue where Jason came to Titan Tower to confront Tim Drake during his Under the Red Hood run.

At the top of the page, he shocks Beast Boy and Cyborg (without regret) so he can have an uninterrupted confrontation with Tim (the current Robin). But with Raven, who he had more positive feelings for (as you can see in his narration), he uses sleeping gas.

JayRae!

[nocturnalchaos]

The frustration of wanting to read stories..GOOD stories about your ship and see more fan art but its not a popular one so you have read just about everything there is about and if you want more you have to write it but you just wanna read it. Please I am suffering 

[bluboothalassophile]

Since you're open for suggestions... after waking from a coma that left Jason without his memories and nowhere to turn to but the streets, Raven, who no longer dons a hero cape, takes him in to help recover his memories after he helps her take down some thugs trying to kidnap a girl.

Basically, rather than Talia finding Jason, Raven finds him. Cause I'm feeling soft and sentimental today. But also I love Jason being Jason and Jayrae lemony goodness so if he's checking Rae's ass out every 5 secs while helping with the house chores and if she's rocking shorter and shorter shorts every day cause she knows he's looking well that would be pretty swell too. ;)

Hello,

So this might not be exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy! =)

Ghosts of Living...

She staggered out of the portal, gasping for air, feeling the cold sear her lungs and throat, coughing up the ash from the hellish realm she had escaped as she caught the lip of a trash can. Gagging, wheezing and trying to breath. The spit on her lips was warm as the tears burned her eyes against the cold, her knees trembled with violently bouncing kneecaps, reminding her how much energy that took. Slowly she felt the burned skin on her body healing, knitting itself back together, as she gradually regained her equilibrium. Lifting her head, she glared through the grime-streaked hair at her surroundings; the noises of the city with the pungent scents of the garbage assaulted her; it was a breath of fresh air though. Pushing herself upright she staggered a few steps, catching the rough brick of the building beside her, propping herself up as she looked through the sleet, steam, and bristling bodies that hurried about on the main street. Her eyes scanned over everything; from the neon lights staining the night, to the cars speeding by.

The rough brick grated her skin as her hand fell away and she stared at the news, her eyes widening in horror at the images shown behind the glass.

‘Titans Mourn the Death of Raven…’

This… This couldn’t be, it couldn’t. Carefully, she stumbled towards the glass of the shop, pressing herself up against it as she read the byline captions as a put together woman read a story. Raven was horrified.

Dead.

They were showing precessions from her funeral. The stab of betrayal almost had her knees giving out as she watched in horror as the Titans walked a coffin for her through the streets, the parade… the show, it infuriated her. The glass beneath her fingers began to creak and crack, the spiderweb fractures leading out of her fingers. Taking a steadying breath, she dropped her hand as she looked at her reflection. The red ruby was gone… blinking, she stepped back, there was a shout, she turned to see someone explode from the shop, bellowing at her as he swung a bat, she took off then.

~~~*~*~*~~~

In the following weeks of Raven being back on the mortal plane she had contemplated hard about what she should do and could do. The obvious choice was to return to the Titans, but after seeing that public funeral she did not think that option wise. And the more she thought about it, the more she was angered at their ease of declaring her dead. If they didn’t want her they could’ve just said as much rather than waiting for her to face off with her father, and if they believed her to die so easily then she didn’t want to be around them.

But this led to the second conundrum, and that was living in the mortal plane. She was greatly weakened battling Trigon alone, and she needed time to recuperate, and she didn’t have any place to go. Living on the streets wasn’t ideal, but it was better than returning to Hell, so she was adapting.

She had found company in a very damaged young man who called himself Jay. He was a slow, quiet individual, Raven just spent a lot of time trying to heal him. The scars on his body spoke of horrors even demons couldn’t do, it was a cruelty only humans were known to do. She had accidentally run over him when fleeing a gang attack; her weakened state had her avoiding conflict. The moment she had run into him, it was like running into a wall, and he had looked at her with these vacant eyes, they were blue, clear as the skies on the clearest days, and then he had looked past her at the gangbangers hunting her. It was like a fury of an explosion, this slow, vacant man, it was like a switch, and his reaction belied his vacancy. Since then, she had kept him close, and he sought he out. Her empathy helped her understand him, and her attempts to heal his mind were thus far unsuccessful, but she was hopeful.

Jay was kind, he did not eat unless she was fed, he did not sleep until she had rested, he did not wander far from her. The only times he seemed to leave her was to chase the shadows of the Bats, she would sense this deep, aching, longing in him whenever he chased the Bats, and she would sit with him when the tears fell.

They spent two years together, wandering the streets of Gotham. She had to fight to keep Jay from panhandling as she got herself a job. It wasn’t hard to get a job in Gotham, she had gotten a job as a server at a strip joint near the docks; and though she wasn’t a striper, she was a server in this establishment. She was careful to pick where she worked, and what information she released to people. Eventually she saved up enough for her to get an apartment; it was small and a shoebox, but it was enough space for her and Jay.

Jay was slowly healing, she could feel him becoming more and more animated with their healing sessions, and she also felt his affections for her. Which were startling, but she was slowly finding herself to be the person he coveted. His love, unfiltered with her empathy was unconditional, overwhelming, and overpowering at times, he would smile, and watch her, barely able to string words together, but that vacancy was becoming less and less, as he seemed to be surfacing more and more.

Raven had eventually quit being a server, and become a waitress. Today she served Commissioner Gordon, it was nearing the end of her shift, her feet her aching and her lower back was reminding her why she wanted to go home.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Commissioner?” she asked softly as she finished topping off his coffee.

The bell of the door rang, Raven turned slightly, smiling as she saw Jay walk in.

“Rae,” he beelined for her, pressing his lips to her cheek; she felt his unbridled joy radiating off him.

“Hey Jay, I’m almost done go, sit, Patty will get you waffles…” she said softly.

He bobbed his head as he left her.

Raven turned back to her customer, who’s emotions were projecting rather violently; and startling her, to almost step back at their power. The recognition, guilt, shock, fury, joy, the concoction of emotions was potent.

“Commissioner?”

“It’s not possible…” he whispered.

“I’ll get your bill,” she decided as she walked off. She paused at her station as she rang up the meal and coffee, Jason smiled broadly at her, his eyes lighting up in joy.

“I’ll be right there,” she promised him softly.

He hunched over his coffee, smile still in place. She walked over to the Commissioner, placed the bill on the table as she walked over to Jason then.

[luegootravez]

Shenise Breslin by © Raex Murillo

[luc1d17y-ffxiv]

'twould appear that the baby was just the first sign of good luck this (in-game) week.