this nsfw drabble series aims to delve into as many aspects of gar and raven's sex life as i can think of, from the playful to the emotional to the incredibly raunchy. i just think their dynamic would be so interesting in the bedroom (and other places…?), as it tends to be with most things.
a lot of my ideas rn are more suggestive than explicit, like this chap. i grew up in a very 'sex is bad' household so am still overcoming some insecurities for writing smut. gonna therefore consider this series like therapy LOL. pls enjoy the suggestive stuff for now and be patient for the more graphic stuff, which will come once i'm more comfortable.
DESCENT
Raven could not catch her breath.
She felt the creases of the bedsheet bunched at her shoulder blades. All the life in her limbs had channelled into her ribcage, leaving it sore and laden, like the phantom weight of him was still pressing down there.
Fine, dewy flecks lined her widow's peak and cupid's bow. A war drum pummelled at her chest, shoving it up in ragged pants, and through the whitish flares in her eyes, she could begin to detect small patches of her ceiling.
Her lips came together to swallow some air, and as awareness scratched at her mind, she glanced left to see her boyfriend in quite the same state.
"Oh my God..." he sighed through a fractured chuckle. His eyes were murky, sated in bliss. His collarbones gleamed with sweat beneath the lamplight, and Raven felt his frame turn, elbow fixing itself onto the bed.
"You were totally into that."
She hadn't been ready for the revelry in his grin. It sat just below a debaucherous stare, which reminded her of his duality. How could that face look so different now?
Her knees shuddered. Her brows slipped.
"What?" she barely rasped out.
"You like me telling you what to do."
Raven flushed, hot to her core. If she'd had even a scrap of energy left, it might've been very tempting to simply vanish from the room.
He wasn't far off the mark. She'd liked him taking control.
It was something she was always expected to have; something she carried around with her, like an anchor in the sand.
Every second. Every day.
She hadn't known until tonight just how freeing it could feel to have someone else take that on - even if just for a limited time.
It felt like grazing Heaven.
And Gar... He couldn't say what had done it. Maybe it had been the dregs of adrenaline leaking into his thrusts from the battle before. Or how he'd never caught, at just the right time, that capacity of pleasure carved into her face.
Maybe it had been that in the three months he'd had the honour to fuck her, he'd never reached quite so brisk a pace. She'd never freed quite so sharp a whine.
Maybe it was the realisation that he could give her that. Under just the right conditions, he could take her to those heights.
He'd bitten back a curse, squeezed his eyes shut then pulled out of her. A cry of mourning resonated in his blood. He'd make up for it.
"Here's what's gonna happen." He hadn't been sure when his white-knuckled fingers had grasped into her hair. The voice that left him had become dark and depraved. "You're gonna turn around, and I'm gonna make a mess in you." His nose grazed along the hot skin of her cheek. "'Kay?"
She only peered up through the shadows, all measure of sound stolen away. His hand tightened at her scalp.
"Did you hear me?" he said.
Her lashes sunk down. She let herself be the bait.
"Yes..."
That one husky note curled his lip in sheer thrill. He sensed a feral power roll within him.
"Good girl."
The praise held wanton promise. His cheek dragged from hers until her mouth was in reach, and Gar claimed her in one filthy kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
It ended too soon. He gripped onto her hip.
"Now get on your knees."
They were still red and ruddy from it.
She was still spent and aching from it.
"Shut up," was the best thing she could summon in the face of that smile. He leaned towards her.
"Don't be mad." That roguish voice was sweet and gentle now. A soft kiss landed on her shoulder. "I like telling you what to do."
Raven grabbed the pillow from behind her and shoved it into her face. It didn't fully drown out the low surge of her groan.
He relished in it.
"I wonder what else you'd be into..." A set of creeping fingers were trailing a path up her forearm. She raised the pillow just enough to be heard.
"Gross."
"You didn't think it was gross when I—"
The pillow hurled into his face instead. He might've deserved that.
Worth it, though.
Author's Note:
a little example of what you can expect from this series~ as if i don't already have enough ongoing projects. ^^;;
if you hadn't guessed, i'm quite a dom gar/sub rae fan, mostly for the reasons explained in this chap (which touches on how they found out they're fans of it too). ;) you'll likely be seeing more of that dynamic here. i DO 100% believe they switch it up when rae's demon is closer to the surface, though. gar just wants to do whatever she wants to do, tbh. he's a happy guy regardless. :')