#Paul Diskant x you

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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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hi :D

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.”

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low

1: No, You Can’t Take Your Goldfish

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

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

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

W/C: 4.6k

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

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Part 16

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You and daddy wonts be mad?”

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

CJ took a deep breath. “Okay.”

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

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

You winked at Paul as you stood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grumpy’s?”

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

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

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

“I good boy. Pwomise.”

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

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

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

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

"Okay. I promise."

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

“Tell Grumpy or Nanny, don’t react.”

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

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

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

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

"Have fun, relax," Dot grinned.

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

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

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

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

"We gotta go, baby," Paul encouraged.

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

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

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

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

"I know." You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmmm okay, let’s make it two…”

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

"To us, Stud," you smiled brightly.

****

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

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

"Yeah, let's."

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

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

“Even better than it looked on the photos.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep."

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

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

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

“No, I know but…well, we’ve-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir, officer.” You winked.

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

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

"Jesus," he hissed.

You arched a brow at him, “what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Although the Howler Monkeys sound cool.”

“Again, I refer to my previous point.”

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

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

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

“Probably the deep tissue one.”

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

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

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

Paul beamed, “me too, Sugar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, ou, outside...." you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, that was good, Stud."

“Glad you thought so.” He grinned dopily.

***

Part 2

[what-is-your-plan-today]

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

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

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

He scoffs.

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

15: Have you felt butterflies in your stomach today?

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

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

Disco: Hmmm, yeah…guess you’re right.

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

Disco: Boobs….

Sugar: snorts. What about my ass?

Disco: That too…

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

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

Disco: These two reprobates

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

Disco: Ahhh, before he turned into a little-

Sugar: DO NOT say it…

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Commitment

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

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Previous: Preparations

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle was nervous.  

Why wouldn’t she be? 

Here she was, back at the same club that set off a chain of events three months ago that changed her life.  Why on earth did she let MJ and Hope convince everyone else that this was good idea? 

She sat nervously in the booth, glass of champagne in hand, wearing a ridiculous crown and sash while the rest of her party was dancing.  She looked at her phone and sent a message 

B: Why did you let them do this to me.   S: not having fun?  B: not really  B: no strippers right?  S: I asked them not to sweet pea  B: I wish I was home with you  S: Me too  B: less than two weeks  S: And you’ll be mine  B: I’m already yours  S: But I get to tell the whole world  B: I love you  S: I love you.  Try and have fun 

Belle sighed and put her phone down.  She decided to go to the bar to get a drink away from her group.  She just needed a moment to herself.  As she waited, a body stood next to her to order.  “Gorgeous?” 

She turned to look at the man who spoke.  She squeaked in surprise. “Paul?” 

“It is you! Wow!” Paul Diskant stood next to her like a dream.  She swallowed when he took her in and zeroed in on her hand.  “This explains a lot,” as he took her hand, her ring sparkling.  

“It’s not… that didn’t happen until after,” she tried to explain, pulling her hand away.  

“No need to explain Belle.  I read the papers.”  Paul took a swallow of his beer.  

“Oh.” Belle chewed her lip.  “I’m sorry.  About that night.”  

“What’s to be sorry for.  You danced with me, and I made a move, you ran away.  Obviously, there was something else going on.  Why did you run?” 

“Because he was there that night.  Told him to fuck off but instead he proposed.” She looked at Paul with a shrug and a smile.  “I love him.”  

Paul smiled.  “That much I gathered.  So why are you out?” 

“Bachelorette party.  It was a surprise.” She frowned.  “I thought you were back in Los Angeles?” 

“I got the job in New York.  I actually work for your husband’s security team but it’s my night off, so I came out with some of the guys I met.”  He nodded towards a group of men who were hitting on some other woman.  

“Ah, well, I’ll let you get back to them.  It was nice to see you again Paul.”  

“The same Belle.  You’re still as gorgeous as I remember.  Rogers is a very lucky man.”  He gave her a kiss on her knuckles and walked away. Belle returned to her table just as shots were being served. 

The next morning, Belle woke up with her head pounding, Steve flat out next to her.  She sighed when she took in his boyish looks as he slept.  She got up and headed to the bathroom and then the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for herself and Steve and Bucky.  She was scrolling through her social media, sipping her coffee when she sputtered.  

Clear as day was a photo of herself and Paul at the club last night.  “Oh shit.” She read the highlights of the article.  That she was there for her bachelorette and that a handsome man made a pass.  No idea how the couple left it.  

“Well, that’s interesting,” a voice behind her said.  

Belle jumped and dropped her mug which Steve swiftly caught. “Oh my god, Steve, I can explain.”  

Steve gave her an amused smile. “No explanation necessary love.  Breakfast?” 

Belle eyed him.  “Why are you so calm?  Last time I was out, you wanted to murder him.”  

“Isabella,” Steve sighed, “do you remember what happened when you came home last night?” 

Belle frowned as she tried to remember.  When she couldn’t she looked at Steve who chuckled.  “You were a little more drunk than you think you realized.  I picked you up from the club and you stayed in my lap, making out with me.  As I carried you in, you told me, and I quote, 'I saw Paul and I remembered why I love you so much.  He’s like a hamburger and you’re like steak.' It was amusing.  Especially when you decided to ride me.”  

“I what?” 

“Yeah, see I tried to put you to bed but you attacked me with your beautiful lips and I was putty in your hands.”  

Belle hid her face in her hands.  “Oh god.  Steve, I’m…” 

“Don’t be sorry my love.  It’s my job as your husband to satisfy you in any way that I can.  You needed a release and I’m happy it’s me you decided to do that with.  I love you.”  He leaned over to kiss her softly.  

“I love you,” she replied as soon as he let go of the kiss. “Did you know he’s working for you?” 

“Yes.  Bucky brought me all the profiles and I saw his.  Recognized him from that night.”  He sipped his coffee slowly. 

“And you’re ok?” 

“I am.  Keep your enemies close and all that.” Steve gave Belle a smirk as she frowned.  “Relax love.  He is part of our security detail.  If he was truly a problem, I would terminate him on the spot.” 

The next 12 days flew by, and Belle found herself at the Plaza hotel with her bridal party preparing for her last night as Belle Davis. The girls lounged around in matching pajamas completing every cliché thing for Belle.  

“Are you nervous?” Pepper asked.  

“About being in front of two hundred people of which I don’t know about 90 percent of them, or getting married?  Because the answer is yes.” 

“You don’t want to marry Steve?” MJ asked shocked.  

“No, it’s not that.  It’s just… I don’t know how my dad would feel about this or how my other parents…” Belle took a big gulp of her drink.  “I just wish I knew how he felt about me marrying his hero.”  

“He’d be proud,” Nat quipped. Belle looked at the red head.  “Belle, after everything you’ve been through and finding love in this crazy city, he would be proud. At least, that’s what I think.  But knowing you, the way you handle yourself with Steve and Bucky for that matter, you can take on the world.”  

“And,” Pepper started, “being the wife of a mogul is hard but I will be there for you every step of the way.”  

“Plus, you have your best friends,” MJ said, “to help when we can.”  

“Thank you, ladies,” Belle said as she brushed away a tear. They broke for bed and Belle laid down, knowing she needed rest.  But, when you have become accustomed to sleeping next to someone, it takes a while.  She pulled out her phone 

B: Hi  S: you ok?  B: who ever came up with the tradition to separate the bride and groom should be shot.  S: you can’t sleep either  B: Nope.  I’m cold.   S: And I’m too warm.   S: A sign that we are meant to be  B: You ready?  S: I’ve been ready. I love you  B: I love you.  

It’s what she needed.  Reassurance that he was on the same page as herself.  She looked at the photo of her father that she brought with her.  “I miss you daddy.”  

Morning came and with a flurry of activity.  The wedding was scheduled for two in the afternoon, but it didn’t stop Belle from being busy as soon as she woke.  

Steve sat in his office, reading emails and getting updates on the church and the venue.  Bucky came in with a glass.  “Here punk.”  

“Thanks Jerk,” he mumbled taking the glass but not looking away.  

“Steve. Steve!” He finally looked up.  “What are you doing?” 

“I’m… I’m… I don’t know.”  Bucky could see if was pale and a little clammy.  

“Ok punk.  Ok,” he came over and sat in front of him.  “What’s going on?” 

“What if I am ruining her life?  What if she dies because she’s my wife?  Phil, would he want me to marry her? I couldn’t save him and now I’m putting his daughter in danger…” 

“Whoa, slow down Steve, take a breath.” Bucky grabbed the glass of water and shoved it into his friend’s hands. “Drink,” he ordered. “Listen, I have a couple of questions.”  Steve nodded.  “Do you love her?” 

“More than anything.”  

“Ok, do you think you have done everything you possibly can to protect her?” 

“I think so.”  

Bucky smiled fondly at his best friend.  “Then Rogers, buck up because you have to get ready to marry the girl of your dreams.”  

Steve looked up at his friend.  “She isn’t Peggy, right? She wouldn’t leave me there like she did, right?” 

And right then, Bucky understood.   

Italy 1944  “Can’t believe we’re doing this,” Steve said straightening his tie.    “You sure you want to punk? Its only been a few weeks.”   “We could die tomorrow Bucky.  I don’t wanna wait anymore.”     Steve arrived at the steps of the chapel.  There was a man waiting there.  “I’m sorry Captain but Agent Carter was called away.  She asked me to give you this.”  And handed him a note.   Sorry Steve, we’ll take care of it soon. P   “Well shit.  Ok, I guess I’ll have to wait.”   And wait he did.  After Bucky fell off the train and was presumed dead, he wasn’t in the mindset to get married. Then after a couple of weeks, he asked again but Peggy said now she wasn’t ready.  What he didn’t know yet was that she had resumed an affair with Daniel Sousa.  Until he walked in on them just before the battle in Austria with HYDRA.  Her kiss before he jumped onto the Valkyrie was a request for forgiveness.  Crashing the Valkyrie felt like the only way out, but he didn’t admit it to anyone.  Except Bucky.  

“No pal.  She’s not her.  Belle loves your punk ass for some reason.  And after everything she has gone through and put up with, I know this to be true.”  

“Thank you, Buck.  Really.”  Steve drained the tumbler of liquor and got up.  “Let’s get ready.”  

St. Agnes Church in Brooklyn was nostalgia for so many reasons.  Its where Sarah Rogers baptized her son and where they attended until the day she died. So, when Steve brought Belle to see if this would work for their wedding, she immediately said yes.  Steve stood in the entry way, greeting guests as they arrived, his groomsmen escorting people to their seats. Steve had chosen not to wear his army uniform, electing a black tux with a gold waist coat and tie.  His groomsmen were in the same except for a dark navy waistcoat and tie.  He just finished shaking hands with the mayor when a familiar face came into view and his mood darkened.  “What are you doing here?” 

“I figured I could apologize and watch.”  Sharon Carter shrugged her shoulder as she stopped with her date.  

“I didn’t invite you.”   

“Oh, I know.  He did.”  She pointed to the man with her. Steve remembered him as an accounting executive.  “Mr. Anderson.”  

“Mr. Rogers, thank you for the invitation.”  

“Of course.  Such a loyal employee, how could I not. You’ve been with me since the beginning, correct?” 

“Yes, sir.”  

“Loyalty is such an amazing quality to have.  I hope that you will continue to be loyal to me and the company.” Steve shook the man’s hand, squeezing subtly.  

“Of course, sir.” Anderson could read the message.  Everyone knew that Sharon had a thing for Steve.  Now he understood he was tricked into bringing her.  Well, nothing was going to interfere with the wedding on his watch.  Not if he wanted to keep his job. “Come along Sharon.”  He pulled the woman away.  

Steve smirked, knowing that Anderson understood the message.  The church was almost full, and a limo pulled up revealing the bridesmaids.  Nat came up to Sam with a kiss before reaching over and adjusted Steve’s tie.  “She’s right behind us so you better get to your place,” she said.  

“Yes ma’am.  How is she?” 

“She’s good.  Ready to be married to your dumb ass.” Nat smirked at him.  “She’s a little nervous but once she sees you, I think that will go away.”  

Steve kissed her cheek.  “Thank you, Nat.” He hugged the other ladies and then escorted Pepper to her seat.  He finally looked around the church. Belle had tried to involve him when she and the wedding planner were looking at designs, but he really had no interest.  But now, he was in awe of his princess.   

The church was filled with white and pink roses, sprays of daisies and hydrangeas in white, soft pink and blue.  The aisles were lined with black lanterns with white lit candles and petals around them. It was classic, elegant but still understated and demur.  It was he and Belle as a couple.  He took his place in the front with the minister and took a deep breath.  The music started, the pianist playing a version of Journey’s “Faithfully”, something both he and Belle found comforting.  He hummed to himself, I’m forever yours, faithfully.  

He watched as the doors opened and the bridal party made their way down the aisle. Sam and Nat, Tony and Hope and finally Bucky and MJ as the best man and maid of honor.  The ladies were also in navy blue gowns but different cuts. The doors closed again and then the music changed and Steve had to smile.  His girl was nothing if not surprising as the soft sounds of Adele’s “make you feel my love” played.  He took a deep breath and waited for the door to open.  He was ready.  

Ready to commit to the love of his life.  

NEXT

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Why only have one 🍌

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Queen Bitch

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!reader

Words: ~1.9k

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

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

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

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“Y/L/N, what the fuck was that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait…”

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

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

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

[georgiapeach305132]

Mr. Freezy said the reader isn't allowed to go outside without him so imagine she asked to go in the backyard because she wants to get tan Robert is all mad but says yes to her anyway. Robert thinks she going to be in a cute little bath suit but just comes out to back naked with a towel and he gets all hard and they fucking in the backyard and paul just walked in on them

Oh my goodness yes!!

🍦

"Sir?"

"Yes, Pretty Girl?"

"Have I been your good girl lately?" you ask, twisting a bit of your hair around your finger.

Freezy knows you're about to ask something of him, and he doesn't like games, "Okay, what is it that you fucking want?"

"It's a really pretty day outside, and I just feel like I'm getting pale. Would it be okay if we had lunch outside so I can get some sun?"

Looking your body up and down because he would love to see tan lines all over your body. Would love to rub in aloe after the sun, and at night when he spanks you? Oh he'll love the extra sting to your skin. "Alright, Pretty Girl, how about you go make us some lunch, and we'll eat outside."

Feeling all happy you bounce over to Robert, gently giving him a kiss on his course beard. Thankful that you can spend some time in the sweltering sun. Quickly making the two of you a simple picnic lunch. When finished you wait. And wait. And wait some more. Robert looks deep in conversation on the phone, and you don't feel like waiting.

Biting your lip, you wonder if it would be so bad to go outside without him. it's in the back yard. It's fenced in, but you also know you need an insurance policy. With a devil may care grin you strip out of your short sundress, leaving the food inside, so it doesn't spoil.

You love every minute that you soak up of the sun, already feeling happier with the extra vitamin D you're getting. And then you hear the loud bang of the backdoor as Robert stomps outside.

"I thought you understood the fucking rules! Why are you..." his words stop, but his feet doesn't. Standing above you he blocks out the sun. "I want to be mad at you, but..."

"You ready for lunch Freezy, baby?" you ask with the low whisper that drives him crazy.

"Oh, I'm eating, but it won't be the sandwich. You're going for a ride." Finally opening your eyes you stare up at Robert. "Now, be my good little slut and ride my fucking face."

He never gives you a chance to react, just drops down on the ground, lifting your body to straddle him. Yanking down your hips, and you know you're smothering Robert. But his tongue is insatiable. Lapping up your juices. You start to play with your tits, but a quick smack to your ass and swats to your arms, you know you can't touch what isn't yours. His hands come to your breasts fondling them and you can't help but squirm over over him.

After cumming on his mouth he lays you down on the ground. "You ready, Pretty Girl? I'm going to destroy that tight pussy of yours. You have to have some form of punishment for your fucking behavior."

Most the times Robert is just filthy, sometimes he's sweet and caring, in this moment he's angry you disobeyed him. Pissed off at you and himself. His hips slam into yours like his life depends on it. Finger pressed tightly in your skin, loving the sound of his skin slapping against yours. "Oh fuck, Sir!" you scream out. His hand comes to your throat feeling your walls flutter around him, he knows you're close, and he knows you love that lack of oxygen.

Neither one of you hear the gate to the back open, lost in your world of his filthy words in your ears. "My perfect little cockslut. You fucking take me so well, going to split you in two."

"What the fuck? It's not even official yet!" you hear the voice of your almost divorced husband scream.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Robert shouts.

"You asked me to bring by the signed papers. Here they are."

"Okay." Robert loudly moans, and you just want to feel him. Want to hear his words for you, but you can't help but to roll your eyes back to see Paul. He's clearly disgusted at the man that fucks into you roughly. Paul was always vanilla, never wanted to try anything. "Now fucking leave."

"Y/N are you really okay? This whole thing is messed up. You can tell me if..."

Your hands grasp at Robert's ass, urging him to fuck deeper in you. "Fucking great."

"See? She sounds...fuck...my pussy clenching me so fucking tight." His head rolls up to look at Paul. "If you're not gone by the fucking time I finish..."

Robert doesn't get to complete his sentence because your hands pull his lips down to yours as you feel yourself release on him. Eyes rolling in the back of your skull while Robert searches for his own release, pounding into your sweet cunt like his life depended on it. His thrusts become sloppy as you feel the most delicious heat fill you up.

And thankfully for Paulie, he knew it was time for him to leave.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

First Day

Summary- 1.7k Detective Paul Diskant x Y/N. Paul passed his detective exams and first day on the job. Although he's been an officer since you've two been dating, your nerves still get the best of you. Soft and Some Smut. Written for @jtargaryen18​ 30 Days of Chris

Fresh youthful face stared back at Paul in the mirror as he buttoned up his shirt, his fingers shaking slightly until you peeked around his arm, and tugged to turn him away from the mirror, smiling up at him as you took over for him, sure to make sure each side lined up correctly. “Diskant, you know everything is going to be fine.” You say with pride, stepping back so he could stuff the tail ends of his shirt in his pants, to zip up the fly and button them shut. 

“I feel like my heart's going to just beat out of my chest.” He said as a confession while you moved to your shared closet and opened the door, going through his ties. You pulled out a blue one with a pattern to it, moving back over to hold it against his chest while he flipped up his collar so he could put it on. You hum to him in agreement as you draped it over his shoulders. 

You ducked back around so you could stand in front of him and fix the length, and start to twist and fold it with nimble fingers, having done this for him a few times now over the years you two have been together. His blue eyes slid appreciative over your concentrating face, the tip of your tongue caught between your teeth. “And it will go smooth. Remember you earned this Handsome. They don't just give out Detective status to anyone. You studied hard and passed all the exams.” Your fingers clasped around the knot of his tie and wriggled it up. “Besides, I thought I worked all the nerves out of you last night.” You bit your lip in a grin, and his pupils widened in excitement, recalling last night. 

You pushing him onto the bed with a purr, your lips tasting sweet after a few wine coolers that you had enjoyed around the small fire pit you two sat around before deciding to retire.You straddle his lean hips and his hand fisted in your hair with an urgency, and you giggled against his lips. knees gripping against his waist, your tugging his shirt over his head, and he's doing the same to yours, tossing them aside. You fall forward to place kisses all along his chest, sure to give a bit of tiny love bites, and his hands are cupping your breasts through your bra, teasing your nipples through the fabric. “Get it off Paul.” You whine, and he reaches behind, and snaps it loose. “Sit back Y/N.” He said, pushing you back so he can draw it off your body, topless, you were fucking stunning, running your hands over your breasts, your own fingers pulling at your nipples. It was just to much and Paul, wrapped and arm around your waist to roll you two over, taking over with his mouth where your fingers just were. 

Grasping the back of your neck, he pulled you in against him to take a deep claiming kiss, tongue trailing over teeth and claiming your tongue, you grasped his belt buckle giving a jerk at it and moan into the kiss, looking up at him slightly dazed. “You did, fucking went from my Kitten to a Wildcat last night.” His thumb slid across your bottom lip to clean off the residue, and winked. “You always know how to treat me good Kitten.” 

Letting go of his belt buckle and patting his chest with a wink. “Wonder where I learned that Diskant. You can just figure that out for yourself Detective.” You teased and twisted away to leave the room, Paul right behind you with a playful swat to your ass, grabbing his wallet and badge off the dresser as he left the room, to finish getting ready for the day. Now he was bubbling with a good mood, you easily had that effect on him. And when you gave him a kiss goodbye, tilting to your tip toes telling him how fucking turned on you were by him with that badge on his hip, he walked out of the house a confident man. 

You watched from the door frame, wiggling your fingers as you watched him straighten his tie and slip into his car. You couldn't help but worry your lip, turning away when he was gone and going to get yourself ready, pouring your coffee, you carried the mug up the stairs and into your bedroom to actually get dressed for work. 9 to 5 at the bank. You and Paul didn't have a bad life. The little house with the bit of back yard just outside the city. Both of you had good jobs, you just couldn't help but worry about his. Maybe now it would be better, he wouldn't be on patrol anymore, but working actual cases of crimes that already happened. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but grin at some of the darker marks he left scattered across your breasts, his love bites, just as you managed to leave some on his. 

He lavished his tongue around your erected nipples, your hands shoving through the short crisp hairs on his head you had just cleaned up for him earlier to dig into the bunches muscles of his shoulders, arching yourself into his mouth. “Impatient Kitten?” He growled out and you nodded while rolling your body against his, reaching down to tug at his jeans. “When am I not impatient Paul?” He laughed as he continued down your body, your stomach fluttering under his teeth while he tugged your pants open and pulled back further to yank them off. Quick to get off his own, he fell over you, settling in between spread thighs and mid kiss, he plunged fingers in you, pumping you open and having you clenching around him, gasping against his lips. “All wet and fucking hot Kitten, your right, you are ready.” With a easy glide, he stretched you around him, leaving you pushing your head back with a hissing and he took advantage, sucking on your neck. 

A tug over your blouse covered your body, and you pinned your hair up at the nape of your neck, placing on a gold chain Paul had given you a while ago, as well as a bracelet. It was easy to put on this look, hiding some of your worries, and as you left that day, locking your door on the way out, and started your day. At your lunch time, you had messaged him, telling him you hoped his first day was good, and walking the mall your bank was located in with your co-worker friend Cat, you two discussed a bit of your worries. It was good to be able to talk to a friend. 

“Well you said so yourself, that Paul wasn't going to be chasing down crimes in progress.” 

You picked at your soft pretzel and shrugged. “No, but it's still a dangerous job, and it's not like Boston is exactly the safest city of cities.” You wrinkle your nose and pause at a jewelers window, studying the display. 

Cat paused to, looking at the pendants, when she pointed one out. “Why don't you get him a St.Micheals Pendant? His is supposed to protect the police officers from harm.” And you ditched your soft pretzel to enter the shop and look. Soon you were walking out with a black box being tucked into your purse. Cat looped her arm through yours and already your mood was a bit better as you two entered the bank, when five o clock rolled around, you were quick to get home, wanting to be home to welcome Paul home on his first day as Detective. You were just getting dinner in the oven when you heard the front door open and Paul call out your name. “In here Babe" you call back and quickly dry your hands off. 

When he came in, he found you drying your hands, looking him up and down now in a more relaxed look, tie loosened, sleeves half rolled up his arms, suit jacket he was quick to drape over his chair. “Smells good Kitten, what you got cookin'?” He teased as he went to you, wrapping arms around your waist. You smirked up at him, and loped your arms around his neck. “Pizza, with that crust you like. But it JUST went in the oven, so what are you smelling?” 

“Must be you Kitten.” He dropped his head and kissed your neck with a bit of tenderness that wasn't there last night, traveling to your lips. “And you taste good to.” You laugh as your swaying a bit around the kitchen, a slow dance without any music, just a natural body movement for you two in this moment. “Arnt you a charmer Diskant. I got something for you today to congratulate you on your new job.” You grinned and reached into your pocket. 

He backs the two of you up so he can sit down in the kitchen chair, kissing your shoulder. “You didn't have to give me anything, you’ve done more then enough sticking with me all these years.” 

“I didn't have to, but I wanted to.” You pick up his hand resting on your thigh, and put the box in it. “Your girlfriend is allowed to give you gifts whenever she wants.” Paul knew better then to argue with her about it, and he pried open the lid to see the silver St Micheal’s charm. Well aware of the significance, he set the box aside and drew you into him and handed him the necklace, which you slipped over his head and then tucked into his shirt so it wouldn't get caught on something. “Perfect” you say as your cuddling into his chest and rested your forehead against his, his blue eyes studying yours, and placing a gentle loving kiss on your lips. “Its perfect Kitten, Thank you for this.” 

You smiled back and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Your welcome, I love you Detective.” You grinned getting to use his new title. “By the way, did you ever solve that case I gave you this morning?” 

He furrowed his brow and danced his fingers up your back. “Why no, in fact I have to question the witness, how much time do we have?” 

You check the timer on the stove and bite your lip looking back at him. “30 minutes Detective.” 

“Oh, plenty of time.” Scooping you up bridal style, he carried you off to the couch, and that night you two ate slightly burnt pizza.    

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[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Private Nurse - Drabble

Paul Diskant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Gunshot wound, swearing

Summary: You’re home alone after your fiance had left for a case. After hours of waiting, he comes home and does not look good. But luckily you’re able to treat him and be his private nurse.

Requested by @mcntsee

The night was getting darker and you haven’t received a text message from your fiancee who happened to be out on his job but he never told you what he was doing. Sure, he told you about the Washington case, the one where a friend of yours from work knows him, Tom Ludlow who happened to show up at the store. 

Your fiance never wanted to tell you what exactly happened. The wounds, he never mentioned, only the event when Washington was killed by two gangbangers with machine guns. 

He would come home, rip his tie off and drop his badge along with his gun before he kisses you in a soft greeting. 

You did hear a talk between him and a man named Scribble in the other room. After that, he came out through on his dark button up and kissed you before saying, “I’ll be back.” You hoped it was work, it sounded like it but the name Scribble was an odd name for a coworker. Maybe it was just a silly name co-workers give each other. 

You heard his was “Disco”. Sometimes it slips out of your lips when you’re joking. You turned on the tv which was already standing on the news as you went back to the kitchen to make dinner. Hopefully Paul could make it home in time for dinner. You hate when he comes home and it’s cold. 

Sometimes he’d add the “I’m not hungry,” and just pull you into the bedroom. 

You were a nurse at the Los Angeles Hospital. One of the best and hardest workers there. You wouldn’t have a better job than that. Paul was a detective and that was twice the danger you could have in the hospital. Paul knew how dangerous it could be and he never had to come to you for medical attention.

You hissed when you accidentally touched the part of the pan that heated up and you walked over to the sink and put your finger under the cold water. Hearing the news go off and with the turn of your head, the name came from the television.

“An 18-year detective, Tom Ludlow had killed two undercovered sheriffs tonight, the police are on the scene and have not found Ludlow on the nearby streets-” You hear a knock at the front door and you rush over to it. Opening it to see Paul, you let out a sigh, “Paul, I-” You see blood on his arms and you could smell the faint gunpowder. “What the hell happened to you?”

Paul winces when he begins to unbutton his shirt. “You have your medical bag?” He asked, you took a hold of him and helped him inside. “What the hell is going on? I heard about Ludlow, where you-?”

“Please, Y/N, baby, just… do what I say and I’ll tell you. Just grab your medical bag.” You nod and rush over, pointing to the living room. “Sit your ass on the couch, now,” You said, Paul doesn’t hesitate but does limp over and lays back on the couch. You grabbed your bag and rushed into the living room. You knelt down in front of him, “Let me see.”

Paul grits his teeth and pulls off his black t-shirt he wore and sat there shirtless. “Jesus, Paul…” You breathed out, going into your bag for something to clean it up. Paul looks down at it and sighs, “Turn off the TV, I don’t want you to freak out with all the… sounds.”

“I am freaking out, Paul! I really am!” You say, shaking almost, never in your life you had to do this with Paul. He promised to stay safe and dodge bullets but you guess he couldn’t. He wasn’t a superhero. Paul reaches for you, “Hey, hey…” You stopped your frantic moving and covered your face with your hands. Trying not to ugly sob in front of your fiancee, which had been done a few times. 

“I’m sorry…” You say, Paul grins softly, “What are you sorry for?” You sniffled and went back to your bag, finding the things you needed to stop the bleeding and have it heal. You then sat on your heels between his legs and leaned him forward. Paul ogled you throughout the whole process, the soft eyes as he saw your pink cheeks and nose. Eyes glistening with tears, he knew you were worried to death.

Yeah, Ludlow killed two officers and Paul wasn’t involved in it. It wasn’t his bullets. Luckily when he found out who they were, he duck down in time but the bullet took a strike in his shoulder. When Ludlow killed them Paul told him what he had done and cleared what happened to be their partnership. Paul told him to run, surely the police wouldn’t come for him. Hopefully.

You continued to wrap his shoulder and saw it already seeping through but by tomorrow, you could probably clear it at work. You gently rubbed his shoulder and leaned over to place a kiss on it. You laid your head on his chest and he brought up his other arm to hold you there. “Where’s Ludlow now…?” You asked, Paul took a while to answer. “Surely out of town. I told him to run. I should’ve known from the second I saw those pricks. Undercover fucks…” You lifted up your head to look up at him, a soft grin appeared on your face.

“Just be careful more, please?”

Paul hums and tilts his head, “Sorry? Did you say, don’t be more careful?” You slap his arm and the both of you gasp when you smacked the wounded one. Paul groans as you grit your teeth, “Sorry…” Paul grunts and lowers his other hand. “It’s okay… I still want to marry you.” You smiled with him and he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

The first one was welcoming, then the second was a bit pushy. You pull away when his free hand grabs your waist, you glare at him. “No. Not the time. Look at you, you’re bruised up and shot,” You say, Paul sighs heavily.

“It’s been a long day for me,” He groans, having you straddle his lap and your hand goes to the back of his neck. “Yeah, so have I,” You raised a brow, “You keep moving that arm, you’ll bleed more.” Paul’s hand reaches up onto your lower back, “Who says I need two arms to handle you?”

“I’ll cuff that wrist to the coffee table,” You say.

Paul tilts his head, “Not before I get to them. You know I can do it with one hand.” You laughed softly and reached down to remove his badge. Tossing it on the coffee table along with his cuffs and gun. He hisses, “Careful, that thing’s loaded,” He says.

You smirked, “It’s not the only thing that’s gonna be loaded.” He felt you take a hold of his belt, his breath hitched. “And I wonder why the hell I found you and got stuck with you for years.” You softly laughed and kissed him again. “You’re the one who proposed,” You reply. Paul grins and reaches up to your cheek pulling you down for a softer kiss.

I needed to post something to distract you guys for a while. Paul Diskant is my baby.

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[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.”

[cherry-gemz]

🇺🇲 🎇 Happy Birthday, Steve Rogers! 🎇 🇺🇲

Ready to write and play all July for @the-ce-horniest-book-club 's bingo challenge! I will be adding my fics in this Masterlist throughout the month. 🥳🍒

Poolside Steve Rogers x You

Bombshell Steve Rogers x You

10-42: Paul Diskant x You

Soft as a summer shower: Steve Rogers x You

The Wedding Date: Part Deux: Chris Evans x You

The Icing on the Cake: Steve Rogers x You

Contempt of Court: Andy Barber x You

Steve Rogers Moodboard: Preserum Steve

Be (Not) (One’s) Type: Steve Rogers x You

[wiypt-writes]

Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World

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

Kinktober 2022 DAY 5: Sensory Deprivation.

Co-written with @spectre-posts​

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

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

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

W/C: 4.1k

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

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

“Dare I ask?”

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

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

"Yeah? You dressing up, Sugar?"

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

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

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

"I'm game." He smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I already am," you quipped.

“Fuck, Sugar…” his eyes darkened.

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

“Nah ah, I saw that movie…”

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

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

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

“Suppose I should be grateful…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You said you brought your cuffs, right?"

Another groan.

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

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

You smirked to yourself.

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

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

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

“Hmmm?”

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

“Remind me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

“I’m okay with that too.”

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

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

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

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

“Bet’s over…”

“It was a game.”

“Potato, potahto…”

"Take me to bed, Disco."

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

“Mighty big claim there, Stud.”

"I come through."

“Usually.”

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

He laughed, “oh, Sugar…it’s on.”

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

“You still suck at running.” he teased.

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

"I always do."

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

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

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

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

“Well this takes me back,” you giggled.

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

“How…I mean…we’ve been…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you trust me, Sugar?"

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

“Anything... "

“Take your clothes off…wanna feel you.”

"Every inch." He whispered in your ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Patience, baby…”

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

“So you know what I’m gonna do.”

"Yes."

“Tell me.”

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

“Damned right I’m gonna.”

"Please...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Officer..."

“Semantics.”

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

“Okay…okay…”

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

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

It only set him into you further and faster.

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

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

“Paul…please…it’s too much.”

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

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

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

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

"Such a good girl, Sugar."

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

“You offering?” He grinned.

"You want my mouth, my tits?"

“No, I want you…”

"Get on your back, Stud."

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

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

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

“Sit on it, baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No...don’t wanna. Not... Yet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Disco."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So beautiful, Sugar."

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

"Paul... S'close."

“Yeah, baby…c’mon…let go…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[andydrysdalerogers]

Aurora ~ Part Two

Pairings: Andy Barber vs Lloyd Hansen; Andy Barber x OFC Aurora "Rory" Thatcher

Summary: Andy has found the girl of his dreams... and the girl of someone's psychopathic obsession as well. Family as they say, can be a bitch...

Work Count: 4K+

Warnings: Mafia! Andy Barber, Mafia! Lloyd Hansen, obsessive tendencies, stalking, assault, fluff, mentions of parental death, this is a multi-verse of mixed characters

This work is 18+ only. Please heed the warnings and walk away as this story does get violent as it goes on...

Banner by @justawriterand

Mood board and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Rory woke to a beautiful morning.  The sunshine was brighter the birds were louder, the colors more vibrant. She stretched and smiled.  She reminded herself that it was her day off from the bakery. 

Andy woke up feeling lighter than before.  He closed his eyes to see Rory’s beautiful face and he smiled.  He reached for his phone. 

A: Good morning, Beautiful

R: Good morning handsome

A: I have some things to take care of this morning, but I will be by to visit. 

R: I’m just getting ready to clean and then I have some errands, but I’ll be back in the afternoon

Andy frowned at his phone. He didn’t want Rory out alone while Rumlow still lurked.  He made a call. 

“Diskant, I need you to be on a security detail.”

Sure boss.  Who?

“Aurora Thatcher.  She’s going to run errands, but I don’t want to frighten her.  Watch her place and escort her wherever she wants to go.” 

You got it boss. Send me the address. 

Andy ended the call feeling better.  He would protect his girl. But first, he had a stop to make.

Rory cleaned up her apartment that had been neglected for the most part.  When she went to do her laundry, she realized that she needed to go to the dry cleaners for her aprons. Andy called and she was filled with joy.  The man was so attentive and sweet that she squealed.  She spun around, twirling on her toes.  She stopped and took a deep breath.  Finish your tasks Rory so you can spend tonight with him, she told herself.  She finished up and got dressed. 

As she stepped outside, a familiar face startled her.  A face she had hoped to never see again. “Miss Thatcher.” 

Rumlow stood up from where he was leaning on the fence.  “I believe our discussion was not over.”  The smirk on his face was playful but lustful.  Like a predator stalking his next meal. 

How did you find me?  Rory took a step back towards the door, her blood running cold. 

“We know a lot about you Miss Thatcher.” He could see the terror in her eyes, and he enjoyed it.  He stepped forward but another voice interrupted. 

“Miss Thatcher!” Rory looked at the man and recognized him from dinner the night before. “I’m sorry for being late.  Mr. Barber said you wanted to run some errands.  Thank you Rumlow for watching his girl.” 

Rory looked at her savior and nodded.  “Y-yes.  Just needed to pick up some aprons.” 

Rumlow grinded his teeth in anger.  “Not a problem Diskant.”  He turned to look at her.  “I’ll be seeing you real soon.”  He stomped off. 

Rory sagged against the door frame.  “Thank you,” she whispered. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get here faster Miss Thatcher.  Paul Diskant.”  He offered his hand. 

“How…”

Paul smiled apologetically. “Mr. Barber requested security for you.  I was in my car, and I saw Rumlow approach you.” 

“Oh ok,” she smiled softly at Andy’s thoughtfulness. “Well, I should get going.  Thank you for your help.” She moved to walk around him.  

“Let me drive you.” He stepped into Rory’s path. 

“I really don’t…”

“Mr. Barber insists. I’ll take you wherever you need to go and I’ll bring you right back.”  He offered his arm.  Rory looked at him and sighed, before taking his arm. 

Across town, Andy was being served tea.  By none other than Rory’s grandmother.  He took in the modest home, the furniture old but well kept.  He could see photos of Rory decorating the house.  “You have a beautiful home Mrs. Thatcher.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Barber.” 

“Andy, please.” 

“What can I help you with? My husband will be home soon.”  Georgia Thatcher wringed her hands nervously.

“I wanted to know more about your granddaughter, Rory,” he said nonchalantly. He took a sip of the tea. 

Georgia’s eyebrows rose in surprise. She knew he had stepped out with her granddaughter but had no idea it was serious. “My Rory?”

“Yes, I’ve taken her on a date, and she was a perfect lady.  I assume she got her good manners from you,” he said, paying the woman a compliment. 

“Well yes, but Mr. Bar-“

“Andy,” he corrected. 

“Andy, I love my granddaughter and I don’t want any harm to come to her.” 

“I understand.  I want the same thing.”  Just then the door opened, and David Thatcher walked in. 

“Sweetheart, whose car is in…Mr. Barber.” 

“Mr. Thatcher.  Apologies for the intrusion.” 

David Thatcher had known Andy Barber’s father and watch the younger man raise his family.  Shame all that Andy had gone through.  His father, a convicted murderer, then losing his girl and son.  But Andy turned that around. He was a successful “businessman” if that’s the polite way to call it.  And he was more than ok not to charge his granddaughter a higher fee when she wanted to open her bakery.  “Mr. Barber, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“I was inquiring about Rory.  I would like to get to know her better.  Date her.” 

David hesitated slightly before saying, “That’s up to Rory to decide.” 

Andy nodded but wanted the man to realize the seriousness of his visit. “I understand.  But I wanted to make sure you understood that I have no desire to harm Rory or let any harm come to her.  She is beautiful, smart and from what I have eaten, a wonderful baker. You know my history, David, and you know I wouldn’t risk her.” 

David closed his eyes. Rory was their world after her parents died. But he couldn’t deny the opportunity of someone like Andrew Barber. “Andy, if she wants to date you, you have our blessing.  But please, her life has been hard enough.”

“I understand.  She told me about her parents.  I’m sorry to hear about the car accident.” 

“Car accident? I think you are mistaken,” Georgia replied before she could stop herself.  She clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Rory told me it was an accident.”  Andy frowned and saw the look shared by the couple.  “Tell me.” 

David sighed but gestured for the man to sit.  He swallowed hard but started to explain. “Rory’s parents were in debt.  They took out a loan from someone in exchange for Rory or payment.  When they gave the money back, he didn’t accept.  He wanted our grandbaby.  They hid her with us, and they were killed in an intentional accident.” 

Andy’s fury grew as the story was told. “Who?”

Rory got up as she did every morning and got ready for work.  Paul has been nice the whole day before, driving her around, helping with carrying things.  She got ready for the day and made her way to the door.  She peeked out the window, nervous to see who was waiting but smiled when she saw Peter.  She grabbed her things and went out.  “Morning Peter.” 

“Morning Rory.  I came to walk you to work.  Mr. Barber insisted.” 

“Of course, he did.  Thank you.”  They chatted the whole way.  As the first set of croissants come out of the oven, the alarm buzzed.  Rory peeked her head out and saw Andy at the counter.  “Mr. Barber, what a nice surprise.” 

“Good morning sweetheart.  I wanted to apologize for not being about to see you yesterday.  Was Diskant helpful?”

“Very, perfect escort, Mr. Barber.” 

“Good, well I was passing through to make sure everything was ok and for some breakfast. And its Andy, sweetheart.”

“I know,” Rory said blushing.  “But you’re a customer.” 

“I think I’m more than just a customer, sweetheart.”  He leans over to place a sweet kiss on her lips.  “Perfect start to the morning.” 

Rory giggled.  “What can I get you?”

“Coffee, croissant and a date for tonight?” He gave her a quirk of a smile that Rory knew would not allow her to say no.

“Andy…”

“Rory, I like you a lot. Trust me.” 

She looks at him and smiles.  “You could help me with prep.” 

“Then dinner?”

Rory nodded.  “I need to get a change of clothes.” 

“I’ll send Nick to pick something for you.”  Andy caressed her cheek.  “Don’t go anywhere without Peter, Nick, Sam or Paul, ok sweetheart?”

Rory nodded and offered him a sweet smile. “Yes Andy.” 

He kissed her sweetly.  “Good girl.  I’ll be by later.  Have a good day.” 

Andy made it to his office, enjoying the coffee and croissant, imagining Rory’s nimble fingers working the dough and he groaned, the image going straight to his groin. He shook his head of his dirty thoughts and rifled through the mail.  Letters from clients, request from the neighborhood but one got his attention. 

TO AURORA’S BEAU

Andy’s hands shook as he opened the note. 

Better protect your sweetheart, Andy.  Thank you for finding her for me.  I’m coming to collect what’s mine. ~ LH

“FUCK!” Andy grabbed the glass on his desk and threw it against the wall.  “Fowler!”

Nick ran in, observing the glass on the floor. “Boss?”

“I need your best men and I need you to come up with a security plan for Rory.”  He handed the note to him.  “He can’t have her,” he mumbled to himself. 

“Who is LH? And what the fuck is his problem?”

“Someone who has been a problem for my entire life.”  Any sat and messaged his temples. 

“Ok well I’ll make some calls and get people stationed around.  Natasha and Wanda can befriend her so they can keep a closer eyes.” 

“Perfect.”  Nick moved to start working.  “Nick?”  The man turned. “Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem, Boss.  Jensen said he would have her new security system up soon.” He left the room. 

Andy closed the door and went to his safe.  He spun the dial and opened the door, pulling out an old photo album.  He thumbed through the pages until he landed on a photo of two boys.  He stared at it.  “Hello brother. Guess I’ll be seeing you soon.” 

A man walked the streets of this town, taking in all the changes.  He sighed, seeing the old stomping grounds.  Fifteen years was a long time to be away.  He lit a cigarette and inhale.  What a sight.  Lloyd Hansen was ready to claim what was his.  He called his contact.  “Did you get the girl?”

No sir.  Barber interfered.

“Of course, he did. Head of a crime family and yet still a softie.” Lloyd laughed bitterly.  “No matter.  I’ll collect what’s mine soon enough.”  He hung up and watched over the city.  

“I’ll see you soon Andy.” 

As promised, Andy showed up to help Rory prep.  She got him an apron and had him mixing dough while she shaped cookies.  “Rory, are you happy?”

“Of course, Andy.” She didn’t stop shaping.  “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering baby.  You were scared the first time we met.”

“It wasn’t you.  It was just what happened.  You actually make me feel very safe.”  She didn’t sense that Andy was now right behind her.  She jumped slightly at his lips on her neck.  His kisses were gently, pulling a soft moan from her. 

“You are so precious to me, love.” Andy continued his gently assault, listening to her groan from the sensations. “I won’t push you, but you are mine.”  He spun her around and lifted her onto the counter with a giggle. Rory opened her legs to let Andy slot in between them.  He rubbed his nose against hers. 

Rory could sense his uneasiness.  “Andy, I don’t know what’s going on.  I’m nothing special. I don’t know why you would want someone like me.” 

“Don’t say that, Rory.  Don’t ever say that.”  He kissed her gently.  “Be mine. Say that you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours Andy.  Please don’t hurt me.” 

“Never my sweetheart.  Let’s finish so I can take my girl out.”  Rory smiled and they finished up.  She changed into a simple white sundress and sandals.  Andy changed out his shirt for a simple white button down and jeans.  As she emerged from her office, Andy spun around to take her in.  “Wow!”

Rory chewed her lip. “Do I look ok?”

Andy tugged her lip free. “Rory, you look beautiful.  Can’t wait to show you off.”  He took her hand and guided her out, looking around as he went. 

“Where are we going?” she asked as they climbed into his car. 

“To the carnival.  Let’s have some set fun.” 

Nick, Sam, Peter and Paul all followed the couple discreetly, allowing them some privacy.  Rory had no idea of the security measures in place, but Andy knew he needed to come clean soon.  As they approached the fun house, Rory looked at it apprehensively.  “Andy?”

“It will be fine love.” 

Rory nodded as they made their way inside.  Out of the view of the public, Andy pulled Rory against a wall and pinned her with a hot, needy kiss.  They made out for a few moments, Rory threading her fingers into Andy’s hair, Andy letting his one of hands cup the globes of her ass, the other holding the back of her neck, keeping her close to him. They finally break apart breathing hard.  “You are intoxicating sweetheart.” 

She smiled at him and moved farther into the maze. “Catch me, if you want another.”  She giggled and started to run further in. 

Andy grinned but lost sight of her.  He could hear the ghost of her giggles floating around.  He made it to the room of mirrors, trying to feel his way out. 

“Andy.” 

He could hear a whisper. 

“Come find me.” 

He smiled until he heard a laugh.  One that he hadn’t heard in a very long time. Andy’s blood ran cold.  He can still here her giggles, but it was faint.  “Rory!” Andy frantically feels his way around the room trying to exit.  “Aurora please! Where are you?”

You should keep a better eye on her Andrew, he hears. She’s more beautiful than I remember.  The voice echoes in the room. Andy turns seeing the same face in the mirrors. 

“Rory!” Andy makes it to the end. 

“Boo!” Rory pops out at him, her face bright with laughter. 

Andy pulls her and crushes her to his chest.  He buries his nose into her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, trying to calm his heart. 

“Andy?”

“Sorry love sorry.  You just scared me by taking off like that.” 

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to have fun with you.”  Her lower lip began to wobble. 

“No, don’t cry.  Fuck, I’m sorry sweetheart.”  He kissed her softly.  “Let’s get out of here and get a drink ok?”  She nodded and they headed out.  Andy looked over his shoulder. He saw nothing except a piece of paper that he had missed earlier. 

SOON

As soon as they were out of the maze, Andy alerted Nick about what happened while Rory was getting coffee. “He was here, somewhere.” 

“Boss, I really think you should tell Rory.  We are going to be putting in security and I’m assuming assigning her a guard.  She has the right to know.” 

“She’ll be frighten.” 

“She’ll be on alert. It will allow us to protect her better. Andy,” Nick pleads, “she makes you better.  I don’t want anything to happen to her.” 

Andy sighs. “Ok, we’ll tell her tomorrow.  Call Jensen.  I want top of the line for her home and shop.” Nick nods as he types into his phone. 

Rory comes back with the coffees, a look of surprise on her face.  “Nick?  What are you doing here?”

“Needed the boss’s approval, cupcake.  Nothing to worry about.  But I will need to come by in the morning for coffee.  I’m also bring by a friend.”

“Guy friend of lady friend?”  Rory smirked up at him. 

“Cupcake, I don’t do sleepovers,” Nick replied with a laugh. “I’ll see you in the morning.  Goodnight Rory, Boss.” 

Andy and Rory headed back to her apartment, Rory chewing her lip as she can feel the tension radiating from Andy.  “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not sweetheart.” 

“Then why are you so mad?”

“We’ll talk as soon as we get to your place.”  Andy pulled up and walked her in.  He looked around.  “You have a nice place.” 

“Thank you.” Andy checked the room quickly for any devises.  “Andy? You looking for something?”

“Ok sweetie, I have to tell you something.”  He sat her down and took her hands.  “I spoke to your grandparents.  They told me about the circumstances of your parents’ accident.” 

“The accident?  They were hit by a drunk driver.”  She looked at him questionably. “What are you saying?”

“Sweetheart, your parents had an agreement and when they didn’t pay they were, they were killed.”

“No.  No Andy that’s not true.” 

He cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry sweetheart. But the man they took a loan from is still trying to collect.” 

She shook her head. “Collect?  They didn’t have any money.  There is nothing to collect.” 

“There is one thing left that he wants.  He wants to collect you.” 

Lloyd Hansen enjoyed the sheer look of panic on Andy’s face as he watched from the control room of the fun house.  He printed the stills from the video feed.  Aurora.  He licked his lips staring at her photo.  He thought back, 15 years ago, when her parents made the deal with an unstoppable devil.

“Mr. Hansen, we just need to help our daughter.  We will lose our home.” 

Lloyd opened his eye and stared at the couple in front of him. “Why is that my problem?”

“We understand it’s not.  But we just need the loan.  I start my new job and I’ll give the money back to you as soon as possible.” 

Lloyd stood up and looked out his window, seeing a young Aurora playing in the front.  “She’s a cute little thing.”

Mr. Thatcher smiled tightly.  “Thank you.” 

Lloyd turned back to them. “I’ll give you the loan.”  Aurora’s parents exhaled in relief. “For her.”

“What?”

Lloyd sat back down at his desk. “You heard me.  I give you this money and in return I get your daughter, in let’s say, 15 years.” 

“You can’t be serious?” Her mother protested.  “She is just a little girl.” 

“I’m dead serious.  I mean I could take her in now since you won’t be able to put a roof over her head.  I’m a wealthy man.  I would still wait the years to allow her to grow up. But she is what I want in return.  I’m not that much older than her now and in 15 years it won’t really make a difference.” Lloyd laughed.  “So do we have a deal?”

What possessed Rory’s parent to accept the deal is something Lloyd would never understand.  Not that he cared. Until they tried to get out of it.  They returned the loan with interest within two months.  They tried to say that their daughter’s innocence was not for sale.  But it was too late.  Lloyd Hansen was obsessed, and he always got what he wanted.  And now he wanted Aurora. 

Orders were quick.  He sent his most trusted, efficient assassin to find and take care of the obstacle in his way.  But when the Winter Soldier came knocking, the entire family had vanished.  Took a year to track them down.  They were outside of the town he had been run out of.  They were almost to save haven.  

To the town where his twin ruled.  

He smirked at the thought.  He made Andy pay for that already. 

He thoughts now moved to Laurie.  Sweet Laurie that Andy took from him back when the brothers had been close.  Lloyd had been head-over-heels for Laurie until Andy swooped in and took her. Never mind that Laurie had been interested in Andy. Lloyd wanted her, so she was his. No matter. Running her off the road and killing her and their baby son was more than enough revenge.  No one knew it was him and he comforted his twin, helping him with the funeral. 

Of course, Lloyd wasn’t offered the same comfort when he almost killed a man for flirting with his girl.  That fucker was eyeing the pretty girl Lloyd had been chatting up. So, Lloyd made sure that no woman would ever look at him again.  Andy didn’t take too kindly on that and threw him out of town and hadn’t spoken to him since. 

Now Lloyd was in the area looking for his promised.  He hadn’t found her, but the Soldier found her parents.  Car accidents were so easy to manipulate.  But, with her parents gone, Aurora was still in the wind. 

Until the day it became news that “businessman” Andrew Barber was seen stepping out with a beautiful young lady.  And Lloyd saw an angel for the first time in 15 years.  He found her, his obsession, his beloved. 

His Aurora. 

By the time Andy finished explaining why Lloyd Hansen was after her, Rory was a mess.  She koala herself to Andy, tears streaming down her face as Andy spoke soothing words to her.  “Sweetheart, please, try and relax.  My men and I are going to do everything we can to protect you.” 

“He killed my parents.” 

“I know baby, I know.  And we are going to make him pay for that.”  Andy moved the hair from her face and kissed her forehead.  “There is one more thing I need to tell you, ok?”  She nodded and he took a breath.  “I know Lloyd.  Personally.” 

“Personally?”

“Yeah.” Andy paused, unsure if he was ready to admit it.  But he knew Nick was right. She needed to know. 

“He’s my twin brother.” 

Andy looked away from her in shame.  His own flesh and blood responsible for causing so much pain to his sweetheart.  But her next question took him by surprise. 

“Why don’t you talk to him?”  Rory chewed on her lip as she adjusted herself in his lap. 

Andy pondered her question for a moment.  “When I took over this town, I wanted to make it a peaceful safe place.  The men who used to run it did so out of fear and intimidation.  The people, they didn’t need that.  So, I got friendly with people like your grandparents.  I had their backing when I took over.” 

“How did you take over?”

Andy gave her a small smile at her innocence.  “I killed them sweetheart.” 

Rory’s eyes widen. But she understood; this was Andy’s life.  “That doesn’t explain Lloyd.” 

He sighed.  “Lloyd was with me up to a point.  He stood by me when I decided to take over, he helped me organize the men and whatever else I needed help with.  He was my second, my confidant, my best friend.  After I lost Laurie, he was my support system.  But, as our power grew, his ego and his temper grew with it.  And one day it boiled over. He almost killed a man for flirting with his date.  I kicked him out of the city, told him he wasn’t welcome here because I was trying to give our people peace.  He told me I was dead to him, that it was my fault my family died and that I would regret it.  I heard he set up shop in another state, but he was never a threat.  At least, not until now.” 

Rory went quiet as she absorbed his story.  Andy just cradled her, keeping her warm as she came to terms with the new information.  After a while, he heard, “Andy?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry for bringing all this trouble.” 

“Don’t be.  This isn’t your fault.  But can I ask you something?”  

“Sure.” 

“Will you stay with me?”  A look crossed Rory’s face.  “I have a guest room right across from mine and a security system in place.  We can take you to work and anywhere else you want to go but I just want to protect you the best way I know how.” 

Rory cupped his bearded cheek with her small hand. He closed his eyes at the sensation, enjoying the warmth on his skin.  His eyes flew open when he felt her soft lips on his.  He quickly closed them as he surrendered to her kiss.  She pulled away with a smile.  “I guess I should pack a bag.”

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How does Robert treat the reader when she's on her period compared to how Paul treated the reader

Paul lays down on the bed beside you. His fingers drifting down your body. "Stop."

"Why? It's been stressful at work. Could blow off some steam."

"Because, we'll make a mess," you remember his harsh words to you last time. He was all ready for sex, despite you being on your period, until the mess happen.

"Great," his body turns to face the opposite way of yours. Reaching over to your bedside table you grab a bottle of midol and water. Not only are you miserable, but he makes you feel dirty.

Robert on the other hand?

"You feeling okay, Pretty Girl?"

Remembering how Paul reacts to you being on your period you just nod your head yes. Grabbing tightly to your cramping uterus.

"Alright, what the fuck is the matter? Do I need to fuck you into feeling better?"

"No!" you scream as you look away from him.

His body walks closer to yours, his hands grazing softly across your face, and you lean into his warmth. Wanting his weight on top of you, but you pull away. "Uh-uh...can't deny me, Pretty Girl."

"You wouldn't want to right now. I'm on my period."

"You really think a little bit of blood is going to bother me? You do fucking know what I do, right? You grabbing your stomach, is it cramps?" you nod yes at his question. "You know, an orgasm helps ease cramps."

"It'll make a mess."

Scooping you up bridal style he starts walking into the bathroom. "Well then, I'll fuck you in the shower. Let the drain do the cleaning."

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you're fucking mine. And I want my fucking pussy now."

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Taking The Risks Masterlist

Mike Weiss and You have a problem. Well more than a problem, you both are addicts. Add on the fact that you are a working girl for one of the most powerful men in Houston Texas, it just doesn't spell anything good for you.

But Mike is insistent that you both can get out of that life.

Warnings- Sex, Drugs, Addiction, Murder, Police Activity.

Taking The Risks- 4.7k Mike Weiss x Prostitute Reader. Mike needs his fix. Sure he can get it anywhere but he only wants it from you. You are his favorite escape from his problems. You have rules set by your handler. But for Mike, you are willing to over look them, even when it costs you. Written for @the-iceni-bitch​‘s 1k Hoeing to Hozier Challenge. Warnings- Heavy Drug Use, Smut, Abuse, probably some manipulation. 18+ Blog.

Taking The Risks (chapter 2)- 4.5k Mike Weiss x You. After the encounter with Joey, leaving you with a certain promise you didn’t want to see fulfilled, you knew you had to cut ties with Mike Weiss, for both of you. Warnings- abuse, assault, threats, smut. This is an 18+ Blog.

Taking The Risks (Chapter 3)- 5.2k Mike Weiss x You. Having left behind Houston and Mike for his safety, you jump right back into work when Jen offers you to go with her to a paid get together. When you arrive though, things certainly don’t play out like you expect and suddenly your life is flipped upside down once again. Warnings- Swears, drug use and execution style murder.

Taking The Risks (Chapter 4)- ​4.5k Mike Weiss x You. Mikes’ brother Paul has you looking through various pictures of possible suspects now that they have you safely settled in the safe house. Mike arrives looking for some kind of answer as to why you even left in the first place. Warnings- mild bondage, sex, drug use. This is all fiction made up by me, so if anything is inaccurate in the description, put it to I honestly do not know how some things work.

Taking The Risks (4.5)- 1.3 Paul Diskant takes a quiet moment to call his wife. No Warnings.