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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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bigtreefest · 5 months ago

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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.”

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