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I don't really like writing R-18 stuff, plus I'm not good at it. Figured, let's try and give you fellas what you have been gooning for xD It's not a false alarm, keep those tissues handy.
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I coughed again when Scarlett's request landed in the air like a grenade. My brain almost short-circuited.
"Umm, Red, you know I'll go to jail if I do anything, right?" I muttered, voice cracking like a teenager caught stealing cookies.
She didn't even flinch. Instead, she tilted her head and laughed — this light, airy laugh that made it sound like she was teasing me for being the stupid one in the room.
"Is my bad boy scared of the police now?" she teased, winking so casually it almost felt like she'd rehearsed it.
I rubbed the back of my neck, chuckling nervously. My body screamed danger while my mouth tried to act cool.
"If I go to jail for tapping a minor, they'd eat me alive," I said. My imagination kindly painted me a picture of a prison block with guys twice my size treating me like dessert. Not the kind of dessert you want to be.
Scarlett blinked at me with wide, innocent eyes, her expression so pure it could probably win her a Disney audition. "Nobody will know if I don't tell."
Yeah, that's reassuring. Famous last words if there ever were any. My survival instincts slammed the emergency button.
"Yeah… not happening. Go to sleep."
Her pout came instantly, like she had it locked and loaded. Lips stuck out, brows knitted, and she even threw in a childish "Booo! You are no fun." Then — because she's clearly committed to chaos — she stuck her tongue out at me.
I pointed at her like a prosecutor. "Aren't you being too relaxed now? You literally stole money from your parents and ran away, with a very questionable guy, in a shady motel." The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
She just smiled, soft and calm, like I'd just said something silly. "I don't care as long as I have you with me."
And that hit me right in the chest. Too bright. Way too bright. It was like she'd opened a window and let sunshine in when I'd spent years marinating in the dark. My darkness was sizzling and melting under her ridiculous optimism.
In my head, I was screaming: Argh! Too bright! Turn it off!
And then I cursed the old David. My dumbass predecessor, who apparently thought throwing his life away and dragging a teenage girl into it was a fun side quest. Now here I was, left to clean up his mess. I should be mapping out my survival — money, stability, maybe a shot at building something like a career. Instead? Teen drama. It was like being forced to play babysitter while running from drug dealers.
Scarlett leaned in and kissed my cheek, her lips quick and feather-light. Then, in a soft tone that carried way more weight than it should've, she said, "Look, don't worry about it. We'll figure something out. Let me freshen up and we can sleep." She hummed a tune as she walked toward the washroom, completely carefree, as if we weren't a couple of fugitives in a motel that smelled faintly of mold and cigarette burns.
I sat there, panic bubbling inside me like a boiling kettle.
What do I even do now? If I don't pay up, Tuco will kill me. If I screw this up, Scarlett's caught in the crossfire. My brain kept looping the same thought: I need money. Fast.
And then, like the universe was listening to my meltdown, I suddenly thought of the one question I hadn't asked yet: Who the hell even sent me here? Where's my starter pack? Don't these transmigration deals come with some kind of tutorial or gift bag?
Ding!
A chime rang in my head, sweet and holy, like a choir of angels had decided to sing just for me.
My face broke into a grin so wide I probably looked unhinged. "About damn time!"
[ Welcome ReLife V2. Congratulations on being chosen for a second life opportunity. Host will be issued the welcome gift pack! ]
[ Ding! Gift pack issued. ]
[ - One full recovery card. Restores body to peak human condition, heals all ailments, and improves immunity to sickness and poison.
A lottery ticket to spin the system gacha and obtain startup funds for host. (One time only)
Detecting host's innate talents… Improving talents of Music, Fighting, Intelligence, and Charm.
Soulbound. Host can designate any willing partner as Soulbound with their consent. They will be bound together with host for eternity. Includes protection from sickness, poison, and improved constitution. They can never betray host. ]
[ Would you like to pull the lottery? ]
"Yes, yes, yes!" I said without hesitation. My heart was pounding as a wheel appeared in my mind. It spun with an almost mocking slowness, ticking past options: $10, $500, $10,000, $1 million… all the way up to $1 billion.
I closed my eyes, pressed my palms together like some desperate gambler at a slot machine, and muttered a prayer. "Please, just not $10. Anything but $10. Don't make me a joke."
The wheel clicked, slowed, then stopped. A burst of confetti exploded in my head.
[ Congratulations! Host has received $100 Million Dollars as a startup fund! It will now be transferred to Host's private account. The system will make sure the funds don't alert the IRS or Government. It is recommended that Host invest some of it. ]
[ Gift pack has been issued. Best of luck. ]
I stared blankly into the void. A hundred million? Did I just win the ultimate cosmic lottery? My phone buzzed like it was mocking me, and when I checked, the numbers hit me like a truck.
(Current Account Balance: $100,000,576.69)
It was real. My old, half-broken phone screen was proudly displaying nine zeroes. For a full ten seconds, I sat there with my jaw unhinged.
Scarlett stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp and face fresh, and immediately froze when she saw me staring into space. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" She walked over and pressed her hand to my forehead, checking my temperature like a concerned nurse.
I didn't answer. Instead, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the floor, spinning her around like some maniac who'd just overdosed on happiness.
She yelped, eyes wide, before giggling uncontrollably. Her arms wrapped around my neck for balance. "Whoa! What's gotten into you? Did something good happen?"
I glanced at my phone on the bed. The screen glowed: 12:04 AM. A grin stretched across my face. Perfect timing.
I didn't hesitate. I pulled her in and kissed her — not the nervous pecks from before, but a full, reckless kiss.
Scarlett's surprise lasted only a second before her hands tightened at the back of my head. Her eyes closed, and she leaned in, matching my intensity. When we finally broke apart, breathless and gasping, we tumbled onto the bed together, tangled up in a mess of limbs and laughter.
She lay there, staring up at me with flushed cheeks and a grin that could melt glaciers. "That's the first time you kissed me on your own like that! It makes me so happy."
I laughed, the sound coming out freer than I expected. "Happy Birthday, dear Red. You're my good luck charm, and officially and legally my girlfriend. No more hesitation."
Her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears. "You really mean it?"
I brushed a thumb over her cheek, chuckling. "You left everything to be with me. I'd be the dumbest man alive if I didn't accept your love. I know I'm not the best guy in the world, but I promise I'll treasure you for every moment of my life."
Her lips curved into a trembling smile. She whispered, voice almost pleading, "Shut up and kiss me."
And of course, I obliged happily.
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Morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, scattering golden stripes across the motel room. The faint hum of traffic outside barely reached the bed where David lay, a rare calm smile tugging at his lips. Scarlett was still asleep on his bare chest, her blonde hair tousled across him like silk. Their clothes were lying around in mess.
For a moment, David didn't move. He just stared at the ceiling, letting it sink in — this wasn't some dream conjured by a hangover or a guilt trip. Scarlett was really there. Breathing softly. Warm. Real.
he stared at the beautiful girl lying there in her underwear. His hand moved on instinct, tracing the curve of her waist and down to her ass. Grabbing a handful of delight. She stirred, made a small moan, half sigh, half purr — and tightened her hold on him.
"Mm… morning baby" she mumbled, eyes still closed.
David chuckled under his breath and gave her a light smack on the hip. "That's one way to say good morning."
Her eyes fluttered open, sleepy but bright, and when she saw him smiling at her, she smiled back. Without a word, she leaned up and kissed him deeply, until both of them were breathless.
When their lips finally parted, David exhaled a laugh. "Now that's a nice way to wake up."
"I'll wake you up like this every day then," she teased, tracing a finger down his chest.
"Careful, you'll make me a morning person."
She giggled, but before she could say anything else, David suddenly scooped her up in his arms.
"Whoa!" she yelped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. "What happened to you Davey? You look… different. More handsome. And your body," she ran her hands down his torso, mock-inspecting him , "definitely more muscular."
David smirked. "You can check more thoroughly in the shower."
Her face went crimson, but she didn't look away. "Maybe I will," she said softly, biting her lip.
Despite the teasing, there was something tender beneath it. They'd been close last night, close enough that she'd wanted more, but David had stopped them. He told her he wanted their first time to be special, not something that happened in a cheap motel after an emotional night.
That small restraint, that bit of maturity, meant the world to her. The old David had been cold, reckless — a man who laughed everything off before it could touch him. But this one… this one actually seemed to care. So she decided to take matter into her own hand try something she never had. The awkard and clumsy blowjob wasn't that good, but she made it up with her enthusiasm. David also returned favor by going down on her.
She blushed remembering how loud she was last night. They went at it till 2 am until they fell asleep. But she was happy. She preferred this new, more affectionate version of her lover.
An hour later, the bathroom was filled with steam and laughter. They didn't have any more hestitation after last night. Scarlett kissed him deeply and went down on her knees as David groaned in pleasure and stroked her head. After a while, he blasted in her throat, and she took everything without letting out a drop. David smirked." Someone's getting better at this."
Scarlett returned the smirk. "I have to get better if I want to keep you away from the bitches who throw themselves at you."
He laughed. "Aren't you the jealous one?"
She smiled and hugged him as the water ran over them. " I know about your conquests babe. Alice told me even she almost fell for you, and she's a lesbian! But if you ever want to hookup with someone, just tell me beforehand. I know it's weird, but I don't want you to leave me for someone else. Just don't become a manslut."
David laughed and kissed her forehead. "I would never leave you. Not after you showed how deeply you care for me. You are stuck with me forever."
She giggled and turned around. "Now then, Mind cleaning me up. I could use some help with reaching some... deeper places." He smirked and massaged her modest boobs while reaching for her pusys. She moaned loudly and let him play with her body. before long, the built up tension released as she came hard on his fingers.
After a long, slightly chaotic shower that probably used up the motel's hot water quota for the week, they finally got dressed and hit the road. David chuckled as he started the car. "Didn't know you were this wild babe."
Scarlett blushed and leaned against him. " I have been imagining this for a while. I want to make you happy." He smiled and shook his head. 'I'm a lucky bastard' he thought as he drove out the parking lot.
David's convertible cut through the sunlit highway, radio humming softly. Scarlett sat in the passenger seat with her hair blowing in the wind, humming along to a tune only she seemed to know. She'd never looked happier.
David glanced at her between turns. "What's with that smile? You look like you just won the lottery."
"Maybe I did," she said, grinning. "I couldn't have asked for a better birthday."
"Birthday, huh?" He smirked. "Well, then I guess I've still got one more thing planned."
She turned in her seat. "What is it? Tell me!"
"It's a surprise," he said, eyes on the road. "You'll see soon enough. But we've got a few stops first."
"Fine," she said with mock suspicion. "But if it's another shady motel, I'm throwing you out of your own car."
"Please, I have taste," he said, feigning offense. "At least I'd pick one with free breakfast."
They both laughed, and the drive stretched into easy silence — the kind that only happens when two people are genuinely comfortable together.
By afternoon, they pulled into Miami. The city buzzed with noise and life — tourists, beaches, and the kind of humidity that made David immediately regret wearing jeans.
Scarlett was on the phone with her parents while David waited outside the car, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. From the tone of her voice, it wasn't going well.
"Mom, I'm eighteen! I can make my own choices!" she said, pacing in frustration. "No, he didn't kidnap me! I went because I wanted to!"
David rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to eavesdrop but catching every word anyway.
After a few tense minutes, her tone softened. "He actually told me to go back. To return the money. But I didn't want to. He's not who you think he is, Mom… please just… trust me on this, okay?"
She finally hung up and let out a long sigh, turning to David. "They said they'll drop the police report — but they want me to bring the money back and talk face to face."
David nodded. "That's a start. Parents only calm down once they get to yell in person."
Scarlett managed a small smile. "You're probably right."
"Of course I'm right. I've had enough parental lectures to qualify as a professional witness."
Before she could reply, David pulled out his own phone and dialed. The line rang twice before a groggy voice answered.
"Who is it?"
"Did I wake you, Charlie?" David grinned. "It's your favorite brother."
There was a pause, followed by a crash and what sounded suspiciously like someone tripping over furniture. Then came Charlie's voice, suddenly alive. "David?! Holy hell, you're alive! I thought you'd OD'd in a ditch somewhere! I gave you way too much cash last time!"
David laughed. "You're thinking of Mom. I'm still breathing."
Charlie snorted. "Nah, she dropped by last week. Hell's not ready for her yet."
David chuckled. "Satan's probably sighing in relief."
The two brothers fell into easy banter, as if no time had passed.
"So," Charlie said eventually, "what've you been up to? Still chasing those rockstar dreams?"
"Yeah," David said, "same dream, just with a bigger budget this time."
Charlie let out a disbelieving laugh. "You? A budget? You sure this isn't a setup for a joke?"
"Relax," David said. "I'm doing fine. Actually on my way to see you. Thought I'd drop by — and check how many STDs you've discovered this month."
"Ha! Still sharp as ever." Charlie chuckled. "Alright, I'll text you my address. It's right on Malibu Beach. But just a heads-up — I've got company over. So tell your girl not to judge the mess."
David smirked. "Classic Charlie. Don't worry, we'll manage. See you in a few hours."
When he hung up, Scarlett was giving him a curious look.
"That your big brother?" she asked. "The one who helped you when you ran away from home?"
David nodded, eyes softening. "Yeah. Charlie might be a mess, but he's got a good heart. I owe him more than I can say."
"You sound close."
"We are," he said simply. "Different, but close."
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of errands. David made a stop at the bank, where the manager nearly tripped over himself trying to accommodate the mysterious young man moving serious money.
Within an hour, calls were made, papers were signed, and letters of intent were faxed to both Marvel Studios and Amazon. David's calm voice carried an authority that made the staff whisper after he left.
No one could quite tell who he was — but everyone could tell he was going to be someone.
When they finally got back on the road, the sun had started dipping into the horizon, painting the sky orange and gold. Scarlett leaned back, feet up on the dashboard, the wind teasing her hair.
David glanced at her and smiled faintly. "You know," he said, "most girls would've freaked out after a call like that with their parents."
She turned to him, smiling softly. "Maybe I would have… before I met you. I know you will be there for me."
He didn't reply , just reached over and squeezed her hand, the smallest gesture saying everything words couldn't.
The highway stretched ahead, the Pacific glinting in the distance.
Malibu was waiting, and so was his brother.
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I only wrote this far. Let me know your thoughts lol. Smash or Pass?