Monthly Prompt: Alone Time (Patreon)

I grew up with the Teen Titans show, and back then I had the biggest crush on Raven. And you know what? I still do. 

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Raven heard Tarble’s presence a moment before he touched down on the top of Titan Tower, landing heavier than normal. Curious, she opened her mind’s eye to observe behind her, seeing that the Saiyan was carrying what looked like miles of rope coiled above him and a giant hook in his free hand. Ah. He was going fishing again. 

She said nothing as he approached, content to continue her meditation. Despite her teams many, many, many issues with the proclaimed owner of Earth, she had no problem with him. Admittedly, he could be...abrasive. And callous. And rude, but she could feel his emotions. Even as he mocked Tim for being ‘mostly made of water’ she could feel the pride radiating off him every time he defeated a metahuman on his own. 

Despite his lust for battle and his lack of concern for collateral damage, Raven found herself admiring the Saiyan. Both mentally, and physically. His build couldn’t be called a swimmers build like most heroes tended to favor simply because he was too bulky. It was like every move he made, his tanned flesh threatened to tear under the strain from the unyielding muscle underneath. 

It didn’t help that he only wore compression shirts and pants, Raven noted as Tarble neared, the sound of gravel shifting underfoot getting nearer. The harshly defined lines of his thighs shifted with every step, nothing was left to the imagination with how tightly his clothes clung to him. Which really was half the problem. 

Tarble didn’t greet her as he dropped hundreds of pounds of rope carelessly before he began to twirl the hook overhead. Once it was little more than a blur, her hair rustling from the force of the wind, he let it go. The hook sailed outwards, landing miles upon miles away. Eventually, the pile of rope began to thin until Tarble was left holding the end of it. 

“Kuldar is going to be upset,” Raven commented idly as Tarble sat on the edge of the roof. His tail coiled loosely around his waist through a small slit in his clothing.

“It’s either seafood or Garfield,” Tarble warned and, despite herself, Raven’s lips twitched upwards. The first meeting between Tarble and the Titans...well, there had been more than a few misunderstandings. 

“Garfield isn't an animal,” Raven reminded lightly, finding her center as she resumed her meditation. 

Tarble scoffed, “he might have fooled all of you, but he hasn’t fooled me. Just because he’s learned how to look and speak like a human, doesn’t mean he is one.”

“Please don’t eat my teammate,” Raven requested, her tone amused as she floated a foot off the ground. 

“Then he should avoid me when I’m feeling peckish,” Tarble shot back without hesitation. He sounded serious, and even better, Garfield thought that he was, but she felt his amusement. 

Raven cracked open an eye to look at Tarble, giving him a Look that he missed since his back was to her. Still, she knew what he looked like. His face was...memorable. He looked like his father more than his mother, though she guessed she saw the Saiyan woman’s features in his hair, a single lock falling in front of his eyes. 

His shirt looked like it was painted on. Raven knew she should shut her eyes and resume her meditation, if not for her own sake then before Tarble eventually noticed. 

She needed to meditate on those feelings, Raven thought to herself. She needed to examine them, think them through fully, then put them into little boxes. It was a little more difficult when she failed to stop ogling her teammate...ally...friend. 

A soft breath escaped her, the sound carrying in the heavy silence -- at least it was on her end-- and that was enough to bring Tarble’s attention to her. He looked over, his face set into a casual smolder that was cute when he looked like a kid, now it twisted her insides into knots. He cocked an eyebrow, Raven found herself looking away, staring at the horizon instead. 

“It’s taking some getting used to. Seeing you like that,” Raven admitted honestly. It shouldn’t. During her tenure as a Teen Titan, she saw countless musclely men, both hero and villain. She saw men like Dick Grayson naked. This shouldn’t be affecting her nearly as much as it was. 

“I knew it was a bad idea showing you those old vids,” Tarble muttered, his voice heavy like brass, misunderstanding her. The Team had finally learned about Tarbles past in the galactic war he partook in since he was a child. He was all too quick to show them his exploits, but to his dismay, Kori became enamored with his child self. 

“You were a cute kid,” Raven cut him off, making him scowl. He had been. His expression in every video and picture was always so serious, almost like he was a child trying to make adults take him seriously. Or, Raven admitted to herself, it was because he spent his entire life fighting a war that ravaged the galaxy.

Tarble just scoffed, not dignifying that with a response. He looked out at the horizon, his eyes closed and Raven found herself looking at him. Again. She needed to get a grip on herself, she knew it, but she found herself admiring his shoulders. 

They were so broad, leading to powerful shoulders, his back was a plain of hard lines that she knew were rock hard. Her hands twitched ever so slightly as if they had a mind of their own to run her hands across his back just to make sure. 

“Azarath,” Raven started to intone, forcing her mind clear of all thoughts. No thinking of touching Tarble’s muscles, no thinking about how little his compression clothing hid, as a matter of fact, no thinking at all. “Metrion. Zinthos.” She let out a long soft breath, breathing in just as deeply when her lungs were emptied. 

What about his hands? The thought was propelled to the forefront of her mind, making her swallow a growl of annoyance with herself. When he was in the form of a kid, his hands were so small. He had been small for a five-year-old. And now...his hands were massive. Large enough to wrap around both her wrists with one of his, his palms were rough and calloused. He didn’t take her advice on buying lotion. 

Maybe that was a good thing, her traitorous emotions whispered in her ear. Love. And Lust. How would his large hands feel on her skin? His callouses scraping over her sides, they wouldn’t be painful, but they would feel so rough on her sensitive skin. It would feel amazing. Even better if his hands trailed upwards, groping her breasts, his rough calluses brushing against her nipples-

No. No. No. None of that, Raven told herself, forcing her thoughts to the side, her body feeling warm. She was here to meditate, not fantasize. “Azarath...Metrion...Zinthos…”

His hands were large, but her breasts would spill out slightly if he grabbed them. Her pale gray flesh would spill out between his fingers, the calluses on his upper hand would be perfectly poised to grind into her nipples every time he moved his hands. Those same hands that crushed rock, metal and bone would squeeze her breasts, toying with them, the thought of just how powerful hands on her body were would set her blood on fire. 

“Azarath, Metrion, Zenthos.” Raven breathed the picture of it so clear in her mind it was like she was watching it happen. She stood naked in front of Tarble, her back pressed against a wall. With one hand, he pinned both of her overhead while his other explored her body. She was so small in comparison to him, her head barely reaching his shoulders anymore, so he would lean over her, dominating her vision so the only thing she could see was him-

“I’m sorry, but I need to go,” Raven muttered, vanishing through the floor, traveling to her room as a ragged gasp escaped her. What was wrong with her?! She floated to her bed, her room dimly lit, several bookshelves filled to the brim with occult tomes, most of them genuine while others fake, kept for her amusement. Sitting down heavily on her dark blue covers, feeling the silk sheets that laid underneath because she didn’t make her bed that morning, the smooth fabric felt torturous on her exposed skin. 

Another shuddering breath escaped her, running a hand through her hair as she tried to control her breathing. She felt the emotions in titans tower wash over her -- Tim’s absolute focus mingled with excitement as he made progress on a case, Garfield and Kori’s joy as they played video games, and Tarble’s confusion up above. 

Raven swallowed thickly, her breathing a little more even, but she felt so hot. Her mind drifted upwards to where Tarble was, still staring at where she disappeared with a confused and worried expression. For a second she worried that he might come down to find her, but that was put to rest when he simply frowned and resumed his own fishing. That was good. That was perfect. 

She watched him for a minute, her blood singing in her veins. She focused on his hands, her mind’s eye gazing over his barreled chest, thick arms and defined abs until, of its own will, her gaze dipped lower. His clothing left little to the imagination, less so than normal hero suits. His groin bulged against the dark fabric, something that simply had to be put up with when dealing with skin-tight clothes. Raven got used to it after a year of being a hero, but…

It looked like he was stuffing it with something, it seemed so big. Like a baseball, or something. The defined lines of his thighs lead up to his groin, the fabric dipping downwards as it strained to contain his...genitales. And she wasn’t the only one that had noticed when they went out earlier, the first thing people noticed about him was his size, and the second was his size. 

Raven threw herself onto her bed, sinking into the soft mattress, forcing her mind’s eye to look upwards. At his face. Even resting, his expression was a low smolder, his features uniquely set to look severe all the time. When he looked like a kid, it had been cute. Amusing. Now…

The image from before filled her mind. His head would dip down low, pressing his lips against hers, his tongue dominating her mouth with the taste of spices and oranges. The kiss would leave her mind blank, leaving her completely at his mercy. She wouldn’t be able to escape even if she wanted to. 

A hand glided over her thighs, resting just above her vagina as the fantasy played out in her mind. She imagined him growing bored with simply palming her breast, choosing to brush a thumb over a pebbled nipple, each stroke sending bolts of lightning through her. Or, maybe that was her hand dipping between her legs. 

Raven could feel her wetness through her unitard, the feeling heavy on her fingers as she pressed down on her labia. Swallowing thickly, she slowly stroked her slit, pleasure building in her stomach already as her mind ran with the fantasy. A low gasp escaping her as her fingers pressed down on her clitoris.

Once Tarble was satisfied that she wouldn’t fight back, he would drop her arms. She would wrap them around his broad shoulders, feeling those muscles up and down his back while her other hand would run through his coarse hair. Now freed, his other hand would dip down between her legs, stroking her thighs to tease her, to build her anticipation, until she would moan her pleas into his mouth. 

Only then would he cup her sex, his rough fingers tracing her slit, not penetrating her, but slowly rubbing her labia. Raven licked her lips, her hand matching the movements that Tarble made in her mind. The palm of her hand ground down on her clit, her fingers rubbing her slit becoming harder as her unitard became more and more damp with every second. She was soaking it through, Raven realized, her free hand going to cup her breast. She could feel her hardened nipple underneath. 

With a finger, she pushed her unitard to the side, exposing her vagina. Cupping it, she felt that she was soaked, her narrow slit leaking her arousal until it seeped between her fingers. Had she ever been this aroused before? Raven was a stranger to masturbation, more so to physical relationships, but even the few times she had masturbated, she never felt this burning need in her gut. 

Her middle finger traced her slit, flicking her clit on the way up, a moan ripping from her throat as she clenched her eyes shut. A book fell from a bookshelf, hopefully, an unimportant one. She repeated the action, pressing down harder so her finger slipped passed her labia into the lips beneath. 

In her mind, it was Tarble’s finger that slipped into her vagina, his thumb that pressed against her clit as he toyed with her. Her fingers curled inside herself, her walls clamping down on it hard enough that it hurt while her hips bucked, trying to take the source of her pleasure deeper. Another moan escaped her, her other hand traveling down to play with her clit while the first began to thrust in and out of herself, her room filled with the sounds of her masturbation and low pants. 

Tarble was a warrior, he wouldn’t take it easier on her. His fingers would thrust into her mercilessly, her arousal pouring from his wrist. He would stop kissing her, her head rolling to the side as he peppered her neck with love bites high enough that her cloak wouldn’t be able to hide them. He was marking her as his. 

Another book fell from a shelf, but Raven was deaf to it. Her legs hicked up, her knees even with her breasts, to offer up a better angle for her to fuck herself. Her eyes cracked open, watching a glistening digit pull from her hole, her walls clamping down on it hard to keep it in. Curious, she slipped a second finger in, feeling some discomfort mingled in with the pleasure she gave herself.

She could barely fit two fingers in herself. How would she possibly fit his dick? Raven didn’t know his exact size, but she was willing to bet anything in the world that it was longer and thicker than two fingers. She kept the second finger in, experimenting as she continued to thrust into herself. 

He wouldn’t fuck her then, Raven decided. She was too tight and he was too big. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to torment her. His fingers would continue to play with her vagina, his thumb playing with her clit, stretching her so that she could one day take him. Her hips jerked in response to her fantasy, more arousal dripping out of her until dripped down to her butt, soaking it as well. 

The hand tormenting her breast would let go, she would moan wantonly at its loss before his lips would kiss her nipples as the hand traveled down to her butt. He would grab it roughly, his fingers sinking in, like they did her breasts, but she had a much larger butt than bust. He would spread her cheeks, his scorching hot tongue lapping at her breast. 

Raven could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in her stomach, lowering her legs because they were starting to cramp up, her butt landing in a wet spot on her bed. She was leaking like a broken faucet, she realized, biting her lips as her vaigina twitched around her fingers. 

She couldn’t be completely passive. Her hands would roam his body, groping his unyielding arms, running her fingers over his chiseled abs. His body was one that could stand tall with the actual weight of the sky on its shoulders. It was the body of a warrior that saw countless battles, that only knew combat, and now he was conquering her with it. 

This time her vagina clenched around her fingers at the thought. She was close. Tarble would be able to sense it as well, pulling at her breast as he sucked hard, coming free with an audible pop before his lips pressed against her own in a dominating kiss. 

Her pleasure came undone. Her hips jerked, thrusting forward as her cum gushed out of her. It raced down her hand, splattering over her bed and cloak, maybe on a pile of books by her bedside. Her mind went blank, dimly she was aware that she was moaning, her hand still moving to eek out as much pleasure as it could. 

Raven threw her head back, trying to control the orgasm that crashed over her, sweeping her in its riptide and taking her into its depths. Her free hand reached up and pinched a nipple, her hips jerking again as a second gush of cum escaped her. Something fell over, shaking her room, but that might have been her world as she experienced the single greatest orgasm she ever had. 

Her legs trembled, shaking ever so slightly, her fingers still lazily rubbing her slit as she recovered. Raven was only aware that her mouth was left hanging open when she sucked down a ragged gasp and the inside felt dry. Or maybe it was because all the fluids in her just left through her vagina. Blinking to clear her hazy vision, Raven lifted her head, her body still suffering aftershocks of pure pleasure, to see what had fallen over. 

A bookshelf. 

That was...that was so stupid! What was she thinking?! She-

“Raven? I heard something fall, is everything okay?” Came Tim’s voice from the other side of the door. Cursing mentally, Raven sat up, going to the door only to think better of it. For one, she didn’t think she could walk. Secondly, she must reek of her cum. There was no way Tim wouldn’t be able to figure out what she was doing and it would be a cold day in hell before she let anyone know she was masturbating to a teammate. 

“I’m fine,” Raven called out, her voice sounding husky to her own ears. She swallowed, “just tell Garfield not to play stinkball outside my room.” A code phrase that meant everything was fine. She was glad that she could still remember it, her head felt like it was full of white noise. 

“Alright, if you’re sure,” Tim said, Raven feeling his concerned emotions growing more distant. He believed her. Good. If he pressed the issue, if he came in thinking she had been attacked… Raven would have flat out died from humiliation. 

A breath of relief escaped her as she slumped against her bed weakly. Her fingers felt wrinkled as they rested on her stomach, her legs had stopped trembling in her panic. She followed Tim’s emotions, still concerned but believing her as he went back to work on a case. The others were still gaming, while Tarble...Tarble was in the shower room. 

She shouldn’t, Raven realized, her fingers creeping towards her sex even as she had the thought. When they brushed over his clit again, her mind looking at Tarble, water crashing against him, she thought of nothing at all.