#paul diskant fanfiction

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2023, Day 3

Take A Look

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

Pairings: Paul Diskant X Reader

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 2.4K

Previous

Series Masterlist

I need to talk to you.

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

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

I need to talk to you.

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

I need to talk to you.

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

“I need to talk to you.”

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

I need to talk to you.

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

I need to talk to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve been thinking about you everyday.”

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

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

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

“Get out.”

“We are.”

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

“That birthmark that’s right on your…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then you better hate yourself.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m planning on fucking you.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean wait?” 

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

“Nothing is better than you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” 

“I wasn’t able to pull out.”

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

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

“Just don’t run away again.”

“I could never.”

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Yours Submissively ~ Frustration

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

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

And she has no idea.

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

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Neglected

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Because when another man kisses me and I like it, I think we have a problem.”  

“He kissed you?!” 

“Yes, and I ran.  Because I liked it. Because I miss you.  I miss your attention, our intimacy, our love.  I need more Steve.  I can’t do this.  If you are just going to leave me here, then I should move out and move on.”    

Steve stood up quickly and stalked towards Belle. He pulled her close and kissed her hard.  She gasped and he deepened it, tasting her, relishing in her desire. He felt the wetness fall from her eyes.  He pulled back to see her crying.  “I’m sorry.”  

“Steve…” 

“No, I’m sorry.  Sorry I haven’t been here.  Sorry that I have neglected you. Sorry that you think something else is going on. I love you, my Belle.  My princess.  Don’t leave, never leave.”  

“I don’t want to. I love you. I need you. I want you. But I need more.”  

“I need you too.” He kissed her softer this time.  “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.” He lifted her up and took her to their bed. He cradled her as she sobbed from the emotions, allowing a few tears himself. He had been so close to losing her from his own stupid actions.  “You looked beautiful tonight love. Did you have fun?” 

“It was interesting.”  

“Almost went to punch that guy out.”  

“Wasn’t his fault.”  

“I know.”  He sighed. “Promise me you’ll never kiss another man again.”  

“Promise me that you’ll explain.” She wouldn’t agree with him until she knew the truth.  

Steve woke that Sunday morning, having rested for the first time in a long time.  A flutter brushed his arm and he looked to see his sweet pea on her side, his arm still under her neck.  The air is cool in the morning so he draped a heavier blanket to keep her warm as he rises.  He stretches and heads to the kitchen.  Coffee and a conversation are needed before he can move on with Belle.  

Belle stirs and reaches for Steve, her eyes still closed.  She feels nothing and frowns, turning to open her eyes. “Steve?” 

She hears him talking loudly and creeps down to the study.  

“What the fuck are you trying to pull Sharon?” 

“I didn’t say I was seeing you.  I just said that I had a meeting at Grant.”  

Steve stars at his phone laying on his desk with venom in his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me.  You said it to drive a wedge between Belle and myself.”  

“Oh please. If she’s that insecure that should tell you something.”  

“It tells me plenty about you.  I asked you to do one thing.  Stay away from her.  And the minute you had a chance, you did this.”  

“Steve, she’s…” 

“She’s what, Sharon?  Not you.  Thank fuck for that.”  

“You don’t mean that.”  

“Don’t I? We were never meant to be together Sharon.  For fuck sakes, I was with your aunt in my past. Thank you for helping me when I needed it but Isabella is my future.”  

“Picking a child for a partner is ridiculous, Steve.”  

“I’m done with this.  Stay away from us.” He ended the call and slammed the phone down and walked to the window.  Belle steeled away back to the room and climbed into bed.  Not a minute later, Steve entered to see Belle’s back to the door.  He sighed.  “Sweet pea, I know you were listening.”  

She turned over to look at him. “How?” 

“Super hearing, my love. You were quiet but your heart rate spiked at one point.”  

Belle blushed. “I’m sorry.”  

Steve sat next to her and took her hand.  “Don’t be love.” He swept her hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?” 

“Have a little headache and I’m thirsty but otherwise,” she took a breath, “just embarrassed.  We need to talk.”  

“I know.” He leans his head against hers. “We stopped communicating.”  

“You stopped,” she accused. “Steve, what is going on?” 

“Let’s get some coffee and pain relief for you.  We will talk, I promise.”  

Belle crossed her arms.  “I am only doing this because of the coffee.”  She got up and grabbed her robe.  Steve sighed.  This was not going to be easy.  

Belle made it to the kitchen as Bucky emerged, yawning.  “Belle! What are you doing here? Your security…” 

“Dropped me off here last night. I had,” she glanced at Steve, “an interesting night at the club.” She turned back to the coffee pot as Bucky and Steve exchanged a look.  

“Did someone hurt you?” 

“At the club, no.  In my home, possibly.”  She narrowed her eyes at the both of them.  

“You know, I just remembered,” Bucky said, running a hand threw his hair, “I have a meeting…” 

“You will sit James.  Just like Steven will as well.” She pointed to the table and turned into the kitchen to get the coffees.  

“Thanks a lot punk,” Bucky mumbled under his breath.  

“I’m sorry Buck.  I am,” he whispered. “Sharon set her off yesterday and there was an incident at the club,” Bucky shot his eyes at him, “with me, jerk, relax.  I may have caught her being seduced by another man and I may have reacted badly to it.”  

“I told you to tell her about Sharon.” Bucky groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck me.”  

“If you two need me to leave you alone after that statement, just let me know.”  Belle entered with the mugs of coffee.  She set them down and then sat across from the men.  

“Belle, c’mon.”  Steve looked at her.  

“No, first you guys tell me what has been going on.  The first month here was ok. Then, I don’t know what happened. You guys abandoned me here.”  

“Sweetheart, we didn’t abandon you.  We left you here under Clint’s protection,” Bucky explained.  

Belle went to retort but Steve decided to explain. “Sweet pea, we had a threat come in concerning you.  I haven’t been going to work.  I’ve been taking trips to find the group that wants you.  I’ve stayed away because it was so hard to sleep next to you when I knew I could be doing more to protect you.”  

Belle sighed and massaged her temples. “Steve, this is never going to end.  You have to understand that.  Unless I disappear from the face of the earth, there will always be a threat because I am in love with one of the most powerful people in the world.”  

“I know love.” He groaned and tilted his head back. He took a moment and looked back at her. “I know that, and Bucky has been saying that, but I’m so scared that I’m gonna lose you.”  

“You’re losing me now by trying to shut me away and not being here.” Her tone was sharp, the pain of abandonment seeping through.  

“I’m trying to protect you!” 

Belle stood up, frustrated that Steve was not listening and paced.  “I can’t do this right now. I have to get ready for work and get my stuff from MJ’s and…” 

Steve panicked. “No, no wait.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for yelling. We need to work this out. Can you take the week? Let’s get away from the city.  Just you and me.  We can talk, rest, negotiate.”  He came around that table to stop her from pacing and put his hands on her shoulders. “Please love.  I want to fix this.”  

Belle pulled away and reached for her purse that she left on the table.  She glared at Steve and looked back at her phone.  She finally put it down and crossed her arms.  “You have one week, starting today to get me to forgive you.”  

“I can work with that.  Buck, the house,” he said.  

“Perfect.  Its secure and if we leave in the next hour, we can avoid the press and the public.”  

“Sweet pea, go and pack warm.”  

The plane touched down and Belle bounced in her seat.  “Where are we?” asking for the umpteenth time.  

“What part of surprise do you not understand, woman?” 

“What part of talk to me like that again and you will end up on the couch do you not understand Mr. Rogers?” 

Steve groaned but adjusted his jeans, her calling him by his formal title always doing something to him.  “You can’t do that sweet pea.”  

Belle shot him and innocent but flirty look.  “I didn’t do anything.”  

Lucky for both of them, Bucky had headphone in, asleep but woke when the plane jerked to pull into the private hanger.  “We here?” 

“Yeah jerk.”  

Bucky stretched. “Great.  I’ll get the car and we can finish the drive.” As soon as the door was lowered, he was out the door, while Belle and Steve waited.  

“I hate this protocol.  No one knows we’re here,” Belle complained.  

“Just because we didn’t tell anyone doesn’t mean no one knows.  This is just to keep you safe, sweet pea.”  

Belle rolled her eyes and looked out the window.  Steve shook his head and looked at his phone when it buzzed. “C’mon love.  We can go to the car.”  

Bucky drove them out of the airport and into the White Mountain National Forest per the sign Belle saw. She went to reach for her phone to take pictures before Steve pulled it from her grasp.  “Hey!” 

“No, this is for us. I don’t want people to find this place”   

“Steve!” 

“I just want your undivided attention, Miss Davis.  Promise me, we’ll try and fix this?”  

Belle sat back and looked out the window with a sigh.  Steve studied her.  In the couple of months, she had grown more beautiful in his eyes.  Her hair was a fraction longer, her skin was a little more pale from the lack of sun but still beautiful.  She started to look like a mogul’s wife, with her smart shirt and fitted jeans. She was becoming more sophisticated, every inch of her covered in his wealth.  He was proud to call her his but knew this week had to go perfectly in order to achieve that.  

An hour later, they arrived at a beautiful cabin.  From the outside, it looked like a simple cabin. But when Belle entered, it was so much more. The room was an open concept, with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a lake. A stone fireplace was lit to one side with overstuffed couches in front.  Belle could see a landing that led to several doors.  The kitchen was more modern but with a cement countertop, wood floors and cabinets and state of the art appliances.  Outside, she could see a full table and chairs for cozying around a fire pit and steps leading down to the dock. “Steve, this is beautiful.”  

“The house backs to a lake.  In the summer it would be perfect for swimming or a fire pit. For friends or… kids in the future.”  His cheeks turned pink as he rubbed his neck.  

“Oh.”  Belle chewed the corner of her bottom lip. 

“Something to think about.  Anyway, our room is on the top floor and has all the windows.  I like a lot of light since I paint here when I used to come and get away.  I can give you a tour.”  

Steve walked her through the house.  The main floor also had a sun room. The second floor had three bedrooms with ensuites in each one. “One of these is Bucky’s when he stays here but he decided to stay in the guest house down the way.”  

“I didn’t want to kick him out.”  

“He decided to. After you left on Friday, he said that we needed time together.  He doesn’t want to interfere, but he still wants to keep you safe.” Steve picked up her bag. “He’s right, we need to talk this out.  So let’s unpack and have lunch and we’ll talk ok?” 

“Ok.” Belle tried to keep her optimism but found it difficult.  Her mind still flooded with thoughts of the night before and she walked to the ensuite of the master and closed the door.  She unpacked her makeup case and toiletries, not realizing the tears coming down her face.  She covered her mouth as she tried to cover the sob.  She was lost, unsure of how to move forward. She missed Steve’s arms wrapping around her.  

“Sweet pea, what’s wrong?” He pressed kisses to her head as she continued to cry.  When she didn’t answer, he picked her up and took her back to the bed.  “It’s ok, love.”  

“No, it isn’t. Why am I still thinking of him?” 

“Because he gave you what you needed.  Because I didn’t.” Steve sighed as he leaned his head over hers. “Take a moment, my love. We’re gonna fix this ok?  I promise, I’m going to fix this.”    

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[georgiapeach305132]

Mr. Freezy Pops

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

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

Rating: Explicit

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

Word Count: 2045

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

Series Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you will.”  He taunts you.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[twittytelly]

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[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.”

#chris evans #paul diskant #street kings #street kings spoilers #steve rogers fanfiction #the chris evans hbc #ce hbc birthday bingo #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans characters #tw death mention

[elrw24]

I love all Chris Evans characters and all the fanfics of those characters!! I’ve been on a Paul Diskant kick for a while lol I’m in need of finding some more fanfics, I have a few series of Paul that I’m obsessed with!

If anyone has any suggestions lmk!!!

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[georgiapeach30513]

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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Yours Submissively ~ Neglected

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

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

And she has no idea.

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

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Three months later… 

Isabella Davis should be happy.  

She is living with the man she loves, a powerful man, a hero, the love of her life, Steve Rogers 

Isabella Davis has never felt more alone.  

Living with two men was a new experience. The first month went by smoothly with Steve and Belle getting used to each other.  But as the next month started, Steve and Bucky were busy all the time with the business.  While she didn’t regret her decision, she missed her old life.  The ability to hang out without the threat of a kidnapping hanging over her head. And consequently, things had changed again.  

Steve has been working hard.  But not at Grant.  No, he left that to Nat and Sam to deal with for the time being.  He and Bucky had been working leads, tiny leads, on who was trying to get to Belle.  Steve wanted to clear every lead, every mere instance of danger so that he could move their lives forward.  

Unfortunately, with that, a lot of time was spent away from home, leaving Belle lonely.  But since the dinner a few months ago, Belle had been in contact with her friends.  Not Lila, who effectively blocked Belle from all social media.  Hope and MJ explained that Lila took some time away and stayed with her family, trying to understand what had happen.  Belle was remorseful that her friend was hurt but not for asking her to leave.  

But her other friends rallied. Lunch dates with Hope and Scott were planned, dinner and movie nights at Peter and MJ’s were a regular thing.  Clint stayed by her side, but the agreement still stood.  He didn’t disclose the details to Steve or Bucky, just acknowledging she was safe.  

On a girls’ night, Belle spilled about her life with Steve.  “He’s so experienced. It’s weird and awesome all at the same time.”  

“I bet,” MJ said, drinking her wine.  “Like do you guys experiment?” 

Hope giggled.  “That’s the juicy bit.  Scott, he tries, bless him, but we just end up laughing in the end.”  

“Peter is flexible,” MJ said.  “So am I. It leads to the neighbors complaining on occasion.”  

“Oh god,” Belle covers her face.  “Now I am even more grateful that Steve has the whole floor.”  They all laugh as MJ refills.  

Belle stumbles in a few hours later after Clint dropped her off at the door.  She drops her jacket on the floor, the crisp early October air coming in with the elevator.  She kicks off her heels and heads to the kitchen for a snack.  She looks to see that the apartment is still, and she sighs.  She text MJ and Hope.  

B: I need a getaway weekend. The apartment is too empty  H: you can always stay with one of us  MJ: true.  Peter is working on a project and he’s flying out of town next weekend.   H: I’m sure Scott can hang with people.  Make it a girls’ weekend  B: sounds good to me.  

And it did.  Steve was home Saturday but working and Belle distracted herself with lesson plans.  While she was happy that he was home, she missed the intimacy more and more.  As Friday approached, Belle decides to head to MJ’s early after work.  Steve was on a business trip and hadn’t been in contact.  She had no idea when he was supposed to return.  As she packed her case, he strolled in, removing his jacket and tie.  “Sweet pea?” 

“Oh. You’re back.”  She placed a small kiss on his lips and return to her case.  

“Where are you going?” 

“To MJ’s. Girls’ weekend.” Belle zipped it closed as Clint appeared in the doorway.  “Can you take this Clint?”  

“No problem, Belle.  Be back in a moment.”  

Belle turned to Steve who had a look of fury on his face. “What?” 

“I figured we would stay in tonight.  I mean, I just got back.”  

“And how was I supposed to know that Steve? You haven’t called, text, emailed, carrier pigeon’d.”  

“Well, I assumed…” 

“Let me stop you right there. I’m supposed to be, what, at your beck and call?” He remained silent. “I’m your girlfriend not your submissive remember? You don’t call or let me know your schedule.  I live here by myself because you and Bucky just leave me here.” Belle grabbed her purse. “MJ and Hope are waiting for me.  I’ll be back on Sunday.  I hope that you had a good business trip.” She swiftly left the room.  

Steve sat on the bed with his head in hands as he heard the front door close.  He meant to call, truly, but time got away from him. The last threat he received on her life had set him off and he went to investigate it with a vigor that borderline obsessed. He raked his hands over his face and went to the closet to change.  He donned his workout gear and went to his gym.  Wrapping his hands, he started to work the heavy bag.  This wasn’t the way he wanted to work out his frustrations but here he was.  Bucky walked in; concern etched in his face.  “She’s not here.”  

“Thank you, Sherlock, for that fascinating observations.”  

“No need to be a bigger punk than normal Cap. I was hungry and went to look for her.”  

“She’s at her friends. Apparently, it’s a girls’ weekend.”  

“Clint is off this weekend.  Who is her security?” 

“Fuck Bucky I don’t know.  I forgot to call her this week.”  

“Shit.”  Bucky fumbled with his phone.  “Barton, I thought you were off this week… Yeah well who is staying with Belle. … Oh. … I guess that’s fine. … No, don’t worry about it. Yeah I’ll talk to him. Thanks.”  Bucky ended the call.  “Barton put two of our agents to watch her.  She ran the entire schedule with him just to be sure.”  

Steve looked surprised at him.  “She did what?” 

“When you and I didn’t answer, she went straight to Clint to organize the weekend.  He swept the place and reminded her that going out without protect was dangerous. I guess her friends felt the same and they were going to stay in. Well except for the club.” 

Steve took a harder swing at the heavy bag.  “Fuck! Why are they going to a club?” 

“Because she wants to go out. Relax, she’s going to one of ours.” 

“Why am I feeling like this?” 

“Because you are trying to protect her.  But Steve, you have to know, isolating her, keeping away from her in long periods is just going to damage your relationship.”  

“I know, it’s just, I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate, knowing that there is someone after her. Bucky I can’t lose her.”  

“I know pal. But you’re gonna lose her if you don’t get your head outta your ass and spend time with her.  Real time.  I’m cancelling the next intel mission.”  Steve began to object. “Ah, no. You need to spend time with her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to you.  You know, beside the serum.”  

“Fuck off Jerk. But,” he sighed.  “Thank you.” 

Friday night was a pamper night for Belle, MJ and Hope.  They watched movies, ate junk, facials, the works.  It helped, getting Belle’s mind off of Steve.  Shopping on Saturday caused everything to come back full force when she went to pay but everything was put on Steve’s account at the store, including anything MJ and Hope wanted. “Fuck,” she mumbled to herself as they walked to lunch.   

MJ had heard her. “What’s wrong?”  

“Just didn’t think he would be around in any way shape or form.  I miss him but it’s like I only get a glimpse of him.  Not like before where he was always there.  I miss him, you know.”  They slid into a booth at the café.  

“Maybe walking out the way you did will trigger something in him.  He can’t keep away all the time Belle.  He has to know that you won’t always be there if he keeps acting like this.”  

“I just want to know why.  Like why is he’s so busy suddenly? I know he’s not in the office.  I called to tell him about making dinner a few weeks ago and Nat said he hadn’t been to the office in over a week.”   

“Oh shit, Belle,” Hope said.  

“Is he over me?  Did I make a mistake?” 

“No, Belle…” MJ started.  

“Is he seeing someone else?” 

“No,” Hope told her sternly. “You can’t think like that.  He’s distant yes but he loves you.  Maybe its Avengers stuff.”  

“Its something…” Belle trailed off as she saw a blonde looking right at her.  “Fuck me.”  

“What?” 

“Its Sharon.  Steve’s friend, I guess.  She doesn’t like me.”  She looks down at her plate.  

Hope subtlety turned to look at her.  “She’s a hag.”  

Belle snorted.  She looked up and saw Sharon head her way.  “Shit.”  

Sharon Carter looked at the group with a smirk. “Isabella, nice to see you again.”  

“Ms. Carter,” shaking the woman’s hand.  

Sharon waved her hand.  “No need to be formal. Sharon is fine.  Out with friends?” 

“Yes, this is Michelle and Hope.”  

“Nice to meet you, ladies. “Well, I hate to rush but I have to get back to a meeting at Grant.” Belle raised her eyebrows.  “I was just telling steve we should get together and do lunch soon.  Hopefully we can. Please have a nice day.” She turned, allowing her blonde locks flip around before leaving the café.  

“Grant?  She’s at Grant? Lunch with Steve?” Belle swallowed, trying not to let the tears out.  “Fuck this.” She pulled out the black card Steve had given her and paid for the lunch.  “We need to find me a dress.”  

Arriving in the car Clint had arranged for them, Belle stepped out in front of the club, smoothing her dress down. The flirty eyelet dress in black, a V neckline that hinted at her cleavage but still modest. The hem hit mid-thigh and paired with black booties. Her long black hair was swept up into a high ponytail with simple makeup but a dark red lip. Clint reminded her that she was to be seated in the VIP area or she couldn’t go out. She saw the line and felt guilty as she went to the doorman.  “Hi.”  

“Name?” 

“Belle Davis.” 

“For three ladies, VIP?” 

“Yea, Clint…”  

“I know who you are Miss Davis.  The hostess with take you to your table.” A model like red head took the girls to a table where a bottle of champagne was waiting.  A waitress approached to open and serve.  “I’m Tabitha, your tab is already taken care of by Mr. Rogers so anything you like, including food, just ask.”  She walked away and Hope and MJ looked at Belle.  

“Don’t,” she said.  She picked up a glass.  “To us.”  

“To us!”  

The music was loud and the bodies moving as they chatted.  Finally, Belle was loose and ready to dance.  A Britney classic played.  “Let’s go.”  

“Belle…” 

“No, I want to dance.  We won’t leave and nothing will happen.  Let’s just go.” She got up and found a spot on the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music.  

The music changed; the beat kept going.  The bodies around were glistening with sweat, the smell of alcohol in the air. Belle kept moving, losing herself to the music. They went back to the table occasionally, doing a few shots and kept dancing. A man approached her, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and dark jeans, a chain with a medallion on his neck.  His head was shaved, dark blond or light brown, with bright blue eyes. He offered her a smile, a smile that would make any woman swoon.  “Would you like to dance?” 

Belle looked at MJ and Hope.  Two other guys were chatting them up as she turned back to the man.  “Sure.  Belle,” she extended her hand.  

He took it and kissed her knuckles.  “Paul.” He kept her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Temperature by Sean Paul started to play.  Paul put Belle’s arms on his shoulders, her hands around his neck as he put his own on her hips. Her fingers grazed his hair, an interesting feeling, the fuzziness of his buzz cut compared to Steve’s longer locks. They moved in sync, his eyes never leaving hers, pulling her just a tiny bit closer. As the song changed to Pony, he spun her around, her back to his front. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close, her hands right on top of his.  His head was near her neck.  “This ok?” 

“Its fine,” she said breathlessly. They moved in time; he was grinding subtlety on her. She reached back to feel his head in her hands.  Her thoughts were scattered, the male attention she was receiving was exactly what she wanted.  But it wasn’t Steve. And that was a problem. Because she wasn’t sure anymore if Steve was what she wanted.  His neglect was started to get to her.  

“You’re beautiful,” he said in her ear. Another spin and he held her close, both hands now on her lower back, her arms back around his neck, foreheads almost touching. His knee was in between her legs as they swayed their hips to the beat, the pressure of his knee adding to the growing pool of arousal that she was feeling.  A flash from the light over her eyes and he was lost on the color.  “Jesus, those are gorgeous.”  

“I…I…,” she was nervous, unsure of the attention.  

He stops moving and pushes a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Hey, its ok. We’ll go slow. How about a drink?”  

“Sure.” He took her hand and guided her back to her table. She sat with her legs crossed, Paul seated next to her, his arm behind her as she ordered two scotches.  “What do you do?”  

“I’m a detective in the LAPD.  I’m in New York for a job interview.”  

“Oh, wow.  Detective is impressive.”  

“And you, gorgeous, what do you do?” 

“I’m a teacher, first grade.” 

He flashed her a killer smile. “Shaping the future, I like that.”  

In the dark corner of the bar, Steve sipped his drink as he watched her. He was angry.  But not her. At himself.  She wouldn’t feel the need to allow this prick to be all over her if he had been home with his girl.  Something tipped her to this. His eyes followed as Paul took Belle to the booth.  He leaned down to say something and she giggled.  The glass shattered in Steve’s hand.  

Belle leaned into Paul.  “I’ll be back.  Ladies room.”  

“I’ll be at the bar, gorgeous, waiting.”  

She blushed and made her way to the restroom.  She did her business and went to wash her hands and looked in the mirror.  Her cheeks were flush from the dancing and drinks.  But the brightness in her eyes, that was from Paul’s attention. She smiled as she dried her hands.  She fluffed her hair and went back out.  This may only be for one night, but she would enjoy it.  

She exited the room and started to make her way back out when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a room.  She went to scream but was cut off by a kiss.  She pulled back to slap but stopped.  “Steve?” 

“What are you doing Isabella?” 

“I’m dancing.”  

“You’re flirting.”  

“And?” Belle challenged him.  

Steve grasped her arm. “You are mine, Isabella.”  

She pulled away. “Really?  Sure doesn’t feel like it.”  

“Why are you doing this?” 

She glared at him.  “Why is Sharon Carter having meetings at Grant?” 

Steve stepped back.  “What?” 

“Why is Sharon Carter at Grant?”  Steve hesitated.  “Right, ok. I have to go.”  

“No, wait, sweet pea, please.”  

“No.  Fuck you, Steve. Leave me alone. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when I come home.”  

“No, you’re coming home with me now.  You are mine.”  

“Yours?  Really?  I spend more time with Clint than I do with you.”  

“I know, baby, but…”  

“No buts.  I can’t do this right now.”  She pushed him away. 

“No, I can’t lose you.”  

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have shut me out.”  She exited the room and went to the bar where Paul had moved to.  She was rattled, shaken to the core at the exchange with Steve.  She loves him, truly, but she needed more.  She needed him to be present.   

Paul could see the cloud in her eyes. “You ok?” 

“Just too much to drink, I think.” She gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.  

He signaled the bartender.  “Water, please.”  He turned back to Belle.  “I gotta be honest, gorgeous, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”  

“I’m sorry.” Belle looked down.  

Paul studied her for a second. “Whatever he did to you, it ain’t worth it,” he said, picking up her face. Belle stared into Paul’s eyes and watched as he flicked his eyes to her lips and back.  She swallowed hard, he leaned in, and she closed her eyes. Their lips met, softly, his lips warm, comforting.  It jolted Belle and she stepped back with a jerk.  

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”  She turned around and went back to the booth quickly.  She saw the security guard and called him over.  “We need to leave.”  He nodded and made a call.  “Guys, we have to go.”  

MJ and Hope could see the panic in Belle’s face. They grabbed their bags and helped her to the exit.  The town car pulled to the curb and the girls climbed in.  Paul hit the exit just as Belle was climbing in.  “Gorgeous wait!” 

She looked at him, smiling sadly and closed the door.  They headed back to MJ’s in silence, Belle staring out the window.  As they pulled up to the building, Belle made a decision.  “Guys, I’m going to the apartment.  I’ll explain later but I need to see Steve.”  

“Give him hell,” MJ said with a hug. Hope hugged her as well.  The driver took off to the apartment.  She went in to find it dark with a single light on, Steve sitting in his chair.  

“You’re back.”  

“I am.”  

“Why?” 

“Because when another man kisses me and I like it, I think we have a problem.”  

“He kissed you?!” 

“Yes, and I ran.  Because I liked it. Because I miss you.  I miss your attention, our intimacy, our love.  I need more Steve.  I can’t do this.  If you are just going to leave me here, then I should move out and move on.”    

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Life With Paul

So let’s talk about Paul Diskant.  I feel he got the losing end of the stick in the Mr. Freezy Pops AU, and let’s face it Pretty Girl wouldn’t have married him if he was awful from the start

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You met Paul while you were both in college.  The two of you clicked right away.  He was such a gentleman.  He said all the right things, and you knew right away he would make a perfect husband.

The early years of yours and Paul’s marriage was blissful, he was the perfect husband.  Going through the Police Academy he continued to be a good husband, but something changed.

Paul became hardened by the job.  Working narcotics, and moving up to the homicide unit, until becoming a detective.  Sometimes the job gets to you, and he brought his work home.  

He would be angry with a perp, and take the anger out on you.  Paul was NEVER physical.  He just didn’t see why his wife “was no longer perfect”

It started off just being neglectful.  He didn’t notice the small things you did for him.  You of course being the good wife saw he was stressed from work.

You would make sure to have the house clean for him to come home to, make sure that you cooked his favorite meals.  And you also made sure to wear your sexy little outfits to bed.

That worked for a time, until Paul became even more distant, and verbally berating.  He didn’t yell, but even those whispered jabs leave lasting marks.

Paul was a good husband, until he wasn’t.

When Paul started cheating on you with a girl from work things got worse.  He became distrustful of you and became more possessive of you.

You would bring him lunch or even late dinners for him when he would work late.  And he accused you of trying to flirt with someone at the precinct.

The day that Robert laid eyes on you, he saw you wandering your gaze to him.  He didn’t realize it was because you were slightly uncomfortable.  He thought that you enjoyed the attention.  And you didn’t…then.

That night he told you that Robert was the most ruthless man in the city, and he was well on his way to taking him down.  Paul and Robert never saw eye to eye.

Robert knew before he met you how much he got under Paul’s skin.  When he saw you at the precinct he was attracted right away, but he knew blowing kisses at you would piss him off.  He didn’t know then that Paul would take that anger out on you with his words.

Seeing Robert flirt with his pretty little wife made him irate!  You were his wife and you needed to act like it.

But when Robert confronted Paul, telling him that he had enough evidence to put his “fucking dirty cop self” away for life, Robert told him he would be quiet.

“Please, I’ll do whatever it is you want.  My job is my life.  I wouldn’t make it in prison.  What’s your price Pronge?”

“It’s simple really.  Just want one night with that perfect fucking wife of yous?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Suit yourself.” Robert tells him.  “Oh, does she know about the blonde at work?”

Paul looks at the floor.  He wants to keep up appearances.  “One night?”

“That’s all.”

“Fine, but she can’t know that I set her up.”

“I really don’t fucking care.  Just want to fuck into that tight pussy.”

The more Paul thought about it the more it didn’t set right with him.  He went to the head of his department telling him, he had a way to get rid of Robert Pronge once and for all.  “Need to leave well enough alone.” He tells Paul after he explains the plan.

When Paul told you about everything you were disgusted, but he reminded you that you were his wife, and if you loved him you would do this for him.  And that’s all it took

And the rest is history

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 2

Summary: The aftermath of the dumpster fire that was the agreement between Robert and Paul

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, guns, threatening, implied murder

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Take your hands off her!”  Paul shouts towards Robert.  Trembling and unsure of what to feel or even think, but knowing you don’t want to look at your husband.  He’s the cause of all of this.

“At least I’m giving her a fucking choice.  You sold her to save your freedom you fucking cunt.  I’m offering her an olive branch.  I treated you fair didn’t I, pretty girl?  I could have done whatever I wanted to you.  I waited until you made the decision on your own.”  Robert’s voice when he speaks to Paul is full of grit and anger, and yet a softness when he speaks to you.  No, you cannot even think of something like that.

“What did you do?” your voice chokes out.  Eyes finally daring to look over at Paul.  Ashamed at your nakedness.  The position you were put in is all because of him and more fury runs through you, feeling Robert’s spend ooze down your back.  “What the fuck did you do, Paul?  Why am I here?” Robert laughs, offering you the kindness of wrapping a blanket around you.  Paul hasn’t offered a kindness yet.  “She does have a right to know, Paulie.” “Shut the fuck up.  Babe, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Your anger hits its peak.  Standing up on your feet you pull the pistol out of Robert’s pocket pointing it right at Paul’s chest.  “What the fuck did you do?” The animated laughter of Robert reverberates through the room.  Paul opens his mouth to speak, and then closes it.  “Y/N, put the gun down.”  You shake your head no.  “Put it down.  Cover yourself up.  Let’s go home and we’ll talk.” “Cover myself up?” you laugh despite the want to cry.  “You want me to cover myself up, but you can sell me to the highest bidder?  I’ve been down here for who knows how long.” “Four days.”  You turn around to look at Robert, and he throws his hands up when you point the gun at him.

“I’ve been here for four days, and my husband who’s already seen me naked, and this douche bag that paid for me has, so what do I need to cover up for.” “Let’s just go home.”  A softness is in Paul’s eyes, but you’re not here for it.

“What.  Did.  You.  Do?”  He still doesn’t want to answer you, turning you look back at Robert.  “What did he do?”

“I got in dealings with the wrong people.  Things went south, but I was able to take care of it.”  His feet bring him closer to you.  Step by step.  Inch by inch.  “Everything would have been fine, but someone caught me.” “I caught him burying evidence.  Stupid rookie mistake honestly.  Told him I’d keep my mouth shut.”  Robert confidently advances on you, wrapping the blanket back around you, lips attaching to your neck, and a quick pinch of your nipple.  “You’re cold.”  His hands pull the pistol out of your hand.  “S’not loaded, pretty girl.”  Robert’s hands throw the weapon to the floor.  Feeling like a fool you crumble into his arms.  Steadily he holds you up. “Silence comes at a price.  I just did what I had to do.  I’m sorry I should have…” “You should have told me.  This whole thing was a set up.” “You’re right.  The whole thing.  Even the bad dealings, Paulie.”  His arms still around you, he looks up at your husband.  “That’s right.  Set that up too.  I did what I had to do for this moment.  Would do it all over again.”  Your body rigid when you realize who is holding you.  Trying to pull away, and still not knowing where to go, he holds tighter.

“You son of a bitch!”  Paul’s anger that you had wanted since the moment you saw him flares up.

“Uh-uh-uh.  Do you not see what I hold in my arms?  She hasn’t even tried to get close to you.  She means nothing to you.  You have ways to…eliminate me.  You chose not to.  Tell her why.”  Paul’s body paces around the basement.  “Go on, tell her why you didn’t have me killed.”  Robert taunts him while his lips suck along the column of your neck.  Fingers sliding down your body.  “Tell her, or I will.” “Fuck!”  Paul stops pacing and watches his hand roam around your body.  He has the ability to stop him, and yet he doesn’t.  “He’s…” his hands slam up to his temples.  Almost acting like he’s the one confused and hurt.  “Don’t…could you fucking stop touching her.  She’s, my wife.” “She’s not stopped me.  Want me to stop pretty girl?” a spark runs through your body and you want Paul to hurt as bad as he hurt you.  Shaking your head no, you bend your elbow and place your hand softly against his cheek.

“Don’t…please don’t do this.  You know I love you…I just…” “Tell me why you didn’t have him killed.”  Voice as cold as ice.  You gaze intently at your husband.  He still won’t tell you why you’re in this predicament, and it’s only to save himself.   “He’s valuable, okay?  Are you happy?  I didn’t have him killed because he’s more valuable to the police than…” “Me.”  Tears finally escape your eyes.  “He’s more valuable to the police than me.  I was worth the sacrifice, just to keep you ass holes in good grace with information.  I’m right am I not?” his silence says everything.

“I would never sell you to someone.  I would rather die.”  Robert whispers in your ear, fingers finally daring to venture lower down your body.  Your free hand grabs it before it can go further.

“It’s not that simple anyone else in my position would have done the same thing.”

“Leave.”  The tiredness is evident in your voice.

“You’re coming with me.”

“No.  I’m not.  I can’t even look at you right now, much less sleep beside you.  Paul, I… I can’t.”  To punctuate just how much you can’t look at him, you pull the blanket fully around you, turning and burying your head in Robert’s chest.

“But you’ll cling to the man that…babe, please.  Let’s go home.” Not another word is spoke by you.  “Y/N please.  Fuck…this isn’t over.”  Stomping closer to you his whispers are harsh and angry in your ear.  “You will be coming home with me.  I’ll give you tonight.”  Hearing his heavy footsteps as he leaves you buried in the chest of the man that kidnapped, paid for you with his silence.

“This is so fucked up.”  You whisper in his chest.

“Shh…is there anything you want me to do?”  His voice soft.  Too soft.

“I want you to kill him.”  A small giggle crawls up your throat.  You don’t really want him dead.  Or do you?

“I can take care of that.” Your body backs away from him, looking up at his eyes, and you know he’s serious.  “What?” “You heard me.  So, do I only get you for one night, or is this an ongoing thing?  I made you feel good, didn’t I?  Kept you safe.”  Fingers pull at the blanket draped around you until it falls once again to the floor and his hands roam over your body.  Fingers trace every dip and curve of you.  “I’ve always wanted a pet of my own.  Your husband’s a coward.  You listen to my rules, and you’ll never have to worry about anyone hurting you.  I’ve got more Freezy Pops just for you, pretty girl.”

His fingers tease your nipples, your body leans more into his touch, head tilts back to look up at the man.  Would it be so bad to let him take care of Paul?  Would it be bad to become his pet?  The man obviously has power if the police department wants to keep him around.  “What d’ya say?  Want me to take care of you?“

“Robert…I…” “My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips.”

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Pt. 3

Summary: You see the softer side of Robert.  Paul tries to take you home.

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breast play, Dark!, physical violence, implied murder, pet name (pretty girl), oral sex (F receiving), the first of Robert’s rules

Word Count: 2k

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

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Robert stares at you softly, extending his hand for you to take, “Come on.  Let’s get you cleaned up, dressed, and fed.  I know you have to be tired.”  You can only nod while grabbing his hand to lead you out of the hell hole of a basement.  Guiding you to the bathroom he looks at you.  “You want a bath or shower pretty girl?” “Um...a bath I guess,” your voice barely a whisper.  He turns on the water, waiting for it to get warm, before plugging up the drain.  He turns to walk out of the bathroom, before your hand attaches to his arm, stopping him.  “Where are you going?” “To get you some clean clothes and privacy.”  With a bite to your lip and switching of your feet he studies your body movements.  “Is something wrong?”  You shake your head no, but still don’t turn to get in the bath.  “Alright, what the fuck is wrong?  Don’t lie to me.  I can tell you’re lying, I'm not a damn idiot.” You’re unsure of what to say, or even what is wrong.  “You not want me to leave you or something?”  The softness is back in his voice.

“No.  Don’t want to be alone.” “Let me get you some clean clothes, and I’ll be right back.”  You offer him a soft smile nodding your head.  Upon his return he lifts you up to put you in the warm water.  He helps you dip your head in the warmth before shampooing you, and after he uses a washcloth to scrub off your body.  Making sure to get every bit of you clean, and feeling new again.

“Why are you being so nice?” you ask.  Genuinely you want to know.  It seems mere seconds ago he was throwing food and water at you.  Making your coward of a husband watch as he fucks you.

“Figured you might need it,” he shrugs.  He doesn’t meet your eyes, just continues scrubbing your body.  “I know it was wrong.  Jus’ needed ya to see what a joke of a husband you had.” “You didn’t know he would do that though.” “Yeah, I did.  They’re all the same.  You deserve much more than that.”  Silence fills the room.  Carefully he helps you out of the bath, drying you off with a towel before helping you dress in one of his button up shirts.  “You stay here, we’re going to have to get you some clothes.  Are ya staying here?” you can only shrug because you don’t know.  There’s a part of you that misses Paul, but the bigger part is pissed.  “I get it.  Lot to take in.”

You can’t deny the amount of care he spends taking on you, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel better.  He’s obviously a criminal, and a powerful one.  The comfort you feel and the lack of good sleep has your eyes heavy.  “Gotta get ya fed first.  Not too much, ya ain’t ate a lot in the past four days.  Have to get you back to that, okay?” nodding you follow Robert back to the kitchen.  Sitting in his lap while he feeds you bland oatmeal and makes you drink a chocolate protein shake.  “Bedtime,” his voice rings out before scooping your body up.

“Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  

With a gently kiss to your forehead he returns your whisper, “Wasn’t going to, pretty girl.”  Softly he lays you in the bed.  His body crawls behind you, wrapping an arm around you, before pulling you flush against his chest.  “Going to keep you safe,” is the last thing you hear before you drift into the best sleep of your life.

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Perplexed you wake up, feeling sore in your arms, and confused on where exactly you are.  The shouts of your husband and Robert bring the memories of the past four days rushing through your brain.  Hearing demands that Paul leave before he kills him, and Paul’s heavy steps coming closer to wherever you are.

“Pronge get your fucking ass out of my way.  I’m taking my wife home.” “If she wanted to go home, don’t you think she would have.  You know the law, my house, get the fuck out.”

A scuffle ensues before Paul bursts through the door, yelping you crawl as far away from the door as possible.  Falling into the floor you curl yourself up into a ball, refusing to meet his eyes.  “Play time is up.  You made your point; you’re pissed off at me.  This is getting ridiculous.  Get your ass out of that fucking floor and let's go home.” “Don’t want to.”  Your voice comes out much stronger than you had anticipated.  

“You heard her.  She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”  Robert's figure stands in the doorway, eyes flicking towards you before his gaze is only on Paul.

“And you would rather stay here with this piece of shit?” his voice is pure hatred as he talks to you.  Right then and there, you made your decision.  You’re staying.

“Yes,” is the only answer you provide him with.  That’s all he deserves.

“You heard the woman.  Now get the fuck out of my house.”  Paul turns towards Robert and punches him in the face.  You scream at Paul to stop, but you had no need to worry.  Robert’s savage side that you assumed he had bursts out.  His fists connecting with Paul over and over again.  Head butting him onto the floor, before he crawls over him and continues to bash him.

“Robert!” you scream, he stops long enough to look at you.  “He’s not worth it.  I don’t want him dead.” He leans over and whispers in his ear, “You better thank her.  I would have killed your sorry ass.”  He stands roughly picking his body up and dragging him out the door.  “Be right back.  Just gotta take the trash out.” You give yourself a moment before getting out of bed, wearing nothing but his button up shirt, and wander through the house before you spot him coming through the door.  “Thank you.” your voice as smooth and silky as honey, as soft as down feathers, and Robert melts.  His body coming closer to yours.  “Just wish there was a way I could repay you.” Robert’s thick fingers run up your arms, drifting over to make contact with the buttons, before he skillfully begins undoing each one slowly, and you can hear the change in your breathing.  You know it can’t be that loud, but the quietness in the room it sounds like you’re panting loudly.  “I can think of a way.”  A voice that commands such authority is soft and sensual with you.  Only the utmost care is given to you.  His movements stop.  “Only if...” Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until your lips reach up to connect to his, showing him that you and your body want to thank him.  Realizing the moment that his tongue demands entry into your mouth that this is the first time you had kissed.  As intimate as you had been with him, you have never let him have that part of you.  Lifting your body up to his, you cling to him.  Arms and legs tightly wrap around him, as his fingers fumble to undo all the buttons.

His hands jerk the shirt off your body, and you’re completely exposed to him.  Robert’s knees bend as he drops the both of you on the floor.  Your fingers pull at his shirt, yearning to have his skin on yours, while his fingers struggle to undo his pants.  

Both your hands roam around each other's body, Robert’s mouth connects on every part of you.  Kisses and nips that take their time, almost as if to commit your body to memory.  Humming along your skin until you arch your back to bring your body closer to his.  “Robert.”

“Can I just not fucking enjoy your body for a minute?” “I just...” “I know you want me to properly fuck you.  Let me enjoy this, and I promise you I’ll fuck you a lot better than that cuck husband ever did.  Now shut the fuck up before I gag you.”

While his words are harsh, his movements continue to be steady and light.  Fingers that tickle along your skin, his mouth and tongue touch every part of your soft skin.  Spending extra time on your peaked nipples, warm mouth that heats you up, before blowing cold air onto you dampened chest.

The smooth care he takes on you is abruptly taken away when he jerks your legs apart.  Gasping as his lips kiss up your thighs, beard that scratches at your sensitive skin, as his eyes watch your face.  Loving how responsive your body is to his mouth.  With a quick smile up at you he dives into your weeping cunt.  Eating up your arousal that spread to your thighs.  

His tongue kitten licks your clit, causing you to whimper, while his mouth buries deeper into you.  Your fingers, push aside his brunette locks to study his face.  Noticing for the first time the bright blue of his eyes.  The way the light reflects off them, making them almost sparkle.  Before you can further study the softness that radiates from him, his tongue enters your drenched channel.  Sobbing with the way he works you; never did you feel this way with Paul, and it makes you want Robert more.

“Robert...I need to feel you, please.”

His body pulls back, face wiping your glaze off his beard on your reddened thigh before he crawls up your body.  Lips kissing all the way up before crashing into you.  Tasting yourself on his tongue, and loving every minute of him over you.  Robert readjusts his body, mouth nibbling around your neck before you feel his cock enter you.  His tip slowly going through your folds, a long deep moan exiting his mouth that vibrates on your neck causing you to keen at the feel of him.

When he bottoms out, he holds himself there.  This time giving your body the chance to adjust to the stretch of your cunt.  Both of you breathe the other in, looking up at him, not feeling loved, but feeling cared for.  He was willing to kill Paul, for you.  Willing to let you stay, because you had nowhere to go.  Everything he’s done, he’s done it all for you.  Justifying the fucked-up trap, that he led you right to.  And you forgive him for that, because you saw Paul for what he really is.

“Fuck, this feels better this time, doesn’t it?  You actually want me, huh, pretty girl?  You feel me stretching you out?”  Robert begins to fuck into you with slow and languid thrusts, filling every part of you up.

“Yes...it’s amazing.”  Mouths attach again, but it’s more soaking up the others breaths.

Robert rolls the two of you over, positioning your body to straddle him, all the while nothing leaving your warmth.  “Want to feel you fuck me.”  You roll your hips over him, hands pressing on his thick toned chest, while his hands hold tightly to your hips.  “So, fucking good.”  His hand stings your ass with the quick smack he deals you.  Hearing the mewl that releases from your throat, he slaps you again, before grasping tightly to your reddened cheek.

“You and me...we’re going to be fucking trouble.”  The thought of you and him, makes you speed up your pace, loving the change of his breathing with every motion on top of him.  Feeling like his queen as you ride him, and his face shows exactly how you’re making him feel.  He might be a master manipulator, but in this moment, you own this man that evokes so much fear and respect.

Speeding up even more as you search for that release.  “Want you to fill me up.” Your voice breathless, and he can only smile.  Eyebrows furrowing with the anticipation of the oncoming orgasm.

“Feel you squeezing me so tight.  Want you to let go.”  The gentle movements of his hands cause your head to tilt back with your eyes closed tightly, and then his fingers pinch your nipples.  “Cum.” His grip tightens and you feel yourself gush all over him.  His seeds spurting deeply in your cunt.  The warmth of him nearly making you cum again.  Your body trembles as you come down from your high.

Falling down on top of him, Robert’s fingers brush on your back.  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.  But we’re going to have to go over some rules.” “What type of rules are these?” you curiously ask.

“First rule...you’re mine.  I’m not big on sharing.  And you will get a divorce, or I will kill him.”

“What’s the second rule?”

“If I continue, you’re stuck with me.  So what will it be?”

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