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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.

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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?"

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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.

The further her healing goes, the more Dodger realizes how much he needs it. Past the wounds and scar tissue, there's leftover damage to his body that just never healed right. He's walked off so many injuries that he can barely feel his back, and the realization hits him in a way he can't quite process.

He looks good. That's something he can't quite process either, he isn't sure what emotion he's feeling right now. All he's sure of is that his chest feels tight, his throat feels a little... wrong. There's a soft look in his eyes, and his voice is a little faint when he answers.

"I've looked better."

She smiles and cards a hand gently through his hair. Garrett might not know what he's feeling, but she can recognize the frailty in his eyes well enough to know when to soothe and comfort.

"So have I," she answers. "But your back looks better than it has in a long time. Can you feel it? A few more sessions like this and you can get tattoos back here again."

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A smile creeps onto his face, soothed by the petting and her gentle tone. Slowly he nods.

"Maybe I'll get something that reminds me of you." He offers quietly. "I keep my history on my skin. Whatever form that takes."

There's a pause before he shifts to meet her eyes properly.

"Leave something crossing over that triangle on my back. Okay?"

He's referring to an upside-down triangle between his shoulder blades, full of intricate flowers. It had a particularly stubborn whip-mark slashed across it, but it's almost completely healed now.

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She immediately frowns, knowing she fucked up. In her fervor to give Dodger back what he's lost, she focused particularly on healing the tattoos- but now it comes to her. Didn't the cult have a thing with flowers? Roses? Fuck.

"About that," Garrett says, holding up one hand and flexing out her claws. "I may have been trying to give you your tattoos back and healed it on purpose. What do you say to replacing Lucifer's whip marks with boyfriend claw marks?"

Dodger sets his jaw a little, while he thinks it over. Finally, he nods.

"I'd rather have you fuck me up than anyone else."

He rolls back onto his stomach, tipping his neck to give Garrett perfect access to the tattoo.

Garrett straddles Dodger's thighs and flexes her claws, examining them and thinking about her plan of attack.

"So, is this from... a few years ago?" she asks, wording it carefully.

He hesitates a bit, and nods.

"Not that long ago, technically. It was my last tatt before I got to Hell - a couple months before, I think."

He sets his jaw slightly, unsure of exactly how much he wants to say.

"I got this triangle and flowers. Jason got a triangle with tentacles. Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Garrett gives him a bit of a Look. "You got a tattoo for a job and a relationship? I'm not even from Earth and even I know that's a bad idea."

"I have dumber tattoos."

He flexes one of his hands, to show it off. Not just the all-seeing eyes tattooed on the back, but the scars left from skin stripped from his fingers.

"I used you have 'die' on this hand, on the fingers. I got it when I was a teenager, just... not sure if I had to will to live. Squalo cut it off as some sort of... therapy. I guess it helped."

She tilts her head looking at it, almost forgetting about the task at hand. "Can you get this one removed? I don't know if I like seeing a reminder of your ex every time I fuck you."

A beat passes. The hypocrisy occurs to her.

"I'll even get something pierced in return, just for you."

Dodger hesitates, and shakes his head.

"I keep my history on my skin. There's a lot of things I don't like about it, but they stay. They're part of me."

He sits up, and turns to face her properly.

"I know you don't get it. It's just... important to me. To keep a record I can trust."

She really, really doesn't get it, and it shows. "But doesn't that mean you can never truly move past it? It's just right there on the surface, staring at you whether you like it or not."

That wording is odd, though. A record he can trust?

"Do you not trust your memory? Is it the dimension thing?"

"Both. Yeah." He leans against the headboard, scratching his head awkwardly. "I've always just wanted... reminders. Proof that what happened.. happened. That it was real."

A pause.

"I've done a lot of shit that's fucked my memory up. People have done things to fuck my memory up. And every time I shift realities, the tattoos change. They tell different stories. They're just... how I know I'm me."

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