#this is sending me over the edge i've lost all grasp on reality

[crowlixcx]

Vengaboys are back in town

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom by Vengaboys - The Brainrot Series

A truly cursed little companion piece to go along with this gifset for @thesherrinfordfacility because I really couldn't help myself

[5sospenguinqueen]

PULL ME BACK FROM THE DARKNESS ~ CATO HADLEY

PLOT: You and Cato fill in the missing pieces of each other. 

Warning: smut, m/f, hints at PTSD and depression, slight breeding kink if you squint, slight size kink.

I am not responsible for what media you choose to consume. If you cannot handle the contents of this or are too young, please do not read. It is your responsibility, not mine. 

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Wet strands of hair dripped down your back as your fingers nimbly worked at braiding them away from your face. Not yet fully dressed, you leant across the sink to gaze into the small mirror to see whether the top of the braid was flat. A click resonated throughout the room and you couldn't help the smile that sidled its way onto your face as the thudding of heavy footsteps filled your ears. The hulking figure of the man who had been your rock filled the doorway and you connected eyes with him through the mirror. Rough fingers replaced your hands as he smoothed out the tangles in your hair and expertly twisted the strands together. Once he was done, you couldn't help but admit that he had done a better job than you would have done yourself. Reminding you that he had younger sisters who he'd been forced to practice on, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before stripping for his own shower.

Sinking your teeth into her lip, you heard him exclaim in shock when the water came out cold instead of the usual lukewarm. Guilt made its appearance once more when you realised you had used up the hot water for the day. Plopping down onto the mattress, you closed in on herself as the memories that had plagued you all day took their toll on you. For so long you had been fighting – fighting for survival, fighting other children, fighting your own mind. Whilst your hands were no longer covered in blood, they would never be cleansed of the innocent lives you had taken.

Pulled from your thoughts as a bare chest entered your view, you bit her lip at the towel slung around his hips. How it didn't drop any lower was beyond you but you found herself almost willing it to slide down. Leaning into his touch as he placed his hand on the side of your face, you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Rough day, baby?"

You remained silent, relishing in his strength for a moment or two. All you wanted was to lie down and wait for the fight to pass. To wait for the moment when her mind would fall blank and the memories would cease to exist. Eyes connecting with Cato's, you realised you had disappeared inside your own head once again. Concern was written across his face until you reassured him that you were present in the room and not back in the arena. Both of you had spent too long plagued by the chaos that had followed you out of the arena. Thankfully, one of you was always there to be the tether to reality. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Cato from looking at her as if she was one crack away from irreparable. 

"Stop," she demanded. "I'm not weak enough to crumble from one bad day. I’ll get through it, just like I get through the rest.”

"Sweetheart, I never meant-."

"No, I know exactly what you meant. The next Games are fast approaching and my nightmares are coming on faster and darker but so are yours. Snow didn't break me. I'm not some fragile little doll that needs to be hidden away whilst the pieces are glued back together again. I am perfectly mentally capable of mentoring the next lot of tributes without having a breakdown.” 

"Indie, this isn't about me thinking you're not strong enough, this is about me not being strong enough! How can I look at these small children and send them to their death. I've already had to deal with losing them before."

Falling to his knees, Cato buried his head in your lap and allowed the tears to fall. Whispering soothing words, you ran your fingers through his blond strands. Teardrops slid down your own cheeks as you watched the strongest person in your life fall apart. Cato had been there for you since the moment you had been reunited after your were rescued from the arena after cutting down all those in your way. He had been there to catch you every time you stumbled. Watching him feeling so hopeless shook you and although you felt like curling up next to him and giving in, you knew it was your time to be there for him.

"Listen to me, we've made it through death and we've made it through separation. Baby, I am just as scared as you but I know that we're going to get through this together. We haven't made it this far just to lose now. You and me, together, Cato. Forever."

"You don't deserve this." Cato sniffled, brushing away his own tears. "You've been through so much, lost so much, I'm supposed to be there for you."

"Cato, I'm your partner, it's my duty to be there for you. We fight together or we don't fight at all. Don't forget that we're from Career Districts. We're always strong and we never lose. We will not allow these next Games to strip away the strength that we have left."

"Well maybe, for one night, we reward ourselves with the luxury of being weak. Just tonight, let's forget about this stupid war and just wallow in our pity. Please?"

And maybe it was the broken look on his face, the sadness swirling in the sky blue eyes, or the fact that forgetting about the future Games was all you wanted to do, you granted him the only thing he had ever asked of you. Snuggling into his comforting (still bare) arms, you allowed yourself to cry about your own pain. The tears that fell weren't for the fallen and all they had left behind, they weren't for the deaths of the future children you were about to witness, these were purely for how mentally exhausted and rundown you felt. Soft lips kissed away your tears. One warm hand rested on the cool skin of your hip, having slithered its way under the thin shirt you slept in.

With a small inhale, you pressed your lips to his whilst your hands snaked their way into his hair. Salt mixed with the taste of his tongue but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. A rumble echoed in his chest as his length pressed against you and he straightened, yanking you up with him. Spinning you around, Cato backed you up until you hit the wall with a bump. As his lips trailed down to your neck, you rested your head against the wall, back arching when Cato sucked on the sweet spot just below your ear.

"I love you," his lips traced the words down to the valley between your breasts before he wrenched the top over your head and threw it behind him.

Left hand reaching up to palm at your breast, his mouth wrapped around the nipple on the other one, tongue flickering over the hardened bud. Your breath hitched and you used your foot to deftly push the towel down and finally reveal what had been hidden from you. Exclaiming in shock, you scowled when Cato chuckled against you. When you reached down to grasp him, he gently bit your nipple but the action forced your hips against his and with one roll, he brushed against your clothed clit.

"Off," you begged, lifting your hips slightly away from the wall so that Cato could slide them down your shaky legs.

Fingers dancing along your legs, he reached down to cup your heat and one finger slid between your wet walls.

"I will never get sick of this," he groaned, watching as you bit your lip in pleasure.

Thumb rubbing your clit, he added another finger, watching as they plunged in and out of your slick heat. His name tumbled off your lips as your pleasure increased and Cato knew that that would be his favourite sound. If there was one sound that could banish the nightmares and dispel the darkness, it would be you crying his name as you tumbled over the edge, coating his fingers. Panting slightly, you pushed him away, revelling in the confused look on his face.

As you sunk to her knees, lust clouded his blue eyes until they were as dark as the sea in District Four on a stormy day. Hand wrapping around the base, you smirked as he hissed when your tongue licked a stripe from balls to tip. Mouth wrapping around his tip, you moved down ever so slightly before pulling back up. Hollowing your cheeks out, you sucked gently on his tip and was rewarded with a throaty groan as Cato bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

"So good to me, baby." Cato cursed, hand resting on your head as he pushed you down a little more.

Humming around him, you gagged when he jerked slightly and his dick hit the back of your throat. One hand gently fondled his balls and Cato swore before pulling himself away from you.

"As much as I love your mouth wrapped around me, I'd rather put my cock somewhere else."

Shivers skittered down your spine as his husky words were whispered in your ear and you found yourself being pulled of your knees before you were shoved against the wall face first. Large hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and you smiled knowing Cato remembered just how you liked it.

"Always so tight for me," he grunted as he slid into you.

Cheek pressed against the cold concrete wall, you whimpered as your walls adjusted to the girth of him. Teasingly, he slowly entered inch by inch until his impatient girl backed up and enveloped the entirety of him in one quick movement. One hand braced on the wall, small grunts escaped his mouth as h thrust gently into you. Lips pressing a gentle kiss to the scarred back of his hand, you rested your head against his hand in a loving gesture. A primal instinct ignited in Cato at the sight of his partner so small and vulnerable, as you let down your guard and opened yourself up to him both emotionally and physically. The woman beneath him was always so strong and fierce that he couldn't help the dark chuckle that escaped as his body encompassed yours entirely as he pressed you further into the wall.

"Such a good girl. Take me so well," he praised, enjoying the little pants that left your mouth and with a shift of his hips, he coaxed a scream from you.

Unable to help the moans that tumbled from your mouth, you reached down to grab the hand that gripped your hip and pulled you against his cock. Love swelled within him as you held on tightly to him, begging him to go faster as you pleaded for her impending orgasm.

"I love you," you cried as stars exploded across your vision and your walls clenched him tightly.

At the feel of your orgasm, Cato burrowed himself in deeper and pounded harder into your sensitive walls.

"So close, Princess." Cato gasped, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his movements quickened as he sought release.

"Cum in me," you begged.

Not one to deny the woman he loved, Cato called your name as he stuffed himself inside you, hot cum painting your walls. Sensitive to his touch, you leaned back into his chest as his arms came around your waist and pulled you in for a loving embrace. One hand wrested flat on your belly as he whispered promises of having their own family but in a world where the Hunger Games didn’t exist. Naked and wrapped around one another, you could pretend for just a moment that you were a normal couple whose only issues were what to eat for dinner and how many children you wanted. Whimpering as Cato pulled out of you, you watched him wander into the bathroom in search of a washcloth.

Hand resting on your own abdomen, you wondered whether you would have end up with child. And, for the first time in your life, you found herself hoping you would. Struck by the aching pang within you, you realised that the life you had built with Cato had made you realise just how badly you craved a perfect family with the man you loved. In a world where they grew up safe and never needing to learn the ways to kill another person. 

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Loosely based on a scene from my Cato x OC story but details have been adapted to avoid spoilers. You can find the book Pugnator at;

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[imtryingmybeskar]

Finally, Chapter Twelve of Red Letter Day.

I'm sorry this has been such a long time coming. I dealt with some horrible shit in my personal life, I lost confidence in my ability to write this story and especially this chapter, I picked up the Christmas writing challenge to try to get my writing back on track and finally! It's here. Word count: 7574.

18+ ONLY! Immediate smut under the cut. Unprotected PIV, oral M! and F! receiving, biting and blood and lots of swearing.

"Fuck, Max!" you breathed, your hips rolling against him as you rode his cock, his spit-slicked thumb pressed against your clit. He was letting you do all the work, but fuck if it didn't feel amazing. He hummed lowly as his other hand grasped your breast, kneading it roughly before gently flicking his thumb over your perked nipple and sending a fresh jolt of electricity through you. "Oh god, Max. Max, I-I'm going to come. Fuck, don't stop...don't..." You trailed off, your head swirled and clouded with lust. Max's hand left your chest and slid its way down your body, around your stomach and waist, down to your lower back. You were so close, teetering on the edge of completion. His hand left your body entirely and then -

CRACK!

He simultaneously smacked your ass as you continued to ride him and the sensation within your dream woke you with a jolt, the potential of your coiling orgasm dissipating in the face of reality. You were still cuddled up to Max, your hand clutching at the t shirt he still wore and your leg now draped over his, your thigh almost touching the bulge of his cock which was currently extremely erect and looking distinctly squashed inside his sweatpants. A sleepy flush suffused your cheeks, at the memory of your dream, at the fact that you knew he could smell your arousal and that it had clearly made him achingly hard.

Max groaned. "Fuck, I can feel you blushing! Shit, that's so cute. Its so hot. You were making all these little noises too. Christ, what the fuck were you dreaming about? I mean, I can guess...God, you smell amazing-"

"Max-"

"I know, I know, keep my nose to myself, but sweetheart you're fucking pulsing. You're dripping. I can't...I mean...I have to go to the bathroom-"

As Max tried to push your leg away from him, you instead leant up over him on your elbows, looking down at how the moonlight through the gap in the curtains cast shadows over his beautiful face and turned his eyes into deep, obsidian pools. You didn't need him to tell you how slick you were, you could feel the heat and wetness between your thighs under the dressing gown.

"Are you sure you want to go to the bathroom?" you said, in a voice made slightly husky by sleep. Your voice sounded sexy. Too bad the question was so terrible. Max didn't seem to notice, his attention fully taken with you above him.

"I mean...I gotta...uh..." he gulped. "Take care of stuff."

"I know what you meant Max," you said with amusement. "Stay with me instead?" And without further ado you did straddle him, feeling the iron rod of his cock resting under you. "Unless I've misread every hint since the day we met and you don't wanna fuck me?" His cock jumped underneath you, pressing briefly against your clit and making you squirm on top of him.

"Oh no, I want you." His voice had suddenly regained its self assured, silky timbre now that he knew you were more than okay with his arousal, and it sent another thrill through you, as did the feeling of his hands stroking up your bare thighs.

"Good," you managed to whisper. "Because I want you too." Your hands were a little shaky as they undid the knot at the belt of the dressing gown, but Max's lust-filled groan as you bared your body to him made you feel more confident.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered. "I mean, you are anyway. But seeing all of you is just..." Heat of a different kind than embarrassment or arousal suffused your chest at his words, and you leaned down to kiss him tenderly and deeply.

"You gonna return the favour?" you asked between the meetings of your lips. He instantly sat up, moving you gently back to a seated position over his cock and ripped away his t shirt, revealing broad shoulders that were begging to be held on to. He took advantage of his positioning to trail his tongue over your neck, stopping briefly to kiss over your pulse, and then continuing down where he lapped softly over your nipple. You clutched his head to your breast and your hips rolled of their own violition, seeking more - more of him and more of what you wanted from him.

"Tell me what you were dreaming about?" he asked again as he softly kissed and licked you.

"You," you whispered.

"Hmmm," he hummed appreciatively. "And?"

"I was on top. I was so close. And then you smacked me on the ass and I woke up."

Max snorted and lifted his face from your chest, his peal of laughter escaping as he did. "Ok, so I'm guessing I shouldn't do that?" he chuckled.

"I didn't say that," you retorted, and Max bit his lip and narrowed his eyes at you.

"Ohhh I knew you'd be fun. From the start I knew, but especially ever since you got hot over the thought of me and another guy-" You stopped his cocky talk by pushing his head down against your breast again.

"Shut up, Max," you whispered tenderly.

Max shut up. He had no desire to take his mouth from your skin ever again if he was honest with himself. He had been observing the beautiful way you seemed to glow under the sliver of moonlight coming through a gap in the top of the curtains when he had felt the first wave of heat through you. At first he had been concerned - were you comfortable? Were you getting sick? Was it something to do with your cycle? Then your hand had twitched over his chest, and you had keened softly and shifted your thighs together ever so gently. His cock had responded before his brain, bouncing up at the duel sensations of feeling your pulse quicken and the scent of your arousal gathering.

He hadn't quite known what to do. He couldn't touch himself. That just felt...wrong. Besides, having you so close, he wanted you to touch him if anyone was going to. He was also loath to wake you, telling himself that you needed rest, despite the fact that your dreams were clearly anything but restful. In reality he couldn't bring himself to stop what he was enjoying so much, even less so after you suddenly slid one leg over his, trapping him and rubbing yourself against him - pushing your hips in tiny circular motions against his side. Your face was beautiful, the slack peace of sleep giving way to a little furrow in your brow, a little wrinkle of your nose, breathing tiny gasping moans through your mouth as you were experiencing...whatever it was that was pleasing you so much. Max dared not hope it was him, even after what you had shared between you the previous night. He still felt as if after all this time he might wake up from the dream of you next to him. Metaphorically speaking.

You startled awake after far too short a time. Or perhaps it was too long. Either way, Max's cock was almost painfully hard by this point, and he couldn't help the gushing words that flowed from him when you were conscious again. And suddenly you were there for real, straddling him and naked apart from the dressing gown that was now bunched around your lower back. He lifted you up at your waist and removed it, settling you back on him once more, the light grey of his sweatpants turned dark with a stripe of your arousal over his cock. He was running his nose and lips over your neck and shoulder, breathing in the intoxicating essence that was you when he detected a tiny blip - a little twinge of uncertainty and he drew back to look at you, his hands stroking over the soft skin at your waist.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I...its just its been a long time for me, Max. And I've never been with a vampire before. The way you just lifted me then, like it was nothing. Its a little intimidating if I'm honest."

"Do you want to stop?"

"Fuck no," you breathed. "I do want you. I just maybe need some...guidance with this? Is that the right word?"

"Man, it really has been a long time," he grinned up at you. "You see, when my dick gets hard like this it means-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Fuck you," you murmured against his lips.

"Well, yeah, hopefully" he smiled back. "Look, you're in control. We do whatever you want to do. I'm just fucking happy to be here." He tensed his cock on the last word so it pulsated against your clit and was rewarded with a throaty moan. He resumed his attentions to your chest.

"I just...I mean," you gasped, the words coming in fumbled half phrases in the glow of the sensations he was lavishing upon you. "Do you...feed? During?"

Max raised his eyes to you again, his fingers resuming the former path of his tongue on your nipples. "Only if you want that," he said, softly. "We can do some crazy shit if you want, with teeth or without. We can do missionary, all soft and slow. We can stay right here and I'll make you come like this. Or I'll eat you out for as long as you want me to. Or we can slow it down and stop altogether." He nosed along your jaw until his lips met yours again. "I told you. I'm just happy to be here with you." The bitter scent of uncertainly faded and was replaced with a rush of...something. Something indefinable to Max, but so overwhelming. He had experienced a hint of it once before. With Jennifer that one time in La Luna when he had taken her in the booth. But that was like comparing his pre-packaged meals to experiencing your blood welling over his tongue from your neck the night before. This was...huge. And blooming and encompassing and a little scary for him.

You looked into his eyes and smiled. "I want to fuck you. Now. Like this."

"Yes ma'am," he mumbled as he lay back, raised his hips and dragged his sweatpants down. "But can I make you come first? If its been a while, it might be better that way."

It was sweet, you thought. The way he was bragging about his cock and his prowess while not actually bragging. You had no doubt that he genuinely wanted to make you come first too, and that was all good. He sat back up, the both of you now fully naked against each other. The wetness from you had smeared over the hair at his groin as he had manoeuvred his sweatpants off, and now that he was rutting softly against you, the coarse hair was moving it over your lower belly, his cock trapped hot and thick and neglected between your bodies, the velvet skin of him sliding more wetly over your clit with every tiny roll of his hips. Your thighs felt trembly already. It was a little embarrassing how turned on you were.

"No," he murmured as he kissed over your neck. "Don't be embarrassed. I fucking love how turned on you are. Do you know how long I've wanted this?"

You exhaled a shaky laugh. It was still a little weird how he seemed to be able to read your mind through what scents and pheromones and heat your skin gave off. And a little scary that you had no choice but to be so open with him. "Since we met, I know."

He stopped and looked up at you again, running his thumb over your cheek. "No. I wanted to fuck you at first, yeah. But I don't mean that. I've wanted you - us - like this for so long. I've never...I told you I'm not good with feelings. But I need you to know that there's a reason I haven't fed from anyone for weeks. I only wanted you. It just didn't feel right with anyone else. And this...us being so close. It means more to me than just fucking." The crease in his brow deepened slightly as a thought seemed to strike him. "That is...I hope...is that too much? Is it too much if I ask if its the same for you? Shit, am I fucking this up-" You arrested his spiralling panic with another kiss.

"Stop talking and bite me," you murmured against his lips. He smiled widely and then drew back again.

"I can't promise I won't go all vampy," he said softly. "You make me wild. Literally."

You slid your lips from his, over his cheek and to his ear, so his mouth was at your neck. "Please," you murmured. "It feels so good. Ple-"

He bit. The sharp pain of his fangs sent a thrill through your body and your hips canted forward sharply without you even realising. Max moaned at your neck and licked over the wounds he had made, the pain subsiding into pure pleasure. His hands moved back up to your breasts and he rolled your nipples between his fingers, adding to the fever spiralling through your body. You clutched at his shoulders with one hand and held his head to your neck with the other, rolling your hips against him and rubbing your clit against his cock. He trailed his tongue over your neck and up to your jaw, and when he pressed his lips against yours, you could feel a slight smudge of your own blood cooling on your face, and didn't want to think too deeply about why even that added to your arousal.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured in between kisses. "You're fucking divine. I want to taste you everywhere. I want-" But what else Max was going to tell you he wanted do to you was supplanted by the unexpected arrival of your orgasm, moving slow and soft and sweet as you continued to chase sensation by rubbing yourself against his erection. "Fuck," he whispered again. "I said I want to make you come. And I still do if you'll let me?" His doe soft, big brown eyes searched yours, and you knew in that moment you would do anything he asked of you. You nodded your assent and he lay back on the bed and shuffled down a little, and you let him move you in the way he wanted until you were situated above his face. "Come here. Please," he pleaded.

You hesitated before lowering yourself down. "You won't bite me there will you?"

"Not unless you want me to," he answered, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Not for now. Though thigh biting sounds fun." His eyes and smile were full of desire as ran his hands up your thighs and to your waist, gently lowering you down on to his mouth. Your head tipped back in dizzied delight as his tongue met your clit and from the deep groans coming from under you, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were. He moved slowly and deliberately at first, licking delicately between your clit and your cunt and tasting your arousal and the aftermath of your orgasm. But soon he began to lose his discipline and control, lapping relentlessly at you, sucking your clit and dipping his tongue into you while his hands roved greedily and roughly over your curves and up to your breasts. The fact that he didn't need to come up for air, and the skill and enthusiasm with which he was manipulating your body combined to build you up and hurtle you over the crest of your second orgasm in no time at all. Max continued to bury his face in you even afterwards, holding you down by your thighs so he could taste you just how he wanted. A distant part of you really hoped that this hotel had soundproof rooms because you were all but screaming his name by the time two of his fingers plunged inside and curled perfectly to shoot fresh heat and sensation through your body. You were whimpering wordlessly and your thighs were trembling uncontrollably by the time you lifted yourself from him. His fingers were still inside of you and you groaned as he took them away and sucked them clean of your release, humming deeply with satisfaction.

"I wanted to do that since the day I met you. Better than your dreams." he stated, a degree of (warranted) smugness tinging his words.

You weren't able to form a reply, only to slide clumsily down his body until you felt his thick, damp cock under you again. You were boneless and your limbs felt heavy and as if they weren't under your control anymore.

"F-fuck Max," you panted, raking your nails through his hair as you looked down on him. "That was...fuck."

He kissed you, deeply, passionately, softly, and the taste of you on his tongue triggered a new wave of trembling arousal through you. He hummed again. "You want more? I can tell you do. Fucking insatiable. I love you."

The words were out before he could stop them. He could feel his eyes grow round with shock and apprehension of what would come next. Fuck. He had fucked this up. He knew it. It was way too much and it was definitely too soon. Except...you were looking at him with soft eyes and a beautiful smile playing over your lips and before he could add anything to what he had said or take anything back, you were kissing him and that wave of beautiful, mysterious, incomprehensible something that he had experienced before engulfed him again, even bigger than it had been but somehow now more in focus, more defined...Oh. That's what that was...

Before Max could react to this new revelation, you had grasped his swollen cock and were suddenly sinking down on to him. He resisted every urge he had to fuck up into you, instead grasping at the meat of your thighs and revelling in the slow slide of you holding him so tightly within, and the overwhelming of his senses by everything that was you. The moan that escaped as he filled you, the taste of your cunt still on his tongue, your soft skin under his fingers, the dizzying scents from you all coming together, and the expression on your face as he finally held you as close to him as he possibly could. When you had settled on him, you crooked a finger and he sat up, the changing position of his cock inside of you making you both groan a little.

You pressed your forehead to his and spoke more commandingly than he had ever heard you. "I want you to bite me as I come. I want to feel you everywhere, Max. I want you to taste what you do to me"

His cock twitched unexpectedly at your words. Fuck. So fucking perfect. Max didn't even realise he had spoken the words out loud until you smiled against his lips as he kissed you again. You were rolling your hips, fucking yourself on him, rubbing your clit against him again. He needed to calm down, else he would blow his load way too soon. Focus. On you. On getting you off. Because he knew that once he bit you again, there was no going back for him either. He held you steady on him, against his chest, and swivelled so he was sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor. He began to match your movements, meeting them with gentle thrusts of his own.

Fuck, he felt so good. It really had been a long time since you had been with anyone, but Max was good at this. As you had sunk down on him, his cock had stretched you in the best way and now...now he was fucking you softly and lovingly despite how much you could feel he wanted to be powerful and thrusting. You kind of wanted that too, for him to ruin you in the best kind of way, but this...this was too good to give up right now. His tongue was running gently over your own, his lips softly pressed against yours and his arms were wrapped around your back, holding you as closely to him as you could be. He leaned forward slightly, tipping you back a little over his thighs and when he thrust into you again he knocked against something inside that stole your breath and made your legs shake. The English language seemed to have abandoned you and all you could do was moan his name breathlessly and hope he understood.

He did. Your wetness was soaking his cock and hair, and his fingers too, once he trailed them down to your clit and began to rub tight little circles on you. The sound of your voice calling his name like that, like some sort of prayer, a plea for him to never stop making you feel how he was shot to his chest and back and spread a warmth all through him. Even without supernatural abilities, he would be able to tell you were close again. You were clutching him so tightly within you, and getting tighter and wetter. Your nails were raking his shoulders almost as a reflex, and the flush that had begun to spread over your chest was so, so beautiful. He rumbled a groan and did what you had asked him to, licking over the wounds he had made on you before reopening them and tipping you over into ecstasy.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Oh he had fed from people who were coming before, of course, but this was on another level. The sweetest, deepest, most intense flavours he had ever tasted danced across his tongue and flooded his mouth as you flooded his cock. He let himself be untethered, torn away by the tide of desire and the slap of his hips meeting your thighs grew louder as he plunged into you more and more forcefully. Your first orgasm was swiftly followed by another as he pounded against your sweet spot inside and his fingers swirled daintily over your clit, and a fresh set of flavours and smells filled his mouth and nose. He moaned against your skin as your cries of pleasure echoed against the ceiling and as the almost incidental feelings of his own swiftly impending orgasm grew and spread within him.

"Where?" he growled.

"Inside," you whimpered. "Want to feel all of you. Max, fuck, MAX!"

He tensed as he thrust even more quickly and strongly into you, the slap of your skin meeting his now mixed with the wet sounds from your cunt swallowing him again and again. He managed to tear himself away from your neck briefly to push you back even further on him and watch himself disappear into you, the evidence of your orgasms now smeared all over the base of his cock. The sight was too much and he moaned a loud curse as he came, the noise swallowed by his resumption of lapping against your neck. He couldn't take too much, he knew. He didn't want to hurt you, or make you weak or-

Your skin was goosepimpled, but not from cold. Max began to move away from your neck, but you snaked a hand up and tangled your fingers in his hair as you held him there, trusting him not to take too much, but wanting him to take all he desired. He was still inside you, still softly rolling his hips into you, chasing the last embers of the pleasure you had shared. You dropped your head and kissed his hair, holding him as close as you could. When he broke away from your neck, he had blood smeared over his cheeks, chin and lips, but you didn't care, and you kissed him deeply, softly while stroking his beautiful face. His vampiric face.

Max hadn't realised his face had changed. Not until he felt your fingers stroking over the enlarged ridge of his brow and the deeper creases in his forehead. He had a sudden urge to hide himself from you, bury his face back in your neck or chest until he looked like his human self again. But your eyes were dreamy and gentle as they looked upon him, and he let you look, let you feel, let you kiss over his skin. He would let you do whatever you wanted with him for eternity.

After he slipped out, you moved back on to the bed with shaky legs and lay down beside him once more. He moved behind you, so that he could cocoon his body around yours and wrap his arms around you fully. He held you to him like that for a long time, softly kissing your hair, your ear, your shoulders, your upper arms. Any part of you that he could reach, he brushed with his lips as if to reassure himself that you wouldn't disappear. It was soothing and comforting. And after how wonderfully thoroughly he had fucked you, your muscles were lax and your eyes heavy and you started to doze off. At least until his hand began to move over your stomach, down towards the still slick-soaked hair at your mound, his fingers slipping in between your legs and gently up until he reached your clit and ghosted over it with the pad of his finger.

"Max!" you giggled sleepily. He mumbled something indecipherable into your hair and continued his ministrations. "Max, I have to-mmm fuck- I have to sleep!"

"Sleep is for the weak," he breathed into your ear.

"Also for the living," you pointed out, turning over to him and kissing his nose and lips. "I have a big day tomorrow. Well...in a few hours. We've got to find out what those fuckers at Apex are up to."

"Ah Apex, Schmapex. Let's just spend the day here in bed. I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

It was unbelievably tempting. To just let go of everything - all responsibilities, all obligations. To just lie with him here and explore each other again and again. But he was in danger. As long as Apex existed he was vulnerable, and you couldn't have that state of affairs continue. He was yours, and you were his. He had rooted himself so deeply in your heart and you hadn't realised until now, until you had allowed yourself to physically let go with him. You loved him. And once this whole thing was over, you would tell him.

"...Is that a yes?" You suddenly realised that you had just been staring dreamily at him, your mind still a pink, fuzzy haze of post orgasmic wonderment and desire. He was smiling back at you, his beautiful grin a reflection of his own adoration.

"I won't let them have you," you found yourself whispering fiercely, stroking his cheek. "I won't let them hurt you, Max."

"I know," he murmured, holding you close to his chest. "I know, sweetheart." He kissed your forehead and inhaled the sweet, sleepy, sated scent of you. "Go to sleep," he instructed. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smiled against his skin, rubbing your cheek in small circles against his chest like you were trying to burrow your way into him. "You better be," you muttered blearily, unconsciousness starting to overtake you.

When you woke again, sunlight was streaming through the small gap at the top of the curtains, forming a warped triangle of light across the carpet and thankfully not across Max.

"Morning," he greeted you, his arms still holding you close to him.

"Morning," you echoed, and even though it had been you who was insistent on focusing on the tasks ahead, you couldn't resist running a hand down his body to feel his erection. He moaned softly above you at the feeling of your fingers trailing softly over his length and under to cradle his balls. "I just wanted to see if you get hard in the morning, even though you don't sleep," you said, cheekily.

"It helps that you're here with me and naked," he breathed. "And that I only fed a couple of hours ago-fuck."

Max was already embarrassingly close to losing control at the feeling of your hand now wrapped fully around his cock. You held him firmly, but stroked him leisurely, slowly, up and down, moving the wetness at his tip over his head. He could already feel the promise of it, the tension at his lower back and pelvis, and he exhaled a shaky breath as he tried to regain some composure.

You could feel him fighting to control himself and his pleasure and you gently broke out of his embrace, leaning over him as you continued to stroke his cock. "I want you to let go, Max," you announced. "I want you to come."

"But you-" he murmured.

"Don't worry about me," you replied. "Just relax."

He looked down at you, his eyes already looking black in the gloom of the room, the lustful twinkle within them stirring you further. "Please," he begged. "I want to taste you again."

You couldn't resist. Not when you knew how good he could make you feel. Not when he pleaded with you like that. You compromised, straddling his face again before bending forward over his body. Your breasts were squashed against his belly and you delighted in the muffled, quavering moan he released against your cunt as you swirled your tongue over the tip of his cock.

It was the best kind of competition - neither of you willing to let yourself go until the other had come, until you were sure they could feel as good as possible. Max won of course - the fact that he didn't need to breathe working hugely in his favour as he lapped and sucked at your clit, his clever tongue curling and teasing in the most staggering way until you were moaning around the gorgeous thickness of him, the vibrations of which almost made him lose control yet again. As his fingers pushed into you and took over stroking your clit he bit your thigh, restraining himself from devouring you entirely at the sensation of that soft, supple flesh. The feeling of his fangs tipped you over again and he finally got to taste that most prized elixir, that which he had been dreaming of for so long - your blood, electrified with the buzz of your orgasm mixed with the sweet musk of your arousal. It was immediately overwhelming and he followed you into bliss even before you had finished coming, the salty tang of him sharp and welcome on your tongue as you drank him down.

He held you again afterwards, his lips and hands softly stroking over your skin, and you didn't need his nose or abilities to feel the warmth and devotion of his love.

You suggested that you shower together, and you felt that the stupid, dopey grin that spread across his face when you did would warm you for weeks. He lathered you all over and stood behind you, massaging your breasts with his soapy hands and nuzzling at your ear and neck, his cock hardening at your back once again.

"There's something I wanted to ask you," he murmured into your ear, the low buzz of his words making you shiver and goosepimple even under the steaming water. You hummed, both in appreciation of him there, with you and surrounding you, and as an invitation for him to keep talking. He trailed one hand over your torso and round to your upper back where he began tracing a familiar pattern. "When did you get this?"

"About ten years ago," you smiled. "Way before we knew vampires were a real, proper thing."

"Seems like maybe we were destined for each other," he suggested, still in that low voice. Before you could reply, his knee was nudging your thighs apart and he was crowding you up against the cool, tiled wall, greedy for even more of you. He moved his lips with the utmost reverance over the tattoo on your back as he breached you, kissed each individual bat that flitted across the misty moon.

After you were both dressed, you took a moment to take him in. It was a little bizarre, seeing him in work clothes, being in your own familliar pencil skirt, shirt and suit jacket and yet feeling completely different to how you had the last time you had been together dressed like this. So much had changed so quickly...You smoothed the lapels of his suit and felt the muscles of his upper arms under the guise of brushing the arms of his jacket down before meeting his gaze.

"A little weird, huh?" he commented, echoing your thoughts.

"A little," you replied. "Though I always thought you looked handsome in your suits."

"You know you could have had me any time," he smiled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"I'm glad I waited until I did," you confessed. "I can't imagine anything being better than last night."

"I told you," he said smugly as he kissed you.

"Don't start with the cocky vamp shit again," you said warningly, "Or that night will be the last night!" He must have seen the twinkle in your eye because he merely smiled and kissed you again.

"Come on," he said, heavily. "We have to go before I decide to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless instead."

A spark of arousal rolled around your belly and he grinned again at the reaction he had elicited. "Not fair!" you protested. "I only know when you're turned on because of this." You grabbed firmly at his stirring cock and he let out a small breath of surprise and thrust lightly into your touch, his hands already reaching for your breasts...You reluctantly released him and stepped back. "But you're right, we have to go now or we never will."

"Stupid fucking vampire hunter bastards," you heard him mutter as he adjusted his bulge. He looked up at you again and his beautiful dark eyes pinned you where you stood. "But when this is all over and we get back..." He trailed off, both wanting to verbalise and catalogue everything he wanted to do to you while also knowing it would delay and impede you further.

"When we get back," you echoed, kissing him again.

Max hired a nondescript, middle-value car, reasoning that it was likely Nicole had given them the details of what he drove and it wasn't long before he was driving down the street where Apex was based. The building they were housed in was beautiful in a very modern sort of way - the front reminiscent of a shard of glass stuck into the sidewalk. The surrounding area was a mixture of hipster cafes, pop up restaurants and shabby decades-old businesses that the encroaching gentrification hadn't quite been able to remove. He parked in an alley at the back of the building that looked as if it had come straight out of a Batman comic - all brickwork and trash-covered asphalt. A fire door with peeling blue paint was open a fraction back there, a door stopper wedged between the frame and the door itself, surely contravening fire regulations. A multitude of cigarette butts scattered over the ground gave a clue as to why this door was propped open when it shouldn't be and you silently thanked the nicotine habit of whomever was inside for allowing you to bypass the front desk in this way.

"I'm still not happy about this," Max said dubiously.

"I know, but its the only way to figure out what's going on," you said as you donned the dark blonde wig and adjusted it to your liking as you looked in the tiny mirror above the passenger seat. "They will definitely know your face. Maybe they won't know mine."

"And if they do?" he asked, a slightly desperate edge of fear in his voice that you had never heard before. "What if they recognise you and you get caught and-"

You stopped his protests with a brush of your thumb over his lip. "I'll be fine," you assured him. "I'll be back before you know it." Then, more to distract him than anything else you added, "In the meantime why don't you look back over the files we gathered, Mr. Philips?" You made your voice as sultry and alluring as possible on the last two words and a strangled whine escaped Max's lips.

"Shit," he groaned. "Fine. Just...promise me you'll call me that again later on." You grinned and kissed him and he caught your arm just before you opened the car door. "Please be careful," he said softly.

"I will," you promised, and stepped out of the car.

The stairwell you hurried up was a lot nicer than the one at Max's office. The lights worked properly for one thing, and it smelt of disinfectant instead of despair and old socks for another. The plan was to head for the break room. It was approaching lunch time and at a company this size there was bound to be someone in there that you could try to subtly get information out of, pleading that it was your first week and that you didn't know any better. While there you could observe - if there were cameras and where, how much security there was, the basic layout of the place, if any areas needed proper ID cards. It wasn't a foolproof plan, in fact there were about a hundred things that you could think of that could go wrong, but Max had been so freaked out about doing this in the first place that you hadn't wanted to share your own fears with him.

You pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to think too deeply about Max right now because you would become distracted from your tasks. Last night had been a complete one-eighty in regards to what you had been feeling for the previous few months...Well, that wasn't strictly true. You had been feeling more well disposed toward him for a few weeks, the desire to have him closer and closer to you growing and burning within you. And it was undeniable now, how right it felt to be near to him, to kiss him, to have him inside of you, to welcome his fevered, loving words in your ear and against your mouth. When he had told you to be careful, the unspoken addendum had hung between you - "I can't lose you so soon after finding you." You knew because the same feeling was within your heart, a fear that you were walking a tightrope by engaging with Apex and that Max would pay the price. But the alternative was to wait for them to come to him, and that was intolerable to you both.

Exhaling your fears and anxieties out, you smoothed your skirt and wig and ensured your fake ID was clipped to your skirt where it would be visible, but not draw too much attention. Floor 5. Plucked at random but you had to start somewhere. You pulled the heavy door toward you and slipped into the office network beyond.

Max, meanwhile, was a riot of emotion. It was like everything he had ever pushed away or tried not to feel or even just been indifferent about was all coming together, and his feelings were now blossoming through him in a springtime of new horizons. He hated it, and loved it at the same time. You were with him. You had allowed him to be with you in the most intimate and beautiful of ways and he never wanted to be without you that way again. He had never really understood how sex was supposed to feel different with different people. Of course, all bodies were different and reacted differently, with different sounds and tastes. But for Max the goal had always been to make his dick feel good, and usually that came after he put it somewhere warm and wet. Everything else was pretty secondary. What he had experienced with you...the old part of him hated to even think it, but you and he had made love. That was the only phrase for it. The emotions that had welled from him and joined and then enhanced the physical sensations of his body against yours was like nothing he had ever experienced. The tides of ecstasy that had ebbed and flowed, the blanket of love that had wrapped around you both as he gave you your pleasure again and again...it had been so pure, so enrapturing. So addictive. He hadn't even cared that you hadn't told him you loved him back. The old Max would have pouted and fussed and taken it as a slight. Now he was just overjoyed that you seemed to be happy that he loved you. And he did. Deeply and completely.

And now the other side to that coin - the cold-fingered anxiety that wormed its way into his chest and touched his heart. The feeling that you were in danger, that he had to rescue you, but knowing that wasn't part of the plan, that he had to let you do what you needed to and not interfere was driving him crazy. The thought that he might lose you so soon after discovering you was unbearable. The love he held for you was complete and encompassing, but that love allowed fear for your safety to be forefront in his mind in this situation. He glanced at his watch. It had been an hour and a half. Too long, surely, for a quick reconnaissance mission. How long should he wait? He should have set a time limit for this. He should never have let you go in alone. He should have convinced you to stay in bed, shut out the world and lie with him in bliss instead...

The blue fire door swung open and - thank fuck! - there you were. Unharmed, gorgeous as ever even without your natural hair showing, and smiling at him in a way that made heat bloom in his chest again. You got in the car and before you could say anything, he leaned across and kissed you, his tongue sliding softly over yours as he revelled in being near to you again. Your heart rate kicked up a notch as he did and a smug little smile graced his lips.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he drew back. "What did you find out?"

"I'm fine," you nodded. "And I have good news and bad news."

"What's the bad?"

"Most areas in there are only accessible by staff ID. You need a keycard to get in almost anywhere."

"Shit. What's the good news?"

"I think I have a way to get a staff ID."

When you didn't immediately elaborate, Max gave you a shrewd look. "Am I going to hate this next bit?" he asked.

"Yup," you said bluntly. "I was asked to go to a local bar tonight by one of the guys in there. If I get him drunk enough, I can-"

Max was shaking his head throughout your sentence. "Uh uh," he replied. "Fuck no. Too many unknown variables there. It's too risky. But if I come along and keep out of sight, maybe I can follow him to the bathroom or something. Pull the same trick I did with Michael and get his ID off him. But if I do that, we'll have to come back here tonight. The longest I ever made Michael sleep was about three hours. We'll have to hope that's enough time."

"We'll make sure it's enough time," you reassured him.

"So...is this like a date?" Max asked, trying to keep his voice carefully neutral. "For you and this guy I mean. Was he...did he...ask you out?"

"Jealous?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Yes," Max nodded immediately. "Absolutely."

You smiled and took his hand. "I don't know if he thinks its a date, and I don't care," you said. "This is a means to an end. Exactly the same as you and Michael. I'm just there to steal his stuff. It would probably make me feel better if you were there to be honest. Just in case anything goes badly sideways."

"Okay," Max sighed, elongating the last syllable. "Fine. Let's go do this!"

"Actually, we have about...three hours before I'm due there," you said, looking at the clock on the dashboard. "So why don't you drive somewhere a little less conspicuous and I can cross another first off the list." In response to his quizzical look, you clarified. "I've never had sex in a car ever, let alone with a vampire. But maybe no biting this time? My neck has healed from last night but we probably shouldn't take any chances." Max was already buckled up and had started the engine by the time you were halfway through the sentence.

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

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tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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