#Paul diskant x Reader

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2023, Day 3

Take A Look

Summary: You didn’t know why your ex had came by the library after closing. Couldn’t explain why he just wanted to have some coffee with you and talk. That is until you started to tell him everything that you had been feeling. And just how your birthmark just couldn’t be explained away. He was it. He was everything. He was your soulmate

Pairings: Paul Diskant X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, soulmates, breakup, unprotected sex, PIV sex, sex in public, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

Previous

Series Masterlist

I need to talk to you.

How ominous was that?  And of all people a guy that you went on a few dates with.  Was intimate with one time.  And then he ghosted you.  Pulled back immediately.  Obviously it wasn’t that great.  It only felt that great.

Months had passed, and you moved on.  You had to.  What were you supposed to do; sit and wait for him to realize that it was the best sex you had ever had?  Some people still believed in that old wives tale of soulmates marks.  Maybe he was one of them.

I need to talk to you.

You rummage through your cart, replacing books back on the shelves while you ponder what he could possibly need to talk about?  You are glad you have to work because there was nothing more to talk about.  You have already decided that should he want another try, you weren’t going to give into him.  Why should you?  He ghosted you.  

I need to talk to you.

What does that even mean?  You ask yourself, as you climb up a ladder.  You hated putting the books up too high.  Always afraid you were going to fall.  And you weren’t even bothered this time.  You are too much in your own head.  Because of him.  This was completely ridiculous.  One text message this morning had set you off kilter for the rest of the day.

“I need to talk to you.”

You say out loud with a mocking tone.  You had agreed to see him if he would bring you your coffee order, and he obliged.  Didn’t even ask for your order.  It was going to be all wrong because how could it be right.  It was months ago, and you figured that he lost your number.  So you thought.

I need to talk to you.

It was annoying.  You sit down in one of the reading chairs.  Puffing out an exasperated breath.  Who did he think he was?  Got you all kinds of bumfuzzled.  You couldn’t even think about anything but those six words.  Sixteen letters.  So small and they could mean so much.  So what did this mean?

I need to talk to you.

Paul looks up at the stairs.  Just a few steps, but it looked like a mile to get into the library.  This couldn’t wait though.  He had put it off long enough.  He didn’t mean to ghost you, it’s just what he saw had taken him by surprise.  He wasn’t prepared for it.  How could he have been?  Most people didn’t even believe in a soulmate mark.  He was one of them.

Taking in a long bit of breath, he lets his lungs fill fully before exhaling just as slow.  Gathering up the nerve to take the steps one at a time.  The library was closed, but your car was still here.  You wouldn’t leave.  You clearly were curious as to what Paul had to say, or you wouldn’t have answered.  Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

He knew you could feel the pull to him, just as much as he could, too.  It had killed him to stay away from you.  But he had to try.  He never believed in those marks, but how could he deny something that was right in his face?  He saw your mark, a perfect match to his.  And he felt every bit of pain of you not being by his side.  

He ached not hearing your voice.  His temperature rose.  Paul was always in a state of discomfort and misery.  All because he wasn’t with you.  And the thought that you would even feel half of what he was feeling burned inside of him.  All he thought about was holding you, comforting you in case you felt as bad as him.

Stepping through the library door, you look up to see the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen, and it hurts to not touch him.  It’s nonsensical to think like that because you didn’t know Paul well, but still you feel like you’ve known him your whole life.  

“Lock the door,” you tell him, returning to look back at your computer, but it’s just a blurry screen.  You just wanted to look at him.  He was so close that you could hear him.  And the coffee smelled immaculate.  “I just don’t want any stragglers while we talk.”

Finishing up work is pointless when you can’t see anything.  Your body is begging for you to look at him.  You tell yourself you’re not dealing with this again.  He slides over the coffee cup, and you look at it for far too long before taking a drink.  Asshole.  It was the perfect coffee.  “It’s good.  Thanks.”

“What cha doing?” Paul asks, leaning down, placing his forearms on the desk.  

“I don’t even know anymore,” moving the mouse around, you turn off the computer.  Knowing that you can just finish in the morning.  Turning to look at him, you regret it.  “What do you want?” 

“I’ve been thinking about you everyday.”

You snort, moving to stand up.  This was a long lost cause.  “I have,” Paul tells you with so much certainty you almost believe him.  “Starlight.”

“No!” You shout, spinning around to look at him, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.  You — I thought we were good, and then you just, poof.  I have spent all this time trying to get over you, and I just can’t.  And here you are, and…”

“It’s because,” your chest heaves in anger as you glare at him.  Your body craves him more than you could have ever realized.  “We’re soulmates.”

“Get out.”

“We are.”

“Get out,” lifting up your hand you point towards the door, “Get out!” 

“That birthmark that’s right on your…”

“My pussy mark?  The star?  What of it?” You cross your arms over your chest.  Anything to stop you from reaching out to him, and slamming your lips on his.

“A pussy mark?  That’s cute,” you roll your eyes, but he can’t stop smiling.  It should be slightly vulgar, but it was adorable.  A cute pussy mark, “Anyways, did you not notice?” 

“Notice what?” That this man was fucking ridiculous.

“Mine,” no you didn't see anything on him.  You just saw him.  “It’s on my dick.”

“When would I have noticed it?  When you were thrusting in and out of me?  Or when you were slapping my clit with the tip?” A moan rises off you, and you stop talking. It is humiliating that your body is reacting to him just being there.

A flood of slick pools deep within your core.  Your mind wanders off to the many ways that Paul could destroy you.  It pisses you off.  Pay attention.

“Okay, that’s fair.  But it’s there.  Wanna see?” Sighing, you shake your head no.  “That wasn’t an attempt to get you to look at my dick.  But it is there.  Matches perfectly.  We’re destined.  Did you ever notice how things just happened so naturally?  Everything always felt right immediately.  Because we’re…you’ve heard of soulmate marks.”

“Of course I have.  I work in a library.  Do you know how many filthy books are written about your soulmate, bearing the same mark as you, and your body can’t even…” people wrote what they knew.  They couldn’t be describing something real though, not with this.  

“Did you feel like you had a cold?  You were always sleepy, and couldn’t sleep?  You fought to not call me?  You couldn’t even focus on anything else?  You had vivid dreams of me?  Ached not seeing me?” How could he know this?  “If you say yes, I’d hate myself for making you feel that way.  It’d be my fault.”

“Then you better hate yourself.” 

His eyes never leave your face.  Paul’s mouth opens and closes, while you want to hurl everything at him.  All your pain that you felt, “I hurt, and I was confused.  We had something so good, and pure, and…I hate…”

“Don’t.  Please, don’t say what I think you’re going to say.  I’m sorry, and I was working through my feelings, and things just hit me so hard, and I fought it, and…”

“I hate that I don’t hate you,” you interrupt him.  He blinks away tears, and you can’t look at him.  Walking out from behind the desk, you flee.  Stopping in the middle of book shelves. “I hate that I — cared so much.  I hate that you took all this time away from us only to tell me that we’re soulmates.  And…I hate that I love you.”

Spinning on your heels, you see he’s right there.  He kept up.  Stayed right with you.  The pinging in your gut had finally stopped.  All you could see was him.  “I love you,” his voice is smooth on your skin.  Warming you up from the inside out.  Bubbling through you.  “I love you.  I know it’s too soon, but I do.”

It takes only a few steps for him to get to you, and his arms pull you close on his chest.  “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he grins.  His thumbs draw shapes on your back while he smirks at you.  “But I am planning on kissing you.”

“And I’m planning on fucking you.”

“Here?” Biting at your lip, you nod your head.  Reaching to the hemline of your shirt, you pull it off.  Pulling on his belt loop.  

“Something quick, right?  What if someone comes in?” 

“We’re closed.  No one is coming here.  But it can be quick, and then you spend the rest of the night making up for lost time,” he lets out an animalistic moan when you cup his bulge.  Smoothing your hand over him, “Fuck me.”

His hands move rapidly, pulling and tugging each article of clothing until the two of you are falling onto the floor in a mess of arms and legs.  Not knowing where one started, and the other began.  “Wait,” you breathlessly beg, as he starts to push through your entrance.

“What do you mean wait?” 

“I wanna see it.  I don’t believe you,” you sit up from the floor, and get to your knees.  Keeping your eyes on him before they drift down his lean body.  Hard lines of muscle and sinew, and then you look at his aching shaft.  “Is your hand not as good as me?” 

“Nothing is better than you.”

“Show me,” you taunt, and he removes his hand off his cock.  Letting it stand at attention when you lean forward.  Beads of his precum seep out of his slit, and ther is that pretty little crude star.  A perfect match to yours.  A bit lumpy and not a perfect star, but it was yours.  Puckering your lips, you kiss on that mark, just below his mushroom head.  He sighs, watching you look up at him through your lashes.  Tracing the mark with your tongue.  He was yours.  

“I’ll bite this off if you ever do something os stupid again.”

“I’ll let you bite it off.  Now,” he lifts you up before laying you back on the floor, and your legs spread wide.  Ready to take him in all his glory.  “I want to make up for the lost time, okay?” Giving him a nod, he situates himself.  Perfectly lined up with your weeping cunt.  Crying for him.  It was never the same.  Nothing could ever compare to him.

“Oh my god!” You scream out when his hips thrust him forward.  Sliding balls deep, and star shaped marks blur your vision.  He pulls out of you slowly.  Grabbing at the base of his cock, and coos down at you.

“You sure are pretty when you make those pitiful sounds in need of,” whimpering up at him, he barrels himself back into you.  Filling you up completely, and bringing tears to your eyes.  “In need of me.”

“Don’t tease me.  Paul!” Two pounding thrusts into you, and you grip at his back.  Perfectly rolling inside of you.  Joining each other just like you were always supposed to be.  In and out, over and over again, and it’s the most beautiful and eye opening thing you have ever felt.  Memories that have happened, and will yet to happen passes through your mind, but the only thing you’re truly focused on is Paul.  

His little grunts of pleasure.  The way he fit perfectly in you, but still gave that slight stretch, and fulfillment.  The way his face is so relaxed, but he bites his lip.  The beads of sweat that gather around his hairline.  Right down to his flexing muscles with every drive into you.  It was glorious the way he balanced his weight on his forearms, using his fingers to pet around your face.  It was wrong, and oh so right.  It was too new, and wasn’t old enough.  It was yours, and he was yours.

Your fingers cling to his back, feeling the ripple of his body as he buries himself into your wet heat.  This was what life was about being with him.  Always with him.  Stupid man thinking he could run from a soulmate.  You two were bound together in your souls.  Every part of you and him connected, and fused together to make the two of you, one. 

He changes his angle, and you grip tighter.  Letting him hear the sounds you have held inside all this time.  Screeching out his name as pleasure overtakes your body.  Your walls clench down around him.  Judging by the pitch up in his moans, he was close.  Already changing his stance a bit, “Don’t pull out.”

“Fucking hell,” he grits down as the best feeling you have ever felt fills up your belly.  He kisses over your forehead, panting out your name, “You can’t say shit like that while I’m about to come.”

“Why?” 

“I wasn’t able to pull out.”

“I didn’t want you to,” he stares down at you for a moment, and sighs.  “We won’t get in the habit, but this…we needed it.  You ran away from what we were.  ANd I just wanted to feel all that you.

“Yeah, yeah.  Now I want you to wear me inside of you, while I take us to eat, okay?”  He pulls himself out slowly, and you already hate the feeling.  Whining as he leaves you.   

“Just don’t run away again.”

“I could never.”

Next

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @missusbarnes-rogers @peaches1958 @seitmai @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989 @floral-recs @buckybarnesisdaddy @magnificentsaladllama

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 167 & 168

Welcome to Weeks 167 & 168

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 60 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Fallen Angel - (Brock x OFC, Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Heaven or Hell? - (Lloyd x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Plum Flavored Chapstick - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Winner Winner - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Bewitched crossroads - @nekoannie-chan

Here Comes Goodbye - (Jimmy Dobyne x Reader) - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

Protector - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @rookthorne

When You Move, I Move - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites - (Steve x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Surrender - @mrsmischief209

Stargazing love - @/nekoannie-chan

Armchair - @/nekoannie-chan

Bittersweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @thecornerlot

Might Even Be - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Spy vs. Spy - (Lloyd x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Never Tear Us Apart - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Dark Thor Oneshot- @/syntheticavenger

dangerous - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

Ours - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Yours & Mine - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

MINE - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

As He Sees Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What's Left - @/mrsmischief209

Kinktober 2023, Day 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Feelin' Gourd - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM! - (Clint x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Kinktober, Day 3 - (Paul D x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Day 1: Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Slow Hand - (Billy R x Reader) - @/mrsmischief209

Against the ghost - @/nekoannie-chan

Daddy Dearest - (Steve x Reader) - @cherienymphe

Daddy - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

ever since - (Bucky x Deaf!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Hypothetically speaking - (Bucky x Reader) - @littleseasiren

Rooted in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Branded - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kinktober Week 1: Table/ Threesome/Sensory Dep - (Stucky x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Kinktober 2023, Day 4 - (Cole T x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Kinktober Day 4: Overstimulation - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Day 7: Striptease - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis and Honey - Autumn This On That - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Six Steamy Sentence Challenge - @sagechanoafterdark

Under the Hood - (Steve x Reader) - @/andydrysdalerogers

Don't Make It Harder - (Andy x Reader) - @/slyyywriting

Brock x Reader x Billy Oneshot - @/fluffyprettykitty

Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex - (Sam x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Staff unveiled - @/nekoannie-chan

day 3 - choking & spitting - (Lloyd x Reader) - @vellicore

Miss Your Kiss - (Thor x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

THE DEVIL - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

What is this? - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

babydoll - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Everything I want… - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

One Night With You ~ Pt 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

day 1 - cockwarming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/vellicore

Needy - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Day 10: Exhibitionism - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Only You - (Steve x Reader) -@/flordeamatista

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low

1: No, You Can’t Take Your Goldfish

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby!

W/C: 4.6k

A/N: Okay, look… this is just one huge big smut fest and I’m not even sorry. Part 3 will be the Paul Diskant entrance for mine and @spectre-posts Kinktober. As always, thanks to her for being a wonderful beta.

Rock N Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 16

“For the last time, no, you can’t take your goldfish!” Paul groaned as Jack stared up at him, his face mutinous, little arms folded over his chest. “He’ll be fine; he has his vacation feeder, just like CJ’s.”

Jack pouted and opened his mouth but Disco was quick to shut him down. “No, end of discussion. Now come on! We got ten minutes before we need to drop you off.”

With a final groan, the near three year old moved towards the little tank and peered into it. His precious goldfish, which CJ had won for him at the fair, was swimming amongst the upturned, chaotic assemble of ornaments. “Be backs soon, Batman.” He sighed. “Don’ts died.”

“He won’t die.” Paul rolled his eyes, his hand falling to the back of Jack’s head, herding him out of the room.

They made their way downstairs, where CJ was sat in the lounge, Woody sprawled on the sofa next to him.

“How comes Woody goes, nots Batman?” Jack challenged immediately.

“Because he’s a dog and can’t live here alone, the fish can. Now, enough. Sit down so I can put your sneakers on.” Paul arched his brow as he looked at his youngest.

Jack did as he was told, looking up as you walked into the room, checking your purse.

“Passports, tickets…” you closed it with a deep breath, “okay…we’re good.”

You glanced at CJ who was watching Paul with Jack before his eyes turned back to the TV. He seemed a little quiet, and it was setting you on edge.

Since CJ had been born, your vacations in tropical locations, with a cocktail in your hand and a sun lounger or the sand beneath you had been swapped for family camping trips or visits to places which were packed with activities you could do with the boys. Even your day trips were centred around them, planned with near military precision. And, whilst you and Paul loved every second of it, Paul had decided that for one week this summer, you were taking an adults only trip to Mexico to be Paul and Y/N. As such, the boys were being watched by Paul’s parents for the week and yours for the weekend.

You were looking forward to it, of course you were, but you were nervous. You’d left the boys before for the odd date night, and a couple of overnight stays at the hotel you’d gotten married in, but this was the first time you’d stayed away for more than one at a time. And the fact that your two sons at times could fight like cat and dog worried you. A lot.

CJ had grown better at tolerating Jack, and you knew he loved his little brother. At times, the pair of them were inseparable. However, at others, when Jack misbehaved or persistently irritated CJ for one reason or another, all hell would break loose. This would result in tears, tantrums and time outs, normally for both of them, which CJ found highly unfair. You took great pains to explain to him that his behaviour when he pushed or hit Jack, or yelled horrible things at him was equally as unacceptable as the actions that has caused his reaction and he was starting to understand. But still, you knew he found it hard and in all honesty, sometimes you couldn’t really blame him.

Jack, however, was a lot less sensitive to any form of punishment than CJ was, or ever had been for that matter. You and Paul had both caught your youngest once in a time out, stripped down to his waist, doing some odd hip thrusting dance to music only he could hear. Both of you had tried so hard not to let him see you laughing, hastily closing the door behind you. However, later that evening, when you’d had time to think about it, it made the pair of you groan and ponder what exactly you had to do to make Jake realise his behaviour at times was not to be tolerated. And you were loathe to admit it, but you had to agree that the nickname Paul had given him, Kevin (after the well-known hell raiser from Home Alone) was well earned.

Both Dot and Jim found all of this highly amusing. Whilst you saw Paul in CJ, both looks and his sensitive yet often stubborn demeanour, they saw nothing but Paul in Jack. Apparently, your husband had also been a little shit, regularly wreaking havoc upon his parents and elder brother until eventually calming down around the age of eight. Which gave you hope, until you realised if that was true for your youngest, you had another five and a bit years of this to put up with.

You took to standing in front of your eldest and squatted down to his eye level. When your hands rested upon his knees, his daddy's eyes looked back at yours. "Hey, you wanna tell me why you look so disappointed?"

CJ looked at you, then he shrugged. “I’m just…I don’t wanna share a room with Jack.” He took care to lower his voice a little, his hands tangled in Woody’s fur. “I likes my own room.”

“Well, Grumpy and Nanny have two spare rooms.” You reasoned, “you can just ask to sleep in the other one. I’m sure they won’t mind. It doesn’t have a TV though.”

"That’s okay, I can take my book, or colors."

“Then there’s no problem then.” You smiled back at him.

“You and daddy wonts be mad?”

"No, baby, of course not." You sighed. "But remember, please don't get upset with Jack if he wants to nuggle. He's still having bad dreams sometimes, okay?"

CJ took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Ceej?” Paul spoke and Connor turned to look at his dad. “You wanna grab your shoes, buddy? Then check you got everything you need?”

"I gotta go to my room. I forgot my colors and books." He scooted off his seat and scurried upstairs.

You winked at Paul as you stood.

“Right, cases are in the car, kids rucksacks are here…” Paul looked around, his hand running over his once again freshly shorn buzz cut. “Just gotta load them and Woody and we’re set, Sugar. Couple of hours and we’ll be on the plane.”

You sighed with contentment. "I'm ready, I wasn't as far as late last night, worrying about the boys and them getting along while we're gone, but, I'm so ready, Stud."

“They’ll be fine. As dad always likes to point out, they never put a foot wrong when they’re there.” Paul smiled, his hands falling to your hips.

You gently smiled, "I know." Your hands went to rest on his biceps. "Did you pack everything you need?"

“I did.” He grinned. “Two pairs of Speedo’s, sliders and a toothbrush. Oh. And the cuffs…” he winked as he leaned down to kiss you.

You kissed him gently. "Speedos? You own a pair? Two pairs?"

"And the cuffs." He purred into your neck.

Jack made a retching noise at your display of affection, something you knew he’d learnt from Barnes and Steve. Disco snapped his fingers and Jack rolled his eyes. About that same time, CJ brought his things down, his hands full.

"I'll help you," you slipped away from your husband and moved to take a couple of things out of Connor’s arms. Disco turned to Jack who hopped off the sofa grinning.

“Grumpy’s?”

“Yup, let's go, Kevin." Paul snorted as he went to direct the three year old towards the garage door from the entry. He whistled and Woody trotted right behind him.

Your departure and the drive to Dot and Jim’s went smoothly and to time. Once the boys stuff was unloaded, you had half an hour or so to make sure they were settled in before it was time for you to head to the airport. The time went too quickly, and soon you were saying goodbye with a little wobble in your voice.

"Be good, please," you picked up Jack and hugged him close.

“I good boy. Pwomise.”

"Okay, baby," you kissed his cheek and let him down, not sure you totally believed him.

He ran over to Paul who was holding CJ in a huge hug. He set his eldest down, who made his way to you as Paul scooped Jack up.

"I love you, Mommy," CJ hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, Ceej. Look after Jack, okay? My big boy.” You kissed your five-year-old son’s temple.

"Okay. I promise."

“Thank you. And remember, if he’s being naughty or upsetting you, you ask him firmly but nicely to stop. If he doesn’t…”

“Tell Grumpy or Nanny, don’t react.”

"Good, bub," you kissed his cheek. "I love you, baby.'

He smiled and hugged you again before you set him down, and turned to make a fuss of Woody.

"You ready, Sugar?" Paul stood beside you.

“Yeah…” you stood up after giving your faithful dog a final scratch and nodded. “Let’s go.”

"Have fun, relax," Dot grinned.

“I’ll try.” You laughed. “Please call us if there’s any problems. My dad will be here Friday midday to collect them.”

“And don’t take any of their crap.” Paul instructed.

"They're at Camp Grumpy, there won't be any crap!" Big Jim smirked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the look your boys exchanged.

"We gotta go, baby," Paul encouraged.

“Okay, okay…” you nodded, casting one last look at your sons. “See you in a week, be good.”

"Bye-bye, Mommy," Jack called out with a wave.

You waved back as Paul ushered you out of the house and into the car.

“They’ll be fine.” He gently took your hand and pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist.

"I know." You nodded.

With a smile, he reversed the car from the drive and set off back up the road.

In less than twenty minutes, you were dropping your car off at the long-term parking lot and hitching your shuttle to the terminal.

Thanks to the express check in that Paul had paid for, your bags were taken and you were through and settling at the bar almost an hour to the minute you’d left his parents.

Paul insisted on first class and all-inclusive from the moment you'd begun planning this trip. It was special to him, to spoil you and show you how much of a queen you were to him. The sap promised he'd handle everything and you were hesitant at first, given how his work load had been of late, but he was relentless. You finally agreed, but made him promise you decided on a location together and that was fine by him. The rest, he could take on.

You sighed as the bartender gestured around the lounge and told you to help yourself to the various spirits, wines, beers and fizz that lay in fridges dotted around, or if you wanted something a little more special, he was happy to whip up a cocktail.

"What is it?" Paul didn't miss the extra huff of air.

“Honestly…I’m just trying to decide what to have.” You chuckled.

He grinned, "well, we're Mexico bound, so I'm going with a Cadillac on the rocks."

“Hmmmm okay, let’s make it two…”

Soon enough, with cocktails in hand, you and your husband sat in a comfy two seat couch. He leaned over and kissed you gently, before clinking his glass to yours. “To our first week away alone in years, Mrs. Diskant.”

"To us, Stud," you smiled brightly.

****

Thirteen hours later, including one quick layover in Houston and a two-hour private chauffeur drive, you had arrived at your all-inclusive resort in Tulum, Mexico. You couldn’t help but whistle at the gorgeous lobby as you waited whilst Paul checked you in.

Eventually, you saw him walking back towards you, key card in his hand and a grin on his face. “They’re gonna take our cases and then come back for us. Be about ten or fifteen minutes. Drink whilst we wait?”

"Yeah, let's."

He took your hand and you made your way over to the bar area just off the right of the lobby. You should be exhausted, given the journey time, but you’d managed a good sleep on the overnight flight, thanks to the reclining first class seats, and your adrenaline from the excitement had kicked in.

You both ordered a beer, before you sat at the shiny, mahogany bar and Paul turned to you.

“Even better than it looked on the photos.”

"It's stunning, really. Feels like another world," you observed and sipped your beer.

Paul smiled, "we deserve this, Y/N. No spared expense. We've saved for this. I can't wait to show you our room. It's phenomenal. Private, romantic as fuck."

“Like you, huh stud?” You grinned at him.

Paul simply winked and shrugged, "Anything for you, sweetheart."

You chuckled and then reached out to cup his cheek, the fingers of your left hand scratching through his short beard. “I know…and I love you for it.”

He shuddered under your touch. "A week of just us, fuck, Sugar, I'm so happy right now."

You chuckled and dropped your hand to his knee. “Anyone would think you couldn’t wait to escape our boys.”

"I love our kids, you know I do, but we just, well, you do so much for them, bringing them up...” Paul gave you a soft smile. “I know at times it’s a relentless task and yeah, one we totally signed up to as parents but, well, I felt we just needed this, you know?"

“Yeah, I get it.” You nodded, “I was just teasing. And we do so much for them. You bring them up too, you know. Ain’t just me.”

"Certainly hasn't felt like it lately." He sighed and finished off his bottle.

“Yeah but that’ll pass,” you soothed, “it’s been a busy time, lotta bad guys to catch. And you’ve been picking up those extra shifts for the beat as well, helping cover…” you shook your head, “just part and parcel of the job.”

"Yep."

“Hey…” you squeezed his hand, “have you missed a single one of Ceej’s soccer games?”

"No, I haven't," he said honestly.

“Exactly. Last week you came in at like 3am, had what, 4 or 5 hours sleep and got up to take him. You’ve also not missed a single beat with Jack when you’ve promised to take him places either. You work so hard to make sure they never go without, especially since I only work three shifts a week.”

“No, I know but…well, we’ve-“

“Don’t worry about me.” You shook your head. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Paul smiled and then he snorted. “Hey, did I tell you when we were out on our walk round the reserve the other day, Jack announced he wanted to do karate?”

"Not a bad idea. I'll look into it when we get back." You nodded. “Not sure what age they can start from, though.”

“Really?” Paul snorted, “you wanna reach him to hit people?”

“Might help him channel his energy.” You laughed. “But seriously, he’s no interest in soccer at all, so it would be good for him to have something.”

“Oh god what if he wants to play baseball.” Paul suddenly paled, “and they give him a bat…”

"He does love his Dodgers like his Daddy. So does Ceej, I always thought that would be his sport but…well, we got Barnes to thank for his soccer obsession.”

"Not a bad thing." Paul leaned forward and kissed you.

A concierge patiently cleared his throat as he stood before you, dressed in all white linen clothes. "Mr. Diskant, your villa is ready."

At that you blinked before you looked at Paul. “We’re in a villa?”

Paul simply winked and stood as you did, looking to the concierge. "Lead the way."

With a nod, the two of you followed him to an awaiting golf cart and sat on the seats. He drove a bit away from the main lobby towards the water's edge. And within minutes, stopped in front of a palapa roofed building.

"Here's your home for the week, enjoy," the man said in a thick Spanish accent. "Should you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you," Paul tipped him and as he drove off, your husband took your hand, "right this way, Sugar."

With a click of the key, you set foot into the two-story open floor plan villa. You found yourself simply gaping as you took it all in. It was ridiculously opulent, every single inch you could see was gorgeous. Ahead of you was a beachfront terrace with private hammocks hanging from the upper deck's frame. The jewel blue Caribbean crashed into the white sand beach beyond that. Just behind you, among the entry just to its left was a patio, emersed in the jungle of Tulum and outdoor soaking pool.

“Holy shit,” was just about the only thing you could think of to say.

As you set foot up the open stairs, you found the master bedroom and you gasped. The most majestic room you'd ever seen was laid out in front of you. The seven meter elevated palapa roof, an unforgettable bathing tub, and a king-size bed that could roll onto your expansive private terrace would allow you to sleep under the stars.

“Paul…” you whispered as you headed over the terrace to check out the view, the early afternoon sun lit up the sea, like millions of tiny sapphires.

His big arms wrapped around you from behind and his beard rubbed against your cheek. "Surprise." He whispered.

You laid your hands over his forearms and leaned back into his chest. “This is unbelievable.”

"We've got all week to do nothing or everything."

“Yeah…” you closed your eyes and took a deep, content breath as Paul kissed your neck.

“So, whaddya say we freshen up, change into something a little more vacation chic and head for something to eat. Then grab a few drinks, lay on the beach…”

"I like this plan," you couldn’t help the smirk as you turned in his arms. "I shopped specifically for this trip."

“Yeah…so why don’t you give me a show, huh?”

"Hmmm," you kissed him, "Alright."

“And I suppose I should manage your expectations…I don’t really have any Speedos.” He sighed, dramatically. “Sorry, I know that’s gonna disappoint you but…”

"Do we even need suits?" You said with a rasp.

“Well, not whilst we’re here…I suppose. Might raise a few eyebrows on the beach though.”

You giggled and shook your head, opening the closet to find your case.

"Restaurant opens at six, so get that bikini on, mama," Paul noticed on the bedside flyer.

“Yes, sir, officer.” You winked.

Paul headed off and came back with two beers from the fully stocked complimentary mini bar and as you drank them, you spent a little time unpacking. Then you both took a shower, which turned into your first vacation fuck. Paul easily held you up against the tiled surface, your legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself inside you. When you finally got round to actually showering you did so reasonably quickly and, shortly after, the pair of you dressed ready for the beach. Together, hand in hand you headed out and down the pathway to the white sand where you located a pair of loungers not far from the little beach hut bar.

Your black suit was hidden under your blue sarong dress as your tan straw hat was atop your head. You busied yourself getting your things laid out whilst Paul headed off to grab you both a drink. When he came back, he set the ice-cold beers down on the little table between the two loungers and made a show of peeking over the top of his glasses at you as you pulled off your sarong dress.

"Jesus," he hissed.

You arched a brow at him, “what?”

"Damn, Y/N," he glared, "you look...."

“Behave…” you felt your cheeks heat, as you glanced down at yourself, “ain’t like you’ve never seen me in a bikini before.”

"Yeah, but not one like... like that. Your boobs look great.”

“It’s not that different!” You laughed as you flopped down and sighed, grabbing your drink and sipping it. "This is insane. A week of this? I'm spoiled."

Paul grinned as he whipped off his t-shirt. “I promised you paradise, babe.”

"It's been hours and so far you've come through," you smirked.

You drank and snacked on ceviche until the sun started going down. You soaked in the rays and took in the crystal clear water until you fell asleep on the lounge.

A soft kiss roused you and you gave a gentle hum of contentment.

“Hey, Sugar…you wanna go get dinner?” Paul was hovering over you, his nose brushing yours.

"Yeah," you whispered. "Something light? Casual?"

“Sure. We don’t have to go to the restaurant, we can grab something from the snack bar to take back if you like?”

"Mmmm, I'm easy," you stretched.

“Well don’t tell everyone, they’ll all want a piece and I don’t share.” He hummed against your mouth and then nodded as you blinked a little sleepily. “Okay, I’m calling it. We’ll take something back, sit in our pool or on the terrace and get an early night. It’s been a long day or so.”

"I'm okay with this plan." You smiled at him. As he pulled back, you kicked your feet into the sand and grabbed your sarong, tying it around your waist this time and topping your head off with your hat.

Paul helped you gather your things and you headed up to the hut and ordered a selection of nachos, tacos and fries to take back with you. To your delight, they offered delivery to your villa and you were thankful you didn’t have to wait.

You both strolled home, your chat easy and full of laughter and soon you were back at your villa, sitting outside as you overlooked the ocean, more drinks in your hand. Your food arrived and you ate, and both of you found yourselves then absolutely whacked and ready to fall into the bed.

So you did just that, calling time on what had been a perfect introduction to your Mexican getaway.

****

After your arrival day, your trip moved with an easy nature and you felt lucky for that. Your first full day was spent with breakfast in bed followed by a morning of planning a few activities, which you booked through the excursions desk in the hotel lobby.

The first of which took place the next day, an excursion to Muyil, some fifteen kilometres from the resort. You arrived just after lunch and were treated to a ride through the ancient Mayan canals and calm and easy floats down its lazy rivers. Come sunset, you were provided a picnic overlooking the huge, ancient lagoon itself.

As you sat against the setting sun with your drinks in hand and the meal provided for you, you looked to your husband, "this is amazing.”

"Never seen anything like it, that's for sure." Paul agreed.

You smiled and sighed happily. “I really was tempted with the jungle trip but, well, I don’t wanna kayak or bike.” You chuckled.

“Totally, we get enough of that type of stuff with the kids.” Paul nodded.

“Although the Howler Monkeys sound cool.”

“Again, I refer to my previous point.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Speaking of which, they seemed happy when we talked to them. Don’t seem to be driving your parents nuts or fighting like they do.”

“It’s Grumpy, he has the magic touch. And speaking of which…what massage you gonna get during our spa morning?”

“Ooooh, I haven’t decided yet, I got a couple of days.” You winked. “What about you?”

“Probably the deep tissue one.”

“Well then, I’m looking forward to listening to you moan like a bitch afterwards about how much it hurt.”

“Why do you think I suggested the Mezcal for that afternoon? Numb the pain.” He winked, causing you to laugh before you placed your lips heavily against his.

“Thank you. For all of this. I’m…well, I’m just really enjoying the time with you. Unplugged, disconnected and just us!"

Paul beamed, “me too, Sugar.”

Your eyes peered into his, despite his shades covering those magical blues. "Tomorrow just the sun, sand," you leaned forward more so you could whisper, "a good fuck or two, maybe three, defiling our room."

“We’ve already defiled it pretty well, babe.” Paul grinned. “Or have you forgotten how I woke you up this morning?”

"Oh no, absolutely not. Why do you think I'm finally sleeping naked for the first time in years?" You flicked your brows.

Paul grinned, “yeah. No little cock blocks to run in, demanding breakfast at stupid AM.”

You chuckled. "You know you love it though."

“You’re right, I do. They’re a handful at times but it’s the best thing in the world.” He beamed. “My little disco balls.”

You smiled at the nickname he'd given your boys. It always warmed you to watch him parent or talk about your kids.

With the sun now down, it was time to head back. The open-air jeep ride to the hotel and your villa found you cuddled into Paul as the warm summer air swirled around you both. But upon your return, you and Paul skipped the bath and went for a soak in your private pool with a couple of drinks in hand.

One thing led to another and before you knew it you were in his lap, stuffed full once more and moaning his name as the pair of you defiled another spot in your villa.

The jungle was your backdrop and while you were in a private villa, you gave yourself the challenge of keeping quiet outside and it only made Disco growl in your ear and rail you at a feral pace.

“C’mon, Sugar…” he coaxed, his teeth nipping your collar bone, “I know you wanna scream…”

“Oh, ou, outside...." you whimpered.

“So?” He grunted as he gave a tilt up of his hips, grinding against you.

"Close..." it was all you could do to form the word.

“Let ‘em hear…” he reached up and gripped your neck at the back, pulling you down for a filthy kiss, “let ‘em hear how well I fuck my wife.”

You were gone, a pitched wail coming from you as you came.

“Oh, baby…” Paul groaned as his face pressed into your cleavage, “baby, baby, baby…”

Your whole being shook in his lap as you kept rolling your hips to ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his hands gripped your hip as he leaned back, thrusting up into you harder, “…so fuckin hot.” His feet planted on the floor of the pool, his hips continuing to rise and fall, a fast and frantic rhythm. You’d barely come down from your first orgasm when you could feel a second one already sparking deep in your core.

“Oh, yeah…” Paul coaxed. “Cum again, sweetheart, wanna feel you.” He watched your face, and soon he saw and heard that "oh" that put your lips in a perfect circle as you came and it wavered as your body now quaked.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Paul’s jaw clenched as his brow furrowed. “Imma…shit…oh…god…” His face screwed up in pleasure, his eyes closing momentarily, his mouth opening in supplication as he came, clinging to you.

Chests heaving, you both stilled for a moment, waves from your soaking pool sloshed around your bodies. Paul gave a little chuckle as he leaned up to kiss you softly, the tenderness a stark contrast to the desperation with which he’d been fucking you.

You hummed a little chuckle as a lazy, serotonin smirk spread your lips. "Wow...."

“Yeah…wow.” He licked his lips and allows himself to sag back against the edge of the pool, taking you with him.

"Fuck, that was good, Stud."

“Glad you thought so.” He grinned dopily.

***

Part 2

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Ask Post: Disco & Sugar! 5, 15, 27, 31

5: What’s something most people love that you hate?

Sugar: I don’t think there’s much in life that Disco hates, other than being beaten by me at some kind of shooting/physical game. And everyone loves to see it happen…

He scoffs.

Disco: And you, well you’re not really a huge fan of swanky, posh restaurants. I mean, you like going every once in a blue moon, but definitely much happier on date nights with food trucks and beers at the beach.

15: Have you felt butterflies in your stomach today?

Disco: Yeah, when I heard Ceej yelling that Jack was squeezing the toothpaste out all over the bathroom…

Sugar: That wasn’t butterflies, Stud. That was the Jack Dread.

Disco: Hmmm, yeah…guess you’re right.

27: What part of a person’s body do you usually find the most attractive?

Disco: Boobs….

Sugar: snorts. What about my ass?

Disco: That too…

Sugar: It’s his arms and shoulders for me…

31: What is the tenth picture in your phone gallery?

Disco: These two reprobates

Sugar: I haven’t changed my phone in a while…look how teeny Jack was..

Disco: Ahhh, before he turned into a little-

Sugar: DO NOT say it…

[the-iceni-bitch]

Queen Bitch

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!reader

Words: ~1.9k

Summary: Every cop in the LAPD hates your ass, but Paul’s finally had enough.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (hate sex, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, scratching, biting, almost slapping, quick and rough sex, semi public sex), severe misogyny, cheating on both ends, bad cop tropes, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Thank you so much @geminixevans​ for giving me the kick in the ass to finish this thing! Hope it’s not super obvious that I really don’t like cops here, but whatever. Apparently, I really like making everyone in my fics absolute assholes, so sorry, there’s almost no redeeming qualities here except for very hot sex.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library​ and turn on notifications!

“Y/L/N, what the fuck was that?” 

You sighed when Detective Diskant intercepted you on your way out of court, almost reaching out to grab your arm then thinking better of it at the last minute.

“That was me giving you and that idiot partner of yours a chance to actually give me a case I can fucking use.” You tapped your foot irritably while he glared at you.

“We had a fucking case, there was a witness!” He had never been so frustrated, you’d tanked cases of his before, but this was a murder.

“You mean the 16 year old escort who could barely remember her own name when I was doing prep with her, but could describe your perp in perfect detail?” You rolled your eyes at him and ignored his growl. “Make sure to tell Ludlow if he’s gonna threaten a minor with trafficking charges to get her to testify, she’d better have a spine so she doesn’t break down the first time someone challenges her.”

“Goddamn it.” He ran his hand over his face at that, he knew leaving Ludlow alone with a witness would come back to bite him in the ass one day. “The evidence…”

“All fucking circumstantial, bring me something else and I’ll nail the guy to the wall, but Judge Martin would have thrown this out with prejudice and then we would have been shit outta luck.” You pulled out your phone  and broke eye contact with him, frowning at something on your screen. “I have a depo to get to, call me when you and Ludlow unfuck this.”

Paul just stared after you when you strutted off, the sway of your hips only serving to frustrate him more. Every time, every fucking time you pulled one of their cases he ended up having to do ten times the work because you were such a frigid bitch.

Ludlow flipped the fuck out when Diskant filled him in, ranting about uptight cunts who had zero fucking idea what it took to bring these scumbags in. His bad mood ended up rubbing off on the rest of the unit, since almost every one of the detectives had to put up with your bullshit at some point.

The ranting at the station led to the squad filtering to the Black Bell once their shift was over, determined to stew in their rage over how much they really hated you. Paul had heard some vitriol in his career, but something about you and your tight little outfits and icy demeanor just set those detectives off.

“Oh, fuck no.” Griffin growled into his beer when a new group walked into the bar. “Goddamn lawyers.”

“There’s that fucking cunt. Just look at that slut.” Ludlow looked ready to spit nails when he saw you, gripping his glass so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“Someone needs to fuck the bitch out of her.” Johnson was watching you like a hawk, sipping his bourbon slowly as his eyes traveled over your body. “Would’ve thought Barber would be up to it, but guess that icebox between her legs really will suck the soul out of you.”

“You’re all drunk.” Paul shrugged uncomfortably when he watched Andy wind his arm around your waist while the two of you chatted with Mike and Scott. He didn’t  know how those men could possibly put up with working with you, and what you could possibly offer to make a good guy like Barber actually move in with you.

Paul growled when the sound of your laugh carried over the noise of the bar, the melodious lilt of your joy making his eye twitch, especially since it was in such stark contrast to what he was used to hearing from that bitch mouth of yours. You did it again and he slammed his drink down on the table and rose to his feet, mumbling about taking a leak under his breath while the rest of the team continued speculating about how cold you must be in bed.

He took a second when he was done emptying his bladder to try to reset, splashing his face with some cold water before staring at himself in the mirror. The only thing that broke him out of his thoughts was the light knock on the door, his slightly improved mood immediately souring when you were standing there waiting for him.

“Well, hey there Diskant.” You gave him a wicked smirk when he snarled at you, pushing past him and bending over the sink to check your makeup. “You heading back to the bitchfest? What’s tonight’s topic, how I’m out to fuck over you good old boys? Or how someone just needs to give me that good dick to straighten me out?”

“God, you’re such a fucking mouthy bitch.” He ran his hand over his face in frustration as he watched you reapply your lipstick. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I dunno, probably dealing with a bunch of macho assholes who make no secret their nickname for me is ‘cunt, esquire’.” You snorted softly and chucked your lipstick back into your bag. “Might be able to tolerate it a little better if you were actually good at your jobs.”

“Fuck you, if you knew anything about the shit we have to deal with…”

“I have a cop father, so I think I fucking get it.” You leaned on the sink and turned to face him. 

“Oh, that’s what it is, huh?” He sneered when he stepped closer to you, not sparing a thought for the door swinging closed behind him. “Daddy was a cop who didn’t give princess enough attention, so now you’ve got a stick up your ass for the boys in blue, huh?”

“I’m not your fucking princess.” You squared up with him when he pinned you against the sink. 

“I know, ‘cause you’re a cunt.” He rested his hands on either side of your hips on the edge of the sink, leaning into you and grinning when you growled at him. “Frigid, uptight little bitch.”

He managed to catch your hand when you brought it up to slap him, gripping your wrist and pulling you even closer until your breath was mingling as you panted into each other’s mouths. You stilled for a beat and glared at each other, the air between you crackling with tension until his gaze dropped to your lips.

That was the only warning you had before he was smashing his lips to yours with a deep moan, ripping your blouse open and shoving your skirt up around your hips as he growled into your mouth. You dropped your hands between you to work on his belt as he ripped your nylons open and thrust his fingers inside you, groaning when he found you warm and wet and ready for him.

He hissed when you freed his cock and let it slap against your pussy, spearing into you in one quick thrust and immediately starting to fuck you in vicious strokes. You wrapped your legs around his hips and rolled your body to meet him, wrenching his collar open and shoving your hands under his collar so you could dig your nails into his shoulders while you bit at his lips.

“Fuck, harder.” You shoved one hand under the back of his slacks to press him deeper into you, clenching around him and licking into his mouth before baring your teeth at him in a snarl.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” He clapped his palm over your mouth and sneered at you, smearing your lipstick over your face as he bent to suck and bite at your nipples through the soft lace of your bra while his hips slammed into yours. “Sick of your fucking voice.”

You whined when he hit you deep, arching into his face and scraping your nails over his scalp as you bit at his fingers where they were resting over your mouth. He groaned when he felt you starting to clench around him with each push of his hips, sinking his teeth into your tit to try to muffle his grunts as he started rocking into you even harder.

The sink was rattling dangerously as you rested all your weight against it, Paul slamming a hand into the wall beside the mirror in an attempt to keep himself steady and using the other to grip your thigh and pull you down to meet each violent cant of his hips. Your body started shaking around him as he brought you closer, his face moving back to yours and smothering your lips with his to cover the thin whine that was coming from your throat.

“Shit, ah… fuck.” Your body jolted when he ground against your clit, your pussy clenching around him in waves and trying to draw him deeper as you started to fall apart. 

He groaned when your nails dug into his neck and hip, dragging across his skin and raising red welts as he swallowed your soft cry when your cunt fluttered around him and coated him in your thick cream. The sight of it covering his cock as he thrust in and out of you had him following right behind you, slamming you into the mirror and snarling before he was shooting his cum into you in thick white ropes.

You were panting heavily once you were both finished, Paul tucking his face into your neck and breathing deeply to try to regulate while you were still clenching and spasming around his softening cock. Then you were shoving him off you with a sniff, your hands flying over your body as you tried to assess how much damage had been done while avoiding making eye contact with him.

There was no way to describe how you looked aside from well fucked, your hair mussed and makeup smeared all over your face with your nylons completely ruined and your shirt missing a couple of buttons. Not that he looked much better, his lips swollen and covered in your lipstick with scratches along his neck and surely under his sex rumpled button up, too.

“Fuck, Andy.” You winced when you looked at the door to the bar, hopping off the sink and starting to try to straighten yourself out. “Get the fuck out.”

“Wait…”

“Out.” Your hands were shaking when you shoved him towards the door, barely giving him a chance to tuck himself back into his pants before he was standing in the hallway and trying to talk to you. “This didn’t fucking happen.”

He just gaped at you when you slammed the door in his face, his face twisting in a snarl as he started to button himself back up.

“Fucking cunt.” He stormed towards the back door and into the alley, rubbing his hand over the scratches you’d left on his neck and wondering how the fuck he was gonna explain the obvious sex scars to his fiancee. 

[georgiapeach305132]

Main Masterlist

All updates and new fics will be over @georgiapeach30513 and then reblogged to this blog.  You can find the Masterlist here

Series

Man Out of Time

The never ending story about OFC Charlie Allen and her travels through the MCU with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.  I do not foresee this ending anytime soon, and I enjoy randomly writing chapter and shorts for it.

🖤

Desperate Affairs

Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?  This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters!

💋Part 1💋Part 2💋Part 2.5💋Part 3💋Part 4 💋Part 5💋Part 6💋Part 6.5💋Part 7💋Part 8💋Part 8.5💋Jake Jensen💋Part 9💋Part 9.5💋Meeting Andy💋Part 10💋Part 10.5💋Girl Talk💋Part 11💋Part12💋Part 13💋Part 14💋

🖤

Mr. Freezy Pops (Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge/Paul Diskant)

Life would have been so much easier for you if you didn’t have a random run in with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Or was the meeting that random?

🍦Part 1🍦Part 2🍦Part 3🍦Part 4🍦Part 5🍦Part 6🍦Part 7🍦Part 8🍦Part 9🍦🍦Part 10🍦Part 11🍦  COMPLETE 🍦Part 12 *BONUS*🍦

Freezy Pops AU Drabbles/Headcanons

Sun Bathing

Little Bit of Blood

I’m Not Him

It Was an Accident

Pretty Girl Confessions

Visiting Robert with the Twins

We’re Keeping It

Life with Paul

Paul Returns

Who’s Your Daddy

Psychotic Trio

🖤

Captain/Soldier

When Steve Rogers is on the run, what’s his girlfriend to do when after a year she’s had no response from him?  Well, she gets in a relationship with Soldier Boy

🛡Part 1🛡Part 2🛡Part 3🛡

Meeting Soldier Boy

🖤

Moon Rituals

As the last Moon Sprite you should stay safe behind your Faerie Ring but when a handsome Chase Collins waits for a Faerie outside of the ring.  What does the witch want?

🌓Part 1🌗Part 2🌓Part 3🌗

🖤

The North Princess & The Seven Men

❄ Prologue ❄ Steve Rogers ❄Colin Shea ❄ Chris Beck ❄

One Shots

The majority of these are just random and wanting to have fun with different characters/scenarios.  And because I’m a slut for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters why not?

🖤

Sebastian Stan Characters

The Auction (Chris Beck)

Adventures in Underland (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)

Welcome to the Tea Party (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)

Dire Straits (Destroyer!Chris)

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty (Chase Collins)

Gossip Games (Carter Baizen)

Road Trip (Lance Tucker)

When You’re the Best of Friends (T.J. Hammond)

Just One Night (Frank)

🖤

Chris Evans Characters

Game Over (Jake Jensen)

On the Good Ship Ares (James Mace)

Dire Straits (Ari Levinson)

Johnny’s Little Firefly (Johnny Storm)

Gossip Games (Ransom Drysdale)

Just One Night (Jake Jensen)

🖤

Supernatural

The Three Sides of Dean Winchester

[twittytelly]

What I read in 2021 - May

Masterlist

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

Kissing Andy Ask by @worksby-d

Sweeter Endings by @dollslayer

Dating Ransom Drysdale…by @hlkwrites

Comforting Chris Ask by @hlkwrites

So Confused by @sylvie-writes​

Andy Using His Beard Against You Ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Get in Here Now! by @tuiccim

Building A Snowman With Ransom Ask by @rodrikstark

A Great Mentor: Ice Skating by @worksby-d

Steve With A Praise Kink Ask by @heli0s-writes

Talking Bodies by @angrythingstarlight

Ari And The Safeword Ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Angsty Running Into Chris After A Breakup Ask by @hlkwrites

Soft Ransom Ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Steve At An Event Oneshot by @imanuglywombat​

Good Girl by @worksby-d

why are you so loud by @cevansprincess

Happy Running Into Chris After A Breakup Ask by @hlkwrites

SugarDaddy!Andy Ask by @worksby-d

First Argument Ask by @stargazingfangirl18

Senator Steve And Squirting ask by @worksby-d

Being Drunk/Tipsy With Colin Ask by @rodrikstark

Brown Skin by @whiskey-cokenfanfic

Guilty As Charged by @what-is-your-plan-today

Partition by @whiskey-cokenfanfic

Advisement by @whiskey-cokenfanfic

Surprising Chris by @theycallmebecca

Not Alone by @itsjustmelainey

Semi-deleted Scene From The Highest Bidder by @pagesoflauren

Tutor!Frank ask by @rodrikstark

Andy Barber Getting A Haircut Ask by @angrythingstarlight

Ongoing Series: 

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It by @what-is-your-plan-today and @icanfeelastormbrewing

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World by @what-is-your-plan-today

The Beginner’s Guide to Kinks By Steve Rogers by @imanuglywombat

[kthynes]

hi, i've now entered this paul diskant phase so can I please request a fluff but dad paul where he had a really long day at work and then coming home to his little baby being cute babbling and just melting all his stress away. thank you and hope everything is good xx

that's the best and underrated phase to be in - welcome m'dear! I hope you enjoy this little one shot x

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

this and more

pairings: dad!paul diskant x fem!reader

warnings: fluff

I do not own this gif - credit goes to the rightful owner!

Every time Paul makes it to you it's a little different. He says a prayer just before the brigade in hopes that he'd have a fulfilling life with you, at least the bearing continuation of one.

Paul loves you. He's in love with you. He'd tell all his buddies down at the station how eternally lucky he was to have you and how much it'd ache for him to see you go - not that you were leaving. No. You'd be crazy to see yourself out when everything about him was melded into the fragments of your soul especially when you've loved him enough to have his son and possibly a whole army if he had asked.

That's what consumed you as his woman. That never-ending trust and devotion.

"You excited to see your boy?" Ludlow inquires a little too paternally in the acclimating silence that follows. He quirks a brow at the young detective who is now engrossed in the passenger seat. The sighing hymns of the FM radio was dialed down just as the two men spoke with smattering earnest.

"I am." Paul relieves after taking part in the Mission Five raid that had him away from his family for nearly a week. A week too long. "And here I was thinking that my time wouldn't be up."

"It was barely a life sentence, Disco." The senior officer exhales a laugh the second he pulls up to the better parts of L.A where the homes were all suburban endemic and the lawns weren't littered with used injection needles and beer bottles. Paul had it good. Better than Ludlow could've ever imagined for himself as he discontented a half smile. "I guess this is you?"

"It is, thanks man."

"Yeah anytime."

Paul unlocks the front door and quietly trudges through the annex. He's still knotted up from the post-missionary nerves that claims territory with repentance. But then upon hearing the loud melody of children's programming, chorusing on loop, instantly pulls him in a sprightful mood.

Home is his heartbeat.

"Honey?" He staggers and calls out to you while cautiously rousing the parameter. Everything around him was in perfect order. The dishes had been done and put away, the kitchen was nearly spotless apart from the celestial-sized coffee stain that was left behind from the leaky espresso machine you’d complain about. Some things never went away unasked and that made him smiled at the doubtful imperfections. The aromatic smells of your worldly southwestern casserole was ready to be plated and devoured but Paul couldn't settle in just yet. He ran to you, stood in your shared oasis hoping the time was right again.

"Babe?" Paul hollers once more to the jumpy tune of Veggietales.

"Out back!" You say while on hold with the phone company, apprehensively gnawing away at your thumbnail to the nub. You’d nearly forgotten, actually gotten used to Paul’s departure so when he came around through the tearing screen door your heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you for holding Mrs. Diskant. We're still trying to—“

"You're kidding me?" You were brought back to reality once your hand goes up and swings back down again, letting out a loud slap come into contact with your thigh. 

It isn’t the usual conundrum but when Paul sees you pacing the deck he can’t help but chuckle. You were his fighter, always a sparring woman and so sometimes you’d be pulling up your own britches to hold it down whenever he was away or tied up at work.

“Hey.” Paul says under his breath as you stop dead in your tracks. He shuffles past the patio furniture with an extended arm that finally snakes around your waist, drawing your slinking body close and in for a passionate peck, reclaiming you as his again. Being in his worlds embrace felt nice again. His lips slotted and fit your lips like a missing jigsaw. Truly purposeful in meaning.

“Welcome back.” You murmur against the crown of his lip. He smiles, it’s a love drunk smile that grows when he hears his cherub coo and cackle at his parents loving affair.

“You worry about that. I’m gonna be right over here.” He kisses you again before eagerly greeting his son.

"Hey buddy." He unclasps the straps of the rocker and pulls his son into his giant, hallowing arms. There’s a joyful interaction between father and son that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

Paul was meant to be a father. He was fantastic at it. He had no qualms, ill regrets or take backs. He was very much altruistic by nature and at first hand experience.

He’d melt into his sons widened expressions of awe and unsaid glee, knowing that his day job didn’t define him as much as his own son did, proving him to be a better man and by example.

“I love you.” Paul professes in short spurts to the dazzled infant. He says it over and over again to his hearts content and with unpardonable affirmation his son gives him a gummy smile. “That’s right dada loves you.”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Taking The Risks 4.5

Goodnight

Summary- 1.3k Paul Diskant x Reader (wife) Mike and his girl are secured in the safe house and settled in for the night. Paul steps out so he can check in with his own wife.

Warnings- cigarette use and bad flirting.

A/N- it's not really a chapter but I wanted to add this little drabble into the series with where they are at now. Mike isn't the only one who has a relationship to maintain and also, it's Paul. He deserves love too.

Masterlist

Already Paul could feel his blood pressure raising. It throbbed in his temples and made that one vein pop in his forehead. This was just the start of dealing with Mikes.

It was difficult having an addict for a brother. The last time he swore up and down that he was done with his shit, he had a career, a wife, they were looking to start a family.

But Mike seemed to genuinely need the help and when Paul took that call, he knew what you would say.

Whatever you choose Paul, I support you.

So he did what he thought was right. He wasn't regretting it, his brother might not be clean, but he was passionate about something other than his next high, not to mention the girl he was fighting for was in some serious trouble. Stretching from Houston all the way to Austin.

It was quiet in the house, the late hour finally bringing peace to the suburban street. With the safehouses new current tenants closing themselves up in a bedroom, Paul took his cell phone and made his way out onto the front step.

Sure it was against protocol to leave the safe house unattended, or really let the neighbors see him hanging around. But at eleven pm with it all being quiet, Paul figured he could have a cigarette to help settle him down, make a phone call to you to say good night.

First, he pulled out the crumpled pack of cigarettes he had in his pocket. Marlboro Menthol's, been a while since he was friends with these. He thought to himself as he shook the pack to eject one slender stick.

Here was the thing about having quit smoking. It's hard to have just one. Paul had already breezed through ten of these since Mike called him and it was going to be a bitch to slow it back down. But they all had their vices, Paul knew that. Flipping it between his fingers, he pressed it to his lips and sought out his lighter, flicking it a couple times till it caught and he inhaled the nicotine.

Almost a soothing balm, curling in his lungs and making the throbbing in his temple cease slightly. There was a bit of satisfaction in allowing the exhale to drift above him, clouding him momentarily from everything till it went towards the night sky and out of his life, a fleeting memory of temporary satisfaction.

He should have been a damn poet. Paul mused with a slight grin as he flicked his nail against the tip to waggle off the ashes.

After a few more inhales, he took out his phone. He didn't even have to think about the numbers. His finger swiped so easily in a pattern that it was comfortingly familiar, knowing that on the other end of that would be you, cause it was always consistently you. Paul liked order, knowing what to expect.

“Hey baby.” You hummed at him when you answered. “Calling late tonight, how's the reunion going?” there was a sound of ripples, like you dipped your toes in some water and then slid all the way in.

“Where are you , Sweetheart?” He asked while glancing upwards towards the stars, but in all that midnight darkness he was picturing you, dropping a robe on the blue tiles of the upstairs bathroom. “Went pretty good, we weren't at each other's throats if that's what you mean.”

“In the bathtub Detective, you should already know that though.” You laughed as he heard you slosh the water a bit, must be fluffing up the bubbles you added. “With my glass of red wine, my latest murder podcast. Just missing the husband in the bathtub.”

“Ah, well that bathtub isn't all that big Sweetheart.”

“We've been in tighter quarters. Remember that single stall shower we fucked in almost daily for a year?”

“That was ten years ago, either of us able to still maneuver that way?” Paul teased while you scoffed into the phone.

“Paul Diskant, I will have you know that I sure as hell can. Just because you went and got old doesn't mean I did. Now you have an excuse to get me that bigger tub though.” A clink of the glass against the tub's edge made the man yearn. Sure their tub was too small, the floor needed to be replaced and their little house was always in the middle of a home project, but he loved it. Loved being there with you.

“Add it to the list Sweetheart.”

“It's at the top.” He squished the butt of his cigarette while listening to you. “That's good you two are getting along… Mike must be really serious about this woman Paul. Is she bad off?” This was another thing Paul loved about you, you were so concerned for others, he knew you would want to help Mike and anyone near and dear to him.

“She is in a bad situation, I haven't gotten to know her yet, but… she really seems to care about Mike, as much as he does her. I only got to spend a few moments with them together, but I don't know Y/N, this isn't like when he was with Lisa.”

“Ah, Lisa wanted to change Mike too much.” You said sadly, Paul recalled Mike's ex-wife. At first, they seemed happy, but it was too forced.

“No one can change Mike but himself.” Paul said as he pulled out another cigarette, debating on if he wanted it. He didn't want to light it till he was off the phone with you, it wasn't like you needed to know he was easily breezing through a whole pack.

You knew though, your next words making him roll his eyes at himself. “You gonna light it up or just bust the filter and make it unusable?”

“How did you know, you some kind of detective?”

“Nah, married to one though. He’s pretty fucking good, taught me a thing or two, asshole. Paul, I know what you do when you're stressed. And I heard the foil wrapper through the phone when you pulled it out.”

There was no sense in hiding it, so he lit this one up, the silence between the two of you comfortable. Years of marriage will do that to you. “I don't know how long I will be doing this.”

“Take your time Paul, home will be here when you are done. I miss you though, we really could be having some fun in this tub right now.”

Paul let that sink in and it did cause a light blush go up the back of his neck and burn the tips of his ears. He would never get over you being his wife, his sexy wife. Images flitted through his mind as he took a deep inhale to let it wash him in calmness again. “Can we make that next date night?”

“Ooh yes, can we have pizza rolls too?”

“Of fucking course Sweetheart, what's date night without pizza rolls.” Taking a glance at the time, he pressed the phone back to his ear. “I’m gonna let you go so you can head to sleep. I know you got work in the morning.”

“Don’t remind me… I swear if one more teller quits the bank, I’m putting in my resignation.”

“Hey, I always said if you get sick of that job, quit.” Paul pointed out. He can picture you so accurately now going a bit quiet at the idea, maybe flicking your fingers through the suds.

“One day I might just shock you. Don't have too much fun there Paul, I love you.”

“I love you to Sweetheart and don't have too much fun without me.”

“Oh you know I will.” Came the smart retort before you two ended the call.

Paul remained on the stoop, finishing off the last of his cigarette when a notification came through on his phone. Seeing you sent a picture message, he opened it to reveal you blowing him a kiss, curled up naked in his spot on the bed with a ‘Sweet Dreams’ attached.

He immediately hit save.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List week 97

Welcome to Week 97

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in  the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old.These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​ & Header by @chaotictarlos​​​​​

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜  Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​

Chrome & Leather - Chp 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​

Long Awaited - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo​​

Goldilocks & the Three Men: Ari - @georgiapeach30513​​

Gone, Baby Part 4 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde​​

Sick Little Games - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki​​

I always knew - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​​

Yield - (Steve x Reader) - @sconnie-doesnt-know​​

Fated Mistakes - (Dean x Reader) - @writercole​​

Brooklyn by Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​​

Observation - (Bucky x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki​

Dazed and Confused - (Lee x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis​

Red Daughter - (Stucky x Reader) - @deceitfuldevout​

Your Guilty Pleasure - (Lee x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis​

Oh say, can you see (4) - (Steve x Reader) - @deceitfuldevout​

Life in the Fast Lane - The Setup - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​

bless me if I'm being too forward - (Lee x Reader) - @avintagekiss24​

Mirror Image - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes​

Bite your tongue - (Bucky x Reader) - @musingsinmoonlight​

Rock n’ Roll People in a Disco World - Chp 16 - @wiypt-writes​

Boys in Bed with Books - (Lance x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

One-shot Dark Steve - @straywords​

F.R.I.E.N.D.S - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki​

It’s meant to feel that way - (Andy x Reader) - @writerwrites​

Practice Test - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817​

[wiypt-writes]

Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low Part 3:  Do You Wanna Play A Game?

Kinktober 2022 DAY 5: Sensory Deprivation.

Co-written with @spectre-posts​

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained wihting, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby!

W/C: 4.1k

A/N: Okay, look… this is just one huge big smut fest and I’m not even sorry. 

Rock N Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Part 2

Hand in hand, you walked to the main beach where the cabana thatches were and as soon as you found an open one, you took a seat and waited for someone to come see to your needs.

The whole time you felt Paul's eyes on you. Something feral about it, something raw and so very real that it gave you the cold chills. Chills that made you feel alive and tingle in all your areas of need. It came to mind the conversation you'd started having earlier about a third child. Neither of you had really mentioned another after Jack, but…could you? Should you?

Your thoughts were interrupted as one of the waiters came over and the pair of you ordered your drinks.

You sat there again still sun bathing, you led on your back against the comfy lounge chair. You head so filled with thoughts that you didn't hear Paul until he touched your arm and you looked at him. "Huh?"

He snorted, "back to Earth, baby. I said I'm looking forward to dinner tonight. I have a surprise for you after."

“Dare I ask?”

He just cheekily smiled, "all good things, all good things, but I think you're gonna love it."

“I’m sure I will,” you grinned. “And I’m looking forward to dinner as well.”

"Yeah? You dressing up, Sugar?"

“I’m thinking about it.” You coyly smiled.

"I'd love to see you dolled up," he smiled genuinely.

“Well, I know you packed that navy suit I like…” you grinned, “I will if you will.”

"I'm game." He smirked.

“Oh I know, you’re game for anything. Why do ya think I married you?”

He snorted then chuckled, reaching for your hand as he sat next to you on the oversized lounge. "I fucking love you so much, baby."

You looked at his fingers as they gently tangled with yours. Then, you raised your head and smiled. “I know. And I love you too, with everything I have.”

Paul kissed the back of your hand and lingered his lips there for a moment. "C'mere..."

You shuffled over towards him, rolling to your side so you were facing him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, gentle and he held you there for a moment. Then it deepened. His tongue licking every crevice in your mouth. For a moment, you completely forgot where you were and simply melted into him, your hand sliding up and over his chest to the nape of his neck.

He groaned as your nails bit into him. Then Paul pulled back. The two of you panting for a moment. "Let's get wet," he smirked.

"I already am," you quipped.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his eyes darkened.

"Let's play a game, huh?" You suggested, slowly sitting up.

“Nah ah, I saw that movie…”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at him. "All foreplay the rest of the day, and through dinner. That's touching, kissing, everything but physical contact between the hips."

“You tryina kill me?“ He whined. “Sadist.”

"C'mon, at least I didn't cuff you to a chair this time."

“Suppose I should be grateful…”

“Hey we got Jack out of it." You scrunched up your nose. "Now, are we going for a dip? Or are you going to be pitching a tent on the beach all day?"

He flicked a brow up and then, with a downright filthy smirk, he leaned forward and his lips softly brushed your collarbone. The whiskers of his short beard brushed against your skin as he kissed up to your jawline. You sighed, your eyes closing and then he suddenly stopped. You whimpered, he chuckled…and then you suddenly realized the game you just started might very well kill you.

You dipped in the waves, playing around and splashing one another. You curled around Disco as you couldn't touch any longer and hoped a shark wouldn't come for lunch. You rode the waves and you kissed in the salty sea. The day was ending but your fun was just beginning.

After a couple of more beers and making out in the ocean again, the two of you headed back to your villa for showers and to ready for dinner. With heavy risk and deep temptation, you suggested the two of you shower together.

Paul sniggered, “no chance, babe, that’s only gonna end one way and I ain’t about to lose…”

"Suit yourself, I'll just be a bit then." You dropped piece by piece of your string bikini you were purposely saving for today on the floor of your room as you padded toward the open bathroom.

You heard Paul groan. “Sugar…this game is stupid with two ‘o’s.”

"Don't lie," you shouted, "you love it."

“I’d love to stick my dick in you,” he grumbled, adjusting his shorts.

"You said you brought your cuffs, right?"

Another groan.

You knew exactly what you were doing, riling him up in a different way. You wanted to make him about as feral as you did that Christmas Eve when Jack was made.

“Fucking bullshit, Y/N!” Came the yell as you turned on the shower.

You smirked to yourself.

The teasing continued through your last evening. Your dinner was, frankly, amazing. Washed down with champagne and a few cocktails. Dessert was delicious local sweets before you walked along the sand back.

You took your time, the laughter and jokes flowing between you and it, once more, reminded you of your early dates. Both of you had been so young, living with parents on rookies wage as you saved for your futures. Futures, which became one thanks to that fateful cut you received on duty one day causing you to accept a lift form the man who was now your husband. Your relationship had been tested, gripped by grief and fear then soothed by love and tenderness, care and hope. Then you became parents and the foundation continued to grow. And you hoped that it would never stop.

"Paul...." You said softly as the two of your neared your villa.

“Hmmm?”

You stopped walking so he would stop. "I meant what I said this morning."

“Remind me.”

"I wanna try for one more." You peered up at him as your toes tickled in the sand. "Just one. And if it doesn't happen, then we have the boys. And I'm okay with that.”

“Okay, technically that was something you said in the afternoon.” He chuckled as his hands fell to your hips.

You sighed with slight annoyance. "Potato... Po-taht-o." You shook your head.

“I’m a detective…” he grinned, “my job to remember the details.”

Now you smirked. "And a damned good one."

“Well, I don’t like to brag…” he grinned, before he sighed. One hand reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “One more…”

You nodded.

“I’m okay with that too.”

You couldn't help the grin that spread over your lips. "Kiss me, Stud."

A flick of his brow was followed by that gorgeous smile that could melt you into a puddle. Both his hands gently cupped your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, deep kiss. It made your toes dip into the sand, your stomach flutter and your breath catch through your nose. He deepened his motions and you whimpered. You knew that he knew he had you right then and there and he'd won the day. Having held out this long was a big win.

“So…sun’s gone, Sugar…” his breath was hot on your face as he brushed his nose against yours.

"Sure is." You trembled, your voice soft.

“Bet’s over…”

“It was a game.”

“Potato, potahto…”

"Take me to bed, Disco."

“Oh, I’m gonna…and I’m gonna fuck you so good you ain’t gonna remember your own name.”

“Mighty big claim there, Stud.”

"I come through."

“Usually.”

You smirked and slipped away from his touch, "you're gonna hafta catch me first."

He laughed, “oh, Sugar…it’s on.”

You booked it across the sand, the chiffon fabric of your dress flowing behind you as you ran up the beach toward "home". Your hair billowing behind you. You’d almost reached the steps to the door when a pair of arms circled your waist and you shrieked. He held you from behind as you teetered into the doorway. Quickly, Paul spun you around the second he kicked the door closed behind him.

“You still suck at running.” he teased.

“How do you know I don’t just want you to catch me?”

"I always do."

“Mmmhmmm,” your hand smoothed up his chest, “so whatcha  gonna do with me now?”

"I told you. Fuck you so fucking good you won't remember your name, Sugar."

You blinked up at him, your chest hitching a little at the tone of his voice.

With a bend of his knees he lifted you as if you were his new bride and carried you upstairs.

“Well this takes me back,” you giggled.

"Shhhh," he set you down at the top and what you saw stole your breath.

“How…I mean…we’ve been…”

You walked to the deck where your bed had been rolled out among the night sky and ocean sounds, turned down for the night. Tea lights were lit in surrounding. You felt Paul's presence behind you and his thick fingers pulled the tie and zip behind your neck.

“Paul…this…I can’t…it’s beautiful.” You sighed as his lips kissed the back of your shoulder.

“I told you I had a surprise.” His voice was deep, sending shivers up your spine. His fingers ghosted over your skin as he undid the zip on your dress, guiding it down to the base of your back.

When the fabric pooled at your feet, you felt his lips trail from the base of your neck and down your spine to the small of your back until his knees were to the deck. His hands reached up to your waist as he kissed the dimples at the small of your back before his hands slid slowly down to your hips and his lips pressed into the soft globes of your ass.

Fingers slid over the sides of your panties and he tugged them down ever so slowly, deftly. His lips trailing down your legs as he chased the pull of your panties. He’d done exactly the same thing on your wedding night and a hundred thousand memories flooded your senses as you stepped out of the lace.

As he stood, again his fingers moved but this time upward and around your front side.

"Do you trust me, Sugar?"

“With my life.” You soon felt something cool and silky cover your eyes. Your hands reached up and gripped his wrist. “Just…one thing.”

“Anything... "

“Take your clothes off…wanna feel you.”

"Every inch." He whispered in your ear.

You sighed as his hands squeezed your breasts and you lay your head back on his shoulder. “Yeah…please, baby.”

"I got you, Sugar." His lips grazed the shell of your ear. "It's gonna be so good."

You swallowed as his mouth moved down your neck, his hands softly caressing you. You could do nothing but sigh, soft little purrs of delight slipping from your lips. Gently he walked you forward, your eyes covered leaving you blind, and you giggled a little as your shins hit the edge of the bed

He chuckled in your ear. His hands directed your body and you were pliant to his touch. Now on all fours, you maneuvered yourself so you led on your back. It took him a moment, but you heard him speak lowly to you as he undressed.

“You look so beautiful there, Sugar. Just one thing missing…”

"What?" You spoke a little lighter than a whisper, the sounds of the night beach a nice background.

“Patience, baby…”

You licked your lips and bit your bottom lip. Butterflies of anticipation fluttered in your belly. You stilled a happy-anxious tremble with deep breaths. He was quiet, you sensed he'd gone. Then the edge of the mattress dipped and you felt his naked legs against yours, his lips gliding up your lower belly to your neck. One hand took hold of yours. There was a cool touch of metal around your wrist and a click that you had memorized in your career. He reached down and took your left hand, securing it too in the second cuff above your head. Your breathing was deep, a slight smirk curled on your lips and Paul chuckled as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Such a dirty girl underneath it all, ain’t ya?”

You couldn't keep quiet. You moaned at the assumption. "Yes," you answers.

One of his hands gripped your chin and his lips claimed yours in a dominant kiss that had your back arching, leaning into him for more. Paul used a gentle strength that had you entirely submissive to him. "Do I keep my promises, Y/N?" His breath was hot in your ear.

"Yes."

“So you know what I’m gonna do.”

"Yes."

“Tell me.”

"Fuck me so good I don't know my name."

“Damned right I’m gonna.”

"Please...."

His mouth claimed yours again, tongue licking in broad strokes into your mouth. His hands traced lines over your body as his lips followed. From your own kiss, to your jaw, that joint at your ear where he whispered complete filth. Down the column of your neck once, his hot tongue leaving its way back up. Again, lips traced every dot and freckle on your skin, across your collarbone and again a tongue between the valley of your breasts and up your sternum. Strong hands, that had seen many things, massaged your breasts while thumb and forefinger punched pert nipples.

The override of touch sense in your brain had your core nearly pulsing around nothing while you nearly melted into the sheets. You wanted to run your hands over his head, feel that buzz cut against your palm but you couldn’t thanks to the cuffs keeping them pinned to the headboard.

By the time his mouth took over from his hand, you were nothing sort of a quivering wreck. Down he went, his mouth having had its fill for now of your nipples and teeth that bit into the underside of your left breast.

He licked and nipped at your belly, the fact you couldn’t see him left you shaking as you could do nothing but wait and anticipate. And, when he reached his final prize, you were nothing short of a mess.

"Fuck, Sugar. Look at you." he groaned, his hands on your knees, holding you open.

“I can’t…” you panted, “my eyes are covered.”

He nipped the inside of your thigh and chuckled. "It was rhetorical, sweetheart.”

You squirmed a little, “do you interrogate all your suspects like this, Detective Diskant?”

"Officer..."

“Semantics.”

"Tonight," he kissed where your outer lips met your thigh, "tonight it's Officer Diskant.”

“Okay…okay…”

Either satisfied with your answer or merely bored with the small talk, he moved to your core and you felt the tip of his tongue give a flick straight at your clit. It jolted you a little, causing you to moan as he set to you. He kept a feral pace, flicks to your clit and long licks of his tongue dragging over your slit. His fingers stuffed you and he curled them into you as his palm twisted upward. A time or two his tongue slid in between his fingers and all three filled you.

You were done. His teasing alone had almost brought you off and the feel of his fingers and tongue inside you had you crying his name as you clamped around him, your body shaking, legs growing rigid.

It only set him into you further and faster.

You were panting, and normally you’d push his head away as you were so over stimulated but you couldn’t. Instead, you tried clamping your legs together in protest.

But he held you open. A starved man he was no longer.

“Paul…please…it’s too much.”

"Okay... Okay," he said softly, gently kissing the inside of your thigh. "I'm sorry."

You let your legs relax a little as his soft kisses moves across your belly.

"Imma take this off now, baby." He spoke of the blindfold.

No sooner had he removed it, and left you blinking as you regained your sight, his right hand reached up and handled the quick release on the cuffs, your wrists still always able to fit in one of his hands. Gently, he brought both your hands down and rubbed them softly, coursing blood back into the rightful place.

"Such a good girl, Sugar."

You smiled softly as you took the gentle kiss he offered you, feeling his hard cock as it nudged against your stomach. "You want some help with that?"

“You offering?” He grinned.

"You want my mouth, my tits?"

“No, I want you…”

"Get on your back, Stud."

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned and rolled over, nestling into the duvet.

With what little feeling you had in your legs, you settled yourself over him. Your hands skidded upward from his Adonis belt to his chest. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his medallion, to his collarbone and then to his scar. Your bare nipples rubbed along his own and your soaked folds glided up and down the underside of his shaft as you did so. His pre-cum leaking tip kissed your swollen and overly sensitive clit. Two large hands came to rest on your hips, blunt fingernails digging into your skin.

You bumped your nose into his. "Whatchu want, Officer Diskant?"

“Sit on it, baby…”

A different tilt of your hips and you sunk down in him. It was his turn to choke, his neck straining as he rose his pelvis to meet you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered as your head tilted back, your eyes closing all as if you were about to worship the moon. You steadied your hands at his forearms as you began to roll hips and Paul thrust upward into you.

He grunted as he felt that particular squeeze you'd give him as you hit the bottom of your roll. "Been waiting all day... fuck…to get you like this. Feels so fucking good, Sugar."

"Oh shit, that's...." Your body was responding wildly to his and your senses were on overdrive. "Oh Jesus, fuck Paul...."

"Fuck Y/N, right there…" He ground out. He was already pulsing inside you, that throb dragging along your g-spot.

"Mmm, yeah, right there, oh my fuck."

"Oh, baby girl," he coaxed. "You gonna cum for me, Sugar?"

"No...don’t wanna. Not... Yet."

"C'mon, sweetheart." Paul's body tilted upward and his hands splayed over your back as he settled deeper inside you. His lips covered your sternum and between the valley of your breasts while your hips did the work. He found the crook of your neck as his hands hooked over your shoulders from behind.

"Ohhhh fucccckkk." You were gone again, everything spinning and stars flickered behind your eyes like silver glitter.

"Oh baby, baby, baby," he purred into your skin as you came around him. With micro thrusts from his hips to ease you through it, Paul started dragging his blunt nails into your back and then again upward. You were on the cusp of the end of your orgasm when his left hand cradled your head at the base of your neck while his right trailed down your back to your left hip, his entire arm wrapping around your lower back to nestle you into him. His kissed the underside of your jaw and pulled you down with him as he led flat against the bed. He kissed you slow and deep, his tongue heavy on yours. All this while you were seated in his lap.

Your body was so pliant to his touch and moves that you easily ended up on your back while Paul caged you in with his wide and built frame. He'd refused to let his desk job wreck his beat job body and it was working for you. His arms were still bulky and he shamed every t-shirt sleeve he wore. His shirts for work were tailored as were his jackets. His chest was broad and thick, his back wide and cut. Abs that weren't as well defined as in his early twenties but still firm. And that cut at his hips, that Adonis belt, oh God did it get you.

But what you loved most, what you felt was your biggest turn on from him, was his eyes. Those gemstone blues that stared at you each and every day like you hung the moon. That would tear up easily in any sense of danger or wrong doing between you. Orbs that carried love and honor, pride and sometimes a sternness that came with his days of parenting or when you didn't exactly see eye to eye.

And a close second was that buzz cut you rallied to get those fingers in each night and that now thick beard he'd began sporting in the spring after your anniversary. Then there was that scar. That hole in his neck that healed far better than anyone imagined. The forever smooth pink skin that reminded you of the days that told of your beginning as husband and wife, the times you held fast and never gave up and now the future where love was plentiful and the opportunities endless.

The pad of your fingers on your right hand traced the lines of his face as you blindly felt around him while his lips and tongue still covered you. And, when he slowly pulled away, your eyes met his and yours flicked to that old wound. Soft and delicate fingers traced the vein in his neck, the hefty sinew of muscle, until the pad of your right middle finger circled the skin of that scar.

He swallowed, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your fingers on his skin. And, for the first time that night, he became the pliant one, a soft whimper escaping him.

"Gimme all of you, baby." You whispered.

His eyes opened and he looked at you, a soft smile on his face. “You already have all of me, Y/N. You did from the moment we met.”

"I love you, Disco."

“I love you too, baby. So, so much…” his lips brushed yours as his hips slowly started to roll once more into you. And just like that, he had flipped. From his cheeky, slightly domineering self to this loving, almost needy man that was pressed in and against you, as if he needed to feel every single inch of you against him.

"Gonna give you a baby," he whispered, hovering over your lips. "Love on you every day until then."

You moaned at his words, tilting your lips up to kiss him. “Yeah…please…”

"One more, Y/N, one more," he whispered against your kiss.

You weren't sure if he was talking about a baby or the next orgasm you had building but either way, you couldn't disagree. His hips were rocking into you now as opposed to thrusting, his pelvis barely leaving yours as his arms kept you caged in. His face stayed where it was, inches from yours as his eyes were laser focused on your own.

The connection you felt there and then was quite literally breathtaking.

His hips kept their steady pace, your hands hooked up and round his shoulders. Lips kept kissing you; on your lips, your chin, your jaw.

"So beautiful, Sugar."

Your last orgasm built slow. Paul's rocking tempo and the pressure from him grinding over thrusting as he made love to you had your belly burning as your walls slowly gripped him with steady and long holds.

"Paul... S'close."

“Yeah, baby…c’mon…let go…”

He kept whispering encouragement and quickly enough your body responded, flooding your body in heat and pulling him in impossibly close. Your chin tilted back and you clung to his shoulders with your arms still hooked around him. Your thighs squeezed at his narrow hips. Your mouth formed an 'o' with a shuddering cry.

“Thassit…” he crooned, “oh, Sugar, you’re so beautiful when you cum.”

You heard him, heard his praise but you couldn't do more than allow your body to float away in pure euphoria.

By the time you came back to earth, he was still on top of you having emptied himself inside of you.

As Paul controlled his breathing, he kissed whatever skin he could reach on your shoulder and neck. Your hands started to move again, up and down his neck.

"Oh that was amazing," you managed in a rasp.

“Mmmhmmmm,” he mumbled against your skin. “Yeah…”

The two of you fell asleep under the stars, tea lights burnt out and the Gulf as your soundscape.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Dinner With Your Family

We’re gonna try something new here. I will do multiple characters of Chris Evans and see what they’ll all do in a certain situation.

Warnings: Language, Alcohol Use, Drug Use, Vomiting Mentions, Nose bleed

Summary: How would they react to meeting your family for the first time? Would it be a good experience or a bad one.

Characters: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Colin Shea, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Mike Weiss, Andy Barber, Paul Diskant, Frank Adler, and Johnny Storm.

Chris Evans

Chris is always an outgoing guy. Asking him to meet your parents for the first time, he’s always going to have a good impression no matter what. Your way over there Chris is nervous but excited to meet your parents. Your parents heard so much about him and never thought you’d go for someone like him. He doesn’t dress too much, if your family is just outgoing as he is, he’ll wear a casual flannel shirt, sweater or a Henley. He could kill with looks in just anything he wears. He greets your parents with a handshake and when he gets comfortable he’ll give them a hug. Already your parents are liking him.

He’s the type to talk for hours. He’s got your parents laughing, if you have a dog, he’s going to secretly slip your dog some food under the table and while talking, he’ll give your pooch some scratches on the head. If you have little siblings, he’s willing to give them details on his films and they all are amazed by it. If you have an older sibling, well they get their thoughts and opinions on him. So hopefully Chris gets a good impression from them.

Your parents want to know how he is around you. He gives them everything he loved doing with you, what you two do outside of filming. Walking Dodger, watch movies and go out every now and then. You can tell your parents approve this man and trust him. If you’re close with your family, Chris would invite them on the red carpet if you were his date to the premieres. The dinner goes well, he comments on the food like he was eating at a five-star restaurant. Your mom is flattered by that. 

And when you two leave, he gives them hugs and shakes your dad’s hand. And your parents beg for another dinner with him.

.

Steve Rogers

You all know how Steve is around people who can easily judge you quick enough if you’re not polite. Meeting your parents is something he is going to expect soon. It’s probably amazing if your parents met your boyfriend back in 1940s, you’ve heard stories about your boyfriend from your parents. It’s a little strange to date someone who is almost around your parents age but still looks young from being frozen for 70 years. He’s going to be nice around them.

He doesn’t feel nervous or that he doesn’t show it in his face a lot. When you get to the house, Steve greets them with a grin and a handshake. What he’s wearing could be a buttoned up shirt and nice pants. Now once in front of your parents, you can tell he’s instantly nervous and shy. 

For a soldier who’s met millions of fans and people, this might have been a fear for him. You reassure him with a hand slipping into his and you sit at the table. Your dad is the one who asks about his time in the project and who he was before Captain America. Steve gives out the good parts, but he leaves out the bullying knowing some might know from the memorial at the museum. Your mom is instant to liking Steve, though she gets scared of you riding the motorcycle with him. It’s not him that she doesn’t trust, but Steve reassures her he’s got you.

If you’re an Avenger, there wouldn’t be much of a problem. But being a city girl who lives in an apartment, your parents would worry what could happen to you. Steve always keeps you secret and that’s a promise made from Nick Fury. Your information were well-hidden and no one was able to find your address or name. Steve made sure of that. 

The dinner went well and Steve is relieved on how your parents really trusted him and never said anything he didn’t want to talk about. He gives them a last goodbye handshake and leaves to take you back to your apartment. 

.

Colin Shea

Colin Shea is very shameless. Let’s say your parents first impression and encounter didn’t go so well. The first time they met him was just at the wrong time and place. Before you started dating Colin, you and him were mostly hooking up at the time. It was a one time thing and he always walks in your apartment like he owned it. 

Without your parents knowing, you two go out and get sandwiches and walk by the harbor. The first encounter your parents had with him was when you invited them over to show off your apartment. They always wondered where you lived and they found your apartment very neat and spatial. So when you began to leave to go out with your parents for lunch, you open the door to a naked neighbor with a towel over his “hooha” what your mother said.

“Afternoon, neighbor,” Colin greets. Your parents stand behind you, gawking at your neighbor in, you couldn’t guess what they were thinking at that moment. He picks up his newspaper and waves nonchalantly at your parents. “Hi.” You excuse your parents to the car and you silently scold him. “Those were my parents.”

“Looks like we both came out at the wrong time.”

“Yeah. I guess we did. Next time, have a pair of underwear on.” So when dating him officially, you told your parents about him. Sure your dad didn’t approve someone who basically showed off his junk in front of them but your mom could help but talk about during your talk with them about Colin. So when Colin came over, he greeted them and apologized with a large grin on his face. The dinner went well, Colin didn’t say much about you two hooking up, he said you were neighbors for a while and he one day asked you out.

Him making eye contact with a sandwich and then making out with it was something a 5 year old would do, but being in front of your parents he kept that child-self out of the picture. He joked when he wanted to and you all enjoyed the dinner altogether. Colin then takes you both back to your apartment. “That’s was great.”

“Really?” You asked.

Colin nods, “I think we should do it again sometime.” You stop at your door and grinned up at him. “This time can you keep your clothes on?” Colin smirks and steps closer to you, caging you to your door. He reaches over and opens your door with a swift swing, before his hands grab your waist and his lips crash onto yours, pushing you through your own apartment.

.

Ransom Drysdale

When you told your parents you were dating a well-known Author’s grandson and they didn’t accept that their family is basically wealthier than them. They didn’t hear much about Ransom but they knew how the family could get with all that money piling up. Your parents asked you once to invite Ransom over for dinner and when you asked Ransom-

“No.”

You only told your parents you both were busy. Sure, your parents knew Ransom wouldn’t see them. He already knew how much of an asshole he was, everyone can judge him with a snap of their fingers. You tried so many times to convince Ransom to just do this dinner and that it was never like him and his family. Only two damn people who are sweeter than his family and he never agreed. He always added, “I’m busy,” or “I rather spend time with you.” Bullshit. 

He buys you clothes, jewelry, and gives you money if that’s what shuts you up to leave him alone. You’re nothing but some unlucky token to him, but he showed you love in different ways just not the one you’d expect from him. Sure his hand slipping around your waist, or the way when he nonchalantly slips his coat over your shoulders and guides you to the car, that was some sign of love from him.

When you finally asked him one last time, he agreed. And it wasn’t some calm ‘yes’ it was something more harsh and annoyed. And it wasn’t a yes.

“Fine.”

So, when Ransom drove to your family’s house, he kept his hand on your thigh. His glasses covering his eyes and his brown coat hugging him barely as he drove up to your home. Ransom doesn’t give your parents a handshake or anything. They’re either occupied around your waist or in your hand. Your dad watches him closely throughout the whole dinner. 

Your mother is one asking questions on what he does and how he met you. A jobless asshole who’s family is like some Kardashian show that he finds entertaining to watch or start. Ransom tries to keep his answers short as possible. For a guy who talks a lot of shit, he doesn’t seem to talk much in front of your parents.

The food happens to be good for him and when you two leave, he’s already in the car waiting for you to say goodbye to your parents and apologize for whatever behavior they didn’t like or expect. So when you got in the car, you didn’t say anything to Ransom on your way back home.

Later on, you two pull up in his driveway and Ransom turns off the car, sighing softly. “Dinner was nice.” When you turn to look at him and reply, he jumps out of the car and clenches his keys in his palm. With a soft grin, you step out and follow him inside. With that good sign of success from Ransom. You gifted him a good night.

.

Ari Levinson

Ari can accept to do anything if it’s something to make you happy. Believe it or not, you two worked on a mission project in Ethiopia and you two happened to be together at the end of it. Being a fake couple from the start, it went well but not until you both caught feelings for each other.  (You even caught him looking at you during your tans on the beach)

So asking Ari to see your parents, he accepted it with no question. 

Ari did his best to dress nice with the blue button up and pants. His long hair making waves to the back and curl at the ends of his strands. Not going to lie, you liked his hair like that. 

When your parents meet him, he’s the first to greet them. Saying his name and everything. Your mother once called him handsome and sometimes ‘One hunk of a man’ you always playfully smack her arm to cut it out while your father lightly scolds at her. Ari tells the stories about your time in Ethiopia, staying at a hotel by the beach side, doing yoga and sea diving. He left out the dangerous parts when you both got stuck in a small cell with million other people. And you had to treat his eye when his friend Sam and him got into a fight. Or when he tried to defend you with a butter knife from Colonel Ahmed.

Your parents are liking him, interested in his travels and them knowing about his daughter, they didn’t go deep into who his wife was and why they split up. You met his daughter a couple times and she was quiet but you managed to get her to talk to you which was a good relief. His ex-wife got along with you as well, you just never got to hang with them for long.

Maybe once you babysat his daughter and you had a blast. Your mom then asked for grandkids and you all either laughed or shouted out her name to stop. Ari couldn’t help but grin. “What? I’ve been waiting for 10 years.”

“You’re going to have to wait for another 10 then.” 

.

Jake Jensen

You and Jensen were something else. He was the most childish in the relationship but you just didn’t seem to get bored of him. For a guy who owns a hummer, not many of them can be as attractive as Jensen. Some can be assholes and Jensen didn’t take the cut sometimes. When he first found out when you talked about dinner with your parents, he already started to ask questions.

“What did you tell them?” “The good stuff?”

Your parents didn’t know about his job being on a Elite team of commandos, by your agreement, you told them of Jensen working at BestBuy. To your parents, your job was way “better” than Jensen’s job. When meeting your parents, Jensen didn’t bother to wear something nice. Either a t-shirt of his favorite soccer team (Petunias) or a sleeve-less shirt. Your parents were fond of the tattoos but your dad liked the one with the bull and you were lucky they didn’t say anything else about how bad tattoos were.

Jensen almost exposed himself during the talks. You knew about his missions and he almost gave those way when your mom asked if he traveled a lot. Jensen tried to be funny most of the time and sometimes has serious talk to your father about jobs or technician things. Your mom eventually asked if he could help with their computer and you felt embarrassed by that but Jensen took no hesitation into helping. 

So after dinner, Jensen helped your parents with whatever they had a problem with and said goodbye to them, leaving the house with you. Jensen sighs happily, “I think they like me.”

“Obviously.” 

.

Mike Weiss

Mike might have been a struggle to get out of the house to meet people. Especially your parents. There are two outcomes for this man and I’ll give them both. You’ve met Mike during his times through drug use. You’ve met him many times in the bathroom, throwing up to get him away from drugs in order to be with you. You knew it’d take time but there are moments where he desperately needed it to not stop.

When you asked him to have dinner with your parents, he couldn’t say no. You didn’t want to tell your parents that your boyfriend was a drug user. If you did, your parents would instantly think he’d be more harsher on you. Mike would never be harsh. Never in your life had he ever laid a hand on you. You both tried to be patient with one another and you two managed to stay together.

So when he came to the house along with you, he sniffled harshly and you rubbed his back to reassure him. 

He greeted your mother first and then shook hands with your dad. Your dad comments on his grip and Mike grins, nodding once. During the dinner, Mike told about where he was from and that he was a injury lawyer. You as his assistant was something your parents didn’t question about. As his girlfriend or not, you’re always there for him to make sure he reaches certain places. But when you’re not there, he doesn’t attend those things and you have to deal with them yourself.

Halfway through the dinner, he excuses himself to the bathroom. “Mike is very nice. How is it for you guys?” Your mother asks, you swallowed hard on your food and nodded. “He’s good. We’ve been thinking on getting a nice place to stay so...” Your mom nods. Minutes later, Mike comes in and audibly sniffs hard but your parents don’t pay much mind to it.

You were lucky to watch him every second because a couple more minutes into talking, you notice his nose bleed and you instantly reached up to his face with a napkin and he cleans his nose off. 

Now a different story if Mike had be doing rehab a while ago, it would go like this. You’ve noticed how good he’s been doing to stay away from the pills and drugs he’s been doing for years. Mike always made sure he stayed away from alcohol which tends to happen to some drug addicts to do. So when he meets your parents, he’s polite as possible. A shake to the hand and a gentle grin. The dinner goes well and he does whatever he can to answer questions.

His leg bounces up and down, so you would always place your hand over his knee to reassure him. Trying his hardest to stand up straight, he feels your warmth and calms himself down. Your parents don’t notice. And Mike doesn’t excuse himself to the bathroom, he’s talking to your mother about the things you and him would do if you guys got married. Which was going to come soon.

And after that dinner, Mike turns to you. “They’re nice.”

“They really like you, Mike.” 

He grins.

.

Andy Barber

When you two first met, you weren’t even adults at the time. High school sweethearts was some kind of dream for you, to meet someone who stood by your side since you were and have him take your hand in marriage. There is no doubt he got along with your parents. At the age of 18 is when he met them for the first time. Your prom night was something and he stood awkwardly in the living room with your dad.

But for Andy, we aren’t going to discuss his first dinner with them. Just after your marriage, you always visited your parents during the holidays. Even if it meant to fly/drive over. From their first dinner, it ended well. Andy had gotten more comfortable with your parents and always told them stories of being a lawyer. Your mom always called him her son-in-law from the first she saw him. He never disappoint them with a smile.

So visiting them on the holidays, he never refuses to go. He loves your parents and you two even named your first child after your mom/dad. So bringing along your family to your parents house, you were happy to have them over. 

Thanksgiving was your favorite get-together with your parents. Especially if your mom and dad are great cooks. 

You both talk about your jobs in Newton, even talking about your daughter/son trying out a sport or club in their school. Your parents found the time to play board games. Your kid always loved playing Othello. Andy and your dad were having beer while you had water and your mother had wine. Everyone were laughing and having a good time. Till Andy looks over to you and grins. 

You smile back and turn to your parents, “Mom, dad.”

“Hm?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“WHAT!”

And after dinner was finished, Andy was polite to help your parents with the dishes. And you guys had a grand time.

.

Paul Diskant

Paul wasn’t exactly free most of the time. Sure, he’d come home after a long day in the department working on cases. A dangerous job to be walking around with a gun clasped onto your hip and a badge you show off to dangerous people. You found him once in a hospital, getting shot in the hip and nowadays, lying in bed, you always feel that rough scar on his hip. 

Him meeting your parents was easy. But when you told them the first time that he was a detective, they feared what might occur to him or you. They worried if you had kids and he happened to end up in a hospital dead and leave you alone. 

You trusted Paul enough to be careful in the city of Los Angeles. As a nurse, you treated him once and silently scolded him about the decision he made. 

So for his promise, he made sure everything he did was not involving rough places and people. Took murder cases of homicides that were just easy to solve. He worked alongside Tom and he felt like an older brother to Paul. Tom made sure, your boy was safe.

The day you made him meet your parents, he greets them with a handshake and once you all sit at the table, your dad goes in for the questions and asks about what he was working on at the department. Your mom somewhat gasped at every story that could’ve been really bad for Paul and that one time you had to treat him at the hospital. But once you cut in to talk about your lives at home and listen to what your parents did over the years, they got to know Paul more and so did he. 

The dinner went swell and when you two left, Paul never wasted time to pull you into the house.

.

Frank Adler

Being a simple guy who works on boats from day to night, he was hesitant to meet your parents. From the first time you two met, it was when you moved into the small homes and Mary was the one who brought you two to meet. From the moment he heard your voice, his head shot up in surprise and expected to see an angel. Instead he saw a Goddess. Your smile was so welcoming, he stuttered every word to saw hi. 

Over the months as your neighbor, he always watched you from the kitchen window to see you talk to Roberta. Dating him for what felt like a eternity, you asked him to meet your parents and have dinner. He was already nervous even though the dinner was not till another week. 

At the time, he asked Roberta if she could watch Mary for the night till he comes back. Roberta reassures him not to worry and just relax. He took her advice and got ready. You fixed his hair since he wasn’t so sure how he wanted to look for them. You grinned softly and pecked his lips softly. You grip his shirt in your fist and looked up at him. “Were you working on the boat?”

“No.” You could smell the oil off his shirt so you forced him to change and made your way to your parents house. They greeted him with a gentle smile. They expected someone more of on the rich side. Only to hear that he raises his niece and has custody of her, telling them about how gifted she is. They were already liking him just on how he was with the little girl he mentioned.   

They never asked about where he worked and so you were comfortable throughout the whole dinner. Your dad was invested with boats as well, so Frank and him spoke about them for the rest of the dinner and thought about going on a boat ride in the yacht your father owned.

And Frank walked out of the house with a small smile on his face.

.

Johnny Storm

Last but not least. Johnny is the child-type to be at a dinner. Moments where he’s not serious and could go on and on about his lifestyle. It’s one thing for a super-soldier to go to your parents house. But someone who can light in flames was something you couldn’t quite imagine to be visiting your parents.

Before, Johnny was just an ordinary playboy. Goes out to party and drinks. Just like Ransom but less of an asshole, he gets a little too cocky. His style of clothing was always the 2000 look. A plain t-shirt with a suit jacket and pants. Your mom was the one who was worried. When you told them he was one of the Fantastic Four, they assumed it was Reed first.

“Isn’t he married?”

“It’s not Reed, dad.”

“The thing?”

“That’s my best friend, mom. But no.” Then in an instant, they knew it was the underwear model, boy with twinkle toes and lights up like the sun. Johnny was prepared to meet them. But not prepared in a professional way. His handshakes were less adult, the vigorous handshake from a 5-year-old. You were sure he lightly singed your father’s hand. 

His flirting way got the best of him. His smirks and winks always captured by your parents, you basically hid your face behind a napkin. Even with a boyfriend who rides a motorcycle and is basically a dare-devil, he could do anything for a bet. Your mother never liked men like that. Your father was kind of the opposite. But Johnny seemed to give them the wrong idea. 

Johnny’s way of sending flowers to you, finds the time to spend his day with you. Even reassures them that you’re protected. The dinner continued to go well and Johnny became a gentleman at the end and helped clean up. You never saw this side of him but it warmed your heart in a way.

His wink caught your attention when you watched him follow after your mom to the kitchen and you blushed shyly. 

Official Taglist:

@jtargaryen18​ @axen-gers​ @captainchrisbaby​ @patzammit​ @bucksgoat​ @la-cey​ @void-hoechlin​ @lovepeacefood​ @stargazingfangirl18​ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ @stop-obsessing-over-those-actors​ @nickysurfer28​ @nbarnes​ @mcntsee​ @adriannajackson​ @chuckbass-love​ @sebbystanlover-vk​ @onetwo3000​ @captainamerica-is-bae​ @cheeseburgersstuff​ @iguessweallcrazyithinktho​ @rororo06​ @elliee1497​ @navybrat817​ @waywardodysseys​ @just-one-ordinary-fangirl​ @chris-evans-indian-fanfic​ @this-is-a-chilis-drive-thru​​ @what-is-your-plan-today​ @princess-evans-addict​ @dummiesshort​ @renaissancecherub​ @bval-1​

Want a tag? Just ask!

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic/series: I Am the Law

Pairing: Paul Diskant x female reader x Brian Gamble

Plot summary: In the SWAT and LAPD police school (before the events of SWAT and Street Kings), the reader is a new recruit. Gamble, straightaway, insults her in the nearby bar and annoys Diskant. That starts a complicated 'love triangle' between the three of them.

Warnings: Strong language, sexual themes, violence & blood.

Author's note: Decided to write a Gamble/Diskant fic. Enjoy guys! Not sure if this will be a one-part fic or a whole series, you guys can decide!

Officer Y/n Y/l/n arrived at the LAPD Police Academy. Even though, she wasn't actually in the police district, she kinda felt like a certified officer.

Sergeant Harrelson and Captain Wander was standing at the front of the recruits, who were standing in two rows. Y/n marched over to the front row and stood to attention. She was standing between two male recruits.

"State your name and rank to the Sergeant!" Captain Wander ordered to the recruits. "Starting with you!" He asked to the male recruit on Y/n's left.

"I'm Officer Brian Gamble, reporting for training, sir!" Declared Brian.

"Next!"

"Officer Y/n Y/l/n, reporting for training, sir!" She declared to the Captain and the Sergeant.

"Next!"

"Detective Paul Diskant, reporting for training, sir!" The male recruit named Paul, on her right, vocalized.

After the introductions, they went straight onto different training. The SWAT members and the LAPD officers were separated into two groups. But Y/n didn't choose either, so she had to talk to Sergeant Harrelson.

"Officer Y/l/n. Can you tell me why you didn't pick either SWAT or LAPD training on your application form?" He questioned her.

"Cause I wasn't sure which one I would prefer, sir." She replied.

Fortunately for Y/n, Sergeant Harrelson was kind to the women recruits as they were underappreciated in the emergency services right now.

"Off duty Y/n, you can call me Sergeant. Also, I will let you try out for both of them. See which one you prefer."

"Thank you Sergeant."

After SWAT training for the first day, the recruits from both groups went to a nearby bar.

Y/n was sitting next to Sergeant Harrelson and Diskant as she looked over towards Gamble and his 'partner', Jim Street.

He then stared straight back at her and then, after a moment, he walked over to where she was sitting.

"You're the new female officer in SWAT, huh?" Questioned Gamble.

"I haven't decided if I'm gonna be part of SWAT yet..." She replied, trailing off.

"So... you're undecided then? That's weird. Cause you're basically the first one to do that. Ever." Gamble scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She retorted.

"Yeah... what is that supposed to mean, Gamble?" Diskant suddenly thundered in, standing up.

"Hey Diskant, this is none of your business! I'm talking to her, not you!" Gamble replied.

"You don't even know my name! But I know yours, Gamble. So don't be so disrespectful to me!" Y/n scolded at him.

"Could you go and continue your billards game, which you're obviously losing?" Diskant heckled at Gamble, chuckling at his insult to Brian.

Y/n snickered at Diskant's backlash.

"Women shouldn't be in the police force in the first place. It's dangerous for them." Gamble insulted, before returning to the billards table.

"Oh, he is so getting it. I'm gonna show him." Y/n grumbled.

"It's okay Y/n." Diskant reassured her.

"Sergeant. I want to join SWAT." She told Sergeant Harrelson, who was sitting next to Diskant. She crossed her arms in frustration as she looked over to Gamble with an annoyed expression on her face.

And all she saw was the tattoo on his right arm as he aimed his cue towards the white ball.

-----------------------------------------

@averyrogers83 @navybrat817 @yavanna80 @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @katiew1973 @velvetcardiganbucky @pegasusdragontiger @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Why only have one 🍌

if you can have two 🍌🍌

[georgiapeach305132]

Mr. Freezy Pops

Summary: After meeting Robert Pronge for the first time he can’t get enough of you.

Pairings: Paul Diskant X Reader, Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mr. Freezy (because...yeah), Explicit Language, Explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, non-con/dub-con, dirty talk, breast play, Dark!, Bondage, Degradation, pet name (Babe, pretty girl), withholding food and water, cuckholding, guns, kidnapping 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2045

🍦Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11🍦BONUS Part 12🍦

Series Masterlist

________________________________________________________________

Cheerfully you traipse into your husband’s precinct.  Having a day off you decided to be the sweet wife that you are and bring him some lunch.  Detective Paul Diskant is not overly fond of his beautiful wife walking into a place where some of the most brutal criminals come in, but when he sees your smiling face walk through the door, he can’t help but to return your grin. 

“Hey, Babe.  What’re you doin’ here?”  He asks, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“Got off early.  I knew you’d be working late, so I thought you might like a late lunch.”  You try to pay attention to your husband’s handsome face, but a man with unkempt hair, large glasses, and yellowed teeth keeps making kissy faces at you.  Paul notices where your eyes are drifting to and stands to block the man’s view of his wife’s figure. 

The man who had been making you uncomfortable laughs, looking at the officer that is questioning him, “She may seem all sweet and innocent, but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.” “Pronge, I wouldn’t be talking about Detective Diskant’s wife like that.  He’s very possessive with her.  He overhears you, he won’t be too kind,” Detective Ludlow warns him.  Robert Pronge only nods his head with a smirk, continuing to steal a peak, and only seeing your husband’s broad shoulders.  “Eyes here.  Don’t look at her.” _______________________________________________________________

Disoriented you wake up in a dark, cold, and dank room.  Looking around you, trying to decipher exactly where you are, arms tied above your head, but you are clothed, and no one seems to be around.  Screaming for help or anyone to listen, only to be met with silence.  You rustle around with your wrists that are tied up only to make the restraints even tighter.  Nearly giving up, you can’t help but to have tears leak out of your eyes, forgetting everything that Paul had taught you.   You do notice how your feet and legs aren’t tied up, so at the very least if someone shows themselves you could fight them off, but then how would you fully break free?  Continuing to wriggle around you hear the squeak of a door, and heavy footsteps walking down the stairs to meet you. 

“I see you're awake, Pretty Girl.”  The smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes lingers on his breath as he brings his face closer to you.  His sweaty and greasy skin rub along your face as you cry harder. 

“What do you want?” “You.”  He answers harshly as his hand traces the silhouette of your body. 

“Why?  What did I do?” “You’re fucking beautiful.  I wanted you, so I took you.” ���My husband’s a de-detective.”  You hiccup trying to catch your breath through your tears.  “He’ll find you and kill you.” “I know he’s a fucking detective.  Where do you think we met?”  Suddenly it hits you where you saw the man.  Paul’s precinct.  When the lightbulb of that realization hits your face even the man smiles.  “Ding ding ding.  We’ve got ourselves a winner.  You had to come and see your husband all dressed up, huh?  If you would have kept that pretty ass at home, I never would have known the sweet pussy Diskant has.” “Fuck you!”  You scream at his face, causing his grin to become even wider, exposing his yellowed crooked teeth. 

“Oh, you will.”  He taunts you.  

“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole you ass hole.  Let me fucking go before my husband finds you and kills you.”  You try to pretend you’re sure of this fact, but you’re not. There’s no windows here.  If you were close to someone, they would have heard you screaming. 

“Aw, pretty girl.  Such anger.  But you better watch your fucking mouth if you know what’s good for you.”  He spins on his heels leaving your arms still hanging.  Tears continue to fall down your face, feeling helpless.   

________________________________________________________________

You’re not sure of how long he left you down there before he comes walking downstairs carrying a delicious smelling plate of food.  A tall glass of water and you can’t stop salivating.  Fully aware now as to how hungry and thirsty you are.  

“Miss me, pretty girl?”  Your face solemn you refuse to answer him.  Licking his lips he takes a bite of the food, drinking a big gulp of the water.  Still, you remain silent.  “Suit yourself. His tall body sits down, slowly eating bite after bite, drinking messily from the cup.  “This would be a lot better for you if you fucking talked to me.” “What is there to say?” 

“Was that so hard?”  Your eyes grow distant and cold and you turn away from him.  “It might do you some good to remember you’re tied up and at my mercy.  Show me a bit of fucking kindness and I might take pity on you.”  He stands throwing the plate and cup at your body, and there’s nothing you can do.  Your body now covered in the food, he stalks over to you, running his tongue on your body and clothes, licking up the remainder of the meal.  “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.  Keep being a fucking bitch.”  His body returns up the stairs, leaving you alone and covered in sweat, food, and his saliva. ________________________________________________________________

The next time he comes down the stairs, you decide it’s best to talk to the easily irritated man.  This time he brought another glass of water and an ice cream pop.  With a quick drink of the water, he sits it down, slowly opening up the frozen confection.  “Who are you?” He smiles walking closer, “Robert Pronge.  You can call me Mr. Freezy if you want pretty girl.” He shoves the ice cream pop in your face, and greedily your mouth licks and bites at it.

You ignore the man holding it and his too audible moans with every lick of the pop you take. Harshly he shoves the dessert deep in your throat.  The many times you’ve deep throated your large cocked husband, makes this not be too much of an intrusion.  “Oh, you’re in trouble now, pretty girl.”

Your tongue stops its movement when you comprehend why he had been moaning.  A quick glance down and you see the tent in his overalls.  “I-I’m married.”  You whimper. 

“Don’t care.  Where’s your husband now.” “He’ll be looking for me.” “You make this easy for me, and I'll let you go.” “No!  Please don’t.  I won’t.”  Your voice is a blubbering mess as you shake your head at him.

“Fine.  Looks like I need an insurance policy.” Picking up the glass he throws the water at your face and retreats up the stairs.  Tongue flicking out of your mouth you lap up as much of the liquid as you can, still parched for more. ________________________________________________________________

You wake to a slap to your face.  Your mouth still dry, as your eyes focus on the ass hole in front of you.  Another glass of water still in his hand.  “You’ve been sleeping so much pretty girl.  Want some water.”   

Nodding your head enthusiastically you answer him, “Please.  I’ll do anything.” “Is that a promise?”  Another nod, and you know it’s a mistake, but at this point you just want to survive.  He walks closer to you, tilting the glass to your mouth while you selfishly drink it down.  Not caring that his tongue laps up the water that spills from your mouth, while rubbing his swollen pants on you, and fondles your breasts with his hand.  After the glass is finished, he steps to the side. 

And that’s when you see him.  You’re handsome and clean-cut husband tied up and gagged. You gasp watching him stone cold frozen on the chair, as he angrily watches Mr. Freezy at your side.  “Thought we might put on a show for him.  You like to bring him up so often.  Shall we?” “No.  Please, don’t do this.  Please.”  Tears are refusing to come to your eyes with how dehydrated you are. 

“Fine then.”  Producing a pistol out of his pocket he walks to your husband pointing at his head.  “One.  Two...” “No!  Do what you want.  Just don’t hurt him.”  Thinking that Paul might object to save your honor, he doesn’t. 

“That’s more like it.”  His hands yank down the gag off his mouth, before walking back to you. Quickly his hands release you from your bindings, and pushes your body to the floor. “Don’t make this too hard on me, pretty girl.  Or I kill you both.”   

His hands rub over your body as he undresses you.  Maneuvering your naked body to be on your knees, he jerks your head up to look at Paul.  “Want him to see the way you look when I fuck you.” “I’m sorry.”  You whisper at Paul.   

Freezy’s hands rub through your folds with a hiss, “I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already wet.  Wanna see?”  Hands moving up to show your husband your slick coating his calloused hands.  “Thought you didn’t like me. Your body tells a different story.  Maybe she likes being treated like the whore she is, huh, Diskant?” You sob as you feel himself pumping into his fist, grabbing a hip to line you up before slamming into, you.  Giving your pussy no time to adjust to his length as he ruts into your sensitive walls.  His tip hitting your cervix as he bottoms out into you.  “Such a fucking slut, ain’t she?  Been keeping this tight cunt from me for too long Diskant.”  His voice is harsh as he taunts Paul. 

Your eyes red as you stare up at your angry husband, still not a word is spoken out of his mouth, and you don’t know whether it’s a good or a bad thing.  Freezy’s cold fingers wrap around you as he stimulates your clit with one, grabbing a hold of your tit with the other.  Your body betrays you as you let out a moan.  “I fucking knew it, you cockslut.  Knew you wanted me to fuck your greedy cunt.  You feel that pretty girl?  It’s grabbing my cock so good.  You’re already leaking, you fucking bitch.  That’s all you’re good for.  Fucking fuck toy, huh, Diskant?” 

Feverishly he fucks into you, shouting filthy words to you and Paul.  “Look at him.  Look at your bitch husband.  Could he make you feel as good as I do?  Better answer correctly or I fucking kill him.”  You shake your head no. “What’s that pretty girl?  Tell him.  Tell him who owns this pussy. Who...fucking...makes...you...fucking...feel...this...fucking...good?”  Punctuating each word with a harsh thrust, and slaps to your ass.  “Tell him.” He grunts. 

“You do.”  You whimper, body succumbing with pleasure to him fucking you. 

“That’s right.  Who owns this tight fucking pussy?”  He shouts, pulling your hair to fully gaze up at your husband’s cold eyes. 

“You.” “Who?  What’s my fucking name?” “Mr. Freezy.”  You scream as the warmth of an impending orgasm heats you up. 

“Say it you fucking bitch.  Say I own this pussy.” “Mr. Freezy owns this pussy.”  Eyes rolling back as your orgasm rolls through your body.  His pace doesn’t change, racing for his own release. 

“Remember what I told you.”  You aren’t sure, but the words sound like they fall from Paul’s mouth. 

“I remember.”  Freezy growls.  Pulling himself out of you he pumps his fist, until your back is coated in his hot cum.  “Don’t spill inside of her.”   

Your body is frozen, feeling him leave behind you, you watch as your husbands, unbound hands come to his sides, standing in front of you looking at Freezy.  “We even now?”  He asks. 

Scrambling, you back away from the two men, eyes glancing between them.  “Yeah.  You can go home now pretty girl.” “What?”  You sputter confused.  He wasn’t tied up.  He watched that, and wasn’t tied up. 

“Go home with your husband, you fucking slut.  Clearly you see all you mean to him.  Willing to sell his wife’s pussy to keep him out of the pen.” Your head shakes, refusing to look at Paul, feeling rage build up in your chest at your husband.  “You stay here, I’ll have to get you a collar so you won’t forget who you belong to.”  His hands that smell of your tangy arousal lift your chin to look up at him.  “You staying with me, pretty girl?” 

Masterlist

[dc41896]

New Roommate

Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff, slight mentions of seggsy time

“We’re gonna have so much fun bubbas. We’re gonna go to the park, on hikes-oh! And the beach! I already know you’re gonna love it,” you beam rubbing noses with the two-month, blue nose pitbull who was trying to lick your face. “First though, I gotta get your dad on board.”

It’s not that your boyfriend didn’t want or like dogs. He always said how he’d love to have one someday when he was settled somewhere.

However that “somewhere” to Paul was a house with plenty yard space, an adequate amount of privacy, and maybe located in the suburbs. Not your recently renovated, two bedroom apartment you both just happened to move into about a month ago.

You made an agreement that you wouldn’t get any pets (well besides a fish, and a small one at that) to not risk messing anything up and having some sort of consequence, which would more than likely be in monetary form. Entranced by the short haired, too adorable for words pup though, you honestly could care less about the consequences.

Plus you just knew your little buddy wouldn’t cause any trouble. You could see that in his round, soft grey eyes.

“So, you’re gonna stay with your auntie Raye until I can work my charm on him okay?” The pup only tilts his head before letting out a small bark and making you pout as you hug him close. “I know but it’s only temporary. A night at most.”

Paul typically didn’t get home until later in the evening now that he was on a new case, so you had plenty of time to clean up any traces of dog left behind after Raye would leave and start cooking his favorite meal. As an added bonus, you also thought about your short, lilac, ruched number with spaghetti straps that always made his eyes light up when you wore it. He claimed it perfectly complimented your skin and made you look even more angelic as his hands always seemed to find your sides, the small of your back, or lower if you were right beside him (which of course you typically were).

However, hearing the familiar thud of boots journeying down the hall and rattling of keys, something told you that plan might not work now.

You quickly stand up, taking the probably confused puppy with you to the bathroom where you sit him in the empty tub, along with his new bone shaped chew toy, kneeling with a finger over your lips.

“Stay here and be really quiet okay?,” you whisper just as you hear the front door unlock. Quietly rushing to close the room door behind you, you muster your best ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ smile while you approached the tired looking man.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets, sweetly pecking your lips.

“Hey, you’re home early today.”

“Yea, we had a break in the case and went undercover to get the suspect which led to a chase, then a fight, and me having bruises forming as we speak.”

Dropping his bag by the dinner table, a sigh followed by a short wince leaves his mouth as he sinks into the leather couch cushions letting his head fall back and eyes close.

“Alright plan B it is,” you think to yourself moving behind him to gently massage his shoulders, occasionally letting your hands journey forward along his pecs giving them attention as well. Hearing a soft moan at his approaching relaxed state urges you to continue, knowing you’d soon have him exactly where you wanted.

“Aww I’m sorry babe. Where does it hurt?”

“My sides mostly, but my back a bit too.”

He helps you remove his fitted black shirt, a favorite of yours, letting out a short hiss from having to extend his sore muscles. Guiding him to lie down and placing one of the small throw pillows under his head, you straddle his lap letting your fingers drag along the red and light blue marks littering his sides.

“It doesn’t hurt when you breathe does it?”

“No.”

“What about this?,” you ask pressing down to feel him flinch under you.

“Ow! Babe-,”

“Sorry! Sorry just checking.” Watching him settle back into his comfortable position with arm draped over his forehead, you slowly bend forward, lips inches from his bruise looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. “And this?”

You feel his low chuckle vibrate his muscular upper body as your gentle, open mouthed kisses scatter from each injury to eventually find the spot just below his ear.

“I feel better already,” he smiles tilting your chin so your soft lips could meld with his. Kiss growing deeper with each passing second.

“Hooked like a fish,” you thought, lips never ceasing while being brought closer to his body as he sat up with hands squeezing your hips.

“Baby wait,” he states slightly leaning his head back and making you pout. “Let me go shower first. I’m sweaty and probably stink-,”

“What’s the point when you’re just gonna get sweaty again?,” you smirk taking his now red, fuller bottom lip between your teeth.

“All the more reason for you to join me then.” You can’t fully enjoy the combination of his tongue and lips on your neck from your brain hurriedly trying to figure out how to stop this man from finding your little surprise in the bathroom.

“Your, um..sides though! You know it’s gonna hurt trying to shower so just stay here with me.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me going in our bathroom?,” he asks detaching from your neck with one final bite to eye you suspiciously.

“No, of course not. I just missed you.” Batting your lashes, you nonchalantly let your nail trace a line from where his pendant sat down the middle of his abdomen and just above his buckle before he shifted, swiftly lying you on your back with one hand hooked under your knee bringing it around his waist.

Men. Always so easy.

Giggling as thumbs graze the lower band of your bra and lips return to their assault on your neck and collarbone, a high pitched bark along with scuffling makes you freeze as Paul lifts his head confused.

“You heard that right?”

“Y-Yeah. It’s probably from one of the neighbors. Speaking of dogs though-”

When the barks and scuffling become more frequent, you start to wonder if Raye would mind you staying the night since you’d surely need a place to stay with Paul being mad at you.

“Nah that sounds really close,” he replies unhooking your leg to go investigate for himself. The only thing you can do is sit and nervously wait for the inevitable hearing him open the bedroom door and eventually enter the bathroom. “Honey...!”

“Hmm?!,” you ask biting the corner of your lip, turning your head at the sound of Paul padding across the wooden floor holding the noisy pup.

“Mind telling me why this little guy was in our tub?”

“....Maybe he was a gift from the front office?,” you innocently shrug making him bring his free hand to his hip, sternly looking at you.

“Y/N...,”

“Alright. My coworker and I were bored one day and started looking through the pets the shelter had for adoption online and this little guy came across the screen and stole my heart.”

“Babe we talked about this. We can’t mess this place up.”

“I know and we won’t. Before you came home, we just hung out in here and he was so calm and sweet. Even in the tub he sat there like a good boy,” you smile standing up to scratch behind his ears making his tail wag against Paul’s side.

“That’s because he couldn’t get out since the tub is taller than him,” he retorts as you roll your eyes taking your new baby from his grasp.

“Cmon Paul look at this face and tell me you can say no.”

Holding the puppy at his eye level, there’s a few moments of silence as the two simply look at each other before the grey haired dog licks his cheek making him groan.

“You know I can’t say no. To either of you,” he softly smiles petting the short fur on his head. Seeing your pout as you bring your new friend next to your face, he lowly chuckles caressing your cheek as his lips find yours. “Alright he can stay.”

“Thank you!,” you excitedly squeal bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I already have the perfect name picked out.”

“What’s that?”

“Disco. After his dad,” you both laugh.

“Well, welcome to the family Disco,” he smiles taking him from your hands to place him on the floor where he began to sniff around getting acclimated to his new home. You’re caught off guard when you’re tossed over his broad shoulder, blood rushing to your head as you gently kick your legs laughing.

“Paul!”

“Disco, look after everything. Me and mom have some unfinished business,” he smirks closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeydulcewrites @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @maxcullen @literaturefeen @damnitaa @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @brwn-sgr @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @scoop93535 @secretmysteriousperson

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know🤓!