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quinloki · 1 year

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Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

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CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Summary: You're employed as an Internal Coordinator in the West Branch of Rain Dinners in Grandline Metro. You're well-aware your boss is the Warlord Sir Crocodile, but your sixty days is almost up on the popular dating website Cult of Personality, and you're looking forward to meeting the person you've been talking to for the last sixty days. (This makes it sound way fluffier than it is, oops.)

Chapter 1: The Nitty-Gritty

You smile at the sound of the message popping up on your computer. You'd been chatting online with someone for the last couple months, and after getting to know one another through your shared likes and dislikes, you'd finally decided to meet. You've avoided sharing photos, or even having a conversation on the phone, but all of that had been the point of the website you'd both found yourselves using.

Cult of Personality was a quirky singles site that focused on people getting to know one another purely through interests. The idea behind it was that you could get to know someone without those pesky instincts getting in the way – no getting swept away by someone's voice, or getting too focused on their appearance (for better or worse). Instead, you spent at least sixty days communicating by text through anonymous proxies. If anyone said something that was a deal-breaker during that time, then there were no messy fallouts to deal with.

The connection would be severed without you knowing enough about the other to be able to locate them. The system was even designed to automatically censor location names, so people couldn't accidentally give themselves away. The only thing the service did with location information was use it to randomly match people who were within 100km of one another.

It was great for people who didn't really want to fill out tons of questionaries, or worry about uploading photos, or dealing with talking about themselves.

For you it was nice because after a few failed relationships, and with a job that took a lot of your time, it was an easy way to get yourself back into the whole idea of dating.

As your luck would have it, you found someone who you enjoyed "talking" to after only a couple tries. You had even admitted that you looked forward to your conversations and had been pleasantly surprised to find out he did as well. It was reassuring to know that things weren't one-sided, and shortly after that you'd both started making plans to meet up once the 60 days was completed, and the site gave you the option to lift the automatic censoring.

You had preemptively decided on a Saturday lunch meeting, just in case you were at the edges of the 100km diameter that the site utilized. Better than trying to make a dinner reservation on a Friday after work, and ending up in a panic if one of you were to be stuck in traffic.

The restrictions lifted tomorrow, Wednesday, and as you got ready for work you were humming to yourself.

In Grandline Metropolis, amidst it's 600,000 sq km of land, you worked for one of the seven Warlords who oversaw the second circle of the city. While you knew Mr. Crocodile was a warlord, you weren't directly connected to the city's underground. You knew about the city's underground because you were school friends with people who had ended up in that life, and you still kept in touch. But, like most of the employees of the Rain Dinners – the casino/restaurant/hotel chain with five locations around the Grandline Metro – you weren't a part of the underground directly. There were people closer to Mr. Crocodile who probably had ties to stuff like that, but you were just the secretary to one of the mid-level casino floor managers of the West location, just outside White Beard's territory.

Buggy was, well, buggy. He seemed to be constantly under a lot of stress, but he wasn't a terrible boss. He had a decent sense of humor, was easily brought into focus, and often went out of his way to make sure the people under him were doing well. He was a bit selfish, but whenever someone needed to be legitimately let go, you always had to come to him with well-documented, irrefutable proof. While that could be annoying in some cases, it was also reassuring that he wasn't letting people come and go without being sure there was nothing else to be done for it.

"Hey boss, I won't be available this weekend." You explain, handing over another paper for Buggy to review. "So if something goes wrong you'll have to call Alvida."

"Are we expecting anything unusual this weekend?" He questions calmly.

"No, there's no big events, and Alvida's already aware I'll be unavailable." You're kind of surprised to see Buggy this calm. Usually, he was a complete mess when you took vacations or called out sick.

"Alright, (Y/N), just make sure to let Alvida know that Galdino's going to be the one reaching out. I'm off this weekend as well."

Ah, that explains why he's so relaxed. You muse. After a moment's thought you flinch. You hadn't exchanged names with the person you were meeting this weekend. Statistically, it was improbable that it was Buggy, but it wasn't impossible either. Well, if it was him, you couldn't let your professional assessment of him color how he was in his private life.

"I'll let her know." You assure him flatly, taking back the last of the documents and reorganizing them quickly on his desk. "Your meetings are light today, and tomorrow you have the Staff Luncheon to attend."

Buggy flinches. "Right."

"It's at our branch this month, Buggy."

Your boss sighs. "That's the problem."

You laugh. "It is harder to 'accidentally' miss it due to traffic when it's here."

"You're being a little too flashy, Miss (Y/N)." He grumbles.

"And yet you still appreciate me." You quip, giving him a smile before walking out to get back to your own work.

The rest of your work day went smoothly. You coordinated with Galdino and Alvida about the weekend, making sure they knew that neither you nor Buggy would be available. Alvida had raised an eyebrow over it, since she knew you'd been signed up on Cult of Personality. You had filled her in on your plans for the weekend before now. You were still pretty sure it wasn't Buggy, but she made you promise her that if it turned out to be him you would let her know immediately.

Alvida had her quirks, and she could kind of mean in that haughty beauty sort of way, but she wasn't malicious or cruel. You'd shared a few drinks outside of work, and mainly she just enjoyed drama and gossip.

Getting home you went through your after-work routine. Peeling off your work clothes you slipped into sweats and a t-shirt, made yourself something easy, and relaxed with an episode of your favorite show while you ate. Afterward you checked your messages and settled into the dating website.

You: One more day \o/

Him: I'm glad your enthusiasm hasn't waned.

You: At this rate I'm worried I'll be exhausted come Saturday. I'm really looking forward to this.

Him: Plans can be easily adjusted if need be.

You: Joking aside, I'm sure I'll manage. Though, I have to admit that today has caused me to be very curious about something. >_>

Him: Oh?

You: Well, it seems my boss at work has requested this weekend off as well. O_O

Him: Ah-ha. Did you request your time off today?

You: I did.

Him: Then I wouldn't worry. I didn't have any of my employees request time off to me directly today.

You: Oh good.

Him: My condolences to your boss.

You: lol he's not a bad guy, but that would've been incredibly awkward.

Him: It would've been a mark against you wanting to meet someone new, as well.

You: You're not wrong.

You: Admittedly, I wouldn't hold it against you if we did know one another.

Him: That's reassuring. Though, if I do know you, then I have done myself a great disservice for not knowing you well enough until now.

You feel yourself blush despite it all. It was nice to be appreciated for your, well, you-ness, and not for anything else. You let him know you appreciated the sentiment and the two of you talked about nothing and everything off and on for the rest of the evening.

Tomorrow was going to be the longest Wednesday to ever dare to exist, not just because you were looking forward to getting home before you'd even left for work, but also because the monthly staff luncheons always made the days feel longer when they were at your branch. It wasn't nearly as bad when Buggy was ushered out and into a different branch for the event, but every 5th month it meant your casino was filled with important people.

Important people like to feel important, so there were all sorts of extra protocols and fine moving parts to worry about. The hardest part was going to be dealing with the Billions. The people who were only just barely important and wanted to make sure no one could possibly forget it. The Baroque Works staff would be there as well, and if things went well, after the initial meet and greet, all you would have to worry about was filling Buggy's shoes while he was busy at the Luncheon.

. . . . .

You: Good morning, I can't stay on and talk much right now, there's an event at work I need to be in early for. Looking forward to talking to you tonight!

Him: Much anticipated.

The drive into work was faster than usual since you had left a couple hours earlier and traffic was nonexistent. You got into work and got all your normal morning work done before the doors had even opened. Alvida and Galdino were in almost as early and you set them to work organizing the cleaners and preppers. Surfaces that had been polished the night before were polished again just to add a little more luster.

There were three times as many valets available today, to deal with the influx of VIPs, and almost every member of staff was working. People were rotated in and out on tables more often as well to keep every extra sharp. Extra areas had been opened in the back to accommodate people being able to lounge between there active table times so they could recharge properly. It was an untenable schedule every single day, but everyone came together to make it work for the Luncheons.

When the owner, Mr. Crocodile arrived, everyone lined up to greet him. It was the only time all the staff stopped what they were doing to greet a guest. Nothing was said, but everyone lined up neatly in the lobby and bowed slightly as he entered. As far as you knew it wasn't even something he had requested, one of the Numbers had demanded it at their branch some years ago and the tradition stuck.

Frankly, if you ever learned who Mr. Nine was, you would happily punch the lout right in his nose for suggesting it. Fortunately, Mr. Crocodile didn't linger in the entry way, and strode quickly through. Considering he was just over 7', he had an impressive stride. Aside from the company photo, and the occasional glance in the hall when the luncheons were held at your branch, all you ever saw of him were his shoes.

When you first started working at Rain Dinners you'd had a little crush on him, but from the way things went for most of the staff, everyone had a little crush on him. He was the least eccentric of the Warlords, far as you were aware, and the man had style. Most of the ladies swooned over him and half the of the men on staff did as well.

He wasn't much older than you either. Far from the youngest of the Warlords, he was just over 30 and doing remarkably well for himself. He was barely of legal gambling age when he started the first Rain Dinners, and within three years there were 5 of them in the Grandline Metro alone.

With the owner gone, everyone burst into action and the several moments later the casino came alive as the doors opened to the public and the day began properly.

Only eight more hours to go before you could start making proper plans for the coming weekend.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere

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script-a-world · 2 months

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Do you have any ideas on how to world build a massive overpopulated city but it isn't dirty or in shambles. Basically, everything is neat, clean and works well. Just a massive population density. I'm thinking 30k people per km2 with a total area of 1200km2. When I find images or descriptions of such high density populations I often see buildings that kind of look all rundown and slummy (not to mention high crime rates and poor if not in poverty) Or is that like.. impossible if you have such a massive crowd in one spot?

Tex: “Overpopulated” implies “more residents than the infrastructure can accommodate”. What’s considered dirty or in shambles is the result of a garbage disposal system that isn’t structured to the amount of residents + guests (tourists, relatives, holiday-goers, etc). To have a city or other area properly equipped with the amount of employees to maintain sanitation and employees to repair buildings degrading over time, it must have properly-allocated funds, and enough of it. This is at its core a governance and taxation issue, not a morality issue of “just don’t make it dirty”. Crime and poverty are the natural result of neglect by one’s government, both at a local and larger level, which requires a lot of forethought in the amount of space an individual needs to live in private and public spaces.

Utuabzu: I’m going to assume you want a prosperous city with very high density. Happily for you, there are many examples of this in the real world. Density occurs when the demand for living/working space in an area is greater than the physical space available, meaning it is worthwhile to create more space by building upwards. This naturally occurs in the centres of all cities, because proximity to one another is a big draw for both people and organisations. In the absence of any limiting factors, this is usually counterbalanced by cost making it cheaper to build outwards and simply accept longer travel times, resulting in a relatively gradual gradient of density from rural periphery to urban core.

You get greater density when there are limiting factors on outward expansion. These can be geographic, like in the case of Singapore, Hong Kong and Manhattan (all islands), legal, like in the case of Vancouver, London and many other cities (laws and policies preserving green belts or valuable farmland), or political, such as was the case for Hong Kong and still is for Singapore (an international border acting as a constraint). Often it’s more than one of these. While places like Kowloon Walled City can exist - and it in particular is a very interesting case study in urban form - for the most part very high density occurs when people want to live and work somewhere, which usually means it’s a pretty nice place to be (at least in comparison to the other options anyway). Tokyō is the world’s largest city, with 36 million people (11 million more than the entire continent of Australia), but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone accuse it of being dirty or in a shambles.

It is also worth noting that density doesn’t necessarily look like skyscrapers towering overhead. Paris has a population density of almost 25k/km² when one excludes the outlying woodland park areas, and is predominantly mid-rise buildings. The 11th Arrondissement of Paris outdoes what you ask for, with a population density just under 40k/km², and is mostly historic midrise buildings. Other European cities like Barcelona, Naples and Thessaloniki have a similar development pattern, largely due to having been built mostly before elevators existed or were commonplace, which naturally limited building heights to around 5 to 6 floors (any higher becoming increasingly impractical for the sheer number of stairs).

Feral: The International Residential Code has the minimum size required for a house to be 120 sq ft/11.1 sq m. That’s a pretty standard secondary bedroom size in suburban USA. Your population density would have one person per 33.3 sq meters, which sounds great except that doesn’t account for any non-residential use space. Given your desire for the entire city to be exceptionally well-maintained, free of crime, and presumably a wonderful place to live, that means you need great air quality, multiple green spaces, art, food, entertainment. And your city’s overall size is massive. It’s 20.5 times the size of Manhattan, 11.3x the size of Paris, and 1.6x the size of Singapore - to name a few of the cities brought up in previous answers. This kind of sprawl does not make for good urbanization - just ask the city of Los Angeles, which is almost exactly the same overall size as what you’re aiming for but has a tenth of the density.

A few articles to get you started on density, urbanization, and sprawl:

Cities Really Can Be Both Denser and Greener by Emma Marris

Is There a Perfect Density? By Michael Lewyn

When is density good, and when is it harmful to cities? By Philip Langdon

Making cities more dense always sparks resistance. Here’s how to overcome it. By David Roberts

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zaeliaeve · 1 year

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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 [𝓚.𝓜] 𝟏𝟖+ Chapter 3

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warnings: oral sex, vaginal sex, size kink, and daddy kink.

It's fair to say most people would take a wealthy man's money if given the opportunity.

If you add him being in a relationship and having an affair the option to take the money would seem obvious, but for some reason, it wasn't. It was a kind gesture but it was one that felt sleazy taking for Bianca.

Bianca pondered on how to approach the situation and landed on a simple text; one that she didn't really expect him to respond to given his recent moody state of mind. How could one man go from coming in your mouth, to ignoring you like you never existed, and then giving a blank check with flowers that same day? It was hard to keep up with.

Even through all of that, she didn't want to stop anything between them. If anything she craved it more. She pressed her thighs together just thinking about Kylian emptying himself down her throat. Kylian was like a drug.

It was everything about him. His wide friendly smile, his strong broad shoulders, his low sensual voice. It was hard not to be drawn to him.

Although Kylian's behavior was odd she understood it. This was a consequence of being with someone who already has someone they're giving their time and attention to and have for years before her. Camille was the mother of his child and nothing could change that.

Bianca still felt she should show her gratitude even if she wasn't going to take him up on the offer. It was only right.

The only reason Bianca had managed to get Kylian's number was because they would message each other their lunch orders when they needed to. They had only messaged once or twice outside of those terms.

She could only imagine how awkward it would be for Camille to stumble upon his phone and find texts with his secretary. What would she say? How would she feel?

But under these circumstances, it seemed appropriate.

B: You didn't have to do that but I really do appreciate it. Thank you for your kindness, I really needed it today.

Bianca hadn't had time to dwindle on the subject after she sent the text because she spent the next hour on the phone with her mother, completely distracted from anything else. As she was hanging up, her phone vibrated.

KM: I wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy your trip and spend time with your family. Bring back another one of your sister's scarves, Ariella spilled red apple sauce all over mine last month.

She laughed and buried the lower half of her face deeper into her pillow, ignoring the tinge of internal guilt at the mention of his daughter.

B: I'm not going, but I'll have her send another one through the mail.

Surprisingly, he messaged back quickly.

KM: Why not? Do you think I haven't noticed you scrolling through your mom's pictures on Facebook when you're supposed to be working? This is all you wanted

B: I want to go more than anything but I'm not taking your money. I'll be able to go in a few months after I finish paying off my engine. Also, how did you get my address?

KM: I definitely broke a few company policies for you, I hope you feel special.

KM: Do you really think I'd offer you money if I didn't mean it? Considerate it a thank-you gift for all the things your family sends. Your grandma's creams cured my cough in one night.

B: I'm not taking your money!! I don't take other people's things that they worked for.

The irony is not lost upon her.

B: And maybe I feel just a littleeeee bit special.

KM: Just think about it, but who knows for your birthday I might buy you a car out of pure spite!

B: Okay, I will. Thank you again, goodnight Mbappé.

KM: Kylian*** and bonne nuit Bianca. When Bianca came into work a few days later, she was surprised to find a receipt for a plane ticket on her desk. It said her full name and the date which was for that very weekend. Bianca instantly called Kylian's landline phone. "You didn't," Bianca said with surprise as she looked down at the paper, not even saying hello.

He laughed from the other end of the phone. "I did. You wouldn't let me do it any other way," he says like it is nothing.

"Kylian" she whined, tears blurring her vision.

Bianca was overcome with many emotions, at a loss for words as she shook slightly. "Thank you so much I don't even know what to say"

He let out a soft awww before shaking his head, smiling growing wider. "You deserve it. It's not that big of a deal, I don't know if you know this or not but money isn't exactly a worry for me" His tone was light and teasing.

She told him, nose becoming stuffy. "It is a big deal Kylian! Thank you, thank you."

"Go have fun, Bianca."

And she did.

The trip was for four days meaning she missed only two days of work, the other days being her time off anyways. While in her home country, she took time to decompress. Bianca visited her father's gravesite, finally ate a homecooked meal after months, and read bedtime stories to her nephews. It was everything she needed, and more.

It felt so good to sleep in her old bed, but it came with complicated emotions when she would wake up and her father wouldn't be there reading the morning newspaper at the kitchen table. It felt more empty in the house even though the family had only grown since then.

Coming home offered a unique perspective that she was missing for all those months in Paris. As promised, she brought home a big bag of bread, candy, homemade creams, and knitted things for everyone around the office but most of all Kylian.

Going from somewhere hot and peaceful to the cold bustling Paris was an adjustment.

On the day Bianca came back into the office it was absolutely pouring outside. Thunder vibrated the building's walls all day, many of the higher-ups deciding just to go home and work from their own houses.

As the day neared its end she received a text from Kylian.

Taking public transport in this weather will be horrible. You'll go home drenched like a dog. Let me give you a ride

Bianca instantly replied to the text. You've done enough for me this week, I'll be fine (thank u though).

Kylian sent a thumbs-down reaction to her message. I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you. Humor me a bit Bianca

Oh Kylian will you please drive me home in this pouring rain? I'll wash away in the sewers if you don't rescue me!

He responded with a laughing emoji, and then a red heart. Well since you asked so nicely.

They met inside his car, both making sure to walk out separately at different times so as to not be seen together. "I would ask if you want directions but you already know apparently" Bianca teased as he pressed the push-to-start button.

Internally she was gawking at his car.All-white leather seats, a grand glass sunroof, and a big touchscreen console. It was stunning.

"How was your trip?" Kylian asked as he pulled out of his parking spot.

The radio played quietly in the background. "It was therapeutic. My nephews grew so much that I couldn't believe it. The youngest is talking now and when I left he would barely say mama. I forgot time doesn't slow down for anyone." Bianca explained, eyes trained on the smooth road.

Kylian nodded empathetically. "I understand how you feel. Ariella is growing and learning new things every day. The other day she wrote her first name in crayon. It wasn't the neatest, but she did it all on her own. it's scary but rewarding to watch a baby grow into their own person." Something changed in him when he mentioned his daughter, a brightness in his eyes.

Bianca's lips upturned as she looked at him. "That's a big accomplishment. I'm sure you're a proud papa."

He flashed his white teeth. "The proudest."

Kylian changed the subject as he put on his turn signal, the mood switching back to casual. "It was boring at the firm without you. We had one of Leo's assistants fill in as the secretary and he didn't laugh once at any of my jokes. Plus, he wasn't wearing a tight skirt to make up for his personality, so it was even worse" He teased, head nodding to her outfit.

"If that's what it takes for you to leave me alone I'll come in with a hazmat suit tomorrow" Bianca giggled, playing along.

The Frenchman shook his head, a smirk still on his lips. "Without me, you would have quit a long time ago."

He wasn't wrong so Bianca decided not to say anything but to just laugh instead.

"Did you bring me back anything? I hope you brought those little jelly-filled cookies"

Bianca looked out her window, not wanting to make eye contact for what she was going to say. "Actually I brought you a lot of things but I left them in my house. I can bring them to you or..." she trailed off.

"...Or?" Kylian chirped back

She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs together. "Or you can come inside."

He breathed in heavily. "Okay, sure."

They made it to her home and Bianca was almost trembling with anticipation while she turned the key over. When they stepped inside, they took off their shoes at the door before she led him into her bedroom.

Kylian wrapped his arms around her as they stood in front of the bed, Bianca's heart melting at the feeling of his soft lips on her own. It was everything she wanted it to be. Kylian grasped at her body as their tongues met, sighing happily into the kiss. They made out for a while, infatuated with each other's mouths.

"You know I've never seen you naked before" Kylian breathlessly noted after some time.

Bianca leaned up to peck his lips again, eyes twinkling. "Ahh I'm nervous. Close your eyes and I'll get on the bed."

He chuckled and turned around to take his pants off then button down his shirt."You have no reason to be nervous, you're beautiful" he assured her kindly.

Bianca quickly stripped herself of her work clothes before laying on top of the bed, staring at Kylian's muscular back and legs as he stood in his boxers. "You can look now."

Kylian walked over to the bed; silently gasping as he glanced down at the lilac lace adorning her frame. "What's this?" He asked, running his hands over the material covering her chest.

He moved back a bit so he could look at her full body, taking her in completely before crawling on top of her.

Bianca's cheeks flushed red as she tried to nuzzle into his neck to hide her embarrassment. His hands pushed her gently back down onto the bed so their eyes could meet. "You got all dolled up for me, ma belle?" His tone was soft, yet in awe.

His gaze felt so caring it made it hard to keep eye contact but yet she wanted to drown in the feeling forever.

This feels different than before.

"I wanted to surprise you," Bianca says honestly, batting her long eyelashes as she maintained deep eye contact.

Kylian leans down to kiss her affectionately, hand caressing her cheek as if she were made of glass. She inhales into the kiss, breathing in Kylian's intoxicatingly enticing cologne. When he pulls away his breathing is heavier. "You are absolutely perfect."

Her stomach flips at his words and she brings him back down for another kiss, this time with more passion in her own way to reciprocate the sentiment. Both of their hearts are pounding as their limbs laced together, truly enjoying the feel of each other.

As the kiss heated up, Kylian brought his hand up to rub against Bianca's thinly clothed nipple earning a soft mewl from her. Fueled by her reaction, he broke the kiss to leave sloppy kisses down her neck and onto her chest, sucking on the spot he knows drives her crazy.

Kylian unclasped her bra with ease before tossing it onto the hardwood floor. He froze in his place to look at her and smiled at her blown-out pupils, raw lips, and erect nipples. "Magnifique" he praised before attaching his mouth onto her breast.

Bianca's back arched up as she ground onto his already rock-solid bulge, holding his head while he suckled onto her left nipple. She moaned loudly from the intense feeling, holding him as tightly as she could while the wet sensation clouded all her senses.

He rolled his tongue around the sensitive nerves, grazing purposefully with his bottom teeth. A string of saliva was drawn out as he pulled away and moved onto the other breast, repeating the process "s-so good" Bianca babbled out, drunk with lust.

Kylian looked up with darkened eyes as he sucked hungrily, pleased with her whines. Bianca was sopping wet, a small pool of her juices spreading onto Kylian's skin. He pulled away from her chest and kissed downwards until he reached the top of her lace underwear.

Without hesitation, he pulled the lace down her legs before spreading them enough to slide himself in between. Bianca almost screamed as Kylian licked at her wet heat, he held his hands firmly at the top of her thighs.

"So wet for me princess" his voice vibrated as he spoke, causing her to grind down further.

He lapped at her slick folds, moaning at the sweet taste. One hand lifted off of her thighs and he pressed two long fingers at her entrance. Kylian sucked at her swollen clit as he inserted his fingers deeply, quickly finding a steady rhythm.

Bianca's eyes rolled back, uncontrollable noises falling from her lips as Kylian's fingers sunk into her, hitting her most sensitive places. Kylian only sucked harder at her clit, causing her thighs to shake around his head.

It took everything within her brain power to be able to form a sentence, even in pieces. "Fuck me, please fuck me, please Kylian" she got out, brain too gone for embarrassment.

Kylian continued his movements, fingers only speeding up as she quivered underneath his tongue. "Please daddy" she begged, feeling too close to her edge.

He outrightly moaned and stood up off of the bed, leaving Bianca's thighs dripping onto the sheets below. Kylian pulled down his boxers to reveal his fully erect length, precum oozing down the tip.

"My needy little whore" he cooed as he brought her naked body to the edge of the bed.

Bianca smiled at the name before sharply inhaling while Kylian lined himself up with her. He stroked at his length before dragging himself down her folds, soaking his tip in the clear liquid. Kylian pressed his dick up against Bianca's clit, teasing her while she begged him for more.

After he got the reaction he wanted he moved down and slowly inserted himself, drooling at the sight of her gripping him tightly. Bianca tapped on his chest, causing him to freeze immediately in his place. "Do you want to wear a condom?" She asked, still half full of him.

He thought about it for a quick second, but his mind already seemed made up. "Do you want me to wear a condom?" He repeated back.

"No, wanna feel you raw."

Kylian smiled sweetly and then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Likewise, princess."

Bianca lifted her head to watch the slow movements pick back up, sighing in contentment at the feeling and sight of his thick cock stretching her.

He leaned over to kiss her, slipping his tongue in sloppily while he bottomed out fully within her. They made out hotly as Bianca got used to his size. When she started bucking into him, he took that as a sign to start moving again. Slowly, he picked up his pace- groaning raspily as he fucked into her tight hole.

She moved to lift her legs onto his shoulders, crying out in ecstasy when he reached a new level of deep. Kylian's jaw dropped at the new angle as he held on to her tightly, thrusting into her quicker. "Fuck it's b-big" Bianca slurred, eyelids dropping with pleasure.

Kylian pressed his large hand down onto her stomach. "Can you feel it in here, mon bébé?" His tone was low and confident.

Bianca dropped her hand down under his, moaning loudly when she felt a small bulge that popped up in time with his movements. "Y-yes so so deep" she whimpered, tears prickling up at the corners of her eyes from how good it felt.

He was rougher now, completely pulling out before slamming back into her harshly. Kylian gasped out every time his throbbing cock ground against the back of her slick walls. She was loving every moment of it, squeezing around his thick length.

"You're so fucking tight" he panted in between thrusts, his balls twitching at the feeling.

There was a pressure building that she had never felt before. She had had many orgasms in her life, but this was more intense. Bianca began to thrash around on the bed, the pressure overwhelming her in the best way. Kylian groaned as her walls clenched around him even tighter, his orgasm not too far away. "Daddy fuck, I can't."

Even in his lost mind, he understood what was happening so continued at his fast pace, bringing a hand to circle against her clit. Bianca's moans become more frequent and louder as she was at the brink of her edge, the strange pressure growing to be too much.

Kylian leaned down to her ear, his pace keeping at the same rate. "You've been such a good girl for me," he praised, watching her almost unravel underneath him.

"Come all over my cock, princess" he instructed, pressing down harder onto her clit.

Bianca screamed as a clear fluid gushed out of her, wetting Kylian's thighs and lower abs. "Fuck yes, baby. Keep coming all over, pretty girl" Kylian groaned as he fucked her through her orgasm.

Her nails racked down his back as she spasmed around his cock, her world stopping as she squirted all over her bed and lover. Bianca couldn't think about anything other than the dick pounding her, tears pouring down her face at the overwhelming euphoria. "Fuck Kylian" was all she managed to rasp out in between cries.

Kylian kissed her temple softly. "I know, baby. I know"

It took a good minute for the pleasure to finally fade, but her walls still shook around his hard length. Kylian was dangerously close, proud of himself for not coming instantly when he saw Bianca's orgasm.

A wet deeply erotic pop filled the room as Kylian pulled out of her soaking pussy; climbing on the bed and over Bianca with his dick still in his hands.

Bianca stuck her tongue out as Kylian towered over her, cupping his balls while he jerked himself off rapidly. As she went to wrap her mouth around his full length, Kylian held her hair tightly in place so she was hovering over his dick without being on it.

"Wanna give me a facial?" Bianca asked, batting her eyelashes up at him.

Kylian nodded, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he pulled at his cock. Bianca wanted to say whatever she needed to in order to get him there. "Gonna come for me, Daddy? Gonna paint me like the cumslut I am for you?" Bianca purred, sticking out her tongue once again.

He let out something in-between a cry and a grunt as his cock jerked wildly, spurting out his huge sticky load onto her face. Kylian tried to keep his eyes open to watch but couldn't, the pleasure almost bringing him down to the bed fully, knees wobbly.

"Merde" Kylian choked out as he dragged his length over Bianca's semen-stained cheek, using his own cum to jerk off for a little bit longer. After a minute he let out a relaxed breath as his body calmed down.

As soon as Bianca noticed his orgasm had washed away, she mouthed his oversensitive dick to lick up the white residue. Kylian winced loudly but let her clean up the mess, watching as she used her fingers to scoop the rest and swallow it. "You're an angel, Bianca" Kylian breathed out as he leaned down to kiss her, the taste of each other on their lips.

They lazily kissed for a few seconds before Kylian collapsed beside her. He pulled Bianca into his bare chest and let his breathing even out as his eyes closed exhaustedly. "Missed you so much" was the last thing Kylian said before dozing off completely.

Bianca pressed a long kiss to his chest. "I missed you too" she murmured before falling into her own sleep.

Everything felt so serene, so right.

In times like these, it was easy to forget about the world waiting for them outside. It was just them. No distractions, no work, no worries. They slept peacefully for hours, not waking up for anything as they cradled each other's naked bodies.

The bright sun has long since set, the tranquil moonlight allowing their fantasy to live out without the light reminding them of their real lives and responsibilities.

All good things must come to an end at some point.

In the middle of the night, Kylian sat up abruptly, heart pounding in his chest. Bianca stirred next to him, awoken by the sudden movement. His hands scanned across the bed until they reached his phone.

Kylian squinted at the bright light and tapped at the screen until it unlocked. "Shit.." he sighed as he looked down at the dozens of missed calls and texts.

Bianca didn't even know what to say, mind still foggy from sleep. Even if she hadn't just woken up she's not sure if she could come up with something better. "Is she mad?" she croaked out, voice grainy.

"She's pissed and worried. I should call her to let her know I'm okay" Kylian crawled out of bed and put on his boxers, leaving Bianca cold at the loss of his body warmth.

Bianca frowned and watched him disappear into her living room- shutting the bedroom door behind him. Her heart swelled as tears welled up in her eyes, listening as Kylian apologized profusely and made up a web of lies about where he was.

It dawned upon her that no matter what moments they shared he wasn't hers. No matter how many times he caressed her and made her feel beautiful he would eventually go back to Camille. Why am I even upset? I'm the bitch here. I'm ruining their relationship not the other way around.

Kylian broke her out of her thoughts as the door creaked open. "I told her I'm just gonna come home from the office in a few hours after the rain eases up." He crawled back into his previous spot, pulling the blanket over him.

He glanced over to find a dazed Bianca staring up at the ceiling. "What's wrong?" He pinched her nose playfully to lighten the mood.

"Nothing, just tired" she lied, eyes now on him.

Kylian opened his arms widely. "Come here then."

Her worries melted away as she was enveloped in his comforting embrace. Kylian's fingers scratched at her scalp as she drifted off again, Kylian following not too far behind her.

When Bianca woke up from her alarm buzzing loudly she was surprised to find her bed empty. Bianca threw on a robe as she searched for Kylian, but he was nowhere to be found. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a big paper bag on her kitchen counter.

Bianca opened the bag to find a prepacked breakfast from a restaurant nearby with an old piece of paper on top with scribbled writing on it. Don't hate me, I didn't want to wake you up. I hope you enjoy your breakfast. See you at the office -K.M

She shook her head and pulled out the food, throwing the paper back into the bag. Back to reality.

Later that same day it was business as usual. Bianca giggled to herself all throughout the day, still riding on the high of last night's events. A couple of her coworkers pointed out that she seemed to be giddy today, but Bianca kept her lips sealed shut.

"Good afternoon" Bianca's greeted as she heard the front door open, her eyes stayed glued to the computer, typing something into the documents.

When her eye's left the screen she was surprised to be met with a familiar face that she didn't want to see, especially not now. Camille stood with her arms crossed, dark circles rimming the bottom of her eyes. "Is Kylian here?"

Bianca inhaled sharply. "Mr. Mbappé is up inside his office, yes," she confirmed dragging her eyes back onto her computer screen.

Camille headed off to the elevators but turned back on second thought. "Was Kylian really here last night? Did you see him leave with anyone else?" she asked, her tone dripping with worry.

Bianca tried to ignore the hundreds of thoughts coming at her at once, guilt heavy on her conscious. She tried to look casual as she clicked away at her keyboard. "He was here when I left, but that's all I know."

Once again Camille headed to the elevators, this time not looking back.

As soon as the girl left, Bianca buried her head into her hands and groaned loudly. I'm becoming a horrible person.

𝔸/ℕ: 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕤𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒.

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I'm sorry to do this bc I know you get so many ppl venting and you have your own shit to deal with and yet ppl on here constantly implicitly ask you to console them which is incredibly emotionally labour intensive. However all that being said. I found out my cat who is 9 but is very young looking and active and shows no sign of pain or suffering has large cell lymphoma (general prognosis 6-9 months) and I'm literally broken. She's my best friend. I've been through years where I've had no friends but I've always had her and she's everything to me and I've known a lot of cats who live to late teens so I had expected that for her and this has come out of nowhere and is just so soul destroying because she is my whole world and I love her so so much. she's literally saved my life (have been at the point of kms so many times but didn't for her) and now she probably wont be here next year and I don't know how to keep existing without her and I didn't know who else to tell. I really appreciate your kind and honest presence on this site it's very cleansing and healing and ik this is a parasocial thing to say/feel but you are like a friend to so many. so thanks. even just having a space to say this stuff is invaluable. You have helped and comforted and offered love and insight to so many people despite your own suffering. Much love to you, I hope the universe treats you with lots of kindness going forward.

i am so so sorry to hear this - sometimes i honestly can't believe how cruel life can be. i wish there was something tangible i could say that would make a change to what you're feeling but my experience with grief (all types of grief esp preemptive grief like what you're dealing with) has proven to me that words often ring hollow when you're going through it. i do want to offer some understanding and some comfort despite that, i just know it may be hard for you to register right now and that's alright. losing a pet is so so deeply painful and it's completely normal to be devastated and taken aback by this news - anyone would be. at the same time it sounds like your cat is deeply lucky to have you and to be loved so completely by someone. while what you're both going through is horrific, i am so glad she has you to take care of her and that she ended up having a wonderful life with you - the gift you have given her and continue to give her every day just by being her owner is huge and i hope you continue to remind yourself that as you confront there next few months. she is warm and fed and taken care of and she has the best chance of living longer with her condition bc of the care and love you continue to show her. i know this is much much easier said than done but please try to take it one day at a time and make every moment count with her - it's easy to get lost in the idea of losing her but she is still here and you still have time together, albeit not as much time as you both deserve. i can't stand how much of a gamble of luck everything seems to be and how horrible things happen to ppl and animals who truly deserve so much more - that anger, despair and incredulity still hits me day after day and i feel it very hard on your behalf rn. you have every right in the world to process that sense of feeling like your soul has been destroyed on whatever timeline works for you. as long as you continue to move forward, hour to hour or minute to minute despite it all.

are you able to talk to any friends/family about this? i only ask bc pet loss is one of the hardest things in the world to go through and i think having some sort of super system could make the days feel a little more manageable. if not, please feel free to message me and share updates, stories, vents etc about your cat and how you're doing - i lost my childhood dog a few yrs back and i do understand. it's such a heavy feeling to carry around with you all the time. i would also recommend joining a pet loss support group as another option too, bc so so many people sadly completely get what youre going through. i hope your little girl is doing OK today and that you are taking care of yourself as much as you feel able to as you process this news. if you need to break down, go to sleep, scream, punch pillows, be numb - that's alright. there's no wrong way to react to this. i just hope you give yourself some grace as you do. sending so so much love to you both - and thank you so much for the insanely kind words by the way. you didn't have to say that and it really made my night better that you did. so sorry you're in this position. X

#anon #ask chloe

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Back in the Saddle Part 2

Pairing: Syverson x Heather Markum (OFC)

WC 4896

Warnings: Some non-explicit allusions to sexy times.

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It was by the third yawn hidden behind her hand that she was really starting to feel it, the dreaded caffeine crash.

"You can head out if you're tired." Sy said but she shook her head.

"I'm fine." And just to make her a liar, another yawn split her face making him smile.

"Go on, go get some sleep. I won't take it personal, you said that's what you do on the weekends anyway."

"I have an idea and feel free to shoot me down, I'll understand."

"What's up?" He asked and she hesitated. "Doll?"

"How about we take a nap together?" It came out in a rush and she looked down at the table, nervous about his reaction. She was coming off as needy, clingy. They'd only met last night for Pete's Sake and she just--

"Sounds like a great idea." He said and she looked up at him. "Really. I wouldn't mind spendin' a lazy day with you, and apparently, Nap Dates are a thing."

"G-great." She said with a small smile, "I'll send you my address and we can go back to my place. Unless you'd rather we go back to yours."

"Yours is good. Whatever would make you comfy. Military life trained me to sleep just about anywhere." Sy said and she pulled out her phone, texting him her address and hearing his phone chime a moment later from his pocket. "Come on. Nap time awaits."

Even though he had her address as a backup, he had no issues following her back to her place in his truck, parking behind her car in the driveway. He looked around as they got inside, letting out a low whistle.

"Nice digs." He said and she shrugged. "Maybe I should get into real estate."

"You could do a lot with that bachelor's degree you have," Heather said, throwing her keys on the table by the door and kicking off her shoes. "Police, state troopers, maybe even apply to Quantico. Prior military experience will help, too."

"I got a buddy who was snatched up by the CIA when his 6 years was up. He told me he'd put in a good word for me if I decide to leave before retirement age." Sy said, "I don't think I'm spook material, though. Hadn't considered Quantico."

"Never hurts to keep your options open."

"True enough." He said and turned to her, going to her and sliding his hands around her waist. Her own hands went to his chest, the material of his shirt soft under her palms.

"Bedroom's this way." She said, patting his chest once before pulling away from him and leading him up the stairs. "I'm going to get changed out of these clothes if you want to get comfy." He leaned in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her for a moment before his eyes swept over the room. Something on her dresser caught his attention and he went to it, staring down at it with a quizzical expression. "It's resin, don't worry." She said, going up behind him as he stared at the skull and he snorted. Grabbing her pajamas from the end of the bed, she went into the bathroom to change, pulling the clip from her hair and running a brush through it. Seeing as it had still been damp from the shower when she clipped it up, it had dried in messy waves so she just pulled it back again into a sloppy bun at the back of her head.

Sy was laying in bed when she emerged from the bathroom and she saw his clothes folded neatly on top of the dresser, his boots on the floor with his socks shoved into them.

"Kept my drawers on just to be on the safe side." He said and she smiled slightly, looking over at him. The blankets were at his waist and his hand was behind his head as he lay back against the pillows. The sight of his hairy muscular chest and stomach threatened to short-circuit her brain. He didn't have a happy trail, he had a parking lot. Some nervousness started to creep in as she went around the bed to the empty side, her movements a little hesitant as she climbed in. "If you're havin' second thoughts, I can take a hike. No harm done."

"It's just been a while since I shared a bed with anyone, is all." She said and he made an understanding sound.

"Come here, doll." He said, his voice low and she turned over to face him, seeing him on his side towards her. The look in his eyes made her heart race, but it wasn't one of lascivious intent. Moving closer to him, his arm wrapped around her waist and he tugged her even closer, his lips pressing to her forehead and making her sigh, tension she didn't even realize was there leaving her muscles. His skin was warm, his chest hair slightly coarse, and he smelled fantastic. Turning in his arms, she put her back to him and his arm tightened briefly, pulling her back against his chest and she felt his legs tangle with hers, pressing them fully together. "That's my good girl." The whispered praise made her sigh again and, oddly enough, made tears burn in her eyes. She just blinked rapidly to clear them before sliding her hand over his arm and shifting slightly to get comfortable, closing her eyes as she felt him press a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

Heather had been a fitful sleeper just about her entire life, never staying still, tossing and turning, briefly waking up several times. Even when she was married it didn't stop, much to David's chagrin. He was often snippy with her in the morning as her constant movement was an annoyance for him. With Sy, though, she didn't think she moved once, sleeping deeply wrapped in his arms with his warmth at her back. She was utterly and completely dead to the world, not the half-conscious rest she was used to.

She didn't know how long she was out, but it must have been several hours as the sun was setting when she finally woke. Had she really slept the entire day? She had been more tired than she realized. Sy was still asleep behind her, his arm still around her waist and his warm breath fanning across the back of her neck. Shifting slightly, she turned over as gently as she could so she didn't wake him, looking at him with his face relaxed in sleep. He really was handsome, almost devastatingly so. What was he doing with her? She knew they weren't officially together, but the fact that he had any interest in her at all surprised her somewhat.

David always commented on her appearance, telling her how plain she looked, how utterly unremarkable. He also scoffed at her slightly Gothic design and wardrobe choices. Dark clothes, and anatomical diagrams in frames on the walls. Her Tristan and Isolde Salvador Dali painting had been taken out of storage after the divorce, as David hadn’t allowed it in the house, saying it was "creepy", whereas she described it as "hauntingly beautiful".

Why had she married him? Maybe it was because he had convinced her that he was the best she was ever going to get. After she informed him that got herself sterilized while he was away on a "boys trip", he raged at her, calling her selfish among other less civil things. It still devastated her when he asked for a divorce, citing fraud as the reason. Her attorney asked him to clarify and he said that when he married her, he was under the impression that they were going to have children, start a family. She had quickly rebutted that he knew she didn't want children, that she had informed him very early in their relationship that she didn't want children, his sister backing her up at the character hearing. It wasn't her fault, nor was it fraud, that he didn't believe her or had no plans to respect her wishes. The judge agreed and David's attempts to weasel out of alimony on the basis of fraud failed.

It had taken their marriage falling apart for her to realize that he hadn’t wanted a partner, he wanted a Stepford Wife. Someone to rely on him wholly and truly, to take care of the house and the kids, to give up her career and put aside everything she wanted in favor of his own wants. He hadn’t been like that while they were dating, pulling the wool over her eyes, hiding his true self until the vows were exchanged. She should have known, she should have seen. His mother had given up her partnership at a law firm when she married his dad, becoming a housewife, having dinner on the table at 5 o’clock sharp, all chores completed and the house spotless. For some women, that kind of life was fulfilling in its own way, but that wasn’t the life she wanted for herself.

Moving into him, she tucked her face into his neck, sliding her arm around his waist and sighing. It must have woken him, as his arm tightened around her waist and she heard him breathe in deep through his nose, his lips pressing to the side of her head.

“Hey.” He said groggily, and she hummed against him. “What time is it?”

“No idea.” She said, “Sun’s going down, though.”

“Damn, didn’t know I was that tired.” Sy said, his hand starting to rub her back gently. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a while.”

“Same.” He said, his thumb moving back and forth over her back.

“You hungry?” She asked and he hummed.

“Don’t want to get up yet. Comfy.” He said and she giggled slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin, making him give out a low hum. "Do that again." She pressed another kiss to his neck, this time to the heavy pulse under his jaw. "Mmmm, baby." He moved, rolling them over so he pressed her to the bed, his hips pressed against hers as he buried his face in her neck, his beard scratching over her skin as he mouthed along her throat. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"No." She said, moving her hands over his bare back. "Don't stop." He picked his head up to look at her, his eyes moving over her face before he kissed her, one of his hands coming up to hold the side of her jaw. The feel of his body on top of hers, his lips moving against hers made that familiar tingle start in her thighs, a pressure building between her legs. His other hand pushed under her shirt and over her ribs, fingertips skirting around the edge of her breast. "Sy…" She sighed.

"Oh fuck, Heather." He said, the timbre of his voice making a shiver go down her spine. Her arms raised as he pulled her shirt from her and she pulled him down into another kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I didn't--I don't want you to think I agreed to this just to get you into bed. Euphemistically speakin'."

"I know." She said, "And I didn't ask if you wanted to with the intent of seducing you."

"But, fuck, you're beautiful." He said and her eyes burned at the sudden compliment. She just closed them, pulling him into another kiss.

Sy took her breath away with the passion with which he made love to her. This man definitely wasn't real. The whispered praise against her skin, the way he held her while he was inside her, and the eye contact. He insisted on looking into her eyes as he moved within her, wanting to see how he was making her feel. His hands on her body, his lips on her skin, how it felt while they were connected, it was all almost too much and she came more than once before he finally seated himself inside her fully, groaning as he released into her. He took her to the bed from their seated position with her in his lap, holding her close.

"Goddamn." She whispered and heard him chuckle slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Sy ended up spending the night, part of her telling her that they were going too fast, but it felt so utterly right to be in his arms. He surprised her the next morning with breakfast in bed, watching her eat as he drank his coffee, a small smile on his face. He spent all of Sunday with her, too, and they had sex several times throughout the day and in various rooms of the house. The shower, on the kitchen island, with her kneeling on the couch, her hands gripping the back as he held onto her hips. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and she was the same with him, returning his advances each and every time with a matched enthusiasm. She hadn't been like this with David, in fact they hadn't been having sex at all for almost the last year of their marriage.

The feel of Sy's heavy body on hers, the way he touched her with his hands and lips, it made her feel beautiful, cherished.

He would have stayed the night again, if he hadn't needed to report for duty Monday morning and he left late Sunday night to head home. The kiss he gave her at the door made her toes curl and she very nearly pulled him back into the house by his belt. Somehow she resisted and watched him walk away, getting into his truck and pulling out of her driveway, disappearing down the street.

Her pillows still smelled like him when she went to bed and it warmed her heart, his goodnight text making her smile before she drifted off.

Sy had warned her that while he was on duty, he didn't really have access to his phone, so if she didn't hear from him, or respond to her messages, that was why. She kept her messages to a minimum, sending him a good morning text when she got up that wasn't responded to until long after she got home from work. He didn't have access to his phone, so she wasn't going to blow it up with messages.

It was about mid-week when she pulled into her driveway, seeing David's sedan parked out front, the man himself waiting on her doorstep. He was still wearing his suit from work and she hesitated a moment before getting out of her car.

"What're you doing here?" She asked as she walked up.

"Where is he?" David asked.

"Where is…"

"Jake Syverson." She hadn't told him his full name when she introduced him, just what he went by.

"How did you--"

"I waited until you guys left the coffee place and ran his plates." David said.

"That's…a massive ethics violation, David. Not to mention fucked up." She said, her fingers curling around her keys.

"Where is he?" He asked again.

"He's on duty this week."

"You mentioned he was in the Army."

"An Army Captain, yeah." Heather said, "David, what the hell is this all about? Please don't go all crazy jealous ex-husband. You asked for the divorce, not me. You wanted to end the marriage."

"He's not who he says he is." David said and she blinked at him.

"What."

"Jake Syverson is dead, Heather. He died three years ago in Afghanistan." He said, "I wasn't able to find particulars, just that it was in the line of duty."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Of all the lame ass stories you could have come up with, "He's dead" is probably the dumbest."

"It's not a story." David said, "Whoever he is, he's not Jake Syverson. I don't know why he would take the identity of a dead soldier, but he's not who he says he is. Heather, I know we didn't end things on the best of terms, but I still care about you, and I'm worried about what this guy has planned for you. You need to cut off contact. Stop seeing him. If he tries to get in touch with you again, you need to call me and let me know."

"Absolutely not." Heather said, "And if I see any police cars, marked or unmarked, around my home, David, I'm calling your Captain and reporting you. Now get the hell off my property." Pushing around him, she unlocked the front door and went inside, closing it and throwing both of the deadbolts. Her first order of business after David had moved out was to change all of the locks, so even if he still had his key, he wouldn't be able to get in. Pulling out her phone, she tried calling Sy but it went straight to voice-mail so she hung up without leaving a message. What would she say anyway? My ex-husband, who's a cop, says you stole the identity of a dead man? "Fucking ridiculous." She muttered and set about getting settled for the night.

She didn't see David for the rest of the week, although she did get an email from him in her inbox with Sy's name as the subject. While she didn't delete it, she didn't open it either, letting it sit there. The weekend came around again and she was laying in bed late Friday night when her phone dinged at her. Picking it up, she turned on the screen and saw the message from Sy.

"Let me in?" She nearly jumped out of bed, bouncing to the front door with a smile on her face and throwing back the locks, opening the door. He hadn't changed out of his uniform and she pulled him in even as he moved into her, his arms coming around her waist as she encircled his neck with hers.

"I missed you, doll." He said, hugging her tightly and she gave a squeak as he suddenly picked her up, walking her into the house and kicking the door closed before setting her down again. He had trimmed his beard at some point and it was neat on his jaw instead of the slightly unkempt it had been before. The whiskers were soft under her hands as she pulled him into a kiss that he responded to instantly, his hands encircling her waist as he pressed back against her. "Come on, baby, let's get reacquainted. It's been a long week." With his hands holding the backs of her thighs, she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him again. She heard him throw the locks on the front door before he carried her to the bedroom.

Sy was sleeping soundly as she left the bedroom, easing the door closed before walking down the hall to her office, dressed in only the green t-shirt he had been wearing under his uniform jacket. Get reacquainted with each other was right. It was like he hadn’t seen her in months, not just a week. Not that she was complaining. It was early morning, the sun was just barely up and she turned on her computer, needing to check emails for responses she was waiting for.

She saw David’s email in there still and she clicked the checkbox next to it before going up to the garbage can icon. She should just delete it. It was bullshit. Sy was Sy. He wasn’t someone pretending to be a dead man. Her curiosity won over and she opened it, looking over the obituary.

IN LOVING MEMORY

JAKE SYVERSON

There was a birthday and date of death, but no picture. The in memoriam statements matched what Sy had told her about himself. Born in Coppell, Texas, both parents were still in the picture, three younger siblings. Played football in high school, graduated middle of his class. It even mentioned the bachelors in Criminal Justice from UTD before heading into the Army Officer’s Program. A sliver of doubt started to creep in. It matched what he told her, but then it was his life, why wouldn’t it. She was being ridiculous. Served with distinction in the Army Special Forces, Purple Heart for sustaining injuries in the line of duty (he had a scar on his thigh that looked like a bullet wound), a Silver Heart awarded presumptuously at his service for valor. It didn’t say how he died, but then if he was Special Forces, it wouldn’t.

She was being stupid.

Going to google, she put in his name along with his hometown and the first match was the obituary David had sent her, but the second was a facebook profile. Clicking on it, she looked over it. There were messages on the wall posted after the date of death from friends saying how much they missed him, family saying that Christmas and Thanksgiving were hard without him that year. It was a public profile, so she went into the pictures, her eyes going wide. It was him. One-hundred percent him. The latest photos even showed him with the buzzed hair and beard, smiling a smile she knew so well. One of the pictures he was lying in a hospital bed, the leg with the scar wrapped in bandages and elevated. He looked tired, but still managed a smile and a thumbs up to the camera, a caption of “Well that sucked” on the sidebar along with comments for him to get better soon.

It was him. Why would he fake his death? And if he did fake his death, why would he still go by his real name?

“Babe?” She looked up, seeing him leaning in the doorway of the office. “It’s still early, what’re you doin’ up?” She didn’t answer, staring at him with wide eyes. The scant light coming in from the window was making his eyes glow with an unnatural golden light. “Shit.” She moved quickly, pushing out of the chair and running out of the side office door, hearing him chase after her. She was almost to the front door when his arms came around her tight, lifting her off her feet. Heather fought against him, tried kicking as her arms were pinned against her sides. “Stop fightin’ me, I ain’t gonna hurt ya!” Her mouth opened to scream, but his hand clamped over it, “Heather, baby, please stop fightin’ me. I’m not gonna hurt you. Please, baby, please.” He set her down on her feet, but kept a hold on her, tears burning in her eyes and spilling over, gathering on his fingers. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He sounded in pain, pressing his forehead to the back of her head. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you.” She stopped fighting against him, stopped struggling to break free and his arm loosened around her. “I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth. Don’t scream.” She nodded quickly and his hand lowered slowly. “I need to explain.”

“You’re fucking right you do!” She yelled and felt him flinch at her back as if she had hit him. “You’re a fucking dead man!”

“Yeah, I am.” He sighed, “I died, baby, I died and was buried.” She hadn’t been expecting that, him saying that he faked his death for some reason, maybe, but not for him to actually admit that he was dead. “It didn’t take and I had to be dug up again.”

“What the fuck do you mean “it didn’t take”?!” He turned her around and she looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes that broke through her own anger and fear somewhat.

“Heather, I…” He stopped, closing his eyes briefly with a sigh, “The name I registered with the speed dating company is not the name I gave you. I gave you my real name, fuck I don’t know why, but I registered under an alias. I go to them to find women, take them home, feed from them, and then wipe their memories of me.”

“What?” She asked after a moment.

“But you, I knew the moment I saw you that you were different. I didn’t just want to have a night with you, take what I needed, and then move on.” He said, reaching up to hold the side of her face gently. “I wanted so many nights with you, and days, and weeks, and months, and years.”

“What the hell are you?” She asked and he sighed again.

“I don’t know if there’s a word for me exactly.”

“You said you feed off of women. What do you take from them?”

“Their energy, their life force, whatever you wanna call it. Not enough to hurt’em, but enough to keep me goin’.”

“Do they know that you…”

“I do it in the middle of us bein’ together. They probably don’t even notice.”

“But you…wipe their memories.”

“Last thing I want to do is hurt’em by havin’em think I was just some asshole who wanted to get laid and used’em.” Sy said, “Best they don’t remember me at all.”

“But you did use them.”

“In a way, yeah. I ain’t proud of it, but I gotta do what I gotta do to survive.”

“Did you ever…feed off of me?”

“No.” He said sternly, “Heather, baby, I…you’re special, fuck if I know how, but you are.”

“How do I know you’re not just some…psychopath living in a fantasy world? How do I know you’re not just going to kill me and dump my body somewhere?”

“I’d never hurt you, Heather, I told you.” He said, “But you’re right, what I’m tellin’ you sounds crazy. Even to me and I’m livin’ it.” His eyes closed again and he breathed in deep, letting it out slowly. When he opened them again, his blue eyes were gone, replaced by a solid black that covered the iris and the whites, so dark that she could almost see herself in them. The black slowly faded away to the edges of his eyes, and they were normal again. The small display seemed to tire him and his shoulders sagged somewhat.

“Where were you?” She asked and he gave her a questioning look. “The Army thinks you’re dead. Where were you all this week?”

“I needed to feed, so I went out and…fed.” He said and she went quiet.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t sleep with’em.” He said quickly, “I went back to their place, yeah, but I fed and wiped their memories of me, leavin’em asleep.”

“You didn’t…” Why was that important to her? She just found out the man she’s been having amazing marathon sex with wasn’t even human and she was hung up on him sleeping with other women? Priorities.

“I didn’t want to. Wasn’t interested in bein’ with’em like that.” Sy said, “Not since I met you.”

“But you still…fed from them.”

“I needed to. Real food doesn’t do anythin’ for me anymore, it’s empty. It’d be like you not eatin’ for a couple days.”

“Oh.”

“I was going to tell you, I was, I promise.” Sy said, “When we had been together longer, I was gonna spill those beans and deal with the fallout.”

“David is a cop.” Heather said and he arched a brow at her.

“Okay?”

“He ran the license plates on your truck, it’s registered under your name. He emailed me your obituary.” She said, “He told me to let him know if you ever contacted me again.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Absolutely not.” She said, “That was…before.”

“And now?” He asked and there was a moment before she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding him. He gave a great shuddering sigh as he returned her embrace, holding her tightly.

“No one else.” She said and felt him go still.

“Babe?”

“You don’t feed from anyone else.” What the fuck was she saying? Was she wrong in the head? “Just me.”

“Heather?”

“You said it doesn’t hurt them, right?”

“Yeah.” Sy said, “I don’t take enough to hurt’em. I could, but I don’t.”

“Then no one else.”

“Oh, babe.” He sighed and pulled back, reaching up to hold the sides of her jaw before he leaned into her again, pressing his lips to hers. There was a moment of hesitation before she kissed him back, her eyes closing. “Somethin’ special.” He backed her against the nearest wall, kissing her again as he pressed against her. When she opened her eyes, she saw his were black as he stared down at her and there was a small fissure of fear before she shoved it away, pulling him back in. Bending a little, his face buried in her neck, lips moving over her skin and she felt his chest inflate as he breathed in deep. There was a pulling deep in her chest that made her gasp, her eyes closing and he groaned against her. “Fuck.” He sighed and pressed his lips to the heavy pulse under her jaw before inhaling again, the pull stronger this time and making her moan. It felt like a thread was connecting them and she pulled him up into a kiss, feeling him press against her stomach, hard and thick. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”

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