#Paul Diskant x reader

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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

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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.”

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Um…hello Daddy Detective Diskant. You’re looking fine, as always. Did your neck get thicker? Did your gorgeous hairstyle get even softer with those faded sides? Lemme run my hands over it so I can check. Oh how I love you (but mostly for looks. Even tho you were a good guy, you were kind of an insufferable little twerp, but tbh, I probably would’ve been, too, if I were a white male cop in the early 2000s😬I was gonna write a Drabble about messing around in the squad car, but this mans a rule follower in all the most annoying ways… so um….Diskant slice of life drabble below the cut? Warning: it’s a lil angsty

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You sat at the kitchen table biting your nails, an small bottle of wine and entirely-too-large bowl of ice cream long abandoned. They simply acted as a failed attempt of a bandage on the long-running wounds of the worry that persisted on nights like these.

Paul had told you it was another late night tied to the new case he was working. The one he could never divulge details about. The one that kept him out past two, making you worry he’d never return. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take it, only two months into your engagement and it was tearing you apart.

You looked at the small diamond sitting on your hand, sparkling under the lights that you wished you could’ve turned off hours ago, but you were just too worried to go to bed.

You were washing out your glass and bowl in the sink when you heard the front door unlocking and opening. The soft pounding of rubber shoe soles moved across the hardwood floors after you heard the keys get hung up on the hook. As the footsteps continued closer, you felt arms snake around your waist, accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. You moved to dry off your hands, gripping the rim of the sink and sighing with relief, yet a little bit of continued frustration.

“You’re late.”

The hands squeezed you tighter, and the chin on your shoulder nestled in. You gave into it, placing your hands over his, interlocking your fingers and turning your head to the side to finally look into your fiancé’s eyes. You gave him a small peck on the lips, your exasperation with the whole situation keeping you from going farther.

He looked at you with sad, ernest eyes, just like the ones he gave you every night like this.

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry. But I’m almost done, I promise.”

You sighed again, shaking your head. “No, Paul. I don’t think you are. Even if this ends soon, you’re going to find something else to chase. Something else that puts your life on the line. You’re too dedicated and too stubborn to not. You and I both know it. Part of that’s why I love you, but the other part is what drives me up a wall.”

He nodded, his mouth forming a tight, straight line. He hated when you’d tell him his job was too dangerous. If he didn’t do it, who else would? LA was just too corrupt. You could see the way the gears were turning in his mind.

“I’m not saying you can’t be a cop, I’m just too scared for you to be a cop here. You and I haven’t even started our lives together yet, and I’m afraid of losing you every night. What about us planning years ahead together? Kids, settling down…. I can’t do that on my own.”

Paul sighed, pressing his nose and a kiss into your neck, then looking straight forward and the backsplash of your small apartment kitchen.

“Okay. I’ll put in for a transfer tomorrow. You and I can start looking for houses. What do you think about Pasadena?”

You hummed, happy he was finally listening to your own wishes. It’s not like you were being controlling, you just wanted him safe. He was getting way too close to things that gave you a bad feeling in your gut. Paul’s concession to your request took a huge weight off your shoulders, adding the levity back that you felt seeping out of you with weeks gone by.

“You mean the place, or are you suggesting future baby names?”

You looked over your shoulder at him again, the two of you sharing a smirk as you noticed just how beat up and sweaty he looked from the long day.

“Well I’ve gotta take a shower. Why don’t you join me and we can figure that out.”

[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…

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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.

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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💋

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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

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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

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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🌗

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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?

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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)

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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)

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Supernatural

The Three Sides of Dean Winchester

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caged in silk series ( x javier pena x marcus acacius) | kidnapped by three brothers, you have no choice but to accept your new reality. even if it takes a while... SMUT, DARK, 18+

chapter 1: introduction

chapter 2: escape attempt

andy barber.

beauty and the beast | every man has two sides of himself; the one he shows to the world, and the other which he hides. you really didn’t want to know the second one… SMUT, DARK, 18+

ari levinson.

breakfast | ari wakes you up early to eat his breakfast. SMUT, 18+

ransom drysdale.

positions | boy, i’m tryna meet your mama on a sunday. then make a lotta love on a monday. SMUT, 18+

miscellaneous works.

          ╰┈➤ paul diskant.

undercover | you and paul take your frustrations out on each other after a successful mission. SMUT, 18+

          ╰┈➤ mr. freezy.

wicked obsession | robert takes what is rightfully his. SMUT, SOFT!DARK, 18+

           ╰┈➤ mike weiss.

against my will | you have to pay them in a different type of way. SMUT, DARK, 18+

           ╰┈➤ bryce langley.

against my will | you have to pay them in a different type of way. SMUT, DARK, 18+

           ╰┈➤ sebastian stan.

attitude adjustment | you’ve had a bad day because of him, so he fixes it. SMUT, 18+

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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.

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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.

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The spinning wheel is totally distracting me from Monday work 🤣

Paul Diskant - Mood: Smut - AU: Librarian - Trope: soulmates, but make it truth serum and exes to lovers

Ignoring the PG blog comment and giving kink of Lactation.

Paulie 😭 I love him so much!!!

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

[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.  💜💜

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

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

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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​

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Jimmy Dobyne

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The Banes of the Ball 🧊(Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader)

Paul Diskant

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Moving Drabble ❄️💞Paul’s job stresses you out. Late nights and LA danger are too much

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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.

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Part 2

[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

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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.”

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Why only have one 🍌

if you can have two 🍌🍌

[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.

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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. 

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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.

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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.

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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.” 

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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.” 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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. 

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Moments Of Bliss

Summary- 3.1k Paul Diskant x You. (Street Kings AU) One of Paul’s rare days off, he surprises you in bed with one of your favorite treats. Warnings- Smut. Female receiving oral. 

A/N- this is pure self indulgence for myself because 1. I love the idea of biting on a mans chain, one mans chain specifically. Its just a overall weakness I have, wanna know what its like? Anyone who knows me knows I’m a sucker for Mike’s suspenders, its exactly like that seeing that chain. 2. Paul Diskant doesn't typically get a lot of stories. But I enjoyed him and his story and I aim to give him something better then he got in Street Kings. 

You rolled in bed and was not surprised to find Paul’s spot slowly cooling. Although a glance at your bedside clock showed 7:30 am, which for you was early, it was sufficiently late for Paul. You moaned into your pillow and contemplated going back to sleep for another half hour. It's not like either of you actually had anywhere to go, and you sighed in content as you hugged his pillow to your chest and buried your face into the softness, the house so damn quiet in the morning hours. Typically now Paul would be rushing around the bedroom to gather his badge, wallet and suit jacket before leaning over you to give you a quick kiss before out the door, not wanting to be late.  

Today you could hear the tap tap tap of the bathroom tub, the creak of the floorboard in the kitchen that expanded once in a while and rubbed squeakily. Outside the window, people were starting their cars and rushing to turn down their radios, clearly not the same person as they were the night before with the blasting music. 

You also heard the front door swing open and a soft whistle float through the house. You hid a smile into that pillow and buried further under the comforter as the sound of feet descended the stairs towards the bedroom, and the door creaked open to Paul coming in with a pink bakery box, smirking to himself when he saw you wriggle in bed to get comfortable once more. 

“Y/N, you know you wanna get up.” Paul set the box down at the end of the bed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, lifting the blanket up so that he could look down at you with your hair all over the pillow, your face buried from the light and a groan spilling from you, muffling your voice into the pillow.

“Paul It’s too early. Leave me alone.” you grumbled, trying to pull away from him to the other side, but his hand was firm on your hip, holding you in place and easing you to turn. 

“I got your favorite.” He tried once more, easing you to your back and you blinked up at him. His grin crooked as he looked down at you and he tilted down to place a teasing kiss on your lips, a slight press of tongue and teeth which tasted sweet, a bit of grit from unmelted sugar on his bottom lip was sure to pass on to you and when he pulled away, the dart of your tongue traced your lip, your eyes narrowing at him. 

“You eating donuts without me Detective?” You contemplate sneaking the blanket over your head before Paul can tempt you further, but he pulls open the box to show the delectable homemade treats. A couple donuts, but the one your eyes fell onto was the plump boston creams that were covered in a thick chocolate ganache coating and filled with the most decadent rich cream. Paul knew they were your forever weakness. 

“Sounds like you are the detective, not me.” He smirks as he waves the box just out of reach and you have to shift to reach in and take your prize. Moving to a sit and plucking out the treat, you grin at him. 

“They can't pay me enough at the precinct to hire me.” You purred as you squeeze the baked treat just a bit and dip your finger in the filling dribbling out. Paul set the box aside and snorted seeing you enjoying the first swipe of your finger through the cream filling. Popping your finger in your mouth, your eyes roll up dramatically as you moan around your finger. “Best thing I've ever had.” 

You can tell by the knowing smirk on his face and the glint in his eyes that immediate dirty thoughts went through his mind as he hovered over you, pressing you back against the pillows while he looked you up and down. You snapped a bite in your breakfast while settling back down. “That's what you said to me last night on your knees baby, so which is better? Me or that Boston Cream?” 

Your eyes drifted from the donut and then back up at him. “It’s up for debate at the moment, this is pretty fucking good.” You hold it up to him to take a bite, which he does. The chocolate smears on his bottom lip, and you tilt your head up to catch his mouth, your tongue rolling in the sweetness to mix with his own natural taste. An intoxicating mix, your teeth nipped eagerly at him which caused an illicit groan to fall from Paul into your mouth. He pressed his hand against the side of your face, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to tilt you up closer, taking his time to savor you. With a groan he pulls up to a kneel, his arm going over his shoulder to grasp his shirt and shuck it over his head. 

You are taking one last bite of your donut before tossing it back into the box nearby, your eyes skating appreciatively over Paul's naked torso. Years of being on the force before he was made detective kept his body firm. Under your gaze, his muscles flexed and a cocky grin formed on his face. “Liking what you see?” 

You wrap your legs around his slender hips and reach up to wrap your hand in the dangling chain resting against his chest. “Get your ass down here Diskant.” you giggle and he falls over you with a grunt, hands on either side of your head. 

“Yes Ma’am.” he teased while nipping against your lips before traveling down your neck, his hand pushing your sleep tank up over your head so he could keep chaining kisses down your body while grinding his hips into yours. 

Your hands tugged impatiently at his belt while you threw your head back, his mouth wet heat against your breasts as he kept chaining kisses and sucking on the curve of your breast in that way he knew would make you arch into him, asking for more. “Paul, it's your day off.” You whined out, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you tried to work his belt open. “Why did you even wear these.” 

Lapping at a nipple and sinking teeth around it, he smirked and pushed your hands away from the buckle. “To make you all impatient Sweetheart...” He flicked the buckle open and pulled himself up to yank his belt out of the loops and held out his hand for yours. You willingly held out your hands so he could wrap the leather to lope around your wrists and tighten. Pulling your hands up to the headboard, he wrapped the other end around and knotted it, restraining you. 

You tested it, pulling on your arms and twisting your hands a moment while he fell back over you, his pendant bouncing cooly off your heated skin while he kissed you breathless, already the ache to rub your hands over his back making you wriggle and tug again at your restraint. “You're playing dirty.” You accuse and he rolls a muscled shoulder with a wink. 

“I know you like it.” His hands ran down your side to stretch your out, sliding down the bed while hooking fingers into your sleep shorts and drawing them down your legs to ditch them over his shoulder. There was just something that made you squirm watching him work his way down your body, the drag of his pendant along the center of your body, hot mouth chasing after it. Wide shoulders spread your thighs apart, the bristles of his chin pressing against your inner thighs. You pressed your feet against the mattress to arch your hips up, an urgent request for him to touch you where you needed him. 

Blue eyes glinted up at you, the tick in his jaw showing his amusement at your still demanding nature, even when he took away your ability to touch. “Where do you want me baby? Here?” He flexed his fingers around your hips while nipping just below your belly button. 

“Paul…” You hummed in warning. 

“Maybe here?” his tongue trailed over the top of your mound, but refusing to go lower yet. “Mmh, I can smell how turned on you are Pretty Girl.” Moving his hands to your thighs, he spread them further, now leaving marks on your quivering inside thighs. You groaned above him, rocking yourself as much as possible. 

“I swear to god Diskant… if you dont-” 

Your words were cut off when he buried his mouth against your center, running his tongue along your folds. Changing your tone from frustrated to excited. Your thighs strained wider for him, his tongue spearing into your channel to make your walls flutter around him and threw your head back when he played with your clit, driving you wild with the suckling tugs against the nerves. “- Yes, just like that.” You moaned, your fingers twisting into the leather belt holding them above your head. Head tipping back while sucking on your bottom lip, eyes closed to just enjoy the feeling of his mouth on you. Flutters rolled through your abdomen the higher he brought you. 

A thick digit pressed into you, grasping heatedly around him as he striked a fingertips against your velvet fluttering walls, slick escaping you that he cleaned enthusiastically. “I think tying you up Pretty Girl really turns you on. You are so wet and wanting.” He added another finger to stretch you, scissoring you open even as hard as you clenched around him while he twisted his wrist, seeking to make you cum for him. “You are clenching so hard, fuck its going to feel good when my cock is buried deep in this sweet pussy.” 

His words made you that much more heated, your belly tightening trying to hold back from coming too soon, but it was all in vain cause as soon as he pressed against the sweet spongy spot deep inside, you cried out, letting Paul know he had it.  

He was relentless, pumping faster till he had you coming all over his hand, those spiraling coils snapping your nerves till you were tugging harder at your hands and tensing to bed your back. “Oh god, oh fuck” You sagged back into the bed and Paul shook his head, sucking on his drenched fingers as he fell in between your hips, the zipper of his slacks biting into your skin while he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop. “Better then anything from that bakery.” 

You opened one eye and licked at your lips to moisten them. “Oh I don’t know. That donut was pretty amazing.” He narrowed his eyes at you while shifting over your body and worked his zipper open and pants to slide down his waist enough to release his erection. Tapping his hand against your thigh to lift them around his hips. You shifted your body underneath him to wrap both legs around his hips and Paul nipped at your lips, sliding his tongue around yours with a forceful claim, groaning in the kiss. You caught a heady taste of your own arousal smeared against his tongue and it made your stomach clench in anticipation. 

“I will be the judge of that Sweetheart.” His hand digging into the round muscle of your ass to tilt you towards him. His cock sliding up and down through your folds, tip pressing just inside of you. Palming a breast, to keep your senses swarming, Paul chained kisses against your jaw. Nipping and huffing against your pulse that made you throw your head to the side so he would keep going, a roll of his hips burying himself thickly into you. Drag of his thick cock, throbbing veins dragging against your swollen walls that had you fluttering around him to stretch for him. “Fuck your just so hot and tight Pretty Girl.” He hissed against you as he started to thrust harder with soft grunts. His body curling over yours, tight, taunt and primed. One hand lifted enough to grab over your hands above him and arched himself up to get leverage for harder deeper strokes pounding into you, your eyes drifted up with fluttering lashes to feel your breath escape your lungs. His shoulders bunched above you, the tendons in his neck prominent as his jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut as he got lost in feeling you take him. Your fingers twisted against the leather belt, nails biting into Paul's palm with an urgency. Just above your face the saint pendant you had purchased him bounced and glistened in the morning light. You felt the urge to feel the bite of the metal between your teeth, heavy on your tongue. Jerking your head up, you grabbed the chain bouncing with a curl of your tongue and drew it between your teeth to bite down. 

Metallic and a touch salty with the taste of Paul’s skin flooded your mouth. It gritted between your teeth unforgiving and relished feeling it clash against your teeth. The sharpness of the chain dug into the back of Paul’s neck, making him grunt at the feeling while dropping down to his elbow at the side of your head, glancing down to see you biting his chain. “Fuck Dahlin’ your so fucking hot.” He sputtered while fisting his hand in your hair, sharply tilting your head back while he sped up, watching you struggle to hold onto his chain and cry out when he hit your g spot. “Thats right Love, fuck- just cum all over my dick. I can feel you want to.” 

You did, your hands tugging at the belt and your body arched into his till he drove it back into the mattress. Clenching around him and whipping your head to the side, Paul hissed against your shoulder and bit down while he sought his own ending, giving dirty grinds with his pelvis. 

Spirals of heat tightened your body, your mouth falling open, his chain falling loose to wetly press between your chests while Paul fell over top of you, heated ribbons of cum spilled into you, both of you sweaty and limp tangled together. 

Your arms shook above you tiredly and all you could feel was Paul's weight pressing down on you, his own breaths still ragged and gasping. Loosening your legs around his waist and sliding a foot against the back of his thighs, you tilted your face into his hair, the soft bristles tickling your nose and lips while you whispered. 

“I'm going to be feeling you for days.” You hummed and he chuckled against your shoulder, planting his elbow against the bed to roll off you a bit and rub at your side. 

“Then I'm going to say I did my job.” 

You rolled your eyes at his cocky response, shaking your arms a bit so the headboard rattled. “Efficiently Diskant, might give you a raise after you untie me.” 

Pulling out of you and pushing himself up to work on the belt, unlooping it from its knot and once it was loose enough, your arms sunk back down to your body, making you groan in relief. He moved to a sit next to you and started rubbing at your upper arms while you worked your wrists back and forth. “I'm just doing my duty Love, no need to pay me. Are your wrists okay?” 

Pushing against him to fall back against the bed, you scramble to straddle him with a smirk, your foot accidentally kicking the box of donuts off the bed long forgotten now. “I would have told you if I needed you to let me go Handsome. Fine, no raise, but I think you're going to like this better anyways.” You start making your way down his body while looking up at him through your lashes and Paul's eyes grew wide. 

“Second thought, I will happily take this anyday.” 

The day wore on with you two taking advantage of Paul’s rare day off, tiredly you both ended up on the couch that evening with take out boxes scattered on the coffee table and the television playing on the ID channel. It had become a game for the two of you to try to guess the killer. Paul’s fingers danced up your back while your head rested on his stomach. “You know it's the neighbor. Only reasonable suspect.” Paul announced and you scoffed. 

“Excuse me? It's the father in law and his new wife. All the signs are there.” 

Paul seemed to contemplate what you were saying and finally huffed out. “Perhaps, I'm still saying ten bucks on the neighbor.” 

“You are on Diskant.” You chuckled against the soft cotton of his shirt. Your arm squeezing around him a bit tighter in an all over content feeling, thinking about your early morning wake up which you were still feeling in your shoulders and upper arms. As if he knew, his touch went to your shoulder, rolling his fingers against your shoulder blades and up to the little knot below your neck. 

You gave a soft moan in satisfaction that made him press down harder, rolling it under his fingertips. “That feels good…” 

“I can tell. Still sore Baby?” He brushed his fingers through your hair and you rolled to your back so you could look up at him, shaking our head. 

“Only the good kind of sore. I swear.” You wiggled your nose up at him playfully and he chuckled. 

“Okay if you say so. Anything I can get you? I'm going to go grab a beer.” He shifted and you pulled yourself up, giving it some serious thought. When he moved to a stand, you nodded. 

“Yea, can you go get our donuts off the bedroom floor? I still have half a boston cream in there.” 

He arched a brow while heading up the stairs, smirking a bit. “Thought you got enough cream earlier baby?” 

You flipped him off while sticking out your tongue before turning back to the tv show. “It wasn't as much as you think.” Causing him to laugh while going up the stairs. You paid attention to the show and sighed when they announced who the killer was. You should have known Paul was going to figure out who actually killed the victim. 

As Paul came back in, dropping the box of donuts on the coffee table and falling down on the couch next to you while unscrewing the top to his Samuel Adams. “You called it, totally the neighbor.” You leaned forward to grab the box and Paul shrugged. 

“Those detective skills finally kicked in Pretty Girl.” 

You flipped open the box top and grabbed your forgotten desert, settling back in your previous spot with your head pillowed on his stomach, resuming the tv program. “Yeah yeah, you just got lucky this time.” 

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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.

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