hi everyone! i’m happy to announce that i’m going to be participating in whumptober/flufftober again! just like last year, i have decided to mix up both writing events! some days will be whump and then some other days will be fluff :)
rules/information
you must be 18+ to participate in this since it does feature heavy topics, and my account isn’t for minors in the first place, so please unfollow if you are
during this event, i wont be posting any other fics or taking any fic requests. i just wanna put all of my focus on these fics
here's the list of the fictional characters that i'll be accepting requests for whumptober/flufftober!
here's an example of what your request can look like: day 2 with eddie diaz, pulled underwater (whumptober) or day 26 with jake seresin, road trip (flufftober)
crossed out means that someone has sent in a request for that day
this is the whumptober list that i'll be using for some days and this is the flufftober list that i'll be using for the other days! all credits go to the original owners!
the last day to send any request for the event will be august 28th, no later than that
here's the taglist if you wanna be tagged in these fics!
day 1: “this is so romantic.” “you’re so weird.”
day 2: pulled underwater | electrical burns | “i never expected this from you.”
day 3: magical affliction | struggling to breathe | “pain makes you taste sweeter.”
day 4: substance withdrawal | moments too late | “shh, shh, you’re okay.”
day 5: reading nook
day 6: pet shop
day 7: trapped in a small space | dehydration | “how many fingers am i holding up?”
day 8: sibling caretaker | whumpee trivializing their own trauma | “me? what about you?”
day 9: “stay?” (alt/replacement prompt)
day 10: “are you sure?”
day 11: baking together
day 12: physiological torture | hallucinations | “this is where you belong.”
day 13: creating a new playlist
day 14: thrown into a wall | blood draining | “look at you, pathetic.”
day 15: watching a game/show/concert
day 16: moment of softness | losing a comfort item | “i hate you.” … “i love you too.”
day 17: “absolutely not!” “absolutely yes!”
day 18: collapsing from exhaustion | hunted like an animal | “this is how you repay me?”
day 19: group activity
day 20: bridal carry | weakness | “sweet dreams, whumpee.”
Warnings: None, just fluff and body positivity. Reader has a larger bust but is gender neutral. Mentions of boobs and back pain.
Prompt: Reader having a larger chest size (DDD+) and having to deal with the effects of it.
An: I love having a bigger chest but it is such an issue sometimes!! Hope you enjoy!! <3
Word count: 1.2k
Having a larger chest was never fun.
The back pain was the worst of it. It was constant and unrelenting. It was a dull ache that settled between your shoulder blades and never quite went away. You'd learned to stretch in weird ways; twisting your spine, rolling your shoulders, arching your back until you heard something crack.
It helped. Sometimes. Ok, sometimes no, but what could you really do?
"Are you okay?" Sam had asked the first time he saw you do it. You'd been mid-stretch, your arms above your head, your back arched in a way that looked kind of painful.
"Yeah." You'd winced as something popped. "Just...my back."
"Your back?"
"It's a whole thing." You'd dropped your arms, rolling your shoulders. "Big boob problems."
Sam had blinked. He'd opened his mouth, closed it. His ears had gone pink.
"I...I'm sorry?" he'd finally managed.
"It's fine." You'd shrugged. "You get used to it."
He hadn't said anything else. But you'd noticed him watching you after that, not in a creepy way, but with concern. Like he was cataloging every wince, every stretch, every time you adjusted your posture.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
The clothing was its own damn nightmare.
Anything baggy made you look twice your size. Anything fitted was immediately "inappropriate." Shirts that were supposed to be normal length became crop tops. Tank tops that were supposed to be modest became scandalous. You'd learned to buy extra-long tops, to size up, to carefully choose button ups that do not make you like you belong in some porno.
It was exhausting.
"Is that a crop top?" Sam had asked one day, looking at your shirt for a second.
"It's supposed to be a normal shirt."
"Oh."
"Oh."
Sam had looked at you and something had clicked behind his eyes. "It's too short because of...?"
"Because of these." You'd gestured vaguely at your chest. "They take up all the fabric."
Sam's ears had gone pink again. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
"Still." He'd reached over, his hand squeezing at yours. "That sounds frustrating."
"It is." You'd smiled. "But you get used to it."
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
The unwanted attention was the worst.
You'd been flirted with. Leered at. Grabbed. Objectified. People who saw your chest before they saw your face, who assumed you were "easy" or "asking for it" based on something you couldn't control.
It made you tired. It made you angry. It made you want to hide in hoodies and never leave the house.
When you and Sam started dating, you'd braced yourself for it.
Sam had never looked at you like that. Not once. From the very beginning, his eyes had been on your face, your smile, the way you laughed at his jokes. He'd treated you like a person. Like someone worth knowing.
It was nice. It was really nice.
"You know," you'd said one night, "you're the only person who's never stared."
Sam had blinked. "Stared at what?"
"At..." You'd gestured at your chest. "You know. The obvious."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "I would never do that, baby."
"I know. That's why I'm telling you." You'd smiled. "It's...nice. Being seen as a person."
"You are a person." He'd said it like it was obvious. Like he couldn't imagine seeing you any other way. "You're the most interesting person I know."
You'd kissed him for that. His lips were so so soft, and he'd cupped your cheek like you were something precious.
Not in the way other people did. You'd been too busy noticing his eyes, his cute hair, and his arms. Those grabbed your attention way more often, especially when he flexed or when they were in use.
But then you'd started dating, and you'd realized...oh.
Sam had a nice chest.
Now they were built from exercise and years of hunting. He filled out his shirts in ways that made your mouth dry. When he hugged you, you could feel the strength in his shoulders, the steady beat of his heart against your ear.
"I get it now," you'd admitted one night, your head on his chest.
"Get what?"
"Why people appreciate larger chests." You'd pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Yours is really nice."
Sam had laughed. "That's not the same thing."
"It kind of is."
"It's really not."
"Fine. But I still appreciate it."
He'd kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "I appreciate yours too."
"You just appreciate that it's attached to me."
"That's true." He'd paused. "But I also appreciate...you know."
"You know?"
"Your...chest." His ears had gone pink. "It's comfortable."
"Comfortable?"
"To rest on. They're like pillows."
You'd laughed quietly. "That's the best compliment I've ever gotten."
"It's true."
You'd kissed him for that, and he'd melted into you like he always did.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
The back pain didn't go away.
But it got easier to manage. Sam had learned to recognize the signs; the way you'd roll your shoulders, the way you'd stretch your back, and the way you'd wince when you stood up too quickly.
"Let me," he said, his hands pressed to your shoulders and his thumbs finding the knots in your muscles.
"Sam, you don't have to..."
"I want to." He whispered. "Sweetheart, you're in pain."
"It's just back pain."
"It's still pain." He'd slowly worked his thumbs into your shoulders. "You shouldn't have to deal with it alone."
You'd closed your eyes. "You're too good to me."
"I'm not good enough."
"You're perfect."
He'd kissed the back of your neck. "I'm just trying."
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
The body image stuff was harder. Like near impossible on some days.
You'd spent years being told your body was "too much." Too much fabric. Too much attention. Too much everything. It was hard to unlearn that, hard to look in the mirror and see something other than an inconvenience.
Sam helped. Of course, he helped.
He never stared, never made you feel like your body was something to be ogled. But he made sure you knew he found you beautiful.
"You're gorgeous," he'd say, out of nowhere. His lips would be kissing the top of your head, loving the faded smell of your shampoo lingering in your hair. "I don't know if I've told you that today."
"You tell me every day."
"Every day isn't enough."
He'd kiss you all sweetly, and for a moment you'd feel like the most beautiful person in the world.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
"You know," you'd said one night, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Sam blinked, his ears going pink. "Really?"
"Really." You'd reached over, your hand finding his. "You make me feel understood." You'd smiled. "That's all I've ever wanted."
Sam had squeezed your hand while gently bumping his forehead against yours.
"You make me feel the same way," he said. "Every day."
You'd kissed him for that, it was warm and slow and full of everything you couldn't say.
And when you pulled back, he was smiling like you'd hung the stars 𑣲.
Summary: how they react to you waking them up in the middle of the night because you’re horny
Warning: fingering, thigh riding, use of vibrator, oral (f!receiving), implied sexual themes
DICK GRAYSON
“Dickie,” you whisper shaking Dick slightly. You already felt terrible waking him up, but you could not ignore the throbbing that was going on between your legs. You shook him again a little harder this time until a low hum left his lips. He opens his eyes slowly, but jumps to alertness when he sees you waking him up.
“Whats wrong? Are you okay?” He asks in rapid succession, looking around the room to assess for any danger. In a different scenario, this scene would be hilarious. Dick with his hair sticking out in all directions and a crazy look in his eye. But the longer this went on, the more you questioned your decision.
“Everything’s okay Dick, there’s no danger” you say, placing a comforting hand on his chest hoping to slow his racing heart. He releases a breath and lays back down slowly.
“Why’d you wake me up princess?” He asks, taking the hand that was on his chest and interlocking his fingers with it. Dick looked at you with soft eyes. His tone was not mad or accusatory, just curious as he watched you bite you lip.
“I- uhh…” you struggle at first “I was, I am really horny and I couldn’t sleep. I was hoping you could help me out” you say quickly, voice small and refusing to look at him as you felt your cheeks warm. Dick’s smile takes over his whole face as he gets closer to you and begins kissing your neck. He teases you by tracing your skin all the way down to your panties. You whimper when he finally begins to rub you over the thin material.
“My girl’s gone shy on me” he teases in your ear “Waking me up so I can touch her”. His voice was still husky with sleep, causing you to clench around nothing. Dick slipped his hand into your panties before dragging a finger up your folds. Finding your hole, he dipped one of his long fingers inside of you causing you to let out a broken moan.
“So wet for me. You should’ve woke me up sooner”
JASON TODD
You grunt in frustration taking your hands out of your shorts. You woke up to an incessant throb between your legs. Wanting to be a good girlfriend and let your vigilante boyfriend sleep, you tried to take care of it yourself. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend had you spoiled you with touch, and nothing would compare to his hands on you. The way he caressed the soft, gentle plains of your body. You huff and roll over to your side taking in your boyfriend. Laying on his back, shirtless, mouth slightly open, and looking good enough to eat. You have always enjoyed watching Jason sleep because it is his most peaceful state. Temporarily unhaunted by the demons that plague him when his eyes are open.
That doesn’t stop you from straddling Jason’s thigh and laying on his chest. You were debating how horny you were and if it was worth it to wake him up or not. Luck for you, Jason was not a deep sleeper and the feeling of your weight on him had his eyes opening. He looks at you briefly confused before putting his hands on your back. He knows this is not how the two of you feel asleep last night, but leans his head back to close his eyes once more thinking you just wanted to cuddle.
“Everything alright ma?” He asks curiously. Jason’s body was relaxed knowing any real danger would have awoken him well before you. You press a couple kisses to his chest before looking at him.
“I’m okay baby,” you reassure. “Just got a little problem I wanted your help with”. Jason lifts his head again to look at you, raising his eyebrow in silent question. His thumbs rub soothing circles onto your back as you feel your body melt into his.
Without saying anything more, you grab one of his hands and make room for it between your bodies. Guiding his hand right over your mound. Jason’s eyebrows shoot up before a smirk settles on his face. He chuckles darkly looking at you.
“Awe, you woke me up to get yourself off?” He asks rhetorically and you nod in confirmation. Jason pulls you in to press a lazy kiss to your lips. When he pulls away he places both hands behind his head. It was your turn to be confused as you opened your eyes to question him.
“Oh c’mon baby, you just woke me up to use me” he says and before you can argue he flexes his thigh underneath you, cutting of your words. “Use me then baby”
BRUCE WAYNE
Laying next to your husband, you do everything to keep your moans down. The bullet vibrator working, pressed right against your clit while you close your eyes. You had been needy for Bruce all day, but when he came home he got into bed and passed out. It was so unusual for the man to get any sleep at all, so there was no way you were waking him up. Even if you wanted him desperately.
The bullet was not Bruce by any means but it would have to do. Despite your best effort, little huffs and moans spilled past your lips. You whisper to yourself, imagining it was Bruce down there and not some machine. Just as your climax was approaching, you feel Bruce’s large hard on your stomach. One of the consequences of being married to the world’s greatest detective was that not much got by him. Including your own failed attempt to get yourself off right next to him.
“You should’ve woke me up my love, instead of using that stupid thing,” he says kissing behind your ear. As much as you wanted Bruce to rest, you weren’t gonna lie and say you weren’t happy he was up now.
“Wanted you to rest Bruce. You know how I feel about your constant sleep deprivation,” you rebut feeling him take the vibrator from your fingers.
“How am I supposed to rest knowing my wife’s needs are not met?” he whispers to you. “Want my help?” He asks and you nod vigorously. He turns you onto your side, getting himself set to slide into you swiftly. When you feel him slip inside your heat, both of you release shuddered breaths. Bruce takes his time, making slow love to you.
WALLY WEST
You crawl on top of Wally and begin to press kisses all over his face, hoping to wake him up in the most gentle way possible. It takes a minute but his eyes flutter open to look at you. “Mmm babe… what time is it?” He grumbles, voice still hoarse with sleep.
“That is irrelevant. Remember when you said I could wake you up at any time if I ever needed something and you were asleep?” You ask, continuing to kiss all over his face and down his neck. His hands come up to yours hips out of instinct and he begins to massage them.
“Yea, of course I do?. What do you need?”
“I’m horny”
Wally blinks up at you before he starts to laugh. You pull away to look at him a pout on your face “why are you laughing at me?”
“Because babe. I was thinking that was more for emergencies and if you needed serious help” Wally says still laughing causing you to playfully hit his chest.
“But this is an emergency and I do need serious help! If my boyfriend doesn’t touch me I am going to die!” You say dramatically letting your body collapse fully on top of Wally’s. He rest his hands under your thighs before rolling you two over to be on top of you. He’s stopped laughing but his smile is still there.
“You want me to help out?” He asks, and now it is Wally’s turn to start kissing your neck.
“No, I need you too Wals. I need you to touch me so bad” you beg running your hands through his already messy hair. He looks at you with a smirk as his kisses trail down your body.
“I got you pretty girl. I’ll take care of you” he states before burying his face in your pussy.
As always, picking what prompts to include was really hard thanks to you guys' wonderful brains, but we hope this list will excite many of you! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut. Please check the FAQ below before sending asks.
FAQ and Rules
What sort of content can I create for this event?
You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content. You're also free to combine these prompts with the prompts of any other event.
Do I need to make 31 things to participate?
Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you. Your works can be separate oneshots or one continuous fic, or something in-between.
How do I interpret these prompts?
Creativity is the name of the game here! If you don't understand a prompt, feel free to send us an ask about it. However, the important thing is you can interpret the prompts however you want. For example, 'heat' could be literal (fever, heatstroke, burn wounds) or figurative (somebody getting heat for something). The dialogue prompts are allowed to be slightly rewritten to fit better for the character whose mouth it's coming out of, be that the whumpee, whumpter, or caretaker. As long as you're having fun!
What are these alts about?
If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice. This will count as having covered that day for completionists.
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It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw content, since we'll be using that tag on this blog too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.
There will be an AO3 collection like every year. It will be linked here once created (closer to October).
What's this I hear about badges/achievements?
For those who want an extra challenge, we come up with a set of achievements each year in addition to the 'completionist' one for you to strive for. Each achievement you complete comes with a cool little badge, hand drawn by our very own Mod Radio, which you can claim at the end of the event. A full list of the achievements will be linked here once created (closer to October).
That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!
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Plain text versions of the prompts:
October 1: Used like an object - Sacrificial lamb - "Can't you see you're hurting them?!"
October 2: Pulled underwater - Electrical burns - "I never expected this from you."
October 3: Magical affliction - Struggling to breathe - "Pain makes you taste sweeter."
October 4: Substance withdrawal - Moments too late - "Shhh, shhh, you're okay."
October 5: Life altering injury - Pushed to the limit - "Go to hell!"
October 6: Arranged Marriage - Misunderstanding leads to whump - "I deserve this."
October 7: Trapped in a small space - Dehydration - "How many fingers am I holding up?"
October 8: Sibling caretaker - Whumpee trivializing their own trauma - "Me?! What about you?!"
October 9: Forced to fight - In the nick of time - "What happened? You look half dead."
October 10: No sedation - Flinching - "Just hold on a little longer."
October 11: War prize - Gilded cage - "You'll live to regret that, I'll make sure of it."
October 12: Psychological torture - Hallucinations - "This is where you belong."
October 13: Human shield - Surprised at being offered aid - "You're hurt because of me."
October 14: Thrown into a wall - Blood draining - "Look at you. Pathetic."
October 15: Last one left of a species - Raised in a laboratory - "Whatever happens, just remember that I love you."
October 16: Moment of softness - Losing a comfort item - “I hate you"..."I love you too.”
October 17: Apotheosis/Deification - Resurrection - "I'm saving you from yourself."
October 18: Collapsing from exhaustion - Hunted like an animal - "This is how you repay me?"
October 19: Nonconsensual body modifications - Unconventional limb removal - "Be good."
October 20: Bridal carry - Weakness - "Sweet dreams, whumpee."
October 22: Unconscious for days/weeks - Classic sickfic - "Hey, open your eyes. Stay awake for me."
October 23: Unwilling witness - Blindfolded - "I miss it more than I can ever explain."
October 24: Everybody you once loved is dead - Scar torn open - "Please don't lie to me."
October 25: Living weapon - Forced to hurt somebody - "If you love me, you'll do it."
October 26: Fever causes a seizure - Can't see straight - "I thought it was just a cold."
October 27: Infection spread through bite - Rash - "Don't touch it, you'll make it worse."
October 28: Flogging/Whipping - Hanging - "I just want it to stop."
October 29: Stabbed in the back - Untrustworthy - "At least I never pretended to be anything I'm not."
October 30: Public humiliation - Involuntary tremors - “Takes one to know one, hm?”
October 31: (Found) family but they suck - Reading the will - "You actually thought I cared? That's hilarious."
ALTS:
1. Haywire instincts
2. Shaving
3. Forced bitching
4. Time loop
5. Döppleganger/Changeling
6. Tampering with food or drink
7. Eldritch horror
request: anon said- hello, you are one of the few who wrote for tim branford. I would like to ask you for a story where the reader is kidnapped by a criminal who has a vendetta against him. angst but happy? Thanks
summary: While you're home alone with your nine month old daughter, your house gets broken into by two people who have a vendetta against Tim, and they end up kidnapping you too
warnings: angst, cussing, kidnapping, established relationship, running away, torture, mention of tim’s gun, blood, house being broken into, tim and the reader are parents, crying, begging, sad!tim, hospital, vulnerability, escaping, the reader getting rescued, hospitalization, anger, slight mention of tim being an army veteran, broken glass, tim blaming himself for what happened, tim comforting the reader, slight mention of tim and the reader’s baby being alone after the reader got kidnapped, the reader having a knife to her throat, gun being pointed towards angela’s direction, slight mention of tim being a police sergeant, genny comforting tim, the reader being held hostage in some sort of shed, house being in disarray when tim arrives home, happy ending. please proceed with caution if you decide to read this. if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 8.7k+
a/n: this request has been sitting in my drafts for a few years now, so, i truly apologize for that, anon! hopefully, you will somehow see that i have written your request after all this time! also, thank you to @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me <3
It was a nice quiet Friday night in your and Tim’s home. You were lying in bed watching reruns of Chicago Fire while your nine-month-old daughter slept in her crib in her bedroom. It was just the two of you at home since Tim was still working. Most likely, he was finishing up paperwork. Tim has always waited until the last hour of his shift to do paperwork.
While you were rewatching the runs of Chicago Fire, you suddenly heard some sort of noise coming from down the hall. It sounded like it came from Tim’s office. You immediately sat up in bed, and you quickly turned off the TV. Then you quickly looked over to the baby monitor that was on the nightstand on your side of the bed. You checked if the noise woke up Vanessa. Luckily, it didn't. She was still soundly sleeping in her crib. So, then you reached over to where your phone was on the nightstand with the baby monitor and grabbed it. You dialed 9-1-1 on your phone but didn’t press the call button yet. You decided to get out of bed and see what the noise was. You grabbed the bat from under the bed and exited the bedroom. You quietly walked down the hallway to see what the noise was.
When you reached the door of Tim’s office, your heart dropped. The door was open just a bit for you to see the inside of it. You saw a man going through all of his stuff. There were papers everywhere, all over the floor. A few of the filing cabinets were opened with a whole bunch of folders thrown onto his desk, and a few framed pictures that he hung up on the walls were broken. The man didn’t even notice that you were standing there, but you did feel someone come up behind you and put a hand over your mouth.
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Tim was glad that he was finally home. He couldn’t wait to be in bed with you, and possibly get some snuggles from his daughter if she was still awake. Tim loved being a father. It was one of the best things that happened to him. Tim turned off his truck and got out. He closed his truck door behind him. When he approached the front door, he immediately noticed that the door was open halfway. He knew that wasn’t a good sign at all. He reached for his gun from his holster and entered his home. When he entered his home, he noticed that nothing was really out of the ordinary, except that there were framed pictures of you both, and your daughter too, thrown on the ground with broken glass surrounding them. While he was examining the pictures that were thrown on the floor, Vanessa started crying. Somehow she must have sensed that Tim was home. Tim quickly put his gun back into his holster and sprinted down the hallway to Vanessa’s bedroom.
When Tim entered Vanessa’s bedroom, she was standing up in her crib, holding onto the railing. The sight in front of Tim broke his heart. Tim wasted no time walking up to Vanessa’s crib and picking her up. Tim was swaying her back and forth trying his best to calm her down. While he was doing that, he pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1.
“9-1-1. What’s your emergency?” The operator said on the other end of the phone.
“This is Sergeant Bradford with the Mid-Wilshire Police Department. Badge number, three-four-eight- three. I need every patrol car that is in the proximity of 3065 Sunset Avenue. My wife has been kidnapped,” Tim said to the operator on the other end then ended the call. After he did, Tim walked out of his house with Vanessa in his arms. He was still swaying her back and forth to calm her down. It was helping just a little though. Her cries have just turned into her whimpering instead.
Not too long after Tim did walk out of his house. He saw patrol cars from both directions of the street arrive. Tim felt relieved seeing all of the patrol cars showing up. John, Celina, Lucy, Nyla, Angela, Lieutenant Grey, and a few other officers got out of the cars. Some ran into the house to search it, a few went on each side of the house to check for anything, and Angela was the one to walk up to Tim to ask him what happened.
“I was leaving a crime scene a few blocks from here when the call came in, so what the hell happened?” She asked as she approached him.
“Y/N’s missing,” were the only words that came out of Tim’s mouth. After Tim said those words, he started having tears roll down his face. Tim couldn’t gather the fact that someone decided to break into your shared home, take you with them, and then leave your daughter alone in her crib for who knows for long.
The sight in front of Angela broke her heart. It’s rare for Tim to get upset about things, but this situation was completely different since it involved you. Also, Angela knew that the sight in front of her too is gonna stick in her mind for a while. In a way, the case is hitting close to home for everyone. Angela considers you a close friend of hers. “Omg, you’re fucking serious? Do you have any idea who could have possibly taken her?” she asked.
“No,” he shook his head. “I just got home and I was disoriented, and Vanessa started crying in her bedroom,” Tim said.
Angela’s eyes widened, “She was alone? For how long?”
“I don’t know,” Tim stuttered. Tim was starting to beat himself up. He should have been home when this all went down. You would still be here. Your daughter wouldn’t be so scared right now. Also, on top of that, whoever is responsible for your kidnapping would be sitting in the back of the squad car instead of running around free with you.
“We’re gonna find her,” Angela promised Tim as she put her hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him.
Tim just nodded his head.
“Tim, you need to see this,” Nyla called out from the doorway of the front door. Tim turned around and nodded his head.
“Do you want me to hold her until you’re done with Nyla has to show you?” Angela asked, referring to Vanessa who was in Tim’s arms.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Angela gave him a light smile.
Tim handed Vanessa to Angela and headed back into his house to see what Nyla had to show him. Nyla directed him to his home office. When he approached his home office, he noticed that everything was disoriented. He saw case files scattered across his desk and broken picture frames on his desk too. He entered his office and walked up to his desk to get a closer look at everything. When he did, he noticed that the broken pictures were all pictures that he was in. Some of them were pictures from his days in the Army. Some were from when he first joined the LAPD. Some were even pictures of when Vanessa was first born. Tim found it strange that all of the pictures that were broken were pictures that he was in. There were pictures of just you and Vanessa that were on the untouched walls. Tim had a feeling that whoever kidnapped you had something against him. That would explain why all of the pictures that he was in were broken.
“What the fuck?” Tim whispered under his breath.
“Do you have any idea why the person who took Y/N was in your home office? And what could they possibly be looking for?” Nyla questioned Tim. Nyla was hoping that maybe Tim would know, because if he did, then it would make it a lot easier to find you.
“I have no idea,” Tim shook his head. “Everything here is work-related. I don’t have anything valuable here.”
“And, nothing was taken from your house either,” Nyla informed. “So, my best guess is maybe whoever took Y/N had something against you and took her to get some sort of revenge on you. That could explain all of the pictures that you are in are destroyed.”
Nyla had a good point there, because if someone from your past was behind your kidnapping. Most likely they would have broken all of the pictures that you were just in, not the other way around.
“So with that being said,” Nyla started her sentence off with. “Angela and I will head back to the station and investigate deeply about your past. Maybe there's someone from your past who is behind this,” she said. “Also, we will go ahead and check POD footage. Maybe a traffic cam caught something,” Nyla hoped.
“What should I do in the meantime?” Tim asked her.
Nyla sighed, “Well, first things first, your house is a crime scene, so you can’t stay here until it’s all clear to do so. Secondly, what you should do is just let us handle this. Due to protocol, you already know that you can’t work on this case with the rest of us. We will put all of our focus on getting Y/N back,” Nyla explained.
“Screw, protocol. It’s my wife who’s missing. I need to be on this case,” Tim demanded.
Before Nyla could say anything. Lieutenant Grey entered the room and walked up to Nyla and Tim. “She’s right though,” he said. “It’s standard procedure. You can’t be on the case. It hits too close to home for you. Plus, you need to put all of your focus on your daughter. Granted, she’s way too young to know what’s currently going on, but still, you need to be there for her,” He explained.
“Understand, sir,” Tim nodded his head. Tim wasn't gonna argue or beg his boss that he needs to work the case. Grey was right. Tim needs to put all of his focus on Vanessa and be there for her. “I’ll go ahead and pack bags for Vanessa and me, since Nyla mentioned that I can’t stay here since my house is an active crime scene,” Tim added.
“Do you have an idea where you can stay in the meantime?” Grey asked.
Tim sighed, “My sister’s house. I’m gonna call her and see if she’s okay with me staying there until this whole case is solved.”
“Okay,” Grey nodded his head.
Tim walked past Lieutenant Grey and Nyla, and out of his office to go outside and call Genny.
When he got outside, Angela was still out there holding Vanessa, and talking to Lucy. Both of them noticed that he headed over to where his truck was parked in the driveway and that he had his phone to his ear.
———
Tim got off the phone with his sister. He explained everything that was happening and that he couldn’t stay at his house since it was a crime scene due to the kidnapping. When Tim explained all of that to Genny, she couldn’t process it. She couldn’t gather the facts that her very own sister-in-law was missing and the fact that her niece was left alone, crying in her crib.
“What’s going on? Who did you get off the phone with?” Angela asked when Tim approached her and Lucy.
“My sister,” he answered. “I asked her if it’s okay if Vanessa and I stay at her house due to what’s going on.”
“What did she say?” Angela asked as she handed Vanessa back to Tim.
Tim sighed, “She said that she’s completely fine with Vanessa and me staying over at her house. She is shaken up by the fact that Y/N was kidnapped though.”
“Are you going to head over there right now?” Lucy chimed in.
“Not yet,” Tim answered Lucy’s question. “I have to go back inside and pack some things up for Vanessa and me.”
Tim handed Vanessa again to Angela, so that he could go back into his house to pack bags for both of them. When Tim entered his house again, he didn’t want to spend so much time in it, so he walked straight to your shared bedroom. When he walked in, he saw your side of the bed unmade and the TV was paused. Tim walked over to your shared closet and grabbed the duffel bag from the top shelf. Tim started grabbing shirts from the closet, pants from his drawer, and any clothing he was going to need. He grabbed his toilet trees from the bathroom and put them in the duffel bag with his clothing. Tim walked out of the bedroom and headed to Vanessa’s bedroom.
Tim reached Vanessa’s bedroom and grabbed the travel bag from her closet. Tim packed clothes, diapers, toys, and her baby blanket. After Tim was done packing, he exited her bedroom. While Tim was still in the house, he headed over to the kitchen to grab a container of formula and a few of her bottles. When he got all of the supplies that he needed, he walked out of his house.
“You got everything you need?” Angela asked when Tim approached her and Lucy again.
“Yes,” Tim nodded his head.
“Do you want a police escort to your sister's house?” Angela asked. It’s the least thing Angela could do for him, especially in the situation that he’s currently in.
“Yes, please,” Tim said.
Angela just nodded her head, and then she followed Tim to his truck with Vanessa who was still in her arms. He unlocked his truck once he reached it. Tim opened the back door and put the bags on the back seat next to Vanessa’s car seat. Angela handed Vanessa over to Tim and he got her situated in her car seat. Once he did, he closed the door and walked to the driver's side door.
“Are you ready to go?” Tim asked Angela when he got into the driver's side of his truck and rolled down the window.
“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “Let me just head over to my car and then we’ll head over to your sister’s house.”
Angela walked over to her unmarked car that was parked right in front of Tim’s house. Angela got in and then headed down the street. At the same time, Tim pulled out of his driveway. He was right behind her to follow her to his sister’s house.
———
Tim and Angela both arrived at Genny’s house. Tim turned off the engine and got out. Same for Angela. Tim opened the back seat door and got his stuff out.
“Do you help carry anything?” Angela asked when she walked up to Tim.
“Yes,” he nodded. “My bag and Vanessa’s bag. My hands are full just by carrying her in her car seat.”
Angela didn't say anything, she went ahead and grabbed his bag and Vanessa’s bag. Tim unbuckled Vanessa’s car seat from the back seat and then he closed the door. Once he was settled, he closed the door and locked his truck. Both of them walked up to Genny’s front porch. Before either one of them could ring the doorbell, Genny opened the door. Genny wished she were seeing her older brother under different circumstances, not seeing him due to his house being an active crime scene since his wife had been kidnapped.
“Come on in,” Genny said softly as she stepped out of the way for him and Angela to enter.
Tim and Angela both stepped inside. Genny closed the door once they entered her house. Tim set down Vanessa’s car seat on the coffee table in the living room, took her out of it, and started swaying her back and forth to keep her from waking up. Angela set down what she was carrying for Tim on Genny’s couch.
“Come here,” Genny said to Tim once he was settled. She brought him into a comforting hug. Tim needed a hug at the moment, especially from his little sister, and especially after what had happened in the past few hours.
“Do you need anything else before I head back to the station?” Angela asked Tim after he pulled away from Genny’s hug.
Tim sighed, “I want my wife back, that’s what I need.”
Tim’s response broke Angela’s heart. She knew how badly the situation was affecting him. Angela knows how much Tim loves you. She knows that he’ll do anything to get her back.
“Tim, I promise you that we are gonna do everything we can to get Y/N back,” She reassured him.
“You promise?” Tim asked.
“Yes, I promise,” Angela nodded her head. “Also, if your mind changes about needing anything, don’t hesitate to call me,” she said.
“Okay,” Tim just nodded his head. Tim was just all quiet about this whole situation. He wasn’t saying much, or having any reaction. It’s like he just shut down. No one could blame him though.
“I’ll walk you out,” Genny spoke up.
She walked Angela outside to her unmarked car. Once Angela got into her car, she took off and headed back to the station. Genny then walked back into her house.
———
“Find anything yet?” Angela asked when she approached Nyla’s desk. Angela was hoping she did, so then they could get to the bottom of this case.
“No, I haven’t,” She shook her head. “I even checked the POD figure in the area where Tim and Y/N live. Nothing came up. Whoever took Y/N is smart and knows how to avoid traffic cams. Also, I have been looking into Tim’s past to see who could be behind Y/N’s kidnapping, but nothing has stuck out so far,” Nyla added.
“You want a fresh pair of eyes on trying to find the person from Tim’s past who could be behind the kidnapping?” Angela offered.
“Yes, please,” Nyla pleaded. Nyla knew that having an extra set of hands to help would make the case a little easier to solve.
Angela took a seat at her desk which was right across from Nyla’s desk. Nyla handed her a stack of case files. Angela knew that her and Nyla were most likely gonna be up for the night looking through each case file.
“The stack of case files that I just handed over to you is the most high-profile arrest that Tim has made in the past year as a Sergeant. Maybe in one of the case files there could be something that stands out, and maybe that something could give us an answer on who is behind this whole kidnapping,” Nyla explained.
“Got it,” Angela nodded. Angela then grabbed the first case from the stack and opened it. She started to go over the report that was written up by Tim and possibly see if the current person could be behind the kidnapping.
“How’s Tim doing?” Nyla questioned.
Angela looked up from the case file that she was going over and looked at Nyla. Angela sighs, “Not well. You can tell that this whole thing is messing with his emotions. I feel so bad for him. Also, it’s like he just shut down. He didn't even have any sort of reaction or emotion when we arrived at his sister’s house.”
“I mean, can you blame him though?” Nyla shrugged her shoulders. “His wife is missing and who knows where she might be right now?” she said.
“You do have a good point there. I just really wonder where Y/N is,” Angela frowned.
“I do too,” Nyla sighed.
———
The last thing you remember was that a stranger’s hand covered your mouth and then a bag was thrown over your head. That had to have been about two hours ago, or maybe longer, who knows? You were now in some abandoned shed by the looks of it. There was a huge window on your right side. You couldn’t make anything outside the window since it was dark out. The only light source was the moonlight. It was coming from a different window that was on the other side of the shed you were in. You weren’t alone in this shed, the two kidnappers were with you. They were sitting near the door of this shed that you were in, so there was no chance that you could escape and try to get help. If you did have the chance to escape, you wouldn’t know where to run to in the first place. You had no idea where you were.
“Look who's finally awake,” One of the kidnappers said.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” you begged.
The kidnapper scoffed, “Well, since you asked, I’m Mark, and that’s my brother, Jason,” he pointed to the person who was standing next to him. “And what we want is your beloved husband, Tim. So where is he?” Mark asked.
“I have no idea,” you lied.
“Yes, you do!” Mark yelled.
“No, I don’t,” you shook your head. “If I knew, wouldn’t you think I would tell you? Plus, what do you even want from him?”
Mark crouched down to be at eye level with you since you were sitting down on a random couch that was in the shed that you were being held in, “I want him to pay for what he did to my brother and me.”
“And what is that?” you croaked.
“He arrested us,” Mark stated. “Then he sent us up to Pelican Bay,” Mark said as he stood back up.
“So? You want to get revenge for that then?” you asked Marked.
“Exactly,” He nodded. “So? Let’s try this again, where is Tim?”
You know that these two kidnappers aren’t gonna stop until you officially give them an answer that they wanna hear, so it’s gonna be a very long night for you. You just wanted someone to rescue you, your husband to rescue you, to be exact, and put these two men back in prison.
———
It has been over three hours since this whole incident occurred. Tim still hasn’t heard anything from either Nyla, Angela, or Lieutenant Grey. He was hoping that maybe towards the end of the night, he would get some news from them. If he does, he probably won’t have a hard time sleeping tonight, because he won’t be so worried and stressed out about the whole thing. If he doesn’t get any sort of news, then it's gonna be a very long night for him.
Tim was finally able to put Vanessa back to sleep. It only took her about ten minutes for her to fall back asleep which was kinda shocking to Tim since sometimes it takes at least thirty minutes for her to fall asleep. Once Vanessa was settled into the crib Genny kept for old time's sake. Tim quietly exited the guest room and headed to the front room. When he entered the front room, he saw Genny reading a book by one of her favorite authors. She must have heard him since she looked up at him, put the bookmark into her book, and set it on the coffee table.
“How are you feeling?” She asked her older brother when he sat down on the other side of the couch.
Tim sighed, “Horrible. This whole case is just making my heart shatter. Y/N is missing and there aren't any leads on who could have done something like this to her. I just keep on thinking about how scared she probably was when she was taken and how she was probably scared about whether this person or the people were gonna take Vanessa too, or even worse, hurt her. I just feel like this whole thing is my fault. If I were home instead of finishing up paperwork back at the station. I could have prevented this from happening. I could have protected Y/N and Vanessa, but it’s too late for that.” Tim had tears running down his face now. Tim wasn’t a person who showed his vulnerability to anyone else, besides Y/N, but at the moment. He didn’t care. He just had to get his feelings out. He couldn’t keep bottled up any longer. Plus, Tim knew that his sister wouldn’t think any less of him since he was showing his vulnerable side.
“Tim. Don’t do that,” Genny begged. “Don’t beat yourself up and blame yourself for this. You had no idea that this would happen,” Genny said. “Everyone back at the station is putting all of their focus on Y/N. They are going to find her.”
“Thanks,” was all Tim could say. He was glad that his sister was by his side during this hard time. He has been there for her when she needed it the most. So, of course, she’s doing the same thing for him.
“Of course,” she gave him a light smile.
———
Nyla and Angela weren’t getting anywhere on the case files. It felt like they were hitting dead ends. It was starting to get frustrating for both of them.
“Hey, since it’s approaching midnight, do you want to pick this up in the morning? I feel like with possibly a good night's sleep, we can focus better on going through the case files,” Angela suggested to Nyla.
“I thought you would never suggest that. I feel like I’m gonna fall asleep at any moment.”
Angela chuckled, “Well, let’s both head home then.”
Nyla closed the case file that she was looking at and put it back in the pile with the rest of them. Angela and Nyla both tidied up their desks and then got up from them. Both of them headed out of the station to the parking lot where their cars were parked.
“I’ll see you back here in the morning,” Angela said to Nyla.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Nyla said back to her.
———
You were woken up by the sunlight coming through the window. You were glad that it was daytime now because maybe you could now figure out where the two kidnappers were holding you.
“Oh! Look who is finally awake,” Jason said. “How did you sleep?” he asked.
“Horrible,” you spat out. “Sleeping on this random couch that’s in this random shed that you’re currently holding me isn’t comfortable at all.”
“Well, that’s too bad. Sucks for you then,” Mark spoke up.
“What are you gonna do to me today? Slap me? Torture me? Kill me even? Or better yet, how about you two just let me go?” you said to the brothers. What you said was so random, but after what you went through last night, you felt the need to say that to them.
“If we let you go, you’re just gonna run to your lovely husband and tell him everything that happened to you. Then we will just go back to prison and spend the rest of our lives there.”
“You kidnapped me, a Sergeant’s wife, and an Army veteran's wife, for Christ's sake. Don’t you think that isn’t going to come with consequences?” you asked them. “Plus, I bet Tim and the whole Mid-Wilshire Police Department are trying to find me right now,” you said.
“Well, let them,” Mark shrugged his shoulders. “They aren’t going to find you anyway.”
———
Tim has been up for the past two hours now. So has Vanessa. She slept a little past eight which doesn’t happen often. Usually, she wakes up around the time that Tim is getting ready for work, but of course, that didn’t happen this morning. Before Vanessa woke up, Tim was able to shower, so he was able to get that out of the way. So then his main focus could be on his daughter. Tim just finished changing Vanessa into a new set of clothes. After he did that, Tim picked her up from the bed and exited the guest bedroom to head to the kitchen.
Genny was in the kitchen when Tim entered it. She was making some coffee and breakfast too. “How did you sleep last night?” She asked him.
“Pretty decent,” Tim answered. “I think talking to you last night about how I’m feeling about what’s currently going on really helped. So, thank you.”
“Of course. That’s what siblings are for,” Genny gave Tim a comforting smile. “Have you gotten any updates about Y/N’s kidnapping?” She asked him.
“No,” Tim shook his head. “But I am hoping that I get some sort of update soon though,” Tim hoped.
———
“I think I got something,” Angela jumped out of her seat.
“What is it?” Nyla looked up from the case file that she was currently canvassing through.
“This case file that I’m looking at shows when Tim made two arrests of these two brothers whose last name is ‘Lawrence.’ He made this arrest when he first got promoted to Sergeant.”
“What did they get arrested for?” Nyla questioned Angela.
Angela read over the file until she could get an answer for why they were arrested. “They both got arrested for armed robbery and assaulting an officer,” She said. “Most likely one of them assaulted Tim when he was making the arrest.”
“Does it say anything else? Maybe one of them said something to Tim about getting revenge or even something along the lines of them threatening him.”
“Let me check,” Angela said. Angela went through the pages of the case file until she could find something, and luckily, she did. “You’re right,” Angela stated. “Tim wrote that the older brother, ‘Mark,’ kept on threatening him about when he and his brother, Jason, would get out of prison. They will try to find Tim, and when they do, they will hurt him, and hurt the people whom he loves the most.”
“It has to be those two brothers who are behind all of this,” Nyla said. “Does it say anywhere that they are out of prison? Or what?” She asked Angela.
“Let me see,” Angela said as she started to type into her computer. “Got something.”
“What?” Nyla asked.
“Reports say that they got released on probation two weeks ago,” Angela shared.
“Does it say anything about where they could be staying? Maybe a halfway house or some sort of shelter?” Nyla questioned her work partner.
“No,” Angela frowned. Angela was upset that she didn’t get an answer about where the Lawrence brothers could be. Or, the location where they could be holding you captive.
“Now, what?” Nyla asked.
“I have no idea,” Angela shrugged her shoulders. “I’m going to call Tim though to give him an update about what’s going on.”
“Okay,” Nyla nodded her head.
Angela got up from her seat and walked over to one of the interrogation rooms that wasn’t too preoccupied to call Tim.
———
Tim was in the middle of a conversation with Genny when it was interrupted by his phone ringing. They were sitting at the dining room table while Vanessa went down for her afternoon nap not too long ago. His phone was on the kitchen counter. Tim got up from his seat at the dining room table and looked at the caller ID to see who was calling him. It was Angela.
“It’s Angela. I gotta answer it,” he said quickly to Genny before he answered Angela’s call.
Genny nodded her head.
“Hello?” Tim said to Angela who was on the other end of the phone.
“Hey. You got a minute?” She asked Tim.
“Yes,” He answered.
“Okay. First off, this is off the record since you’re not technically on the case since it’s personal, but secondly, I think Nyla and I found something that could lead us to Y/N.”
The moment that Angela said those words, Tim felt his heart drop.
“What is it?” He asked Angela.
“Do you remember those two brothers you arrested around five years ago? It was around the time when you first got promoted to Sergeant,” She said.
“The Lawrence brothers?” Tim asked.
“Yes,” Angela answered. “So, I was reading over the arrest file that you made on both of them. In the file, it said that Mark kept threatening you, and he said to you that when he and his brother, Jason, get out of prison. They are going to find you and hurt you, and hurt the people you love the most. Plus, reports in the system say that they got released on probation two weeks ago.”
“What do you mean they got released two weeks ago, Lopez?” Tim scolded. Tim wasn't happy with what he just heard. The older brother assaulted me before I could have arrested him. I got a black eye because of him,” Tim said over the phone to Angela.
When those words came out of Tim’s mouth. Genny looked over where he was standing in the kitchen. She couldn’t believe what she just heard from her older brother.
“It was either because of good behavior or they started to get overcrowded, or some shit like that. Honestly, it’s wrong what the older brother did to you, but my gut is saying that the brothers have to be the ones behind the kidnapping. And, also if they are the ones behind the kidnapping, records aren’t showing where they could be, so we have to keep on digging into where they could be holding Y/N,” Angela explained over the phone.
“Trust your gut, Lopez. If you truly think that the Lawrence brothers took Y/N, then try to find out where they are keeping her,” Tim demanded.
“Okay, I’ll keep on looking to see if I can find where they are keeping her,” Angela said.
“Okay. Keep me posted.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Tim ended the call with Angela and put his phone down on the kitchen counter, walked back to the dining room table, and sat down. Tim ran his hands over his face. Tim was starting to have so many emotions run through him. He wasn’t sure if he should be sad. Happy? or angry?
“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, what was that all about?” Genny asked Tim when he sat back down at the dining room table with her.
Tim turned his attention to his sister, “It was Angela,” he sighed. “She told me that she might have a lead on Y/N’s kidnapping.”
“Oh my goodness,” Genny gasped.
“Yeah,” Tim nodded his head. “Angela said that she will keep me posted.”
“Well, hopefully, she gets some information on Y/N’s kidnapping.”
“I hope so too,” Tim agreed.
———
You don’t know how it happened, but it did. You were able to escape from Jason and Mark. The reason you were probably able to escape was that for some reason Jason and Mark left the abandoned shed that they were keeping you in, so you took the risk and escaped from them.
When you got out of the abandoned shed. You noticed that the sun was starting to set, which was a good thing, because with what was left of the sunlight, you could see where you were getting held. You immediately noticed that you were getting held at the Old LA Zoo which is located in Griffith Park. You were questioning why Jason and Mark kept you captive at the Old LA Zoo, but that didn’t matter because now what only matters is whether you could run somewhere to get help.
When you got out of the shed, you could tell that you were off to the side of a dirt trail, perhaps a hiking trail. For a split second, you weren’t sure if you should head left of the trail and start running, or head right, but then you remembered that Tim had mentioned to you to always head right if you're trying to escape any sort of danger, so that's what you did. You started running in the right direction. You were hoping that maybe running down this trail, you would come across someone and they could get help for you. As you continued to run down this trail, you came across the rest of the cages that were a part of the Old LA Zoo, and where the picnic tables were too. You then ran towards the small parking lot that wasn’t too far from where you are now.
When you reached the small parking lot, you saw a couple around the same age as you and Tim. You were about to approach and ask for help, but then all of a sudden, you felt someone grab your waist from behind. It was one of the brothers. You were assuming that when they went back to the shed they were keeping you in, they saw that you had escaped from them.
“Let me go!” you screamed. You screamed as loud as you could. You were hoping that maybe the young couple would look in the direction of where your screams were coming from. Or even someone who would be hiking off to the distance where you were.
Your wish came true because when you were screaming, the young couple heard you screaming. They both noticed that you were distressed. You saw the young woman get her phone out of her pocket and by the looks of it, she looks like she’s calling for help.
———
Lieutenant Grey just got off the phone with the Watch Commander at the Northeast Division station. He was informed about the 911 call that came in, explaining how a woman who was with her husband, getting into their car after taking an evening hike saw a woman a few yards away, and the woman looked like she was in distress and was trying to escape from someone, but she wasn’t able to. Plus, the woman whom she saw trying to escape fit Y/N’s description.
“Listen up, everyone,” Grey yelled out when he walked out of his office to get everyone’s attention. “I just got off the phone with the Watch Commander at the Northeast Division station. They informed me about a 911 call that one of their dispatchers received not too long ago. This phone call was about how some lady who was with her husband in the area of the Old LA Zoo in Griffith Park saw some other lady who fit Y/N’s description running away from someone and was in distress, and by the sound of it, I’m pretty sure that it was Y/N trying to escape the Lawrence brothers, but it was too late because the lady who made the phone call said that some man grabbed her by waist and pulled her back towards him and took her somewhere in Griffith Park,” He explained. “So, with that being said, I have notified S.W.A.T., LAFD, and local Airship. They are heading out there at this moment. I want everyone in this room right now to drive as quickly as you can to get out there. I’ll notify Tim about what’s happening. Then I’ll head out and meet everyone over there.”
Not even a second after Lieutenant Grey explained what was currently happening. Everyone in the room immediately headed out to the patrol cars and headed to the location. Grey went back to his office, closed the door behind him, sat in his desk chair, and dialed Tim’s number to call him.
———
Tim was watching TV in the living room of Genny’s house while Vanessa was playing with her toys on her playmat on the floor. While he was watching TV, his phone on the coffee table started ringing. He reached over to grab it, he looked to see who was calling him, and it was Grey’s office phone who was calling him.
“Hello?” He said into the phone.
“Bradford, I got some news for you.”
When Lieutenant Grey said those words. Tim felt his heart starting to beat fast. He was wondering what news Lieutenant Grey was about to give him.
“What is it?” Tim asked.
“We found your wife.”
Tim was shocked at what he just heard. He couldn’t believe it. He can’t believe that you were finally found. He felt like he could cry happy tears because of it.
“Where is she? How did they find her? “Is she alright?” Tim frantically asked.
“She’s in Griffith Park in the area of the Old LA Zoo. The Northeast Division got a call from a woman who saw some women running towards their direction, screaming, and possibly running away from someone to escape them, and the woman was able to describe what the women looked like, and the description fits perfectly with your wife. Plus, since you’re asking if she’s alright. Truly I don’t think so, she was held captive for the past few days. She’s gonna need you, Bradford. I know I technically sat you out for this since it’s personal, but that doesn’t matter right now. I’ll radio Sergeant Chen to stop by your sister’s house to pick you up, and you both can head over there,” Lieutenant Grey explained over the phone to Tim.
Tim couldn’t believe what his boss just explained to him. Tim was starting to feel so many emotions at once, especially anger. He was angry that the Lawrence brothers dared to break into your and Tim’s shared house, kidnap you, and hold you captive for a few days.
“Okay. I’ll be waiting in the front yard for her,” Tim said.
“Okay, perfect. I’ll meet both of you out there.”
“Alright,” Tim said. Tim ended the phone call, then he immediately got up from his spot on the couch and walked over to the dining room table to tell Genny about the news.
“They found Y/N,” He said when he approached her.
“Oh my gosh,” Genny said as she closed her laptop and looked up to Tim. “Is she in stable condition? Do you know?” She asked.
“I have no idea,” Tim shook his head. “Most likely she isn’t. Grey even informed me that Lucy is on her way over here, so then we can head over to where Y/N was held captive. So, would you mind watching Vanessa for now? Tim asked.
“I don’t mind at all. Of course, I can watch her,” Genny nodded her head.
Tim sighs in relief, “Thank you so much.”
“Of course.”
Tim quickly walked away and went to the guest bedroom to grab his gun holster and his badge. Tim then rushed out of Genny’s house. When he exited her house, right on time, Lucy pulled up in her shop. Tim entered the passenger door, got in, and then they headed off.
———
Lucy and Tim pulled up to the area where the Old LA Zoo is located in Griffith Park. There were so many other officers on the scene, including the Northeast Division, S.W.A.T., LAFD, and local airship. The local airship was flying around the area with its searchlight on to see if they could find you since Griffith Park is over 4,000 acres, because there's no way that it could be all covered on foot. That would take days to do that.
Tim and Lucy quickly got out of the squad car. Tim walked to the back of the shop and opened it to get a bulletproof vest. Once Tim was ready, he closed the back of the squad car. Lucy and Tim immediately walked over to the trail that leads to the Old LA Zoo. The moment Tim and Lucy arrived on the scene, everyone went their separate ways in the park to find you.
Tim and Lucy were sweeping everything on the trail. Both were shining their lights on everything they came across on the trail. Trees, bushes, the old cages from the Zoo, basically anywhere the Lawrence brothers could be hiding you. So far, they haven’t had any luck. Until they heard Angela in the distance, yelling at someone or something to put the weapon down.
“That’s gotta be the brothers or at least one of them,” Tim said.
Tim and Lucy ran towards where Angela was. When they arrived, they saw Jason holding a knife to your throat. While Mark had a gun pointed towards Angela. Tim's heart immediately dropped, he didn’t like the scene that was happening right in front of him. Tim had to act professionally though. These situations are something that Tim deals with from time to time. He’s trained on what to do in situations like this. You were scared, you looked like you were about to start crying, and by the looks of it, it looked like you had some marks on your face. That made Tim feel so angry that the two brothers were most likely the cause of the marks on your face.
“L.A.P.D.,” Lucy yelled. “Drop your weapons now, or we will shoot,” She warned.
Surprisingly, the brothers dropped their weapons, but then they decided to run off the other way and left you standing there. You were shaken up by what just happened. Tim quickly put his gun back in his holster and ran up to you. While Angela and Lucy ran past you to catch the brothers. Tim wrapped his arms around your waist when he walked up to you, the moment he did, he started crying. You started crying too. You can’t believe that you are back in your husband’s arms.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” you sniffed. You pulled back and looked at Tim. “I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. Where’s Vanessa? Is she okay?” you started to ramble.
“Shhh everything is okay now,” Tim reassured you. “I’m here now. You’re safe. Vanessa is safe, Genny is watching her right now. Let’s get you transported to the hospital to get you checked out, yeah?”
You nodded your head.
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You had to stay overnight in the hospital. The nurses wanted to keep an eye on you since you were severely dehydrated and lacked nutrition. You just wanted to be back home already with Tim and your daughter, but you knew that it was for safety precautions.
“May we come in?” Angela knocked lightly on the door of your room. Wesley was with her. They brought a bouquet of your favorite flowers for you.
“Of course,” Tim answered.
“How are you feeling?” Angela asked as she put the bouquet next to the bed and then sat down in the empty chair that was next to your hospital bed.
“Okay, I guess,” you nodded. “And thank you for the flowers, it means so much to me.”
“Of course,” Angela smiled.
“Did you catch them?” you then decided to ask her.
Angela looked at Tim. She was hesitant to answer your question. Angela wanted you not to focus on the brothers anymore and not focus on the consequences that they are going to face. You should just focus on healing from the terrible situation that they put you through, but you know you will start to heal once you get an answer from Angela.
“They caught the brothers,” Wesley spoke up for Angela. “They are going back to prison. Both of them ended up confessing to everything, so they aren't going to see the outside world ever again,” He said.
Tim’s eyes widened, “Wait. You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” Wesley nodded his head.
“Well, that’s great news for me,” you slightly grinned. You were relieved that the Lawrence brothers ended up confessing about everything. You were relieved that they are going back to prison and that they are most likely going to spend the rest of their lives there.
“Yes, it is,” Angela gave you a comforting smile. “Get some sleep now,” she said. “You have been through so much for the past few days.”
“I will,” you promised.
Angela got up from the edge of your bed and walked out of the room with Wesley.
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Throughout the very late evening, Lucy, John, Aaron, Celina, Nyla, Grey, and many others from Mid-Wilshire stopped by to visit you and a few of them dropped off flowers for you too. It felt very heartwarming to see how many people wished you a fast recovery and that they have your back if you need anything. You couldn't ask for any better people to be in your corner. You appreciate them all very much.
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Summary: Dick thinks his diminishing sex drive is a result of age until you come into his life.
Warnings: Dick has a dick problem. Implied sexual themes. Written on my phone.
Dick has accepted he was getting older. Not that he was anywhere near B’s age, thirties is still young. His body still moved well and he arguably fought criminals better now than in his youth. Experience combined with an older physique making him a better vigilante. One thing Dick did notice was that as he got better at crime fighting, his sex drive tanked.
That is not to say he couldn’t get hard anymore because that was not the case at all. Every now and then Dick rubbed one out when he felt the situation called for. After failed relationships with Kori and Babs, Dick focused his mind on superhero business. In his 20’s his apartment would’ve been a revolving door of women to satisfy his physical urges. Now, he rarely felt that way towards a women at all. Maybe it was because women became less of a priority in his life, maybe it’s because he was getting older. Regardless, Dick accepted it as his new way of life. That was until he met you.
You, you, you. After mentioning the pretty woman he met at the dog park with Haley, Wally convinced Dick to ask you on a date. His apprehension wasn’t because of you at all because you were without a doubt one of the most stunning women he’s ever seen, and he used to date an alien. But dating and love weren’t a priority to Dick anymore. He asked you out thinking it wouldn’t be more than a nice dinner with a pretty lady, but you changed everything.
Dick knew you were gorgeous, but he also found out how funny, smart, down to earth, and passionate about your career you were. You were everything Dick was looking for in a partner. Dick never expected himself to be here in his thirties in a new relationship but here he was. Dating you has been a dream. You make him feel things he hasn’t felt in years. Every time he was with you he got these butterflies that he hasn’t felt since his first crush. Dick felt what could only be described as child-like joy when he was around you.
Speaking of feeling like a kid again, Dick could not keep his dick (pun intended) down around you. After your second date he walked you back to your apartment where you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek before retreating inside. It was innocent and quick, yet, Dick stood at your door with the goofiest smile on his face… and a raging hard on.
He thought his problem would get better the longer you two dated. It was his first time being involved with a women in a long time and his body was excited is all. It’ll adjust after a few weeks to a month and everything would be normal. He was wrong. The longer you dated the worse it got. It didn’t matter what you two were doing. You wanted to try the new coffee place that just opened up, boner. You had errands to run and Dick tagged along with you, boner. He was at your apartment and the two of you were playing board games, boner. All you had to do was look in Dick’s direction and he felt all the blood rushing to his pants. He felt like he was going through puberty a second time. It got to the point where even jacking off was not cutting it anymore. Dick would lay on his back trying to catch his breath after blowing a loud onto his stomach, just for his cock to still stand at full attention. Hard and wanting more.
As if his situation couldn’t get worse, you were completely oblivious to the effect you had on Dick. He would have much preferred if you knew your power over him and used it to your advantage. But you didn’t. So, everytime Dick got hard around you he felt like a pervert. Knowing you were innocently living your life while he spent a majority of his time around you with a rock hard boner.
The first time you noticed it was when you were spending the night at Dick’s. The two of you were cuddled together getting ready before bed, and your ass was pressed right against him. It was taking insane levels of will power for Dick not excuse himself to take care of his boner in the bathroom. Then you attempted to kill him. You were shifting against him, causing your ass to run against his front. His sweatpants did nothing to hide how hard he was as he righted his arm around your waist. You looked up at him in confusion “You okay dickie?” You asked innocently looking at him with those big eyes. Dick had to take a deep breath and start thinking about five things he could see, four things he could touch. He gave what he thought was a reassuring smile, but it only made you more concerned.
“Yeah babe, I’m okay. I just need you to stop moving so much” he responded his voice hoarse. You go to argue that you were trying to get comfortable when suddenly you notice the flush crawling up Dick’s neck and something pressing into your ass. It took a minute but your lips formed an O shape in understanding before you rolled back over quickly, halting your movements.
In seriousness, Dick’s biggest fear was that his boner problem would make you feel pressure to be intimate with him because that is not what he wanted. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to move any quicker than your were ready to. If his bodily reactions weren’t a good enough indication, he cared deeply and was crazy about you. The feelings were not entirely one sided. You too thought about what sex with Dick would be like. But this was the first man you’d dated in years and you did not want to rush anything.
The first time you initiated anything physical with him, Dick felt like a virgin all over again. You had went on a great date to the new Thai place that opened by your apartment. The movie you two were watching was quickly forgotten when you kissed Dick and got in his lap. Of course Dick had been hard all night. When he picked you up you were on this new blue dress you had bought recently and from that moment on he knew he was gone. He spent most of the night admiring and letting you know how beautiful he thought you looked.
The minute you started kissing Dick he thought he was going to explode. Then you started to rock your hips into his. Soft pants left your swollen lips at the feeling of his boner pressing against your core. Dick had to squeeze your waist tightly and bury his head in your neck. His warm breaths coated your neck while he tried to slow his heartbeat down. He was genuinely seconds creaming his pants like he was 13 all over again.
“Baby,” he voices “you’re gonna be the death of me”. You stop immediately, suddenly concerned you did something to hurt him.
“Is it me dick? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You ask in quick succession. Of course the first time you try to initiate anything physical you are about to kill your boyfriend. This kind of thing would only happen to you. Dick laughs breathlessly against your skin closing his eyes.
“You didn’t hurt me pretty girl… you truly have no idea what you do to me do you?” He asks but he already knows the answer as you shake your head no. “If you keep grinding on me like that I’m gonna cream my pants like some pre pubescent boy with a playboy magazine” he admits feeling his cheeks get warm at the confession. You sit with what he said before a smile takes over your face. You begin to grind down on Dick again and looks at you gripping your hips to ground himself. He stares at you, baby blue eyes glassy like he’s about to start crying. You tug softly at his hair which elicits a broken moan from his lips. You watch as he comes undone below you, holding your soft body to his.
When you two finally do have sex, it’s as amazing as both of you imagined. It does little however to curb Dick’s issues. And you still have no clue how much of an effect you have on him.
SUCH a boobs man i’ll literally fight to the ends of the earth to prove you wrong.
bruce is sooo old fashioned that whenever you’re wearing a push up dress for a gala, his gaze would shamelessly lower to your boobs with his hands practically itching to cup and fondle them. to his defense, they were staring at him first
like i swearrrrrr his hands would be where your ribs were so he can press his thumbs on the lower part of your boobs
im also a firm believer that whenever this man would fuck you via doggy, the first thing his hands would be grabbing onto would be your boobs. his large hands would be groping them and pushing your body back on his over and over by your boobs, his thrusts rougher and burying his cock deeper in you
it would do nothing but make you gape your lips more and arch your back more into his cock with a moan. bruce let out a groan from your pussy walls clenching more as a response to his hands, his blue eyes darkened with desire and pinned on how his hips snapped at your ass repeatedly
bruce’s lips would trail kisses on your neck until he reached the back of your ear, lightly biting it before whispering filthy things in your ear
“fuck, look at my girls go” yes, he was talking about your boobs. “so warm—" thrust. “and soft--" thrust. “all for me”
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DICK GRAYSON — both
dick grayson is a greedy man, he wants anything that he could grab
and YES, his hands would grip on your ass and push your pussy more to his length while you’re riding him, burying his face in your cleavage and letting out muffled moans absorbed by your skin from how good you were taking him
“attagirl” dick panted on your chest, his lips glistening with saliva and smeared all over your skin. “just like that— fuuuck, make this dick yours”
you couldn’t say anything. all you could do was mindlessly moan with your head knocked back and lips fully parted, your head dizzy from how his cock was hitting all the right angles in you and how big he was in you
you arched your back and buried his face even more to your chest, making dick moan and push another deep thrust in you. the depth made your hips jerk a bit, but his grip on your ass made sure you stayed on his lap as he slowly took over
your boobs were bouncing in dick’s face from how fast and deep he was dragging you in and out of his twitching cock.
“cmon gorgeous” dick murmured, licking a clean stripe on your cleavage before moaning from your pussy clamping around him. “let me see you make a mess f' me”
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JASON TODD — ass
now dont get me wrong, jason todd loves every part and curve of your body. but if he had to choose, it would be your ass a million percent— bonus point for thighs too
honestly, he loves when there is something for him to grab on. yes, his hands would slither down your ass whenever you were sitting on his lap and talking to him about your day. yes, his hands would just rest between your thighs when sleeping
and yes, he would bend you anywhere just to see that back of yours arch and press your ass to his hips
a moan of jason’s name left your lips when you felt his cock give you another slow yet deep thrust, your walls fluttering from his size and arching your back to press your ass more for his length
when i meant he would bend you anywhere, i meant anywhere— including the kitchen counter
he would purposely send slow yet deep thrusts just to admire your ass, mesmerized by the way it kept making contact with his hips. it was enough for him to let out sounds of his own
“that’s it, sweetheart” jason grunted with another roll of his hips to send to your pussy, gripping your thighs to keep them spread and pinning his eyes on your ass. “just keep that ass up for me”
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TIM DRAKE — boobs
timothy jackson wayne-drake is a boobs man, no argument needed
i mean, let’s be for real. it’s no stranger that tim was a workaholic and was often stressed from juggling his two secret lives as tim drake and red robin
but all it took to relieve himself off that stress was to have you sit on his lap and fondle your boob with one hand like a stress toy while the other was mindlessly clicking his mouse
“tim” you whined to get his attention, making him hum back a response without looking away from the monitor and still fondling your boob. the fact that he’s not paying attention to you made the heat between your legs unbearable
so unbearable you would start to slowly grind your clothed cunt on his thigh, biting your bottom lip to conceal your sounds as your eyes stayed focused on tim— blue eyes concentrated on the monitors, blue light reflecting the features of his face and lips pressed into a thin line from how focused he was
“tim please” you panted before a small moan left your lips, arching your back to press your boob more into his hand and trying everything you can to satisfy the aching heat in your core. “need you so bad”
you realized you finally caught his attention when his hand squeezed your boob a bit more, making you let out a whimper and place a hand on his cheek, wanting him to look at you and do something about your urge
“i know, love. i know” tim murmured softly, clicking another piece of evidence with his mouse and circling your nipple with his thumb. “im almost done with work. slide a finger in for me in the meantime, yeah?”
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CLARK KENT — ass
guys, he’s a farmer’s boy. what else did you expect?
everytime you walked away from him to get or do something, clark’s eyes would always and i mean always trail down to your ass and how it swayed with your walk. and everytime, he would immediately fluster under his glasses and look away, pushing his glasses up as a nervous habit
but when you two were in bed and you were sitting on his face, the last thing this man would be was nervous
“more” clark blabbered on your cunt, gripping and squeezing your ass with your large hands as his mouth. only to bury your cunt more into his mouth and suffocate his face in the best way possible. “moremoremoremore—“
clark could be asking more for two things. more for your delicious pussy that he could never get over or more for his hands to continue fondling and squeezing your ass— knowing him, its both
you moaned from his nose now nudging your clit, tightening your grip on his hair and arching your back more on his mouth. “c-clark… oh my god”
your ass was spread more by clark’s hands that refused to let go and the angle his tongue reached in you made a loud moan of his name leave your lips, now grinding your clit on his nose for more
poor man couldn’t get enough that his hands on your ass kept pushing your soaked pussy more into his mouth, so much so that you thought he was gonna suffocate between your thighs
“taste so good, honey” this man was so pussy drunk it was pathetic. “wanna stay here forever”
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SUPERBOY PRIME — boobs
clark kent may be superboy but he was still a #loser at heart, which was why he almost never let go of your boobs when he could.
when clark came back home after his shift at the comic store? he let out a tired sigh and immediately walked towards you, already lifting your shirt up and murmuring about his tired day with his face shoved in your boobs
when he would hug you from behind? his hands would slide under your shirt and trail up to cup your boobs. and he’d let out a small whine whenever you’d take his hands off
it’s safe to say that clark kent was obsessed with your boobs. so much so that when your legs were around his waist and his cock was disappearing in and out of you, his hands were groping your boobs. gripping them and playing with your nipples between his fingers as your soft sounds were entering his ears like a melody
“you’re so hot, babe” clark moaned with another thrust to keep up with his pace and depth. “feelin’ amazing, in and out” he gave your boobs another squeeze to make his point
the sounds were quick ‘clap!clap!clap!’ sounds repeating over and over and over in the room
his touch, his words, it was sending you into a frenzy. all you could do was moan and pant endlessly, arching your back and pressing your boobs more into his hands with a whine of his name leaving your lips, throwing your head back into the pillows with a pornographic expression on your pretty face
the new angle made him whimper out “shitshitshitshiiiit” and thrust his cock deeper in your pussy, feeling your pussy suck him in more and his cock already twitching. “im gonna cum already, baby”
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ROY HARPER — ass
abosutely LOVES your ass its almost unhealthy
roy tries to keep his hands to himself whenever lian is in the same room as him (because he doesn’t play with his babygirl).
but when he looks over her shoulder during their pretend tea time and sees you bending down while rummaging through a cabinet… don’t get me started on that
his eyes would go to your ass and he quietly bites his bottom lip to hold back a grin and those dirty thoughts of his— before lian would make him snap out of it by reminding him to finish his ‘tea’, innocently oblivious from how distracted her dad was
but the minute lian left for a sleepover, the first thing roy made sure to do was to drag you in the bedroom and have you do reverse cowgirl
“uh huh, just like that” he panted, hands gripping on your waist t and watching your ass bouncing back and forth on his cock. a groan slipped out of his lips. “fuuuck, i love this ass. could stare at her all day”
the drag roy’s cock was giving you felt so good it was making you arch your back and moan for more, the wet sounds so filthy and loud it made you thank god lian wasn’t home
“royyy” you whined, feeling the pace of your hips falter despite your orgam just starting to build up in you. “c-cant… need you to t-take over”
you didn’t have to ask him twice. immediately, roy’s hands on your waist took over by dragging your warm walls more onto his length. you felt so warm that he couldn’t help but move his hips back on your ass and knock his head back onto the headboard with a moan
“attagirl” he let out a breathless chuckle from your sounds, lowering his head to admire the view one more time. “just sit there with that pretty ass and let roy do the work, yeah?”
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WALLY WEST — boobs
if there wasn’t a day where wally west didn’t show love to your boobs, i can assure you that is not him
he loved your boobs. the warmth, the softness, the size, everything. burying his face in your chest with a lopsided grin was wally’s favorite thing to do in the world; nothing sensual, just him absorbing your body warmth and keeping you close to him
can we say he loved them too much? .. maybe
“w-wally! fuck!” you moaned, knocking your head back and burying your hands more into his ginger locks. wally’s mouth was full with the swell of your boob, sucking it while using his super speed to flick your hard nipple with his tongue. his hand gave your other boob attention by fondling it
you can feel your boob practically drenched with his saliva, the sensation of his warm tongue going at such a fast pace driving you crazy.
wally let out a muffled moan when you arched your back and pressed your boob more into his mouth, sliding another hand down to rub a slow circle on your clit with his thumb and hearing a breathless gasp leave you.
“fuck, you’re soaked” he said on your boob. “and i didn’t even touch you properly.” the vibrations of his voice making your clit throb in anticipation. and of course, wally just had to grin from that
“wally…” you panted, bringing your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes. “please.. i need you...”
“shh i know, beautiful” his fingers was tracing your entrance, feeling your folds pulse from how you need him in you. “let me finish giving my girls more attention and ill get back to her later”
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(@patientofarkhamasylum enjoy <3) okay why tf did this take me three days to write bruh.. bring back the olden days where i would have finished this in one go
summary: the avenger's preference when it comes to the bedroom and very specific kinks i believe they have
a/n: thank you to the doomsday trailer for reawakening the marvel obsession, and sparking this convo between my best friend and i. @goldenbrowns love you babe, most of my fics wouldn't be possible without our daily discussions. as always MDNI! and enjoy<3
bucky barnes! after figuring out the ways of the modern world, he would be interested in trying some bdsm, before realizing how rough in can be which completely turned him off. he's definitely on board with light choking, but when you suggested trying knife play and gun play, he was unsure. it took him a while to understand that you trusted him, out of all people, enough to use weapons he took so many lives with, now creating new memories and a deeper bond between the both of you. apart from that, nothing gives him more of a thrill than when you're at a bar, a few drinks in and he's taking you to the bathroom and making you choke on his cock.
steve rogers! he's a very simple man, not very willing to try new things. he knows what he likes and what works for him, even if it may be considered vanilla, but that's okay! because when he's sitting you on top of him, holding you up by your hips and fucking up into you with a fast and steady pace, you don't care who can hear you or how sore you'll be from yelling the next day. he always makes sure he didn't go to far, even if you assure him that he could be rougher, kissing the top of your head and holding you until you fall asleep in his arms.
tony stark! a pervert, obviously. he'll take you anywhere and anyway he can. he loves trying new things and taking his time exploring your body, figuring out what makes you squirm and moan. loves taking you in the backseat of the car on a way to a meeting; not caring that happy knows exactly what you two are doing back there. he surprises you every month with rigs and gadgets that he made specifically to use you as his test subject. he'd record his findings, of course, propping up a camera in your direction so he can rewatch and figure out how to make his invention better; no other reason...
bruce banner! secretly but unsurprisingly, he's also a pervert. daily pussy inspections, which he claims are for your health, you know better but don't complain. much like his playboy friend, he likes to experiment on you, sometimes they do it together without you knowing. bruce comes to tony with what he suspects is sex pollen and wants to put it to the test. you're unknowingly going about your day, having lunch with wanda and nat when it hits you, excusing yourself after half and hour of unbearable heat pooling between your legs, oblivious to the men turning off the meta glasses they had to log their results.
sam wilson! an ass man through and through. position where he can see your ass he's doing that. he also loves watching your reflection, pressing you against any bathroom counter and seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head as your ass bounces back on him. he even went to the lengths of installing a mirror above his bed so he could see you in every possible angle.
loki laufeyson! let's be so honest this man is into anything and everything, but i firmly believe that he loves making you wear his helmet and pulling on the horns. especially when he has you on all fours, too tired to hold yourself up, a little spell to make sure the helmet doesn't slip from your head and he's forcing you to arch your back for hours on end. speaking of spells, binding is his favorite go to, contorting you in ways you didn't think possible and keeping you there.
thor odinson! like his brother, he's had many years of experience to try a plethora of positions, toys and locations. he prides himself in his strength so he loves taking you against a wall, or just holding you up as he bounces you up and down his cock. however, he dreams of laying you face down in his silk sheets, spreading your legs and laying mjölnir on your lower back, restricting you of all movement and using you for his own selfish pleasure.
peter parker! he doesn't necessarily have a favorite position, but he does have a preference for cowgirl. entranced by the way your tits bounce in his face, he's willing to do anything and everything you tell him to, still not sure how he managed to date a beautiful woman like you. he would be crushing on you way before you actually got together, almost in a creepy way. even now, he can't help himself from secretly stealing some of your underwear so he can jerk off to it at home. he loves you, and loves pleasuring you, so who is he to be anything but the perfect boy for his favorite girl?
stephen strange! loves edging you for hours, making you beg and squirm around his fingers before he even fucks you properly. he'd tell you he was teaching you patience, and that you were failing miserably. when he finally lets you cum, he's using the time stone to go back a few seconds and make you cum again. on days when he's feeling a bit crueler than usual, he's using the stone to hold you over the edge longer than you could mentally take.
matt murdock! because of his heightened senses, he loves taking his time with you and mapping out your body, no matter how many times he's done this. it could be hours before actually fucks you, taking his time between your legs, marking your thighs and belly with his teeth, wanting to commit your whole body to memory with everyone of his remaining senses. shamelessly sniffs you and your underwear, convincing you he could get high solely from that. he'd never deny you an orgasm, oh no, he'd give in to any request and plead you throw his way, though reluctant to fuck you and have his indulging cut short.
frank castle! not a single gentle moment with this man, at least until it's over and he's making you dinner and bathing you. before that though, he's grabbing both your wrists behind your back and mercilessly pounding into you, holding your head down with his rough palm. not even when he's making you ride his thigh, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against you, one hand cradling the back of your head as the other slaps your ass, "come on baby, i know you can do better than that." he's not giving you a break until you make yourself cum, and after that he's cleaning you up with his mouth, not caring how overstimulated you are.
