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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

*Nipple Piercing Conversation Counter: 4

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Dodger jumps right to two fingers, which is surprisingly difficult from such large hands, but by this point she's turned on enough to deal with it, just grateful to be touched. It is a little surprising that Dodger doesn't seem to instinctively know exactly what to do the way he does with men, but- actually, maybe that isn't a surprise after all.

However, he's doing enough to make her moan softly, and she pulls him down for a kiss. After a few moments, she reaches down to nudge his thumb in the direction of her clit.

He follows the nudge, rolling his thumb in slow circles over her clit. He's panting heavily, running his tongue through her mouth to taste her blood with each kiss.

"Hold on."

Suddenly he pulls out of her, and shifts away from her. He doesn't have to get off the bed, but he reaches over to his suitcase to fish out a toy. He holds it down, making it purposely hard to tell what it is until he's back between her legs.

"Ready for a surprise?"

Dodger's touch draws soft, happy moans from her bloodied lips that pitch up a little every time the metal rolls over her clit. She's losing herself in it, reveling in the little bits of pain from her hurt lip against his and the way their teeth click together, slow and hot.

Then- something. She blinks at him owlishly, torn between anticipation and dread at this surprise. "That depends, the last toy you surprised me with was full of razors."

"It's not a razor." He answers vaguely.

His hand goes back to her throat, and his lips capture hers once again. Distracting her enough that she can't watch when he slides the tip of the vibrator against her clit, and turns it on.

It isn't much of a distraction: as much as she likes the hand at her throat, Garrett is hyper-alert with anticipation for whatever toy Dodger has. She thinks she's ready for anything.

She is wrong. The first buzz sends a jolt through her body as shocking as the first time she ever felt this, a full-body reaction with a surprised cry that gets smothered in their kiss. Her claws dig into his back when her hand spasms reflexively and she looks stressed when she breaks the kiss, brows knit under the strain of physical pleasure so intense that it's nearly painful.

And the strain of vivid memory that floods her mind. It's difficult to meet those green eyes and see Dodger when the only person to ever make her feel this way was him.

"B-" She takes a breath, hips squirming and feet pushing into the bed. Fuck, the direct contact to her clit is so much that she wants to scream. "-Jamie? It- fuck."

The sound of his name makes him press the toy in more purposefully, pressing into her clit and slowly rotating it in circles. Her claws are sinking into his skin and driving him wild, the desperate panting and the hints of... he's not sure what, in her eyes.

He doesn't pause this time, even if he's sure she probably wants him to. Instead his grip tightens a bit on her throat, massaging the skin rather than cutting off her breath. His claws ghost over her skin as well, finally sinking in lightly.

"How does it feel?"

Every little circle around her clit drives her wild, sensation shaking through her so intensely that when it passes over her piercing, she actually cries out almost as if she's in pain. Between the overwhelming onslaught and Dodger's strong grip on her throat she can hardly breathe, driven wild by merciless vibrations to a spot so much more sensitive than anything she knows how to handle. There's pain, too, from claws sinking into her throat, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

"It feels..." She chokes on a moan and claws Dodger's back a little harder. "...like him."

The first person to introduce her to what vibrations felt like, and the only person to ever do it with her. Garrett thinks she'll probably always associate this feeling with him for how ever-present it was in their sex life. She never bothered to use any vibrating toys after Barry disappeared, being totally unable to face down the memories that it would bring up, so this- this is her first time feeling it since she and Barry were together. It's overwhelming in more ways than one.

"Good..." He purrs, capturing her lips again before releasing her throat.

He grasps his cock and lines it up, carefully pressing in so as to not disturb the toy. Once it's in he reaches up to grip her throat again, making damn sure that she associates that hand with the comfort of his ownership.

"Does that feel like him?"

This time his cock pushes in easily, sliding in deep with how soaking wet she is. This time it isn't uncomfortable, it's a fucking blessing to feel him inside her relieving the intolerable ache she felt from being so empty. And still, and still his hand is at her throat, lovingly dominating her while the toy shreds her mind.

"N...no," she whines, trembling slightly. "But it... oh, god."

A memory comes back to her: the first time she transformed like this, her first "female" experience. In an instant Garrett feels transported to another bed in another hotel, with Barry looming over her all lusty and tender, his cock vibrating inside her. She tips her head back, eyes closed in overwhelm.

Now he finally presses down on her throat, pinning her to the pillow and cutting off her breathing. He fucks her in slow, even strokes, while his other hand maniputates the vibrator and keeps it rotating between her piercing and the tip of her clit. Soft moans escape from his lips, growing more desperate with each stroke as the vibration passes through her and into his cock.

"You look so hot like this." He growls softly, baring his teeth and licking his lips hungrily.

Garrett's eyes shoot open immediately when Dodger chokes her in earnest, finally getting her full attention. Every moan and tortured sound she would make dies in her throat, a secret locked in her suffocated lungs.

It feels so good. It's so intense but it feels so good, and with her lungs slowly crying for air there's no way for her to get lost in vivid memory. Despite her body and mind recalling a lost lover, the pain and need burning in her chest make it impossible to drift away. All she can do is lie there and choke under Dodger's impossible strength, staring up at him with wide, damp eyes.

Every stroke fills her until she can't think, every pass of the vibrator sends glorious, overwhelming pleasure jolting up her spine that she desperately wishes she could moan or cry about. But she can't scream, can't give voice to her need, so all she can do is hitch her legs around his waist and shake desperately, cunt aching for him as he pushes her into brighter and brighter pleasure until she knows she could cum from it. The only answer she can possibly give to his lusty growl is a desperate, teary look with hair sticking to her sweat-damp forehead and her cheeks flushed bright pink, so close to orgasm that her cunt is squeezing tight around Dodger's thick cock inside her. All she wants is to cum or to breathe, but she's trapped in a glorious hell of suffocation and torture.

This is what being owned feels like.

He can tell she's hitting that edge - by now it feels almost telepathic, knowing when that threshold of the charm is forcing Garrett back. It brings a sick grin to his face, and of course he doesn't give her mercy. He keeps fucking her, basking in the tight grip of her cunt and the shaking of her lips around choked moans.

It isn't until he's reaching the edge of an orgasm himself that he finally grips her throat tighter, leans in close and growls, "Come for me."

Eventually, the feeling of both charms has her mad: she's clawing up Dodger's back, bucking and gasping airlessly and begging with her eyes. Her lungs hurt almost as much as her cunt does, body torn apart by vicious need for air and relief. The vibrator is relentless in its pleasure, so pointed and reminding her so vividly of associations that put tears in her eyes. Every thrust fills her so intensely, striking deep and hard at a place she's never felt before, too deep inside for any other cock she's ever had in this cunt to reach. Dodger is ruining her for anyone else, and she loves it.

Granted, she'd love it a lot more if she wasn't being consumed by the desperate, maddening need to breathe. Instinct is screaming that she's suffocating, choking, that she's going to die if she doesn't get a breath, and with the onslaught of feeling Garrett doesn't have the mental capacity to calm herself enough to make the panic subside. This too is something she's used to; at some point in their relationship, she's going to have to accept that being with Dodger means being choked and strangled and having to ignore her instincts that tell her he's trying to kill her. But she hasn't yet learned to submit to his violence as well as she submits to his cock.

That must be why she barely hears him at first. First, all she notices is his hand tightening on her throat, claws sinking deeper into her flesh with a sear of vicious pain. But she's so far past the point of desperation that his permission finds her without her even noticing. It sweeps over her- waves of pleasure that finally wipe out all the panic and the pain, that overwhelm her body and mind so she can't think about Barry or Augustine or the threat of death, that have her mouth open to bare bloody fangs in silent cries that never leave her abused throat. Her cunt spasms around Dodger's cock over and over and her claws rip into his skin as the orgasm carries her away.

The way her cunt spasms around him drives him completely over the edge, and he has to make a conscious effort not to tear her apart while he's filling her up. At some point he finally releases her throat and uses his hand to balance himself instead, pressing their foreheads together while he fucks his seed deeper into her.

Finally he shuts off the vibrator, and drops it so he can lay on top of Garrett. Still inside of her, and only making a minimal effort not to crush her with his weight.

"Fuck... I love you so much."

Garrett arches her back with a ragged cry when air finally rushes in, taking great gasping breaths that shatter into moans from a rush of ecstasy that prolongs her orgasm- or maybe chains two of the together, she can't really tell. All she knows is that by the time Dodger is done, she's cum so hard and so long that she feels as wrung out as she would as a man after climax, boneless with her legs shaking violently. She doesn't even have enough energy to speak, just take rattling breaths that hurt a little coming in. Her throat is ringed with dark bruises outlined by bleeding claw marks, and she looks an absolute bloody, sweaty mess.

"Love... you too," she manages, still breathless. Normally Garrett might try to push Dodger off, but the weight is kind of comforting, even if she still can't goddamn breathe. "Fuck."

Dodger lets out a husky laugh, and slowly rolls off of her. There are bruises and scratches across his back, weeping blood into the sheets. His arm wraps around her, still holding her warm and close, and he presses a kiss to her lips.

"You look gorgeous when you're choking."

Garrett kisses him shakily, legs still trembling and heart racing from adrenaline aftershocks. The instinctual terror of being suffocated hasn't entirely left her; there are still little tremors of anxiety shivering down her spine every now and again as her pulse slowly calms down to normal. It's a very strange feeling to mix into afterglow.

With how she feels, the compliment hits her oddly. To be praised for how she looked when she was terrified that she was dying... it feels wrong. But Dodger also just made her cum so hard she doesn't have any bones left, and was trying really hard (at some point) to comfort her after going through something upsetting.

"I..." Her face buries into Dodger's chest as she searches for words. She's always giving him shit about everything he does- it would be unreasonable to get on him too hard about this, right? "Thanks, I suppose. It's a lot harder to handle when the sex is rough or too fast for me to calm myself down."

The word she needs is terrifying, but she'll be dead and buried before admitting that.

He sinks his fingers into her hair, and pets her gently while she buries into him. Honestly, he isn't completely sure what he means by it either - he speaks without thinking more than he'd probably like to admit, but at least (?) it's honest.

"That's alright. You'll get used to it."

Is that supposed to be comforting? Who knows.

It isn't comforting, not really. Not that she's surprised to hear that Dodger has no plans to change anything he's doing, but the matter-of-factness of it unsettles her. There's no apology, no promise to try and be gentler next time, no acknowledgement that Dodger knows how harrowing it can be. Just you'll get used to it. It passes over her with a faint shiver- which she seeks comfort from by burrowing deeper into his arms.

A little contradictory, maybe, but Garrett knows that Dodger is the only person here who can keep her safe. If she wasn't here, who knows what Augustine might be doing to her? As rough as he is, as panic-inducing as it can be, as much fear as she feels sometimes at Dodger's hand, at least she knows that here, she's safe from whatever abuse and degradation Augustine might visit upon her.

"I don't know," she says lightly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns over his chest. "It's pretty crazy. I'll probably never get completely used to how it feels to not breathe for an hour."

"Not if I keep jumping it on you, no." He laughs roughly, cushioning it with a kiss to her forehead. "We'll have to work some practice in with all the other dumb shit we get up to."

He tries to readjust himself and flinches - now that the excitement is gone, he's finally noticing how much damage she did to his back. "Fuck... I'm gonna have to do some explaining to the housekeeping staff. How's your neck?"

Practice. It's a thrilling concept that still unsettles her, the idea of spending so much time airless and choking. Just more ways that Dodger means to train her into the perfect slut.

Garrett frowns at the flinch of pain, and withdraws her claws just in case. "It's been better," she understates. It in fact looks like she either got bitten by an animal or choked out by an abusive boyfriend, but Garrett can't see how bad it actually is. "Do you need healing?"

Edited 2022-01-29 00:14 (UTC)

Dodger nods, not bothering to hide it when he's sure Garrett will see his blood all over the white sheets pretty soon. He'd like to sit up, but he feels like that will be a much better idea once his skin is stitched back together.

"You've got some wicked claws." He raises a hand up, flexing out his own claws to admire them. "Wonder how long all of this is gonna last. Or if that's just... what we look like now."

Garrett concentrates for a moment until hers emerge as well. They're strange to look at- bestial, like the more mutated sinners in Hell who she always prayed never to turn into. Very strange. "Well, the fact that it's still happening after we're gone makes me think it won't be going away. But who knows, with this multiverse shit. Now turn over."

She scoots away from Dodger and nudges him to lay on his stomach, forcing her claws to go back in again. Once the man is laid out, she can get a better look at his back- and it's pretty bad. Her hand rests between two claw wounds so gently that it feels like an apology. "Maker's tits, I did a number on you," she murmurs, washing his back with healing light.

While she's there, she draws on some of the blood spilled around them, trying to... to lessen the mess of whip scars on his back. They always bother her to look at even in the middle of sex, and something deep in her core feels a little soothed to see them shrink and recede, leaving healthy, smooth skin behind.

He laughs, "I haven't heard that in a while."

What a strange duality, to be grinning up at his girlfriend / boyfriend while she's cleaning up the jagged clawmarks she left on his back. Although really, the healing magic just feels good. This is probably what a dog feels like when it's being petted.

"It felt good in the moment. Don't beat yourself up."

Maybe a little more intimate than petting a dog, but it does go nicely with aftercare. It's really impossible to describe the unique way that healing magic feels like something deeper than a touch, something that brings her being together with the person she's healing for the brief moments that the magic flows between them. It puts a little breathiness in her laugh (although that might be the bruised windpipe).

"After all the shit you do to me, I'm not exactly going to lose sleep over it."

Garrett takes a little more time before she's finally satisfied with how much the scars have gone down. Then she trails a finger over skin that probably hasn't had full nerve function in a long time, expression a little dreamy.

"You look good."

She doesn't usually like focusing on Dodger's back.

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