#paul diskant x y/n

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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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Queen Bitch

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!reader

Words: ~1.9k

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

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

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

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

“Y/L/N, what the fuck was that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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!!

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"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.

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Chris Evans Characters-

Whats Your Number- 

Amiright?- 2.1k. Colin x Y/N. Colin and You go out to have some fun, but it brings up a serious topic. Written for official-and-unstable-satans gif challenge. (Whats Your Number)

Favorite Things- short. Colin x Y/N. Just Colin's favorite thing. Written for a friend. (Whats Your Number)

Goals- 1.7k Colin x Y/N. Just some naughty fun and teasing. NSFW. Smut. Female receiving Oral. Written for jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris challenge

Colin Suggestion- You come home drunk and Colin puts you to bed. 

Captain America/Steve Rogers-

Drenched- Nomad makes his way back to you and cant wait to get you in his hold. Warning- fingering. 

Goodbye- Short Read. Steve Rogers x Y/N. Steve just isn’t the same after the snap. Angst. (Post Infinity War and Post Endgame)

Sketches- Steve Rogers is a true artist and sketches an important person to him. Short.

Dom Drabble- Steve plays hard with his girl.

Fuck You Like I Hate You- Small piece with Golden Boy

Steves Nightmares- Steve waking with a nightmare, short.

Steve Request, Absent Touch- Avengers Return from your first field mission and celebrate. 

Got You A Seat- Nomad Steve is unable to stay for long, so he gets right down to business. Smut. 

Happy BIrthday (steve rogers addition)- Written for a friends birthday. Tony’s throwing you a party and Steve’s a bit shy. Fluffy.

Stark Spangled Kinks: Got You By The Chain- It’s Steve’s Birthday and when Katie gives him a sentimental gift it uncovers a kink he certainly didn’t know his girl had. Written as a Challenge using @what-is-your-plan-today​‘s characters. 

What The Stark Spangled F**k? Drabble: Fancy A BJ?-   Steve sees something on Emmy’s phone that he really doesn’t like. Warnings- cursing and mentions of sexual activity. Written as a Challenge using @what-is-your-plan-today’s characters. 

Stark Spangled Challenge: Bumps In The Night- Its Halloween, Steve and Katie are busy getting the kids ready for Tricks or Treats. Once its time for some adult fun, there are a few mishaps that require there attention instead. Happy Halloween! written for what-is-your-plan-today’s Stark Spangled is 1 Challenge. Using her characters from SSB verse. 

What The Stark Spangled F**k? Drabble: Pine-O-Lantern- Rori needs her Dad’s help with a scrap book dream. Using what-is-your-plan-today’s characters. 

Nomads Mission- 3.1k Nomad Steve Rogers x Reader featuring Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson and Red Wing. You might all be wanted by the Government and considered enemies of the state, but that isn’t going to stop you all from doing what has to be done. That includes collecting and destroying any information Hydra might have on the other Avengers. You are all aware of the risks each mission you run has. Warnings- violence.

Ruined- The gang from Nomads Mission are on another mission, this time when Steve and You slip away, you are feeling a bit frisky from the excitement. 

Injured- Comfort Ask. You are injured and Steve pulls you out of the rubble. 

Lets Just Stay- 1.4k Steve Rogers x You. First thing in the morning, he is your Captain and only yours to love on.

Steve HC- Steve’s wife is kidnapped. 

Steve HC- Yours and Steve’s first time. 

Steve Request- Gentle Steve giving praise while your cock warming. 

Steve Request- Steve’s Birthday, soft and fluffy. 

Steve Request- Encouraging Steve to let you call him Daddy. Smut. 

Steve/Bucky Request- Your sick and the Brooklyn Boys take care of you

Steve Request- You had a bad day and Steve helps comfort you

Past and Present- Short. Steve is struggling to fit in after he is thawed out, but you are willing to show him he still belongs. 

Steve Request- Steve takes you out to the pumpkin patch. Soft 

Steve Sensory Prompt- Steve helps you decorate your front stoop for fall

Steve/Bucky- you had a rough day, the soldiers take care of you. Smut. Vaginal fingering. 

Steve/Bucky- you have impulsive move to pull your eyebrows or lashes. They Brooklyn Boys want to help you with that. Short. 

Steve/Bucky/Sam- how the men react to your lipstick

Steve Request Kiss Prompt- Steve and You are following a suspected Hydra agent in the rain. 

Steve/Ari/Ransom- Smut. Steve catches you admiring his shirt. Thigh Riding. 

Full Moon Soul- 1.5k Alpha Steve Rogers x You. He was a hunted man but he will come back when you need him. 

Bodyguard Steve Request- You and Steve have a disagreement about how time together is spent. Extra- moments with Steve

Bodyguard Steve Request- Comfort Ask. Reader is told news that devastates her. 

Bodyguard Steve Request- Smut Ask. Steve and reader in a secluded meadow.

Steve Rogers Request- Hushed sex at Clint’s house during AOU

Knives Out- 

“I Need It” “Then you can ask nicely”- Ransom request. You done pissed him off. SMUT. Short Read. (Knives Out)

Needs- 2.7k Ransom x Y/N. Your spiraling out of control and Ransom deals with it. NSFW. Dominance. (Knives Out)

Ransom/Steve Request- Ransoms and Steves greatest fears. Short.

Ransom Request- Spit in her face. NSFW. Language. Oral. Mean Vibes. Short.

Ransom Request- Tie you up in his scarf and fucking you. 

Ransom Request- Getting in bed and making him gasp out. Cute and Fluffy. 

Ransom Request- Ransom finds out you have a Alpha Kink. Guess what he wants you to call him during sex. 

Whos Teaching Who- Your Ransoms tutor and catch him in the act. You decide to help out. NSFW. Smut. Male receiving Oral. 

Ransom Suggestion- Your lazy and don't feel like going to work. Ransom takes care of that for you. 

Ransom Suggestion- Feeling sad and cuddle with Ransom once he gets home. 

Cant Wait, Can You- Ransom fucks you in the driver seat. 

The Promise- 2.6k Ransom x You- You're done with Ransom after receiving some pictures. Its time to leave. Nsfw, cheating fic. 

The Promise: Part Two- 2.2 Ransom x You- You tried to leave and Ransom isn’t letting you go quite that easily. Now you are in his grasp with no way out. Non Con.  

Ransom Request- Ransom really doesn't like you calling him Hugh

Ransom Request Kiss Prompts- Ransom and You leave his parents to go for a walk. Soft

Ransom Request Kiss Prompts- Ransom gets sick of work and dealing with Walt. You tease him into a better mood. 

Ransom Request Kiss Prompts- Ransom needs a break and you try to entice him to come enjoy the fall weahter. He thinks of something else.

Surprising Finds-

1.7k. Ransom Drysdale x You. Bucky Barnes x You (small part) Ransom said you could do whatever you want. So you decided you wanted to go antiquing much to his dismay. Written for @sagechanoafterdark birthday featuring her characters. Please check out her masterlist. 

Red Sea Diving Resort-   

Trust Me- Ari x Y/N, request. Short. Ari returns from saving refuges with a slight mishap which you have to clean up. (Red Sea Diving Resort) 

God Damn It Ari- Ari x Y/N, request. Short. Ari has a plan, and your not entirely on board. 

Ari Request- Ari x Y/N, Short. Getting the refugees on the plane, and the two of you prepare for your goodbyes. 

You Need To Relax- Ari is upset in your office and you know of a way to make him relax. Smut. Oral. NSFW

Ari Request- Ari sneaks you in an out of the way spot for a kiss. 

Ari Request- Ari and You share a joint and have sex

Patience Kitten-  4k Ari Levinson x You. Ari has been gone for several weeks. You are his good girl and willing to wait how long you have to till he comes home, but its not easy. Ari has an idea of how to help you deal with the separation. Warnings- Slight daddy kink, use of pet name, M/F masturbation, use of sex toys, cum tasting.

Fuck You Higher-  Stoner Ari x Reader. You and Ari are both high and enjoying the ride that comes with it. 

Ari Request- You try to convince Ari about doing another dive day for the guests. 

Gifted-

Frank Request- short. Frank and you hook up after the bar. NSFW

Oppressive- Frank Adler and You. 1k. Frank and You are not getting along. Warnings- Fingering. Smut. 18+

Remember?- Frank Adler and You. 1.9k. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k challenge Warnings- barely mentioned smut. 

Defending Jacob- 

Andy anon Request- short. Andy and Reader are preparing for a fourth of July party the night before. 

Andy Request- Andy takes you apart sexually. NSFW

Andy Request- Andy has you cuffed and teasing. NSFW

It’s Not Your Fault- Andy Request. Andy is blaming himself middle of the night and that's how you find him on the kitchen floor, breaking down. 

Andy Request- You're having a hard time in general so Andy gives you TLC with bringing back a bit of the past. Soft and Fluffy

Andy Suggestion- You get teased at work, and cant let anyone know whats going on or who’s behind it all. 

Andy Untitled- I was in a mood. Smut. Thigh Riding and Cum eating. 

Remember When? - sensory prompt softness with Andy

Mad Andy Fucking You Request

Puncture (Mike Weiss) 

Love and Hate- 2.7k Mike Weiss x You. Another hotel, another fight, and another making up. Maybe you were just a much an addict as he was. It only seems okay, if you two are fighting with one another. Warnings- Drug Use and Fucking one another. Smut. Messed up and unhealthy relationships. Written for @donutloverxo​ @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ and @captain-a-rogerss​ 3rd-week challenge- song fics. The choice I used was Eminem (cause I love the bastard) and Rhianna’s, Love The Way You Lie. 

Back Tat- Short ask about Mikes back tattoo and what you would do about it. 

The Iceman (Robert Pronge DARK)

Daddy Can't Save You Now, Princess- 3.8k Robert x Y/N. Robert Pronge is a Hitman for hire, and his target, well it's you. He's supposed to kill you, dispose of the body, earn the payout. But he's got a better idea for you. Warnings- Non Con, triggers, abuse, language. Dark Fic

Street Kings- 

First Day- 1,7k Paul Diskant x Y/N. Pauls first day as a detective and you can't help but be nervous. Some smut. Soft. 

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

The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond- 

Don't Forget Those Diamonds Tonight- 2.2k Jimmy Dobyne x Fisher WIllows. Marriage is a matter of convenience more than anything. Jimmy though gets tired of Fisher’s better than thou attitude. Warning- Non Con, Dub Con Smut

NYE Blues-  1.5k You have to watch as your once sweetheart Jimmy Dobyne escorts Fisher Willow to her big New Years' Eve celebration. Their fates are sealed, meaning yours it too. With New Years just around the corner, you don't know if you can handle another reminder of what you will never have. No warnings, just angst. 

Fierce People-

Bryce Kiss Prompt- Bryce wants you to try something new, and your hesitant at first. 

Snippets- 

Several Chris Characters

Several Chris Characters- Smut

Several Chris Characters- Birthday Snippets

Several Chris Characters- Pet Names for Significant Others

Andy/Ransoms Orgasm Faces- NSFW

Several Chris Characters- Season Aesthetics 

[romancherry]

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗼𝗹. 𝗜𝗜

welcome to my 2nd masterlist! here i will post fanfictions regarding characters and people from outside the marvel fandom. please read my rules before you proceed reading, and note that my blog is restricted for minors. some of my works may contain dark themes such as murder, dub-con, violence, traumatic experiences etc. so please read the warnings carefully from each individual fic. your media consumption is your own choice— therefore if you find anything which troubles you, please stop reading and consider finding something else you’d probably like more.

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╰┈➤ about the blog (basic info, requests, important tags, rules)

╰┈➤ last update ➝ october 12, 2024

╰┈➤ the marvel cinematic universe masterlist

joel miller.

coming soon.

andy barber.

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

ari levinson.

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

ransom drysdale.

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

miscellaneous works.

          ╰┈➤ paul diskant.

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

          ╰┈➤ mr. freezy.

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

           ╰┈➤ mike weiss.

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

           ╰┈➤ bryce langley.

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

           ╰┈➤ sebastian stan.

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

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 7- Disco Do

Intro: Your wedding day finally arrives…

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Word Count: 9.3k (eek)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Yeah, this is basically a load of dirty Disco kinks rolled into one glorious smut fest, with a tiny bit of plot woven in. I’m not even sorry. Split over 2 parts as well as it was so damned long!

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist Part 6.2

A slow, lazy stretch moved through your body, like a cat waking from its nap. You sometimes wished you were a cat, envious of the way they could move and stretch their bodies with ease and comfort. Even the little amount you could stretch, filled your tired body with warmth and comfort.

You sat up in bed, your silk cami and shorts set smooth against your skin. You had a busy day ahead of you for today... today, you and Paul were finally taking your vows. It felt like an eternity to get to today. The time having passed with memories both good, bad and one or two ugly days, or weeks if you considered his shooting and road to recovery. But that was all in the past and what you had to look forward to was your future. Your future as Mrs. Y/N Diskant.

 As if his ears were burning, your phone pinged with a message. You reached for the bedside table and plucked it from the surface. A soft smile spread over your lips as you opened the message from Paul, and with a contented hum you replied:

 So far, it was perfect weather for a special day. Clear and crisp, with a high of 75, low breeze, nothing at all typical for a February day in California. You couldn't stop smiling as you stared out to your right, the ocean view across your balcony a beautiful sight at just after nine in the morning. 

 The Pacific Ocean brought a peace to you. The pier at which you spent so much time and built numerous memories with your soon to be husband just off to the right in the not so far distance to your suite. You thought of the numerous special dates the two of you had there, the days spent walking the shore, the cool ocean water running over your toes, the sand that would stick to your bodies and hair from the times you spent cuddling and kissing along the course earth. 

 There was a knock to the door of your room and then a shock of red hair appeared.

“Good morning!” Your childhood best friend and bridesmaid Natasha smiled at you, before the door opened wider to reveal your maid of honour, Rodriguez, also beaming. The two women were dressed in their pajamas, both sets made of shirts and camis, with the words bridesmaids tackily printed across the ass. Your wore your own matching bride set, a joke gift from them to you the night before as you’d settled into your suite for champagne, snacks and films.

 You grinned as they entered your room and both hopped onto your bed, settling down on the comfy, plush duvet.

 “Where’s Shaz?” You asked after Sharon, your other bridesmaid and former SWAT team member. 

 “Sleeping off the hangover, she drank way too much last night.” Natasha snorted.

 “Think she’s bothered about seeing Steve again, no matter what she says.” Ro smirked. 

 You rolled your eyes playfully. Sharon had dated Steve for a year or so, before they split up and she moved to Virginia after being recruited by the CIA. You knew she’d been devastated by the split, and hadn’t dated anyone seriously since. Steve on the other hand had moved onto Elphaba almost immediately

"I warned her," you sighed. "Damn do I hate that vicious green with envy bitch."

 “Fuck her.” Ro snorted.

 “I’ve still not forgiven her for implying my ass is fat.” You narrowed your eyes.

 “Panny, you hated her way before that.”

 “True but now I have a real reason when Paul tells me to let it go.” You shrugged.

 Natasha flung herself off the bed, "well, Elphabas aside, I'm ready for champagne!" She picked up the room phone, "who's ready for room service?"

 "Order the brunch spread, charge it to my room," a very hungover and slow moving Sharon said from the doorway, as she shuffled into the suite.

 “You look like shit.” You snorted. 

 "Thanks bitch, feel like it too," Sharon groaned.

 “You best pull it together.” You said, as Nat put the phone down and turned to you all with a grin.

 “Hair of the dog will level you up, Shazza. Champagne, brunch and orange juice ordered." 

 "Ugh, I don't think I've drank that much since your hen in Mexico," Sharon rolled onto your bed.

 "That was three weeks ago, what were you, a dry well since?" Ro poked at her.

 “She’s been a dry something.” Natasha quipped making you laugh loudly as Sharon flipped her off before collapsing face down.

 Before anyone could say anything else, you heard a key in the door to your room. All of you looked at one another and a few moments later, your mom whirled into the room. You quickly jumped out of bed and ran to her for a hug. 

“Hi Mom!” You beamed, your head resting on her shoulder. “How’s Daddy?" 

 "A royal mess, but your uncle has saved him and took him for a quick round of golf. He'll be better for a bit," she smiled.

 “I see you had no problem getting in?”

 “Nope.” Your mom stepped back. “To be honest, they didn’t even ask for ID when I said you’d left a key card for me. You should have words.”

 You snorted, “well who else would be trying to get access?”

 “Paul.” All three of your bridesmaids said in unison.

 You popped a shoulder with a laugh, "he's been under lock and key with Dottie since after rehearsal dinner, there's no way he'd make it this far without her realizing it."

  You blushed, "I can't wait to see him."

 You bit your lip, your thoughts straying to the journey you’d both been on to get here. Whilst in reality it had only been six or so months ago since you’d sat at the side of his bed, wondering whether he was going to live, it felt like a lifetime.

 After your little trip in November, the holidays sped by as you planned for today, rearranging designs and ideas, final fittings and adventuring off on your hen and his stag after the new year. Paul had settled back at work and that hadn't been an easy start. Nightmares plagued him the first few weeks before you'd finally convinced him he needed to go back to his therapist after a horrible reimagining of his shooting left you in his place and he yours. Paul waking you up with his scream of your name. 

It wasn't all bad, there were moments filled with joy and happiness but also frustration. You'd begun house hunting before Christmas and so far failed to find anything remotely in your budget or that was in the greatest of places. Just two weeks ago, the two of you had found a spectacular fixer upper but after a few days of negotiations, and number crunching, you'd realized it wasn't going to pan out. Secretly, you'd driven by it every day since finding it, whilst you and Paul had driven by together at various times to get a feel for the neighborhood and its activity. It was honestly the most perfect house, even showing your parents in the excitement of it. 

 “Earth to Y/N…” Rodriguez snapped her fingers in front of your face, jolting you back from your pondering and you shook yourself out of it, today was a happy day. Everything would work out for you both, one way or the other.

 "Sorry!" You smirked.

There was a knock at your door and Natasha stood, grinning. “That’ll be the champagne. I told them to send it up before the food."

"Oh good!" Sharon whined, "Hair of the dog time."

With a playful roll of your eyes you made your way into the living area of the suite ready to officially start your day. 

**********

 Paul was a bundle of jittery excitement, so much so he could barely sit still, nor sleep in. He woke up early and went for a run, he'd have hit the weights at the training gym but his mom had taken his keys after rehearsal dinner last night. So the run it was, leaving his best man Barnes, and his groomsmen Sam and Barton to sleep in.

Tony, Paul's childhood friend who'd flown in from out of country two nights ago, and the instigator of most of the booze provided last night, was sitting with Big Jim and Dottie over coffee as he'd come in, a sweating, red mess. 

"So he wakes and joins us all on this special day," Tony announced as if he were a court jester, the fake English accent to go with. 

“Fuck off, Sparky.” Paul rolled his eyes as he walked to the fridge for a bottle of water. “Been up for hours.”

Dottie laughed, "oh, honey, there's lots of time."

“This is why I wanted to get married at midday.” Paul grumbled. “I can’t wait until 3:30!”

“Erm, weren’t you the one that suggested a mid-afternoon one to allow for your ‘sore head’ which you were anticipating this morning?” Big Jim looked at him.

"Not the point, Dad," Paul groaned. "Signing our certificate last week was torture. I wanted to drag her through the Justice of the Peace right then." 

"Awe, isn't it cute, Paul's in love," Barnes teased as he appeared from inside the house.

“And you’ve only just noticed?” Tony arched his brow.

"Paul, why don't you go shower and I'll get breakfast going," Dottie offered. "That'll help pass the time. We'll leave here close to one to get there."

“One?” Tony frowned, “what the hell do we want to leave that early for?”

“Tony Stark stop winding him up! It's Los Angeles on a Saturday,” Dotty pointed at the man quickly, as Paul had just opened his mouth to quip back. “Paul, go. Shower.”

With a final, childlike groan, Paul left the kitchen and as he reached the top of the stairs he saw Barton emerging from the spare room he and Barnes had crashed in.

“Good morning Mr Y/L/N.” He quipped and Paul gave him a sarcastic laugh as he headed into the bathroom.

After a hot shower, Paul slipped into his jeans and a tee, foregoing a ball cap for the day and tredged downstairs, his nose following the sweet smell of his mom's cooking.

“Hey, man!” Wilson stood from his chair and pulled Paul into a bro hug, “how you doing?”

“Nervous as hell.” Barnes answered for him and Paul rolled his eyes.

"They have Valium for that," Tony chided.

“Errr, enough of that thank you!” Dottie glared at him. “Absolutely not!”

 "Yes ma'am," Tony sulked as he was being scolded.

"Now, eat up, the lot of you still need to shower. Jim and I have a room at the hotel for tonight, you'll get dressed in there." Dottie looked at the clock.

At that Paul perked up and he glanced at his mom who shook her head. 

“You’ll be under close guard, so don’t even think about sneaking off to try and see Y/N!”

"Not even a peek?" He smiled with a pinch measurement of his fingers.

 “Son, it’s bad luck to see your bride beforehand.” Big Jim chuckled.

 “If you ask me, Y/N already got all the bad luck marrying this dolt.” Tony pointed at Paul as he sat down.

 “Where’s your girlfriend, Sparky?” Paul bit back. “Oh yeah, you can’t find one willing to put up with your shit.”

 “Don’t want one.” Tony shrugged.

 "That explains so much," Dottie shook her head. "Your poor mother, no grandchildren."

 "That’s what Katie's for." Tony laughed.

 “How is your sister doing anyway?” Big Jim looked at Tony.

 “Married to some mechanic that she met when she was travelling.” Tony sniffed. “One adopted sorta step kid and one of their own on the way.”

 “I told you this.” Paul looked at his Dad who frowned.

 “Did you?”

 “Yeah!”

 “Huh.” Big Jim shrugged, before he chuckled. “Man, doesn’t seem five minutes since you were all running around outside.”

 “Yep, well, she’s all grown up. Perfect little villa, hallmark family in Pinellas.” Tony shrugged. “He’s a good guy, Frank. Mind you, Mom was convinced for years she was gonna end up with you.” He nodded to Paul, a smirk on his face.

 Paul choked on his coffee as Barnes looked at him, a shit eating grin spread across his face. “Oh no way…”

 “Shut up.” Paul snapped.

 “That’s THE Katie? The one who popped your cherry? You boned your friend's sister?” Barnes sniggered.

 "Didn't I just say shut up, Jimmy?" Paul glared. “Jesus man, my Mom is here!”

 "Like I didn't know," Dottie teased.

“It was ten years ago…”

 “And then you moved onto Tracy, was it?” Tony asked.

 “Tanya.” Jim corrected.

 “And goodness knows how many countless one nighters in between.” Dottie laughed and Paul groaned, his head dropping into his hands. “You must have thought I was stupid, all those times you came up with random names of so called friends who’s houses you were crashing at after a night on the town!”

 "Jesus, Mom. That was three girls. My number was small before Y/N. Now Barnes, let's talk about his number, what is it now buddy, three-forty-five?" 

 Barnes shrugged, “I stopped counting after three-thirty.”

 "Heathens, you boys are heathens." Dot sighed. 

 “Well, could be worse, you could be like Rogers.” Barton sniggered. “Dates the same girl for years, finishes it, then gets saddled with the wicked witch of the west.”

“Who was married at the time…” Sam added.

“Woah, hang on…” Big Jim held his hand up. “Karen was married?”

 Sam nodded. “They say nothing happened until he has finished with Sharon and Karen had separated from her husband but six months later they’re engaged? I call bullshit. Dirty bastard.”

 “Yeah, there was totally an overlap.” Paul shrugged. “That all happened way too fast.”

 “No wonder Y/N hates Karen so much. I’m surprised she gets in as well with Steve given all this.” Jim blinked and Paul shrugged.

 “Well, he’s her Captain. Don’t think she has much choice and in fairness, Sharon wasn’t completely faithful to him, was she Barnes?”

 At that Jimmy looked away and Big Jim groaned.

 “Jesus Christ…”

 “Sharon... Karen, hmmm that rhymes.” Tony quipped and sniggers rang round the table.

 “Sharon is such a lovely girl,” Dottie sighed, “And Steve, well, he always comes across as such a quiet, nice, respectable man. Clearly there’s more to them both, huh?”

 “Yeah well, Paul always came across as the opposite but look where we are!” Tony grinned, clapping his shoulder. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

 "You're such an asshole," Paul chuckled and shook his head.

 "On that note, you boys need to shower and get ready to go, we're leaving in two hours. Just enough time for us all to get cleaned up and packed up." Dot pushed the men along. 

 **********

As promised, Dottie and Jim had their son at Shutters on the Beach just after 1:30, hitting little to no traffic on their way. They collected their room keys and with the help of the groom’s party, all garment bags and luggage were carted in.

 Jim and Dot's room was on the second floor, overlooking the direction of the pier, a peaceful but bright view once the sun were to go down. Dot sorted the tuxes while Big Jim grabbed beers for all the guys to sip as they dressed. Guests were set to start arriving just before 3:00.

 Now that he was actually at the venue, Paul's excitement and nerves had hit an absolute peak. He knew that he would need to be down at the balcony in roughly an hour or so, ready to start welcoming the guests, but he couldn’t concentrate, not knowing he was in the same building as his soon to be bride.

Maybe, just maybe, he could slip out whilst no one was watching and head up? If he only spoke to you through the door, he wouldn’t see you, then there was no bad luck or breaking of tradition…

 Yep, that's what he was going to do, just very quietly sneak to the door and slip out. No one would....

"Son," Big Jim's hands clapped over Paul's shoulders, "come on. An hour is all that's left." He chuckled.

Paul groaned and pouted his way through the room. 

In time, Big Jim was dressed, his suit to match the groomsmen, as was Dottie, her dress an elegant cream colored gown with a shimmery bolero, allowing Paul and his groomsmen to get ready. While Tony wasn't a groomsman, he was Paul's childhood best friend and stuck out the day with his bud, getting ready himself there in the room. 

 Their suits were simple, all black with a white dress shirt, white pocket swatch with dusty pink boutonnières, skinny black ties and black dress shoes. All fitted to each man perfectly. 

 Paul, expectantly, was the first fully dressed and ready, his hands in his pockets as he stood out on the balcony of his parents room, looking around across the beach, the pier in his view. 

That pier, it held so much value to him. It's where you had their first date and many thereafter. It was where you took him in his darkest moment. It was where he first realized he was in love with you, but couldn't tell you for he was scared to. It was where, late one night, under its pillars, with great risk of getting into trouble, he brought you to bliss more than once, first with his hands, then his.... He smirked at the memory. 

He glanced down at his watch and saw the time. It was close, but not close enough. He sighed and headed back inside the cool room. 

 Jim studied his son for a moment before he grabbed two beers from the bucket and handed him one. “Come on, let’s take a walk.”

 Paul’s face split into a hopeful look and Jim shook his head. “And we’re going absolutely nowhere near the bridal suite.”

 "Damn it."

 "Dot, we'll be back," Jim called into his room before closing the door. "Paul, I'm really proud of you son."

Paul turned to look at his dad as they made their way down the corridor. “Thanks, Dad.”

Jim pushed open the door, which led to the stairs, knowing full well he wouldn’t stand still in an elevator. "You've set yourself up with a great life, and you've found a great girl that loves you so much."

“Yeah she’s…” Paul took a deep breath, “she’s far too good for me, I know. Barnes has already been joking about her ditching me at the alter when she realises she could do better.”

"Never gonna happen." Jim chuckled.

“I know,” Paul grinned as they reached the floor their wedding was to take place on, “I got no worries about that at all. Barnes is a dick.”

"And she's only got eyes for you."

They settled up to the bar and Big Jim ordered two scotches.

 "I'm nervous, Dad."

 “Really?” Jim replied, drily, “I’d never have guessed.”

 "I just want to do right by her. Make her happy. It's no secret that I see what you and Mom have and I can only hope to live up to half that with Y/N."

 “Son, you only saw the good bits of me and your mom. Lord knows we had our ups and downs, and some really tough times. All that stuff with Junior,” Jim sighed, “she thought I was far too hard on him, and maybe I was but… marriage, it ain’t easy. Loving each other isn’t enough. You’ve got to want to love each other, if that makes sense. You’ve got to really want to make it work, because the minute you lose that, then no matter how much you still care for one another, you might as well walk away.”

 Paul nodded, "Yeah, I get it." He sighed, there was one thing missing from today that he found himself desperately wishing he had. "You know, I wish he was here. He would have loved her."

 Jim chuckled, “yeah he would. Although they would have violently disagreed about his aversion to pickle on a burger.”

 Paul roared with laughter, "among other things." He finished off his beer just as the bartender arrived with their scotches.

 The bartender placed two tumblers of scotch in front of them and Jim dropped a twenty on the bar. "Cheers to you, son. I hope that you and Y/N have the best life you can offer each other and know that your mom and I will always be there for you both."

 Paul smiled. “Cheers, Dad. And for the record, despite what you just said, I think you and mom did a pretty good job overall. If me and Y/N are half as strong together as you are, we’ll be fine.”

 “Son, I’ve got absolutely no doubts you will be. The pair of you are made for each other.”

 They knocked back their glasses and embraced.

 "Now, let's get you married," Jim slapped him on the back.

"'Bout fucking time," Paul beamed.

**********

 You glanced at the time, there was fifteen minutes left before you were to be staged up for your walk down the aisle. The moment was finally here and you couldn't have been more excited. If you felt this tight flutter feeling in your stomach, you could only imagine how Paul had felt. 

 Today started your forever, and that was perfectly all right by you. 

 You parents were in the room with you; your dad dressed in his suit that looked just like Big Jim's, your mom in a champagne colored sequin square cut with capped sleeves, full length dress, and waiting for you just outside was your wedding party, your guests and your man. But a soft tug at your shoulder brought you face to face with your dad. 

 “Daddy...." you looked up at the man who you loved first. 

 He took in a slow breath, "you look so beautiful." His emotions were getting to him as his eyes pooled with tears. 

 "Dad, don't," you spluttered. "I'll mess my make up to hell."

 Your mom gently handed you a tissue, “I got plenty, don’t worry. And Ro has all the stuff to touch you up if we need to.”

 "Your mom and I couldn't be more proud of the daughter we've raised." Nick sniffled.

 “Dad…”

 “It’s true.” Maria sniffed a little. “Everything you’ve made for yourself…I’m not gonna lie, your job still scares me to half to death…” she smiled and you gave a splutter of a laugh, “we love you, our beautiful baby.”

 "I love you guys, so much," you now choked up. "Thank you for everything, always."

 There was a knock on your door and your mom went to answer. Your coordinator poked herself in and said, "You ready?" 

 “Never been more ready for anything in my life.” You whispered, nodding.

**********

 The time it took to get to this moment felt like an eternity. Years in the making, but worth every single bump in the road and wrong turn. From the moment you met to your adventures together, from the nightmare of the last year and most recently his subsequent nightmares and return to work, Paul had a lifelong partner through it all. 

Paul stood there among their murmuring guests, anxiously awaiting as he watched the wedding party come down the aisle. His parents and your mother had been down just before he and their officiant. His buddies were next, first Sam, as he escorted Sharon, then Barton as he hooked elbows with Natasha and finally came Barnes, with Rodriguez smiling next to him. The girls looked beautiful in their full length dusty rose colored satin dresses, each with their own necklines of their choosing, bouquets of white peonies and greenery. 

As his cousin's son and your cousin's daughter started their way down, bearing rings and rose petals, Paul glanced around at the beautiful designs that had been put together, the way the aisle was lined with pillar candles in lanterns, greenery separating the chairs from the white carpet rolled out. How the dusty pink and cream roses, white hydrangeas and white peonies smelled so aromatic among the scent of the crisp ocean waves as they were tucked and wrapped around the archway with more greenery. Even his dusty rose bud boutonnière emitted the faintest rose smell. 

 His eyes kept glancing towards the stairs where you would be coming from and back towards his best friend and groomsmen. They'd been through hell together, the lot of them, and he wouldn't have any other men by his side. Except for James, that was his missing piece. But he knew he was there with him. A special seat was carved out in the front row for him as well as his grandparents and yours. Three chairs on his side, two on yours, votive candles lit next to framed pictures of those who couldn't be with you today. A small scattering of greens and petals to give the memorials a bit of a pop. 

 Paul Diskant had never felt more at peace in his in than he did at that moment as a calm washed over him as the wedding march began. 

 His baby blue eyes saw the first glimpses of you as you had started descending the upper portion of the deck, your pretty face barely above the railing wall, your father walking with you on your left. Then as you turned to make that final descent, you took his breath away, literally. 

 His hand flew to his chest and his eyes brimmed with tears as the happiest grin spread over his lips.

Your stunning white dress looked soft as it hugged you in all his favorite places. Thin straps melted away into a deep v-neckline as the material fit your frame until it started to loosen at your thighs, flowing in a trumpet shape. Your hair was pinned back at the base of your neck with some pieces delicately framing your face and your eyes shined brightly behind soft romantic colors, your lips kissable and dusty pink like the flowers you carried.

 It was as if nothing else mattered around him, tunnel vision only trained on his Sugar. And the closer you got, the more emotional he felt. And when your eyes truly met his up close, he had to take a steadying breath just to take your hand as your mom and dad gave you away. 

 "You look so beautiful," he spluttered as you took his elbow. "I love you." 

 Tearfully, you looked at him and smiled, "I love you, too."

 And as the officiant recounted your love story for their guests, all he could do was look at you, and you him, pure love radiating from his soul into yours. He smiled so softly at you as your story reached the last six months and you grew deeply emotional about the incident, his hand coming up to brush away a falling tear. Your guests sighing at the affection. 

 "Paul and Y/N wanted to skip the traditional vows and write their own, so Paul, if you will."

 You turned away from your officiant and handed Rodriguez your bouquet, allowing Paul to get a great look at the back of your dress. A dramatic cowl back, scooping low as delicate buttons lined the center seam to just below your seat. He realized then, there was no possible way you had anything on under that wedding dress and if you did, it was thin as hell. 

As you turned back to Paul, taking both his hands in yours for your vow exchange, your eyes caught his flicking back up your body, your ears hearing "Oh Sugar," as he smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully as a few titters off laughter rose from those close enough to hear. 

 “Paul, for goodness sake.” Dottie sighed

 He popped a shoulder, "Sorry, Mom."

 He flashed you a single wink and you beamed back at him. He’d always been cheeky to a fault and it was one of the many things you adored about him. You squeezed his hands, pulling him back into your moment. He eyed the officiant who nodded back to him to get started. 

"Not many people get second chances in life. Six months ago, I wasn't expected to see another day. But I was given a second chance, and I've spent each waking moment of every day since, blessed to see your beautiful face every morning, grateful for every breath I take and thankful you still chose me to live forever with. I promise to always be there for you, for us, in all the good times and bad, the best days, the ugly days. I promise to squeeze the toothpaste the right way and to do the dishes each night. I promise to give you the same love I have for you each and every day, in any way I can. I promise to continue this and so much more, because it's you and me forever, beautiful."

 "Y/N..." the officiant smiled. 

 You let out a long breath, lightly licking your lips, "they say don't meet your heroes, because they never quite reach the pedestal you put them on. What they don't tell you is that when you do meet them, they can change your entire life. Today, I get to marry my hero. I'm marrying the man who sees me for me, flaws and all. I'm marrying the person who I aspire to be, who inspires me to give my best each and every day. Who makes me laugh and wipes my tears. Who understands coming home after a bad day on beat because he has them too. Who annoys the hell outta me but also breathes life into me. Today, I marry my best friend, my partner, the man I love above all else. Today, I become forever yours."

 Your eyes were already pooling with tears again as the emotion of your vows and hearing his was uncomfortable. A tear slipped down his face and you brushed it away, "I love you, Stud."

 He licked his lips and mouthed he loved you too. His voice not reaching his throat. 

 The officiant turned to Barnes and asked for the rings, to which he kneeled down as Paul's cousins little boy happily thrust the pillow at him. The crowd chuckled as Barnes took them and handed them to the officiant. 

 The exchange of rings happened with Paul declaring his further promises to you as he slipped your white gold raw diamond band over your finger to match your engagement ring. And as you beamed brightly, declaring the same promises as he did moments before, you slid his thick and wide brushed rhodium band over his knuckle and rubbed your thumb along it. 

 "That's all she wrote, folks. By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you to be Mr. and Mrs. Diskant." There was a steady and dramatic pause as you waited for the cue. You grinned at Paul who raised his brows, waiting for it. Then you both turned your heads to the officiant expectantly, "Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss your bride!" 

 Paul’s brow flicked up slightly as he reached out, both his hands curling over your hips. You couldn’t help the huge smile on your face as he pressed his lips to yours. Your palms rested on each of his cheeks as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. His arms slid round you and you heard him give a little groan as his large hands splayed over the bare skin of your back. But thankfully, no one else did as the entire group had erupted into cheers and applause.

You broke free from your steamy, vow-sealing kiss and giggled happily as you beamed at Paul. Ready to return down the aisle now as Mrs. Diskant, you turned to Ro and took back your bouquet.

 He took your left hand in his right as your exit song of choice struck up and with a deep breath you both took your first steps as a married couple. You beamed happily at everyone as you passed, smiling broadly at Steve as he flashed you a wink, even the sour faced bitch he was married to managed a half grimace.

 “Sugar, your ass looks great in that dress.” Paul spoke loudly, and you turned to look at him, knowing exactly why he had chosen that moment to say it. You blinked, before you burst out laughing as the pair of you continued your way to the steps you'd last walked down as an unmarried woman, but not before your photographer stopped the two of you for a playful kiss, your guests on their feet and the sun setting altar behind you. 

 "I fucking love you, baby," Paul grinned in a childlike manner as his forehead pressed to yours. 

 As your guests cleared the lower deck for cocktails and passed appetizers, you, your new husband and your wedding party took your photos. It was a time consuming process, making sure you collected the shots you wanted and your photographer getting creative. The two of you even headed into the sand for some important keepsake photos with the lit pier in the background, the place where your journey really began.

 Finally, while cocktail hour wound down and guests were escorted into the top deck, ocean view dining hall for dinner and dancing, with all the wedding amenities combined, you and Paul were giving some time alone together.

 “Let’s get a drink.” He whispered in your ear, hand planted at the base of your spine, “just the two of us.”

 "I'd love to."

 He gently guided you through the sand deck, both of you stepping out into the restaurant, which led to the quieter bar. He kissed you gently as you stepped up and waited for the bartender, a patron nearby congratulating you. The bartender placed two flutes of champagne in front of you, compliments of the house. 

 The pair of you took a moment to yourselves, both still not quite registering the fact that you had finally made it, after everything. By the time you had finished your drinks, twenty or so minutes has passed and you sighed. 

 “Is it wrong that I kinda just want to stay with you on our own for a bit longer?” You looked at Paul and he chuckled, shaking his head.

 “Nope, because frankly the only person I give a shit about being with right now is you, Mrs Disco.”

 “Mrs. Disco… I think I prefer that to Diskant.”

 "Me too," he smirked, stealing another kiss.

 “Sadly, we’re gonna hold that thought.” You sighed before you smiled, “come on Stud, time to party.”

 "Nope," he stood and yanked you from the bar.

 “Paul!” You stumbled a little as he tugged you behind him, “what are you doing?”

 You only had one floor to go up to greet your guests so where he was stealing you away to, you had no clue.

“We cannot be late for our own reception.” You arched your brow as he hit the pad at the side of the elevator, not even looking at the floor he had selected.

 “It’s our reception, yes we can.”

 You felt the elevator head down as his lips kissed over your jaw, nipping at that spot behind your left ear whilst his right hand slid down from you hip and over your shapely ass. 

 “Paul…”

 "Hmmmm," he hummed down your neck, his hand moving over your thigh, looking to hook your knee over his hip.

 “If you ruin this dress…”

 "You" a kiss to your shoulder, "have no idea," a nip to your collar bone, "what you're doing to me," he tried to get that knee, "fuck, Sugar."

 The crepe fabric moved easily once he tugged at the long train, pushing the material up your leg, the length of it still cascading down your thigh as his fingers curled around your ankle, pulling you close.

 The heel of your sandal pumps pressed into his lower back through his jacket as your right hand snaked up his chest and around his neck, your manicured nails scratching at the hairs at his nape.

 “Paul, just…”

 His lips on yours cut off your half-assed protests and you melted into him as his hand slid back up your leg, hooking your knee round his hip.

 Suddenly, as the elevator stopped on the basement floor, you felt it rise again. But you couldn't have cared less, your tongue was half down your husband's throat as his hand teased at your thigh.

 And with a ding, you broke apart, Barnes voice echoing inside the cube, "Fuck guys, just wait until we at least have dinner."

 You hastily straightened your dress as Paul smoothed down his jacket and shirt. 

 "Waiting on you two," Barnes joked.

 "Fuck off," Paul teased Barnes. 

 You made it to the dining room just as your names were being called, you catching your flowers as Rodriguez dropped them in your hand as you walked by.

 From there, the night whizzed by. One minute you were dancing to your first song, a beautifully soft rendition of Stand By Me, as dinner was starting to be served and then you were sitting down listening to toasts and roasts made by your dad, Barnes, Rodriguez and Tony. You kissed as silverware clinked against glass, you beamed as you and Paul stared so deeply into each other's eyes, the whole night just being about the two of you.

You had cake and you danced with your dad and Paul with Dottie. You tossed your flowers and Paul threw your garter, taking a spin with Barnes just after. Big Jim escorted you away as your mom stole Paul and eventually you worked the room in between as your feet got sore.

 You sat and talked with Sam and his wife, Amber, whilst Steve and Karen listened in. It didn’t escape your notice how Steve’s eyes more than occasionally strayed to Sharron, who was getting quite cozy to Barnes. It also didn’t pass Elphaba by either, her face seemingly perpetually arranged in an expression that made her appear she was eating a thistle.

 You felt that familiar touch to your skin as Paul came behind you, looking for your ear, "We’re wanted babe." He hiccuped and smiled, "Mom and Dad want to speak to us before we get too drunk." 

 You glanced up at him as you turned in your seat, "Which one?" 

 "All of em," he said with a tinge of pink to his nose and cheeks. 

 "Oh, okay," you smirked and with a shrug, excused yourself from their table.

 Paul took your hand in his and your made your way over to where your parents were sat with Jim and Dottie. "What’s up?”

 "We have something we want to give you before the moment loses itself," Dottie smiled.

 You and Paul exchanged a look as you both sat at the table. Jim slid an envelope over to you both.

 “That says my name on it… but it’s from all of us.”

 Now you were really confused.

 Paul slid a finger under the sealed tab and opened the envelope, pulling out a folded paper with a check. You watched him as his eyes scanned the printed text, his eyes welling quickly as he looked at both sets of your parents.

 You reached over for it and took it, your eyes flicking to the amount it was for and your hand flew to your mouth. “Holy shit.”

 "We wanted you guys to have that towards your down. We know how much you both love that house in Reseda, and we think it's the perfect starter home for you to build your family in." Your dad smiled softly as he took his wife's hand.

 “There’s a hundred grand here…” you whispered.

 “Yeah, fifty from each side.” Jim smiled. 

 “But you already helped us so much with all this…” you waved your hands around and your dad simply shrugged.

 “We want to see you enjoy your inheritances and make the most of it instead of simply getting it all when we die.”

 “Blunt as ever, Nick,” Paul sniffed and you spluttered.

 “Thank you all, so much.”

"The realtor is expecting your call on Monday, the sellers are in no rush. They know you're getting married today."

 You were lost for words, as was Paul. You could do nothing but gape at the check in your hand, and then at your parents. 

 Tearfully, you shook your head as it still was settling in. Then you looked at your husband, "We're buying a house!"

 “Yeah… and I’m gonna spend every weekend for the next year of my life doing it up.” He grinned. “I can’t wait!”

 "We're going to fix her up," you grinned.

 "You're getting a pool, baby," Paul kisses you tenderly.

 “A pool?” You looked at him, “where the hell are you gonna put a pool?”

 "That big dirt patch in the backyard, it's the perfect spot." He dreamed.

 “Looks like we started something…” Jim grinned. 

 "We sure did," Nick shook his hand.

 You jumped from your seats and exchanged tight, long hugs with all four of them before leaning into Paul as he tucked the check into his jacket pocket.

 "Uh, why don't you let your mother hold onto that, just for the weekend." Big Jim chuckled, pulling it from Paul's pocket.

“Yeah, erm… good idea.”

*****

 Before you knew it, your reception was near its end and as you finished another ladies room break, Rodriguez having to help you for the fifth time that night, you came out to find your husband, his father, your father, Barnes and Tony, sat around a table, their jackets gone and ties loosened, scotch tumblers in hand. 

 "Where's Nat?" You asked as you sat upon Paul's lap.

 "Oh she left, with Barton, about twenty minutes ago." He sniggered.

 “No way.” You scoffed. “I didn’t have him down as her type.”

 "If anything, I figured at least Banner from CSI would have snuck in there." Paul chuckled, his hand coming from resting across your ass to ghosting up and down your bare back.

 It was then that Sharon closed the space between her and Bucky, slipping her key card into his jacket pocket. You just looked at her as she winked back at you and shook your head, rolling your eyes. 

Paul’s hand gently curled around the back of your neck and you turned your attention to him. “Can we leave our party now, babe?”

"I don't know, can we?" 

 “Well… more or less everyone else has gone.”

 "I think it's safe to say you're free to go," Rodriguez smirked, looking around at the place. Most of the guests were gone, your parents were loading up the gifts to store in the car overnight and all that remained were the boozers hanging around the bar.

 “Don’t need to tell me twice.” Paul stood up quickly with you in his arms, causing you to shriek as you quickly clung to his neck. 

 Paul titled his head up and kissed your lips as you bent down to meet him half way, "what do you say, Mrs. Disco?"

 “Let’s go, Stud.”

 You slipped out of his arms and made quick rounds of goodbyes to your group of friends, smacking a sweet kiss to Barnes' cheek as you left them. The two of you caught your parents before you went up, thanking them immensely for their contributions to your special day and your future. The truth of it was, you couldn't express that enough. You made your way to the elevator, thanking the various members of staff that were still bustling around and collecting glasses.

 And then it was just the two of you, officially husband and wife, your tired feet barefoot as you waited for the lift, your hands wrapped around Paul's left hand and wrist. In his right he carried your shoes, the sling back straps hooked to his fingers.  It was something he had done many a time for you after a night out, ended up with your shoes in his hand but tonight, it felt different. And you knew why.

 Because of those bands on your fingers.

 You gently raised Paul’s hand to your lips and pressed a kiss over his ring.

 The lift arrived and you went up, the second floor, and out the hall to your left, teetering as you walked hand in hand, your head resting against Paul's bicep. When you arrived at your beachfront suite, you let Paul open the door but before you could step inside, he quickly grabbed you, hoisting you in his arms and carrying you through the threshold, your giggling muted by his lips on yours.

 You heard your shoes drop to the hard wood floor of your suite as you were carried inside. You giggled again against Paul's lips as he opened his eyes to see where he was going. He hadn't been in to see the space yet and found himself a bit confused as to where to go. But he managed and found his way, slipping through the parlor, his forehead against yours, as you made it into your room.

 The sky was dark as he nestled you down to the floor, your bare feet touching the rug beneath you. The moon over the water sent a blue glow through your room.

 “Now, Mrs Diskant…” his hands smoothed up your back, his lips nipping at yours. “What are we gonna do?”

 "You're gonna dick me down, Mr. Diskant," you said softly, but lowly. A rasp to your voice.

 He groaned, kissing you deeply before his mouth moved to that spot beneath your ear. “Turn round, baby.”

You slowly turned and as you did, you pulled the pins from your hair, feeling his lips against your shoulders and down your spine. A shuffle of fabric was heard as you realized he'd stripped of his jacket and tossed it across the bed.

You shuddered as his fingers delicately brushed up and down your spine, his touch barely there, but you felt everything. It hitched your breath as he went, his lips reached that cowl of your dress and you felt his hands run over your ass. You looked down over your shoulder, finding him on his knees, staring at the buttons on your seam.

He reached up and pooped the first one, then the second and frowned. “What… why isnt…”

“It’s a zip.” You chuckled. “There’s a zip under the buttons.”

 "Oh fuck," he chuckled lowly. Deftly, he found the miniature zip and pulled the piece down the teeth, the dress loosening from your hips, answering the question he'd had on his mind since you walked down the aisle. No, you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

 “Baaabe.” He whined as he stood up, his fingers sliding along the straps, which sat on your shoulders. He hooked a fingertip under each, locking it down with his knuckles and pulled, the white crepe fabric peeling away from your skin like clouds thinning in the sky, giving way to your naked body.

“Oh, Sugar…” Paul’s voice was thick as he swallowed, his hands creeping round the front of your body. His hands flattened against your stomach as he pulled you towards him, your bare back pressing into the fabric of his shirt. 

"All yours, Stud," as you reached your left arm back, leaning into your right side, titling your head to kiss him as you ran your fingers over that scar just sitting under his loose collar and tie, to behind his neck. He let out a soft moan into your mouth and spun you round to face him, his lips urgently caressing your own.

From then on it was a scramble between the pair of you to get him out of his clothes as fast as you could.

His built frame, back to what it was before the shooting, backed you into the edge of the bed and swallowed you up as he caged you in, your back led against the duvet. He stood, his feet planted in the rug as his fists held his body bent at the hips above you. His lips covered yours in a filthy heated kiss, his tongue a welcomed weight in your mouth. 

“Get comfy, Sugar…” he whispered against your lips, “coz you ain’t going anywhere for a while.”

The flutter that sent through your body was electrifying and you whimpered.

Paul chuckled and moved back to allow you to shuffle up the bed and settle yourself against the pillows. You were sure he could feel your wet heat against the head of his cock as he caged you in. Your teasing through the night and flirtatious behavior had you already soaked before he took your dress off, and now, you were near dripping.

Shuffling over you, Paul pressed his lips to yours, before he moved his mouth to your jawline, down your neck, leaving soft, hot kisses on your skin as he went. You again whimpered and moaned as your body ignited in sensory overload from his touch.

His lips continued downwards, his tongue dipping into the hollow of your throat before his affections turned to your collarbone. With a gentle shift of his body, he went even lower still, his hands sliding along your ribcage before he cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. At that, you gave a slightly louder groan, your body arching into his touch.

Knowing he liked the way you sounded, he did the same thing again just so you'd moan louder and you did, this time as you arched your knees coming up against his hips. With his right hand he traced down your bent left leg, the pads of his fingers skating the outside of your thigh as his mouth gently teased at your right breast.

Your nails bit into his neck as they scratched at his spot, a shudder rolling through him as you felt goose flesh appear across his skin. He trailed his hand across your belly, and then your soft whimpers became a harsh gasp as his fingers skimmed your mound, which was hairless thanks to your dress. Paul let out a groan as he felt the smooth skin, which vibrated against your already sensitive nipple.

You were almost ready to blow simply from the build-up he was putting you through so when you felt his fingers enter you, curling softly against your insides, you felt your walls flutter. Paul let out a pleased chuckle as he felt that flutter, his fingers continuing in that hooked, soft thrusting. "So wet, baby," he kissed against your breast.

Your pelvis began to move in time with the rhythm of his hand, seeking out more and more as you felt that warmth pooling in the pit of your belly and thighs. Paul let out a groan of his own, moving his hand so the heel of his palm brushed against your clit. And with a nip to your other breast as he pushed against your clit, you were gone, your walls squeezing around his fingers as you ground out an "Oh fuck" in a pitch you didn't recall you could.

His hand continued to coax you through your high as you fell, blood pounding in your ears. When your tremors of pleasure subsided, you heard Paul’s deep timbre.

“Good, baby?”

You managed some kind of garbled response as you turned your head, locking your lips with his once more, in a searing kiss. Your hand slid between you and you wrapped your hand around his rock hard cock. Paul jolted a little as you gave a squeeze and a flick of your wrist, his head falling back in pleasure as he held himself over you.

“Need you.” His voice was low with desire as he pressed his lips back to your neck, nipping at the spot beneath your ear. “Want you.”

You lined him up, dragging his tip over your sensitive slit, a tickle to your clit as you dragged him back to your waiting hole. With a shallow tilt of his hips, his shaft slipped away from your hand as it disappeared inside you. A shaky sigh and a moan escaped you both as he fully seated himself, stretching you in the best, possible way, the way he always did.

Your hands gently slid down over his back, feeling the expanse of muscle, which twitched under your fingertips as he moved, slowly, deeply. He wasn't thrusting, he was rolling with each pass of his hips, carrying his weight above you as he loved on you. His lips were all about yours, dipping his tongue languidly between your lips. Soon, as your second orgasm flooded through you, he dropped to his forearms, his elbows now bearing his weight as his big, strong hands cradled your face, his fingers carding through your hair.

And he wasn’t done there. He was fully intending on taking you apart piece by piece, and soon enough, you could feel that heat in your belly again.

His kiss ran along your jaw and to your ear, "gimme one more, Sugar. Come on baby, just one more."

Your hands dug into the skin of his shoulder blades and he moved, grabbing your wrists and pulling them round so he could lace his fingers between yours. The feel of his wedding band against your skin as your fingers slid together had you moaning as he pinned your hands either side of your head. He picked up his pace slightly, eyes locked onto yours, and you felt yourself tightening around him for the third time.

"Oh my God," you keened, your body again pulling away from the mattress your hips rolling upward towards his, the small of your back arching away from the bed as your shoulders pressed against it.

"I gotta...." his voice was strained and you knew he was so very close.

"Yeah," you panted against his ear.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, his hips moving faster now, rutting into you with an air of needy, desperate desire as he chased his own ends.

His hands tightened around yours as he came, a pattern of a moan and an "oh fuck" falling from his pouty lips as he filled you, his warmth coating your insides as you felt each deep pulse of his cock.

He kissed you long and slow as he came down, his hips stuttering, his heavy breath against your skin from his nose. He then pressed his face into your neck, his breathing deep, chest heaving. After a few seconds you felt him place another soft kiss to your pulse point, before he pulled back slightly, releasing your hands as you flexed your fingers, knowing full well what you wanted. 

With a smile, your fingers threaded through his hair, scratching softly at the nape of his neck, moving over to his scar. His eyes closed, and the pair of you lay in silence, completely blissed out and relaxed, hearing only each other’s gradually steadying breaths, which mingled with the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore. 

***** Part 8

[cherry-gemz]

10-42

Last of my Steve Rogers’ birthday bingo challenge prompt! Thanks to @the-ce-horniest-book-club for hosting a fun monthly event!

Pairing: Det Paul Diskant x You

Warnings: PG, mention of death, gun, movie!spoilers

Word Count: 504

Prompt: “Is that what just happened?”

A/N: Popped my Diskant 🍒! Kinda spoilers? Okay there are. So if you haven’t watched Street Kings with my other husband, Keanu, then you’ve been warned. How I wish it would have ended.

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“Paul!” You shout as you sit up in a cold sweat in bed. Your chest feels heavy and your heart dropped to your stomach. The very hint of dawn peeks through the bedroom window and Paul grumbles as he tries to gain focus of the situation.

“What, baby? What is it?” He rubs his eyes and checks for his glock which is on the nightstand. You start to tear up and breathe heavily.

“Paul…” you cry as he turns on the lamp on the nightstand and hugs you in aid.

“What’s the matter?”

“I had a bad dream,” you reply and clutch his arms as he moves closer to you in the bed.

“Oh, that’s it?” He sighs and rests his head against the bed frame.

You turn to him in anger, “That’s it? You were killed, Diskant. In cold blood.”

“Is that what just happened?”

You slap him away, but he grabs you tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he replied and kissed your shoulder.

“It felt so real…”

“Yeah? Want to tell me more?”

“I dunno…you were just talking to some guys. I saw a fish tank…you seemed to have known them.”

“Fish tank, huh?” He says as he peers over to his cell, 4:56am. He’d have to be up in a few hours to the office. He hadn’t told you how he was working with Tom Ludlow and how there was a break in the Washington case. That he’d be going undercover tonight, posed as some dirty cops to find more intel of the coverup.

“Don’t change the subject, Paul,” you pleaded and looked into his blue eyes. “Don’t go to work.”

“Aw, baby. That was just a silly dream.”

“I know, but I have a bad feeling. Please don’t go. Stay with me, I’ll take the day off, too.”

He tsked at your request, he knew he’d had to go in. What could he say to the Chief. That his fiancée had a premonition that he was going to die, so he was gonna call out? The guys would laugh at him for a month. He also knew he couldn’t fully trust Ludlow, and he needed to be there in case things went awol.

“Disco,” you said firmly. You never used his nickname. It was a moniker the guys gave him and you thought it was dumb. But you had to get his attention, something in your gut didn’t sit right.

“Babe,” he said as he rolled his eyes.

“I mean it. Don’t go. Please?”

He thought your dream was silly. That it didn’t mean anything, that he was always careful. Being on the LAPD meant to always be on standby. He couldn’t just leave Ludlow hanging. He grumbled, but knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it with you if he went in.

“Paul, please. I don’t want to hear a 10-42,” you asked again. Knowing how much you hated hearing your fellow dispatchers call out that ten code when an officer had been killed.

“Y/N…”

You squeezed him harder, “I’m not gonna let you go. I’m going to handcuff you to the bed if I have to.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead, “Promise?”

“Whatever it takes,” you reply and give him a hard kiss on the lips.

“Okay, I’ll call in. I’m serious about those handcuffs,” he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

“Sure thing, Officer. Just hold me right now so I can fall back to sleep. And you better not sneak off.”

“10-4.”

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic/series: I Am the Law

Pairing: Paul Diskant x female reader x Brian Gamble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Next!"

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

"Next!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you Sergeant."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n snickered at Diskant's backlash.

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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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Open Your Heart, Part 2

Summary:  Life with Paul, he’s just the sweetest

Pairings:  Paul Diskant X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, fainting, life with a heart pump, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.6K

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Removing your batteries, you put them on the charger, plugging yourself into the night time machine, when Paul walks in the bedroom, “Don’t give me that look,” you tell him.

“I didn’t say anything,” he smirks, walking closer to you. “You look beautiful,” you roll your eyes at him, and he pulls you closer. His hand runs down your side, and he starts a steady rocking of your bodies.

“Do you doubt me?” he asks, leaning forward, pressing open mouth kisses on your skin.

“No, just sometimes I don’t feel it.”

“This was part of our vows. I’m not leaving you because we have an obstacle, you can live a relatively normal life,” you shush him, laying your head on his chest to hear his steady beating heart. “Blossom…”

“Shh, I like hearing normal,” he holds you close to his chest, gently kissing over your head. Leaning back you gaze at one of the most handsome people you’ve ever seen. “Thank you.”

“You think I’m actually going to leave? We’ve got you on the transplant list.”

“If we find one soon enough,” you try not to cry. But the thoughts of you leaving Paul behind, when you’d barely got to experience life together hurts.  He didn’t deserve to become a widow so young.

“Or maybe the county hospital can figure out…a way or something,” you sigh, pulling him back close to you. “There’s got to be something that they can do. You plugged in?” laughter is the only way to deal with this.  And he knows that sometimes the lighthearted approach is what makes you feel best.

“Because,” he starts picking you up, “the doctor said in order for you to strengthen your heart, you needed lots of sex.”

“That’s not what they said,” you laugh at him, but he nods excitedly. “No, they said cardio.”

“Exactly, your husband wants you to ride him. It’s the least I can do to make sure you get your cardio in. Plus, you said missionary makes you uncomfortable, you’re afraid I’ll tear your hose out,” he carefully sets you back down, patting over said hose, “I’m only doing what I can to help, Blossom.”

Undressing isn’t quite as sexy as it used to be, but still when you’re left with nothing but your panties on, it does the trick. He backs the two of you back onto the bed, and you let him shimmy out of his boxers before sliding back on the bed. “Go on, no need to put on a show for me. Just come here.”

You wiggle out of your panties, and crawl up towards him. Straddling his legs, you let Paul rub his tip through your folds. Grabbing your hip to push you down until your balls deep. Paul pushes himself off the bed, and starts fondling your tits.

Leaning a bit, kitten licking at your bud, and you roll your hips one time, “Keep going. I want to hear you become a whimpering mess.”

His mouth fully engulfs your breast, and you start a steady rocking over him. Your fingers run up and down his spine, and you get completely lost in the feeling of your husband. This was always the best, learning each other in different ways.

You thought he had made the ultimate sacrifice by him staying with you, but it was you who made the ultimate sacrifice, for not giving up.

The way he gazes at you while you work yourself over him, it’s true unadulterated love. Every sound that squeaks out of your mouth, because he just feels so good seated inside of you. While this isn’t how you thought your life would go, you’re so happy he’s in it with you.

He whispers your name, and you grind down harder on him. In these moments forgetting about the heart pump, and it’s just the two of you. Wrapping your arms tight around Paul, you hold him closer, and he brings his lips to yours. You made him weak, and he made you stronger.

Stuttering your movements but he gives you a swat to your ass, “You gotta get in your cardio,” he moans out when your walls flutter around him. “I’m only looking out for you.”

You giggle on him, but quickly succumb to your orgasm. Your walls clench down tight around him, and he lets go, knowing you got off. Resting your head on his shoulder, you pepper kisses on his skin. Paul holds you tight, scared that his days with you are numbered. “I love you Paul. I’m sorry about this.”

“I love you, but this isn’t your fault. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Paul gives you the sweetest kisses in the morning before he leaves. Everything is always giggly with him, he was what kept you sane. “So, the sheriff is wondering if his wife could come over,” you snarl your lip up at him, but he just gives you another smiling peck.

“She wants to bring us a cake or pie or something. Just go with it. He means well. He didn’t have to give me paid leave.”

“No, I know. I’ll be nice.”

With a final goodbye, he heads into work. Ready to get the day started, but Lee pulls him into the office as soon as he walks in. “So Diskant, you didn’t tell me your wife was deathly ill.”

“It’s not something I parade around, and it’s not exactly like that,” Lee raises up his eyebrow, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. “For the most part, she’s normal. The heart pump takes care of everything. The problem is the bacteria did a number on her heart, and the pump isn’t enough. Ideally we’re hoping for another year. It could be as short as five months before,” he shakes his head, trying to get himself out of that mind frame. Paul hates listening to the possibilities with your life. Hates that he may only have months left.

“That’s why we moved here. Meade has a great cardiac unit. Heart transplants are difficult because you can’t have a live donor. Someone has to die and be a match. We’re just doing what we can.”

“What caused the bacteria?” Paul shrugs, his eyes looking at Lee’s door. He didn’t talk about this with people. It was too upsetting. “Maybe I could put in a good word, or I don’t know. You tell me what we need to do, we’ll get it done,” Paul nods his head, and turns to leave.

“We’ll get it done,” Lee whispers mostly to himself. Tapping his fingers together, he needs to research how to determine how a heart was a good match. He’ll get you what you need. No matter what.

“Your home is precious,” Judith says with a smile. Her red velvet cake now pretty and on display on the counter. You’re unsure if her words are sincere or condescending. But you smile anyways. New people make you nervous. Especially in your home.

“How long have you and Paul been married?”

“Five. Together eight. He’s great. Red velvet is one of his favorites,” you see her eyes lingering on your battery pack, and you turn to grab some lemonade. “Thirsty?” you ask quickly. Pausing to look at your medicine, unable to remember if you took it. But something felt off. An odd dizzy feeling bursts in your brain, and you struggle to take a deep breath.

“Honey, you okay?”

“Check and see if Wednesday is gone,” you sit the pitcher down, pointing at the case. Heavily blinking your eyes. Not again.

“Yeah,” she says quickly when you stumble.

“Paul. I need Paul,” Judith lets out a scream when you fall to the floor. Quickly grabbing up her phone to call Lee.

“Is Diskant there?”

“Yeah? What happened?”

“Oh god, Lee, she passed out.”

You drink a glass of water, staring at Paul, “You’ve got to be taken off that medicine. They can’t get the dosage right, and you’re either lethargic or passing out. One of these days you’re going to get really hurt. We’re not doing this.”

“It’s blood pressure medicine, Paul.”

“They can give you another. That’s twice this month that you’ve passed out. And there’s no pattern as to why it’s happening,” you smile up at him. “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Don’t bother taking her blood pressure,” he tells the paramedic, and she stands staring at him confused. “It won’t register with the LVAD. We’ll make an appointment with her doctor though. Lee, thank you for this.”

“Don’t think anything of it. You just take some time off to take care of this little darling,” Judith cuts her eyes over at Lee. She typically was the only person that Lee called little darling. “I hope you get to feeling better, Mrs. Diskant.”

She knows Lee will try to explain it away, but he winked at you. Instead of being delighted, you recoil into Paul, and hide your face from Lee. “Well, alright then, me and the Mrs. are gonna head home. Let me know if you two need anything. Anything at all.”

Judith makes a note to ask Lee about this. He was a notorious flirt, but even he was being blatantly obvious. And in front of your husband, and his wife. She gets an uneasy feeling about this. Sure, their relationship was on the rocks. But this was different. Lee had that determined look in his eyes. He found another damsel in distress.

But one that didn’t need him to save her. You seemed very comfortable and in love with your husband. So what was Lee’s deal? Even if she asked, he’d lie like he always does.  You seemed to be the one that wasn’t falling for his charm.

She gets in her car, and Lee grabs ahold of the door, “I think we should do a fundraiser for them. Maybe like a county potluck or something,” she doesn’t have to dig too deep. Lee was obvious about what he wanted. And right now, he wanted you.

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Open Your Heart, Part 1

Summary:  You meet the honorable Sheriff Bodecker, and now he needs you in his life

Pairings:  Paul Diskant X Reader, Lee Bodecker X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.1K

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Sleepily you blink your eyes open, obnoxious whirring and beeping from the machines you’re hooked up to, annoyed that this happened again. You were supposed to have a simple and easy life, and one year into your marriage, and it was anything but that.

You were told that your heart could possibly survive the beating it’s taken. Then were told that the heart pump would lengthen your life. You weren’t expecting the LVAD pump to revolve around everything in your life. It was embarrassing to have to carry the thing that was literally keeping you alive. You hated it.

Paul was a godsend. He was patient, cheery when you didn’t have an ounce of energy to smile. Moving here had been hard on him, too. He didn’t expect this life either. You were supposed to be planning your future, instead you were praying for a transplant. The pump wasn’t doing what the doctors had hoped it would.

Looking to the side, you spot his note, sloppy handwriting and all. The two of you couldn’t afford for him to miss work. And his new boss didn’t mind working him. You tried to work from home when you could. Any little bit of cash helped, but the hospital or your therapist was where you constantly were.

Paul was always short and to the point, “I’ll miss you, but will come back during any break and when I’m off. You look beautiful today.”

Positive affirmations was Paul’s thing, and you adored him for it. Eyes looking around the room, more like your prison, you grab up the book he brought in for you. Reading was your only escape from this life, and you wished it wasn’t. Wished you hadn’t had to move so far away to bum fuck Egypt, only because it had a good cardiac hospital.

You sigh, starting the first chapter. Thankfully this had a love interest. And it was always Paul that you envisioned. Wishing that that the two of you had those fairy tale endings like in the books. If only.

Lee removes his campaign hat, smiling at all the staff at the main entrance. He always makes a stop at the hospital. In his mind, election was always around the corner, and he wanted to make sure that everyone knew what a good and caring sheriff he was.

He was only slightly smug that he had gotten a few dates with these visits. A damsel in distress seeing the powerful sheriff, always made them flock to him for his kindness, and he wasn’t one to say no.

He had met his own wife life this. And what a disaster that is. She was still needy, and still needed his constant attention, but not in the way he wanted. She had went back to work as realtor, and now she could be independent. She also made more money than him. It annoyed the hell out the ‘honorable’ Lee Bodecker, but he didn’t know how to get rid of her. Not with election two years away.

He wipes his brows, and walks down the long hallways. Looking into each room to see if anyone is awake, when he sees you. Nose buried in a book with a wistful smile, your fingers toying with a hose that he assumes was hooked to a machine. Following it with his eyes to figure out what you’re needing, when he sees the smaller machine beside your bed. You looked like someone who was constantly in need of a big strong man.

He can’t help but to gaze at your beauty. Your soft features. The way you softly hold the book, and your lips pucker out. The way that your eyes flick around the page reading your little love story. You had captivated him immediately like no other woman had. And he needs to hear your melodic voice now. He needs to know more.

Pulling up his pants, and sucking in his belly, he walks in. You finish the sentence you’re on, before looking up at him, “Oh, I’m sorry,” you look at his badge, and begin to get nervous, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine. I was just coming to talk a bit.”

“Sheriff, I’m sorry. Is this a personal matter?”

“No, it’s casual. I make my rounds through the hospital from time to time. What cha got there?” he points at your personal machine, and your eyes focus on the book in your lap. “Did I offend you little darlin’? I didn’t mean to. Just curious.”

“It’s my heart pump. If I’m stationary, I’m hooked to. When I’m mobile, it’s that,” you point over to the battery pack on the chair. “We’re hoping for a transplant. The pump is failing.”

“Well, that’s no good. Ya know, I do try to help the patients out a lot here. Maybe I can help?”

“Thanks, but heart transplants…they’re difficult. You kinda have to have someone die. And then it needs to be a match,” you shrug your shoulders, averting your gaze from the man. “I wish it were simple, Sheriff.”

Oh no. He liked that too much, “Please, call me Lee,” you can call him sheriff later.

“Mrs. Diskant?” a nurse stands in your doorway, refusing to look at Lee. She knows his game. Knows the desperation he desires to be needed. “Your husband will be here in just a moment to take you home.”

“Husband?” Lee whispers. He knows he should walk away. But, he was always a fan of a little challenge. But that name. It’s an odd one, and one he’s only heard once. “Diskant? You’re Paul’s ole lady?”

“Uh, yeah, his wife,” you smile thinking about how wonderful Paul was for sticking with you. “Listen, I appreciate the extra hours you’ve given him. It’s really helping with, uh,” you gesture around the room. Book mark in your book, as you get up to attach yourself to the batteries instead of your device.

“It’s not a problem. Paul’s a good deputy. Always ready to get in there. He’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie though.”

“I know. That’s how we met. Paul!” your eyes go to the doorway as you see your smiling handsome husband. He was your reason to continue to hope for something better for your heart. While he joked that he was the reason you were like this. Claiming he had stolen your heart, and he wasn’t sure how to fix it again. Silly, beautiful man.

“Sheriff?” he nods at his superior. “I clocked out. I just got a call it was time for her to come home. I’m gonna get her situated at home, and I’ll be back.”

“Go on,” he slings his hand to the side. “Take the rest of the day off,” before either of you can protest, “Paid for your hours Diskant. You’re pretty little wife needs you at home.”

That’s what he’ll do. Befriend Paul, and be able to get closer to you. Let the two of you trust him. Now he’s got a few obstacles. Get rid of Evelyn somehow. Find you a heart. And Paul has to go. This really was a challenge. And one he was happily ready to accept.

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Open Your Heart, Part 3

Summary:  you and Paul open up.

Pairings:  Paul Diskant X Reader. Lee Bodecker X Paul Diskant

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, therapy and sessions in therapy, depression, sad Paul, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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“Mrs. Diskant,” your eyes drift up from your lap, while your therapist gives you a warm smile, “You don’t usually come in so annoyed.”

She always had this ability to call you out on your feelings. You cross your arms, settling back into the couch. It wasn’t going to be that easy to get you to talk.

“Your husband said you fainted,” you blow a puff of air, and roll your eyes. “Is Paul wrong?”

“Nope.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Someone new was there. I could see her eyes on my…disability. I don’t like new people.”

She lays down her notepad, smiling again, before standing up, “Coffee?” You answer with a yes, and she begins making you a cup. You always like to judge people’s behavior towards you by how they made your cup. Dr. Maximoff always seemed to get just how much sugar you needed at that time.

“You need to meet new people. You’re in a new town.”

“They stare.”

“Educate them. Your pump isn’t a death sentence.”

“No, but the damage to my heart is,” she nods, handing you the cup, and you blow on the little opening a moment. Staring at nothing in particular. Just thinking.

“How is your sex life?”

You scoff. This isn’t a normal ask, but you get exactly why she’s doing it. “If it’s that bad, I did offer you some tools on good positions for the battery.”

“Our sex life is fine.”

“And you’re sure?”

“I know why you’re asking this,” she smiles over her mug, waiting for you to tell her why she was asking. She knew all she had to do was get you a bit irritated, and you let your frustrations out quickly.

“You’re asking because Paul is the only reason I wake up. I haven’t allowed myself to dwell on my thoughts, because of my husband.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He’s my reason. The only reason I fight. The only reason that I continue on this impossible journey. The reason I don’t mention how scared I am to leave him. It’s inevitable. Five months is their guess. Five months before my body starts shutting down. And if I lose my reason and want to wake up, I’ve lost my fight. This…seventy percent of this is me having a reason to fight. It’s all a mental mind game. I lose that, my mental health declines, my body declines. And I leave Paul. And I can’t do that to him.”

Your eyes drift out to the window, remembering your wedding day. You couldn’t see any other person in that room but Paul. He was your everything. The reason to live, and continue fighting.

“It’s not fair,” you grouse. Gulping down some of the bitter brew. It was creamier than usual. She needed to soften you. “We had these big dreams once upon a time. We had this beautiful plan. We’d be married for two years, just us. And then we’d try having a baby. None of that planning, but just having fun. If it happens, it happens, you know?”

She gives you a nod, letting you completely take over the session. You needed this venting time. You would never mention any of this to Paul. He was too good to be burdened with your worries.

“We reached it. We had fun unprotected sex, and it was beautiful. And then, our world changed. He had to look at me in a hospital bed, almost dead, and fighting to come back to him, only to realize my heart was weak. I woke up with this thing in my chest. And Paul was so sweet. So understanding. Held my hands while he led me around our house. No kids. It’s not for us anymore. No future, because I will die.”

“Everyone dies. That doesn’t mean your future is gone. That means you seize each day, and treat it as your last. Fill it with good people. Love through your heartaches.”

“Every second is a heartache for me. My blood pressure is so faint it can’t be read. If the brakes are slammed, I feel my pump move around. The thing I hate the most is the very thing that’s giving me all these extra days with a man who deserves a wife who can give him kids. And I will leave him. And then what? Does he move on? Does he find someone better? Someone who can make all his dreams come true? He deserves all of that.”

“So do you,” you look down to your lap, shaking your head, “There’s always adoption.”

“I’m dying. We Adopt, which we can’t afford. I die, and leave behind my husband and a child that I chose to bring into this mess. How selfish do you think I am? I’m doing what you asked. I write down all the little things I’m grateful for. But, my biggest thing I’m thankful for is him. But, I’m scared for him. I don’t want to lose him, and I know he doesn’t want to lose me, and he will.”

Her hands fold into her lap, and she leans forward. Smiling at you, while you sniffle, and wipe away tears, “it’s okay to feel this way. It’s okay to question and have doubts about your health, you’ve been dealt a bad hand. But you have the best support system in Paul. That man would move mountains for you if it were possible.”

“I know,” you sob, grabbing a tissue to wipe at your tears, “And that’s why saying goodbye is going to be harder than living with this.”

“Diskant,” Lee yells out of his office as Paul walks by. Paul taps his paperwork in his hand before walking into the office. “I’ve been thinking, we should do a fundraiser for your family.”

“Lee, that’s not necessary. Heart transplants don’t work like that.”

“I know. I’m saying, bills have to be raking up. Your wife’s hospital bills even with insurance must be a hell to pay. And you mentioned she needed to talk to someone. Is that paid for by insurance?”

Paul sighs, shaking his head no, “She needs it though. She refuses to be candid for me, and if she loses her mental battle, I lose her. I’ll pay whatever it is I need to. If that means I skip a few meals, I’ll do that.”

“See, you need the money,” Paul gives Lee a silent thank you, and begins to stand up, “no kids?”

“It’s not suggested for her to have them with the pump,” Paul’s eyes drift down to the floor, while he spins his ring finger around. “We wanted them. We waited too late.”

“With a transplant? Could she have kids?” Lee excitedly leans over the desk. Judith wanted kids, until they were married. Now she won’t slow down.

“Yes, it would be possible. Even to have one natural,” Paul clears his throat, not meaning to say that out loud. This was not an appropriate talk with your boss.

“Ahh, you’re a man,” Paul stifles out a laugh, nodding his head. He needed a friend, too. Had spent every extra dime on therapy for you, and sometimes he forgot how hard it was to stay strong for you. But whatever it takes.

“So I take it that things are healthy?” Lee tries casually asking.

Much to Lee’s surprise, Paul seemed to want to talk, “She gets a bit self conscious about the scar, and the tube, but she’s just as beautiful to me,” he smiles sheepishly looking away. “She’s uncomfortable with certain positions, there’s a hose, ya know, but man, what she is comfortable with, I like a lot. She plays shy, but anytime I ask or initiate, she’s ready.”

“That’s good. Relations keep a couple together longer,” Judith turned Lee down a lot. She was always working on a listing. Lee had become an afterthought, and he was her everything. Her saving grace. The one who came to visit her during her treatments. Where were her friends and family? Lee was always there.

“Does she…ya know?” Lee smiles, shrugging, “Is it always you initiating things?”

“No, not at all. She feels bad about…not feeling comfortable about certain positions, and usually afterwards, well, she’s dropping to her…” Paul pauses. It felt good to talk, but it was inappropriate with Lee. You wouldn’t be happy about Paul letting Lee know how you were quite the fiend.

Paul needed a friend, and he wanted to curse himself for opening up so easily, “I shouldn’t talk about her like that. It’s not just the sex with her. She’s…she’s it. There is no other. If anything happens, I can't move on.”

Oh Paul had to go. He would become an obstacle for Lee. But for now, he wanted to keep him talking, “You’re fine, Diskant. Sometimes you just need a friend. Sometimes you need to fuck your wife in the living room.”

“No, the living room, she fucks me,” Lee smiles at him, the living room window was large. He might have to randomly pop in. “Lee, I thank you, but I should really…”

“This is you talking to Lee,” he puts on that charming smile that seemed to make everyone melt. It was the reason he had continued to be elected. “Don’t look at it as Diskant talking to his superior. If you need anything, don’t hesitate. My door is always open.”

“Thanks,” Paul smiles. He was always a bit naive. Too trusting in a world where he should be suspicious. “I really do appreciate it.”

“Blossom,” Paul shouts at you as he walks in the house. “Blossom!”

“What?” You giggle, spinning around to look him up and down. He did look handsome in his uniform. But you looked ravishing in nothing but his shirt.

“What’re you doing?”

“Matching socks,” you give him a devious smile, turning back to your socks, “What're you doing?”

Before Paul would sling you over his shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom where he threw you on the bed, tickling and kissing you until his face was in between your thighs. His lips kissing over your covered core, while you were trying to catch your breath from the laughter. Now only to be met with his sinful mouth.

Your smile starts to fade, missing those sweet moments, before he scoops you up bridal style. It wasn’t the same, but there was still this tender sweetness. Your legs kick around, while you pet over his soft cheeks, “Paul, what’re you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing?” He tosses you onto the bed, and his body cages you quickly. And you would never put up a fight from this.

His lips press open mouth kisses on your exposed skin. His fingers give you little tickles down your body, as he journeys lower. Pressing his body in between your thighs, you whimper. Some things the pump would not take away, and you were glad this was one of them.

He hooks his thumb under your panties, before pulling them off of you. Licking his lips while he stares at your glistening cunt, ready to feast upon you, before diving in. The sweetest kisses move up your slit, and then his lips circle around your clit. Giving the little bean gentle sucks.

Pulling off, only for his tongue to lick up your juices. Gazing up at you from in between your thighs, watching you fondle your own tits. Your eyes closed as you lose yourself in his ministrations.

Paul enters his tongue into your waiting cunt. His nose continues to stimulate your bundle of nerves. Drowning himself in your slick. You were his favorite dessert. The thing he enjoyed the most about waking up was you.

His tongue leaves your pussy, and is replaced by two fingers. Kitten licking at your nub, while he finger fucks you. Pumping those thick digits in and out of your warmth. Laving up your sweet nectar all the while watching you start to come undone.

You always looked so pretty like this. Relaxed and in complete bliss, and all because he loved the way you tasted. Loved when your scent lingered on him, even out in public. It was his little inside joke. Shaking peoples’ hands, and knowing that your arousal was coated on his fingers.

He was a menace with his mouth, but an absolute fiend with his fingers. He curls them, hitting over your spongy spot that drove you wild. His other hand presses on your lower stomach, and you feel things so much more.

Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around his head, but Paul doesn’t stop. You need this release. Needed to let go of your frustrations. He could see that vein on your neck popping out more. You needed to relax. Go dumb for a moment on his mouth alone.

Your back lifts you off the bed, and you see stars as you gush on him. He finally pulls away, slurping up your spend, as your body collapses on the bed. “You feel better, Blossom?” You nod your head, keeping your legs spread. Your hand softly rubs on your stomach, as your eyes start to close.

“I’m gonna match socks while you sleep, you deserve it.”

“Lee?” Lee grumbles, grabbing his mouth piece.

“What?” He demands. He was enjoying this view too much. The two of you should really invest in blinds. He was annoyed.

“You’re needed at the station. Picked up you know who at the bar. She’d been drinking too much again. Flirting this time,” Lee growls, throwing his car into gear as he slowly drives down the road. “She didn’t drive. Billy called the station to pick her up. She’s pissed that he took her keys.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you would never go out with friends and get that drunk. The only thing you would do was be waiting at home for him, offering him a beer after work. Judith had turned out to be such a disappointment. But..with a check at her files he knows she may be of use to him. And you. Always you.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

I’m the One to Blame

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x DA fem!Reader (part 2 of Queen Bitch series)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Fucking you only made him hate you more.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, hate sex, rough sex, slight choking, cream pie, degradation, semi-public sex), cheating, everyone is an asshole except poor Andy, heavy misogyny, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m just a bad person I guess? I’m just gonna give a blanket apology for my infidelity kink, this kinda got away from me and it’s just gonna get worse.

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As soon as you heard the not guilty verdict you should’ve known what was coming. The growls and rumbling coming from the crowd of cops seated behind you was your cue to get out of there, not wanting to wait around for the inevitable blame game where those dumbasses decided that the scumbag got off because you were a meddling bitch and not because none actually wanted to put in the work to make a case.

It had been almost two months of this shit. You hadn’t even wanted to press this case; the evidence was circumstantial and you were 75 percent sure Ludlow had intimidated at least two of the defense witnesses out of testifying. But then the assholes had gone over your head and your boss basically told you to try the case they gave you and not listening when you told him the jury wasn’t going to swallow it.

Of course they didn’t swallow it. And of course it was your fault. God forbid those lazy bastards do their fucking jobs. You could feel all their ire focusing on you as you started to move towards the door, your eyes meeting Diskant’s as he glared at you while Ludlow ranted at him. Sometimes you wondered if he was as big of a piece of shit as his partner, or if he was just a fucking idiot.

Paul felt his blood starting to boil as he watched you storm out of the courtroom, his jaw clenched so tight he was worried he might snap something. The way your gaze just slid over him like he was nothing made him even angrier, and the way your hips swayed in that tight little dress just served to remind him how goddamn frustrated he was. He couldn’t believe Andy actually let you go to court dressed like that.

He hated that every time he saw you all he could think about was that night at the Bell. He still couldn’t believe his fiancée had bought that the marks you left on him were from a struggle with a perp. Thoughts of how warm and wet you were around him had started bleeding into his mind at inopportune times, and the memory only made him angrier.

Ludlow was still ranting about you when Paul rose from the bench and followed after you, the last thing he heard being his partner talk about how he should give that cunt a piece of his mind. He spotted you heading towards the bathroom and strode after you, growling under his breath about how you kept fucking up his life.

You jumped a little when the bathroom door slammed open, rolling your eyes when you saw Diskant fuming at you through the mirror.

“You draw the short straw, Diskant?” You could see his teeth grinding and it made you smirk. “Go on, lay it on me.”

“You threw it, didn’t you?” He ran his hand over his face as he watched you bend over the sink, telling himself to keep his eyes off your ass as you washed your hands. “You got all pissy your boss made you do your job, and you tanked the case just to be a cunt?”

“Fuck you, Diskant.” You felt your hackles go up when he moved closer. “I do my fucking job. I’m sick of taking all the shit for when you assholes fuck up these cases, grow up.”

“I’m so sick of your fucking mouth.” He stepped forward and pressed his chest to your back, bracing his hands on either side of your body as he growled into your hair. “Every time you open it I just want to shove something in there to shut you the fuck up.”

“No, get off.” You gasped when when he ran a hand up your arm until he could curl it around your throat, tilting your head back so he could scrape his teeth over your jaw. “Paul, we’re not doing this again.”

“You telling me you don’t want it?” He snarled against your neck as he pushed you even closer to the sink, the marble edge cutting into your hips painfully while he other hand trailed down your hip to drag up your skirt.

You wanted it so bad it was making you sick. Every day you were filled with self loathing from the moment Andy kissed you awake until you sank into your bed in a tangle of limbs after he made soft, reverent love to you. But he never fucked you like Paul had the night of your stupid mistake, and when your core still ached as you laid awake against Andy’s chest while he slept deeply, all you could think about was Paul’s thick cock splitting you apart until you almost screamed. And you hated him for it.

“Nothing to say, princess?” Your lip curled at him in a low growl when he sneered at you through the mirror, hissing when he finally wrenched your skirt up around your waist and teased his fingers under the edge of your lace panties. “Tell you what, if you’re not already soaked like a fucking whore, I’ll stop.”

“Ow, bastard!” You tried to turn around and slap him when he literally ripped your panties off you, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin with a sting, but then he was dipping two fingers into your center and stroking your walls slowly so all you could do was whine.

“Knew it.” You heard the clink of his belt under his low chuckle, arching your back when you felt his freed cock slap against the curve of your ass and spreading your legs as slick leaked from around his fingers and coated the inside of your thighs. “Just love to play the stuck up bitch, but this pussy fucking weeps for me. Sick of your fucking teasing, you goddamn slut.”

“Shut up and just fuck me.” You braced your hand against the mirror and moaned when he finally slid inside you, screwing your eyes closed and swallowing thickly when he started slamming his hips into you.

“Fucking bitch.” He slapped your ass hard when you turned and snarled at him, groaning when you clenched tight around him in response and digging his fingers into your hip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his shiny cock plunge into you.

He was rabid, barely any rhythm to his thrusts as he grunted with each push of his hips. The slap of his hips against your ass and the lewd, wet sloshes of your pussy sucking him back in filled the empty bathroom with your grunts and moans. One of his hands snaked up to yank the front of your dress open and pull out your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you were mewling for him.

You slammed your palm against the mirror when he curled over you and started biting at your neck, not even able to care that he was leaving marks all over you since you were so lost in your pleasure. The hand that was digging into your hip slid between your legs and you had to bite your cheek to keep from screaming, rolling your ass to meet his vicious thrusts while he started circling your clit harshly with the tips of his fingers.

“That’s right, come all over my cock like the fucking whore you are.” His breath was hot on your neck as he kept fucking you like an animal, and you avoided looking in the mirror as if not seeing his face would mean this wasn’t happening. “God, you’re so fucking tight. He ever make you come like this?”

“Shut up.” Your body vibrated around him when he bent his knees and slammed his cock over your g-spot, your legs almost giving out as pleasure roared through your veins and you fought the urge to scream at him. The last thing you wanted was for him to bring up Andy right now.

“He doesn’t, does he? Because he doesn’t treat you like the filthy fucking bitch you are.” He pulled you upright so he could sneer at you in the mirror, your wild eyes meeting his and widening as you took in your completely wrecked state, your makeup smeared and bruises all over your neck while you arched your bare breast into his hand. “But I know, and if I have to fuck you like a dirty slut to get you to quit being a fucking cunt, I’m gonna do it.”

“God, fuck you, Diskant.” You reached back and dug your nails into his neck, grinning wickedly when he hissed at you raising sharp red welts in his skin. “So fucking worried about me, when you’re the one who’s trailing after me like a kicked dog. That sweet little fiancée not keeping you satisfied?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shoved three fingers in your mouth when you laughed at him, groaning into your hair when he felt you flutter around him again.

Drool started leaking down your chin as Paul pressed your tongue down and slid his fingers towards the back of your mouth, making you gag. You could feel his rhythm starting to grow frantic, the force of his thrusts crashing your hips into the edge of the sink until you were sure you were going to have bruises. He gripped your knee with his free hand and pushed it up until it was resting against the cool marble of the sink, opening you up so he could hit you even deeper and forcing you to brace both hands against the mirror to maintain your balance.

A thin whine escaped around his fingers when he ground into you at the perfect angle, your toes curling in your pumps as you spasmed violently and your release gushed out around him and soaked his thighs. Paul’s hips finally stopped moving when he shot his thick cum inside you, shoving himself as deep as possible as his cock twitched in his release and he buried his face in your neck to muffle his roar.

He surprised you by grabbing your hair at the roots and turning your head so he could smash his lips against yours, tangling his tongue with yours until you couldn’t breathe then growling when you shoved him off you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You hissed when he pulled your skirt down over your hips unceremoniously, turning to snarl at him as you shoved your tits back into your bra and started to do your dress back up. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, fuck off.” He tucked himself back into his slacks and redid his fly as he watched you try to straighten yourself out, a massive undertaking with how fucked out you looked. “Next time I’m gonna fuck that bitch mouth so I don’t have to listen to that fucking voice.”

“There’s no next time.” You turned back around and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess you two had made between your thighs. “There shouldn’t have been a this time, fuck.” You splashed some water on your face and wiped off your smeared makeup before grabbing a scarf and winding it around your neck to cover the marks he’d left on you. “I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you into his chest, ignoring your growl as he scraped his teeth over the curve of your cheek. “You want this, you fucking need it. Otherwise you would’ve locked the door when you saw me coming.”

Your full armed slap caught him off guard, sending him staggering across the floor as you gave a satisfied sneer. He stared daggers at you when you strode past him to collect your purse, grumbling wordlessly as you prowled towards the door without sparing a glance for him.

“Wait five minutes before following me, bastard.”

“I’ll see you next time you fucking bitch.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before leaning against the wall and waiting for some time to pass so he wouldn’t arouse suspicion. “Hope you have a good time at lunch with Barber while my cum’s leaking down your thighs.”

You glared at him over your shoulder before heading back out to the hall, trying to hold back tears when you saw Andy waiting for you outside of his courtroom. Somehow you managed to return the smile he was giving you, hating yourself when you let him press his lips to your forehead softly before he was guiding you out of the courthouse and asking where you wanted to go for lunch. You pointedly ignored Paul walking out of the bathroom, his icy stare following after you as he rubbed his hand over the scratches you’d left on his neck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Shit, Ludlow must have waited for him. “You look like you got in a fight with a wildcat.”

“Nothing happened, I’m just sick of that fucking cunt.” He relaxed when the man just snorted in agreement, tuning out his ranting as he thought about what it would be like to fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk anymore.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Last Updated: 11/05/2021

All fics contain smut unless otherwise mentioned, so no minors please!!!

Fics:

Queen Bitch

I’m the one to Blame

I Did Something Bad

Where I’ve Been, It’s Not Clean…

[georgiapeach305132]

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."

[georgiapeach305132]

How would Robert feel knowing that Paul abused the reader emotionally and which is it’s causing her to be a good girl for Robert because she doesn’t want to feel same again like she did when she was with Paul

Robert definitely knows to an extent that he was emotionally abusive towards reader. It's one of the MANY reasons that Robert can't stand Paul.

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After seeing you at the precinct he couldn't get you off of his mind. Robert was very much aware as to who Detective Diskant was, and he had it set in his mind to find out more about you.

Robert watched Paul closely, had his schedule damn near memorized, so he knew when he would be out. He watched from afar as you would go to work, some silly little clothing boutique. He watched how pleasant you were, but how your co-workers and employer would use you. You always went above and beyond to get the job done, and they knew that.

You learned that behavior from Paul. Paul expected you to be his trophy wife. He wanted you to look a certain way, wanted you to act a certain way, and he wanted you to present yourself to him in a certain. Getting married young, people change, and Paul was someone who changed. But you wanted your marriage to work.

Paul could be sweet at times, but he expected you to not only have a job, but to have the house in tiptop shape. Have dinner cooked before he came home. He was never physically abusive, but sometimes his words cut too deep. Spending so much time with someone you know their weaknesses.

Robert watched as Paul would call you an idiot for some stupid fucking reason. He watched as Paul would make a comment about the dinner you chose to cook, or even something as benign as the candle you chose to burn for the day.

While Robert might not have watched you for long he saw how each day you become more insecure, and wanted to please Paul, and he never showed you any decency of praising you for what you did for HIM.

Robert got a personal taste of how Paul's words cut you. You had prepared a Pinterest worthy meal and dessert for you two, and enough for even Cherry Pop. Your eyes bright as you watch them take the first bite. How were you supposed to know that Cherry had a mild allergy to peanuts?

"Does this have peanuts in it?" immediately the brightness had gone from your eyes. Nearly sobering up because you believed that Cherry didn't like peanuts.

"Uh...yeah," Cherry quickly stands to get his EpiPen that he keeps here just in case. Your voice mild and meek, eyes going glossy with tears. "I'm sorry, I'll do better next time. I shouldn't have made this, I'm really not that bad of a cook."

"You're fucking amazing. Cherry boy is allergic to peanuts."

"Oh..."

"Why the fuck you so upset for?" Robert looks at you, his hand already sliding along your thigh.

"It's nothing. Sorry. I should have asked. It's just..."

"No, tell me what the fuck is wrong. I can tell when you're fucking lying to me. It's that fucking cuck ex of yours isn't it?" his fist slams down on the table. At this point you know that his outbursts aren't directed at you. "You shoulda let me kill that mother fucker when I had the chance. Look at me," his hand wraps around your cheek so sweetly, bringing your eyes to look up at him. "I'm not him. I won't beat around the bush when I'm unhappy, but when you're trying and you're being my sweet good girl, my perfect Pretty Girl, I'll praise you. I'll fuck you into oblivion. I'll do whatever the fuck you want."

You offer Robert one of your sweet smiles, kissing him on his jaw. "I love you Robert. I'm sorry."

"And don't fucking apologize for that son of a bitch."

"I just want to be a good girl for you."

"And you are. Now, after supper how about you're my good little whore?"