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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years ago

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Scars

Prompt: Intense & Angry, Bath or Shower Sex from @livesinfantasyland (x) Thank you!

Pairing: Evan Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Smut with Angst, arguing, p in v sex, m dom vibes

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @nashibirne and @amberangel112, your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

This is my first time ever writing Evan. It was a tough one for me to attempt with Evan because it isn't the prompt I would have picked, but I enjoyed writing a new character and had fun with it. Once again, this is longer than I initially planned and I hope you enjoy it.

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Dividers by me.

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“We need to talk.”

You don’t need to look up from undoing your boots to know who has barged into the women’s locker room and spoken. You’d know Evan’s voice anywhere, you’ve worked with him on and off for a few years now.

“I think you said enough on the ride back here,” you say, trying to stay calm.

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “You still don’t think you did anything wrong.”

You stand up, still not looking at him and start undoing your overshirt. “Would you have given the same instruction to Larry?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“Would you have given the same instruction to a man?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, here we go,” Evan says, looking to the ceiling and clenching his fist.

“Or did you only try and stop me from doing my job because you used to fuck me and now you feel guilty?”

“It’s got nothing to do with that!” Evan shouts, punching out at the row of lockers across you.

You take a step back from him, your eyes wide. Evan has always had a slight temper, but for him to physically lash out like that isn’t something you would expect. He notices your reaction and his face softens. You consider letting it go, you’ve made your point and don’t need his apology. It isn’t as if it was ever serious between you two, it had only ever been a casual thing. However, this conversation has been a long time coming and you need to have it out.

“It has everything to do with it,” you tell him, “You changed. Since you disappeared for weeks last Halloween, you’ve changed. I know things wouldn’t be the same after we stopped hooking up, but I didn’t expect you to be so fucking cold.”

“How am—”

Evan cuts himself off with a strangled curse as your hand rests against his chest.

“Don’t touch me there,” he says without seeming to breathe and his face twists with fury.

You withdraw your hand and the two of you stare each other down. Evan opens his mouth to say something but then clenches his jaw closed so hard his teeth clash against each other audibly.

“Fuck it,” he mutters and abruptly turns and walks away.

“Come back! This isn’t done,” you call to him.

“Fuck you,” he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stare after him, trying to smother the rage that boils deep in your guts. You don’t know how long you stand there with your eyes closed and fists clenched, breathing deeply through your nose until your fury simmers.

But it doesn’t.

If anything, the longer you stand there the angrier you feel. Your mind starts to work over every interaction you’ve had with him since he came back. Every rejected advance, every cold comment and every frosty glance plays over and over like a best of compilation in your mind switching from one to another until you can’t take it anymore. Without being aware of what you’re doing until you're pushing the men’s locker room door open, you follow him, and stomp your way to the showers.

The sight that greets you makes you gasp. Evan stands under the shower naked, gloriously so. His chiselled face is so handsome that you sometimes forget he has the body to match; tall, athletically toned with the bare minimum of fat overlaying his sinewy muscles. He’s thinner than the last time you saw him, and that isn’t the only thing that has changed.

Beneath the rivulets of steaming water that run down his chest and amongst the hair that grows across his pecs is a scar. It is new, it hadn’t been there before. You’ve seen enough stabbing and knife attack victims to know the scar isn’t from a fight. It looks purposeful, like it was done by design; the lines too straight and too much like a symbol to have been done by accident.

You raise your eyes to Evan's and the unasked question is written all over your face.

“I can’t tell you,” he says, simply, “don’t ask me to.”

You step over the tile lip and into the shower space. Warm water seeps into your socks, but you barely notice. All you can see is the frigid intensity of his once warm eyes.

“Just tell me you’re okay,” you say, advancing slowly, drawn so powerfully towards him you can’t stop yourself until you’re under the spray with him, completely indifferent the way your undershirt quickly dampens and sticks to your body.

Evan’s brows draw together and he blinks rapidly but doesn’t answer.

“What can I do?” you ask in a whisper.

He flinches like your words are a slap. Then his face hardens and a grim determination settles in his beautiful but bleak blue eyes.

“You don’t want any part of this,” he says. “Or any part of me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like this?” you ask. Gingerly, you lift your hand to his chest and trace the edge of his scar, careful not to touch it. “You think I wouldn’t want you?”

Without warning his hands are on your cheeks and his mouth is over yours, the edges of your lips are grazed by his short whiskers and you feel a tingle work its way across your skin. You recover quickly from the shock, encircling his neck with your arms and running your fingers over the wet and velvety hair on his head. You move in closer, pressing your sodden clothed body against him.

It isn’t enough. You want to feel him, you want to feel his humid skin all over you. He must have thought the same thing because he breaks the kiss with a groan. His hands work on your belt and you pull your undershirt off over your head, letting it drop to the tiles with a splash you barely register.

His lip curls as he drops his head to roughly capture your breast in his hand and close his mouth around your nipple. You shiver as he sucks on you through the cotton of your bra, the heat of his mouth is so much hotter than even the water that sears at your skin.

You let your head fall back and you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of his mouth on you. Your knees start to feel weak as his hand works its way determinedly into your panties, his fingers working to separate the thick sodden work clothes away from your skin. You grab hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and feel pure muscle rippling under his sweltering, smooth skin. You run your hand down his back, following the path of his spine, until your fingers encounter hardened and raised skin.

Another new scar.

Quickly you snatch back your hand and your eyes snap to Evan. He looks up at you with stormy, fierce eyes and grazes your bud with his teeth before he releases you. A tremor of fear runs down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, in a quivering voice.

He nods, takes hold of your waist and guides you to turn around until you're facing the tiled wall. He presses his body against you from behind and you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back. His arm wraps around your waist holding you in place while his other hand slides your sticking pants down your thighs.

“I know.” Evan’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low voice that leaves no room for argument. “Put your hands on the wall.”

A heady rush of heat hits you between your legs and nearly drops you to your knees.

Evan notices and tightens his arm around your waist. “I’ve got you, baby. Hands on the wall. Now.”

“Yes…” you whimper, reaching your shaking hands out to the large square white tiles. Your skin is so electrified and sensitive that even the rough texture of the grout under the pads of your fingers threatens to overwhelm you.

His velvety hot tongue runs a thick strip up your neck as he latches onto you and sucks on the thin skin beneath your ear. Your whole body thrums deep within you, you feel close to orgasm and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.

This was a far cry from the way he had always been with you before. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t good with Evan in the past, it absolutely was, he had always been generous. But he was never what you’d call dominant at all and he was straight up vanilla, almost reserved. You don’t think he’d ever even taken you from behind.

His teeth sink into your earlobe as he tilts your hips and slips a foot between yours to inch your feet apart.

“Stay just like that for me,” he instructs, huskily and you moan, hoping he takes the warbling sound of your voice as agreement.

Soft, hot skin presses against your pussy, forcing your lips to part. You gasp in shock, but it quickly morphs into a gasp of pure pleasure as the thick tip of Evan’s cock rubs against your slick and swollen hidden skin.

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks.

You nod, turning your head towards his.

“Good. I’m going to cum inside you,” he says.

He enters you in one swift and hard thrust. You both cry out and he breathes hard into your ear as he holds himself deep inside you and gives you a moment to get used to his size.

“Evan,” you whine faintly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your temple gently. The tenderness makes your eyes widen, but it's a short reprieve.

“Hang on,” he says.

He moves, slowly dragging himself from your core. Then his fingers dig hard into your hips and he pumps hard into you, using your hips for leverage. With each powerful drive, Evan pulls your hips back to meet him and you can’t stop yourself from crying out as he fills you. Your bodies slap hard against each other, the sound mixing with your cries and his grunts of effort. Together the cacophony echoes lewdly through the steam of the shower and bounces off the tiles.

Your head drops and you lean it on your outstretched and locked arms as you brace yourself against his brutal but oh so fucking good onslaught. Then he leans forward until his chest covers your back. One of his hands snakes its way from your hips to between your legs and his fingers slide over your sensitive and throbbing clit.

“Need you to come with me,” he rumbles through his groans.

It’s the kind of thing you’d usually roll your eyes at, but Evan knows your body; he knows just how to touch you to get you over the edge. His mouth latches on your neck, licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth over your vein, while his fingers dance over your clit and he never lets up the primal, fervid pace of his fucking.

“Come with me,” he demands with a guttural growl into your ear.

Your body trembles as your orgasm threatens with such force that your legs give out, and your hands slip from the wall.

“I’ve got you,” Evan assures you as he brings you both to the floor. He pauses just long enough to get you comfortable, slipping your shirt under your knees. “You’re so close, baby. I’ve got you.”

And you are, the brief interruption no match for how aroused and good Evan is making you feel. You reach your peak with a cry and an undulation of your hips that he knows so well. He follows swiftly after, drawing your body so close you can barely breathe and you can feel deep inside you the swelling of his cock with each pulsing release.

As you come down from your high, you concentrate on the sound of the water rather than the ragged breaths of Evan against your ear. Your instincts say you should move, you should run, pretend this never happened, or maybe yell at him some more.

Then his hands are on your cheeks, turning your face to his and wiping away the water that runs into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of sincerity and concern.

His tone makes you really look at him. For the first time in months there is something in his voice of the Evan of old. You turn your body towards him and reach for him, not even aware that your hand is resting on the centre of his chest, right over the scarred symbol.

Evan's eyes drop to his chest. You wonder if you should move it, but as he raises his eyes, his hand covers yours and holds it close to his heart right above his new scar.

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dolce-cavill · 2 years ago

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these wounds won’t heal

evan marshall (blood creek)

x fem!oc (no description)

summary: evan returns from helping his brother, but the memories of that night followed him home

warnings: slight nsfw, trauma/ptsd?, nightmares, swearing, mentions of scars (not sh), mentions of blood and death, mentions of n*zis, mentions of missing family member, shitty parent, please let me know if i missed anything ��

word count: 1.8k

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my eyes slowly fluttered open and i shivered as the trailers heater struggled to keep the december air at bay. the chill bit at my skin as i woke to evans sudden movements, my head on his chest and his arms tightly around my waist. it was a familiar feeling, the way his hands gripped my shirt tightly, and i looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed together as he whimpered softly. shifting my body slightly to face him, i gently caressed his face and tried to wake him softly.

“no, please…. don’t….the blood-“ he began to mutter under his breath, repeating the same words and phrases it always was. running a hand through his short hair as he writhed around, the bedsheets gathered around his waist, exposing more of my skin to winter’s unforgiving frigidness.

“evan, honey, wake up.” i soothed, kissing his forehead. i was used to evan having nightmares, as they had been happening ever since he got back with victor from that house. i thought back to that night, now over a month ago but still so fresh in my mind.

***

my heart hammered against my ribcage as i stared up at the disheveled man crouched over me, a hand over my mouth as i tried to scream. as the man shushed me, repeating “it’s me- it’s victor,” i glanced to my left to where evan lay next to me in the small trailer bed, to find him in the same position. calming down enough to have coherent thoughts, the man’s words registered; it was evans brother who had been missing for 2 years.

evan and i had started dating in high school, when i was a junior and he was a senior. i worked at the local library while evan went to school to become a paramedic, and although i suggested we get an apartment together after he graduated, evan said he needed to stay close to his dad; so the trailer it was. his brother victor was in iraq at the time, but i had met him when he returned, and although we were never close, he was always nice to me.

“wake up! it’s me victor- it’s me. it’s me.” victor whisper-yelled, and evans eyes were as wide as mine as he looked over at me to see if i was okay. he looked back at his brother as he spoke again

“i need your help just for tonight; no questions. load the boat and the truck,bring enogh gear for two days out. bring the guns and plenty of ammo. and don’t tell dad,” he ordered evan, and finally removed his hands from our mouths.

“wait, what about miranda-“ evan started to ask, but victor interrupted him.

“no questions,” he repeated, and then looked at me. “she stays here. she doesn’t need to be part of this.”

“i want to help-“

“no you don’t. i promise.” victor insisted, despite my protests. twenty minutes later, after victor had showered and shaved off the long mop of hair and beard he had grown, they were gone, evan leaving me with a kiss on my forehead, and no idea where they were going.

***

“evan-“

“noooo!” he shouted as he jolted upwards, sitting up in bed now, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. my hand rested on his bare shoulder, his body radiating warmth despite the cold temperature.

“it’s okay- you’re here with me. you’re safe,” i assured him, my hands gently cupping his face. he sighed deeply, his eyes closing as he regained his awareness of what was reality and what was not. evan’s arms snaked around me, pulling me into his lap, and burying his face in the crook of my neck. i held him tightly, listening to his heartbeat as it started to slow back down to a normal pace. the moonlight shined through the small window in the kitchen area of the trailer, at the perfect angle to reflect off of evans exposed back. i gently ran my hanger over the large horizontal scar that ran across his shoulder blades, being highlighted by the light. evan shivered under my touch, and i apologized under my breath.

“no it’s okay- your hands are just cold,” he explained softly, his voice muffled as his lips ghosted over the skin of my clavicle. i continued tracing the path of the scar.

evan had told me about that night, not at first, but soon after he came back. knowing what i knew was enough to understand that the horrors of that house would haunt him for a long time. something truly evil had been at that old farmhouse, and evan felt guilty that they had been unable to save the family that lived there.

***

i had come home from work one day to find evan with maps and history books spread out over the table, drawing lines and connecting them in a strange pattern.

“hey ev, what are you doing?” i asked, stepping closer to look over his shoulder at the papers.

“just mapping out deer hunting locations,” he lied; never in the eight years that i had known evan had he ever gone hunting. i wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my head against his back.

“please don’t lie to me, evan,” i pleaded softly. he sighed in response, before shimmying out of my grip and stepping to the side slightly so i could better see the table. “what is all this?”

“at that house- there was this rune stone in the ground; it’s what the nazis were looking for. they thought it’s what could grant them immortality,” he explained. he had told me this before, and i urged him to go on. “that wasn’t the only house that had a stone-“

“evan..no-“ i begged, knowing where this was going.

evan lived to help other people, it was his job, and then he would come home and take care of his dad. i tried to convince evan to let me help with his dad, but evan always refused, saying he had it under control. i think he was trying to protect me from his fathers verbal abuse, but i hated that he had to still deal with it after all these years. evan did everything for his dad and all he got in return was yelling and swearing, and his dad saying he wished evan had gone missing instead of victor. i was furious when i heard him say that, but evan held me back from saying anything to the old man, saying it wasn’t worth it and he would forget it by the morning.

“these people need help, mandy, and i know how to help them now,” he insisted. “nevermind the damage that could be caused if even one of these stones was used. i have to destroy them.”

“YOU do not have to do anything. this isn’t your burden-“

“who else is going to do it? the government isn’t gonna believe in undead nazis or magic rocks, miranda, you know that.”

“then let me help you,” i begged.

“no way- i couldn’t bare something happening to you-“

“and how do you think i feel about you? i can’t lose you, evan; you’re all i have.” tears started to form in my eyes as i spoke. evan sighed, pulling me into his arms.

“okay….okay,” he caved, rubbing circles on my back as i held him tightly. “here’s what i know so far,” he began to explain, gesturing to the map.

***

that night was only a week after evan came back home, and as much as he tried to convince me that he was fine, i knew he was still shaken from what had happened. the nightmares started the first night, and had continued ever since. they weren’t every night anymore, but still happened at least once a week. i had learned that the best thing to help calm him down was to just hold him close, so that’s what i did.

“you’re okay- you’re safe.” i murmured, my hand travelling from his shoulder blade down his arm, to wear the mark of dog teeth were still visible from when he’d been bitten. gently outlining the scar there as well, evan sighed deeply, relaxing finally as he gently placed a kiss on my shoulder.

“i love you,” he whispered, kissing up my neck until he pulled back to look at me. “i’m sorry for waking you up.”

“evan, it’s okay,” i promised, kissing his lips lightly before he repeated the action, deepening the kiss as his arms tightened around me. he laid back down on the bed, pulling me on top of him without breaking the kiss. his hand went to the back of my head and his teeth nibbled at my bottom lip. i whined as his other hand slid up the back of my shirt, sending a shiver down my spine as he rolled us over, now on top of me.

my arms went around his shoulders, my fingers feeling the rough texture of the scar on his back once again.

“i love you too,” i whispered against his lips, and he smiled. “you’re safe with me.” i assured him.

“i know.” he replied, kissing my forehead, before rolling off of me and pulling me towards him, my back pressed against his chest. his arms were tight around me, as if clinging to his only lifeline keeping him grounded in that moment.

“do you want to talk about it?” i asked; i always asked. he usually didn’t, but tonight he was willing to share, although still with some hesitation.

“i don’t want to scare you,” he spoke softly, his voice close to my ear.

“you won’t,” i promised, and he was silent for a moment before he said anything.

“…there was so much blood,” he started. “victors, mine- someone else they had tied up there. i couldn’t save him,” he recalled.

“it’s not your fault, evan.”

“i don’t know how victor survived for two years. i couldn’t even-“ he stopped.

“evan-“ he ignored me again.

“i have to help those other people.” he said.

“i know- we’re going to,” i assured him. in a few days we would be leaving for a road trip to go to another house that had a rune stone on the grounds. “but tonight you need to sleep.” thankfully he laughed lightly. “did you tell victor?” i asked.

“no, he would try to stop us from going.” i could tell he was starting to fall asleep again, as his voice was deeper now. “you’re right, we should try and get some sleep.” he pressed another kiss to my shoulder and pulled the blankets up higher around us.

“goodnight evan.”i hummed.

“goodnight baby.” he replied.

i knew i would never be able to understand the severity of what had happened to victor and evan, and i knew we were embarking on a dangerous journey. there was no guarantee that we would be able to destroy the other the stones, or even that they really were out there. there was no telling what would happen, but at least for now, i knew i would do everything in my power to keep evan safe; and i knew he would do the same for me.

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