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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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.
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"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 đŁČ.
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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 - âI hate you"..."I love you too.â
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 - âTakes one to know one, hm?âÂ
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 timâs 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 readerâs baby being alone after the reader got kidnapped, the reader having a knife to her throat, gun being pointed towards angelaâs 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 Timâs 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 Timâs 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 didnât 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 Timâs 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 wasnât 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 Vanessaâs bedroom.
When Tim entered Vanessaâs 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 Vanessaâs 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.
â9-1-1. Whatâs your emergency?â The operator said on the other end of the phone.
âThis 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,â 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.
âI was leaving a crime scene a few blocks from here when the call came in, so what the hell happened?â She asked as she approached him.
âY/Nâs missing,â were the only words that came out of Timâs mouth. After Tim said those words, he started having tears roll down his face. Tim couldnât 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. Itâs 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. âOmg, youâre fucking serious? Do you have any idea who could have possibly taken her?â she asked.
âNo,â he shook his head. âI just got home and I was disoriented, and Vanessa started crying in her bedroom,â Tim said.
Angelaâs eyes widened, âShe was alone? For how long?â
âI donât know,â 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 wouldnât 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.
âWeâre gonna find her,â Angela promised Tim as she put her hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him.
Tim just nodded his head.
âTim, you need to see this,â Nyla called out from the doorway of the front door. Tim turned around and nodded his head.
âDo you want me to hold her until youâre done with Nyla has to show you?â Angela asked, referring to Vanessa who was in Timâs arms.
âIf you donât mind.â
âNot at all,â 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.
âWhat the fuck?â Tim whispered under his breath.
âDo you have any idea why the person who took Y/N was in your home office? And what could they possibly be looking for?â 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.
âI have no idea,â Tim shook his head. âEverything here is work-related. I donât have anything valuable here.â
âAnd, nothing was taken from your house either,â Nyla informed. âSo, 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.â
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.
âSo with that being said,â Nyla started her sentence off with. âAngela 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,â she said. âAlso, we will go ahead and check POD footage. Maybe a traffic cam caught something,â Nyla hoped.
âWhat should I do in the meantime?â Tim asked her.
Nyla sighed, âWell, first things first, your house is a crime scene, so you canât stay here until itâs all clear to do so. Secondly, what you should do is just let us handle this. Due to protocol, you already know that you canât work on this case with the rest of us. We will put all of our focus on getting Y/N back,â Nyla explained.
âScrew, protocol. Itâs my wife whoâs missing. I need to be on this case,â Tim demanded.
Before Nyla could say anything. Lieutenant Grey entered the room and walked up to Nyla and Tim. âSheâs right though,â he said. âItâs standard procedure. You canât 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, sheâs way too young to know whatâs currently going on, but still, you need to be there for her,â He explained.
âUnderstand, sir,â 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. âIâll go ahead and pack bags for Vanessa and me, since Nyla mentioned that I canât stay here since my house is an active crime scene,â Tim added.
âDo you have an idea where you can stay in the meantime?â Grey asked.
Tim sighed, âMy sisterâs house. Iâm gonna call her and see if sheâs okay with me staying there until this whole case is solved.â
âOkay,â 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.
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Tim got off the phone with his sister. He explained everything that was happening and that he couldnât stay at his house since it was a crime scene due to the kidnapping. When Tim explained all of that to Genny, she couldnât process it. She couldnât 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.
âWhatâs going on? Who did you get off the phone with?â Angela asked when Tim approached her and Lucy.
âMy sister,â he answered. âI asked her if itâs okay if Vanessa and I stay at her house due to whatâs going on.â
âWhat did she say?â Angela asked as she handed Vanessa back to Tim.
Tim sighed, âShe said that sheâs completely fine with Vanessa and me staying over at her house. She is shaken up by the fact that Y/N was kidnapped though.â
âAre you going to head over there right now?â Lucy chimed in.
âNot yet,â Tim answered Lucyâs question. âI have to go back inside and pack some things up for Vanessa and me.â
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 didnât 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 Vanessaâs bedroom.
Tim reached Vanessaâs 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.
âYou got everything you need?â Angela asked when Tim approached her and Lucy again.
âYes,â Tim nodded his head.
âDo you want a police escort to your sister's house?â Angela asked. Itâs the least thing Angela could do for him, especially in the situation that heâs currently in.
âYes, please,â 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 Vanessaâs 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.
âAre you ready to go?â Tim asked Angela when he got into the driver's side of his truck and rolled down the window.
âYeah,â she nodded her head. âLet me just head over to my car and then weâll head over to your sisterâs house.â
Angela walked over to her unmarked car that was parked right in front of Timâs 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 sisterâs house.
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Tim and Angela both arrived at Gennyâs house. Tim turned off the engine and got out. Same for Angela. Tim opened the back seat door and got his stuff out.
âDo you help carry anything?â Angela asked when she walked up to Tim.
âYes,â he nodded. âMy bag and Vanessaâs bag. My hands are full just by carrying her in her car seat.â
Angela didn't say anything, she went ahead and grabbed his bag and Vanessaâs bag. Tim unbuckled Vanessaâs 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 Gennyâs 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.
âCome on in,â 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 Vanessaâs 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 Gennyâs couch.
âCome here,â 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.
âDo you need anything else before I head back to the station?â Angela asked Tim after he pulled away from Gennyâs hug.
Tim sighed, âI want my wife back, thatâs what I need.â
Timâs response broke Angelaâs heart. She knew how badly the situation was affecting him. Angela knows how much Tim loves you. She knows that heâll do anything to get her back.
âTim, I promise you that we are gonna do everything we can to get Y/N back,â She reassured him.
âYou promise?â Tim asked.
âYes, I promise,â Angela nodded her head. âAlso, if your mind changes about needing anything, donât hesitate to call me,â she said.
âOkay,â Tim just nodded his head. Tim was just all quiet about this whole situation. He wasnât saying much, or having any reaction. Itâs like he just shut down. No one could blame him though.
âIâll walk you out,â 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.
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âFind anything yet?â Angela asked when she approached Nylaâs desk. Angela was hoping she did, so then they could get to the bottom of this case.
âNo, I havenât,â She shook her head. âI 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 Timâs past to see who could be behind Y/Nâs kidnapping, but nothing has stuck out so far,â Nyla added.
âYou want a fresh pair of eyes on trying to find the person from Timâs past who could be behind the kidnapping?â Angela offered.
âYes, please,â 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 Nylaâs 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.
âThe 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,â Nyla explained.
âGot it,â 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.
âHowâs Tim doing?â Nyla questioned.
Angela looked up from the case file that she was going over and looked at Nyla. Angela sighs, âNot well. You can tell that this whole thing is messing with his emotions. I feel so bad for him. Also, itâs like he just shut down. He didn't even have any sort of reaction or emotion when we arrived at his sisterâs house.â
âI mean, can you blame him though?â Nyla shrugged her shoulders. âHis wife is missing and who knows where she might be right now?â she said.
âYou do have a good point there. I just really wonder where Y/N is,â Angela frowned.
âI do too,â Nyla sighed.
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The last thing you remember was that a strangerâs 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 couldnât 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 werenât 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 wouldnât know where to run to in the first place. You had no idea where you were.
âLook who's finally awake,â One of the kidnappers said.
âWho are you? What do you want from me?â you begged.
The kidnapper scoffed, âWell, since you asked, Iâm Mark, and thatâs my brother, Jason,â he pointed to the person who was standing next to him. âAnd what we want is your beloved husband, Tim. So where is he?â Mark asked.
âI have no idea,â you lied.
âYes, you do!â Mark yelled.
âNo, I donât,â you shook your head. âIf I knew, wouldnât you think I would tell you? Plus, what do you even want from him?â
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, âI want him to pay for what he did to my brother and me.â
âAnd what is that?â you croaked.
âHe arrested us,â Mark stated. âThen he sent us up to Pelican Bay,â Mark said as he stood back up.
âSo? You want to get revenge for that then?â you asked Marked.
âExactly,â He nodded. âSo? Letâs try this again, where is Tim?â
You know that these two kidnappers arenât gonna stop until you officially give them an answer that they wanna hear, so itâs 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.
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It has been over three hours since this whole incident occurred. Tim still hasnât 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 wonât have a hard time sleeping tonight, because he wonât be so worried and stressed out about the whole thing. If he doesnât 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.
âHow are you feeling?â She asked her older brother when he sat down on the other side of the couch.
Tim sighed, âHorrible. 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 itâs too late for that.â Tim had tears running down his face now. Tim wasnât a person who showed his vulnerability to anyone else, besides Y/N, but at the moment. He didnât care. He just had to get his feelings out. He couldnât keep bottled up any longer. Plus, Tim knew that his sister wouldnât think any less of him since he was showing his vulnerable side.
âTim. Donât do that,â Genny begged. âDonât beat yourself up and blame yourself for this. You had no idea that this would happen,â Genny said. âEveryone back at the station is putting all of their focus on Y/N. They are going to find her.â
âThanks,â 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, sheâs doing the same thing for him.
âOf course,â she gave him a light smile.
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Nyla and Angela werenât getting anywhere on the case files. It felt like they were hitting dead ends. It was starting to get frustrating for both of them.
âHey, since itâs 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,â Angela suggested to Nyla.
âI thought you would never suggest that. I feel like Iâm gonna fall asleep at any moment.â
Angela chuckled, âWell, letâs both head home then.â
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.
âIâll see you back here in the morning,â Angela said to Nyla.
âIâll see you in the morning,â Nyla said back to her.
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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.
âOh! Look who is finally awake,â Jason said. âHow did you sleep?â he asked.
âHorrible,â you spat out. âSleeping on this random couch thatâs in this random shed that youâre currently holding me isnât comfortable at all.â
âWell, thatâs too bad. Sucks for you then,â Mark spoke up.
âWhat 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?â 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.
âIf we let you go, youâre 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.â
âYou kidnapped me, a Sergeantâs wife, and an Army veteran's wife, for Christ's sake. Donât you think that isnât going to come with consequences?â you asked them. âPlus, I bet Tim and the whole Mid-Wilshire Police Department are trying to find me right now,â you said.
âWell, let them,â Mark shrugged his shoulders. âThey arenât going to find you anyway.â
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Tim has been up for the past two hours now. So has Vanessa. She slept a little past eight which doesnât happen often. Usually, she wakes up around the time that Tim is getting ready for work, but of course, that didnât 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. âHow did you sleep last night?â She asked him.
âPretty decent,â Tim answered. âI think talking to you last night about how Iâm feeling about whatâs currently going on really helped. So, thank you.â
âOf course. Thatâs what siblings are for,â Genny gave Tim a comforting smile. âHave you gotten any updates about Y/Nâs kidnapping?â She asked him.
âNo,â Tim shook his head. âBut I am hoping that I get some sort of update soon though,â Tim hoped.
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âI think I got something,â Angela jumped out of her seat.
âWhat is it?â Nyla looked up from the case file that she was currently canvassing through.
âThis case file that Iâm looking at shows when Tim made two arrests of these two brothers whose last name is âLawrence.â He made this arrest when he first got promoted to Sergeant.â
âWhat did they get arrested for?â Nyla questioned Angela.
Angela read over the file until she could get an answer for why they were arrested. âThey both got arrested for armed robbery and assaulting an officer,â She said. âMost likely one of them assaulted Tim when he was making the arrest.â
âDoes 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.â
âLet me check,â Angela said. Angela went through the pages of the case file until she could find something, and luckily, she did. âYouâre right,â Angela stated. âTim wrote that the older brother, âMark,â 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.â
âIt has to be those two brothers who are behind all of this,â Nyla said. âDoes it say anywhere that they are out of prison? Or what?â She asked Angela.
âLet me see,â Angela said as she started to type into her computer. âGot something.â
âWhat?â Nyla asked.
âReports say that they got released on probation two weeks ago,â Angela shared.
âDoes it say anything about where they could be staying? Maybe a halfway house or some sort of shelter?â Nyla questioned her work partner.
âNo,â Angela frowned. Angela was upset that she didnât get an answer about where the Lawrence brothers could be. Or, the location where they could be holding you captive.
âNow, what?â Nyla asked.
âI have no idea,â Angela shrugged her shoulders. âIâm going to call Tim though to give him an update about whatâs going on.â
âOkay,â Nyla nodded her head.
Angela got up from her seat and walked over to one of the interrogation rooms that wasnât too preoccupied to call Tim.
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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.
âItâs Angela. I gotta answer it,â he said quickly to Genny before he answered Angelaâs call.
Genny nodded her head.
âHello?â Tim said to Angela who was on the other end of the phone.
âHey. You got a minute?â She asked Tim.
âYes,â He answered.
âOkay. First off, this is off the record since youâre not technically on the case since itâs personal, but secondly, I think Nyla and I found something that could lead us to Y/N.â
The moment that Angela said those words, Tim felt his heart drop.
âWhat is it?â He asked Angela.
âDo you remember those two brothers you arrested around five years ago? It was around the time when you first got promoted to Sergeant,â She said.
âThe Lawrence brothers?â Tim asked.
âYes,â Angela answered. âSo, 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.â
âWhat do you mean they got released two weeks ago, Lopez?â 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,â Tim said over the phone to Angela.
When those words came out of Timâs mouth. Genny looked over where he was standing in the kitchen. She couldnât believe what she just heard from her older brother.
âIt was either because of good behavior or they started to get overcrowded, or some shit like that. Honestly, itâs 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 arenât showing where they could be, so we have to keep on digging into where they could be holding Y/N,â Angela explained over the phone.
âTrust your gut, Lopez. If you truly think that the Lawrence brothers took Y/N, then try to find out where they are keeping her,â Tim demanded.
âOkay, Iâll keep on looking to see if I can find where they are keeping her,â Angela said.
âOkay. Keep me posted.â
âI will. Bye.â
âBye.â
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 wasnât sure if he should be sad. Happy? or angry?
âHey, if you donât mind me asking, what was that all about?â Genny asked Tim when he sat back down at the dining room table with her.
Tim turned his attention to his sister, âIt was Angela,â he sighed. âShe told me that she might have a lead on Y/Nâs kidnapping.â
âOh my goodness,â Genny gasped.
âYeah,â Tim nodded his head. âAngela said that she will keep me posted.â
âWell, hopefully, she gets some information on Y/Nâs kidnapping.â
âI hope so too,â Tim agreed.
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You donât 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 didnât 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 werenât 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 wasnât 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.
âLet me go!â 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 sheâs calling for help.
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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 wasnât able to. Plus, the woman whom she saw trying to escape fit Y/Nâs description.
âListen up, everyone,â Grey yelled out when he walked out of his office to get everyoneâs attention. âI 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/Nâs description running away from someone and was in distress, and by the sound of it, Iâm 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,â He explained. âSo, 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. Iâll notify Tim about whatâs happening. Then Iâll head out and meet everyone over there.â
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 Timâs number to call him.
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Tim was watching TV in the living room of Gennyâs 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 Greyâs office phone who was calling him.
âHello?â He said into the phone.
âBradford, I got some news for you.â
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.
âWhat is it?â Tim asked.
âWe found your wife.â
Tim was shocked at what he just heard. He couldnât believe it. He canât believe that you were finally found. He felt like he could cry happy tears because of it.
âWhere is she? How did they find her? âIs she alright?â Tim frantically asked.
âSheâs 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 youâre asking if sheâs alright. Truly I donât think so, she was held captive for the past few days. Sheâs gonna need you, Bradford. I know I technically sat you out for this since itâs personal, but that doesnât matter right now. Iâll radio Sergeant Chen to stop by your sisterâs house to pick you up, and you both can head over there,â Lieutenant Grey explained over the phone to Tim.
Tim couldnât 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 Timâs shared house, kidnap you, and hold you captive for a few days.
âOkay. Iâll be waiting in the front yard for her,â Tim said.
âOkay, perfect. Iâll meet both of you out there.â
âAlright,â 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.
âThey found Y/N,â He said when he approached her.
âOh my gosh,â Genny said as she closed her laptop and looked up to Tim. âIs she in stable condition? Do you know?â She asked.
âI have no idea,â Tim shook his head. âMost likely she isnât. 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.
âI donât mind at all. Of course, I can watch her,â Genny nodded her head.
Tim sighs in relief, âThank you so much.â
âOf course.â
Tim quickly walked away and went to the guest bedroom to grab his gun holster and his badge. Tim then rushed out of Gennyâs 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.
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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 havenât had any luck. Until they heard Angela in the distance, yelling at someone or something to put the weapon down.
âThatâs gotta be the brothers or at least one of them,â 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 didnât 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. Heâs 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.
âL.A.P.D.,â Lucy yelled. âDrop your weapons now, or we will shoot,â 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 canât believe that you are back in your husbandâs arms.
âI thought Iâd never see you again,â you sniffed. You pulled back and looked at Tim. âI thought I wasnât gonna make it. Whereâs Vanessa? Is she okay?â you started to ramble.
âShhh everything is okay now,â Tim reassured you. âIâm here now. Youâre safe. Vanessa is safe, Genny is watching her right now. Letâs get you transported to the hospital to get you checked out, yeah?â
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.
âMay we come in?â Angela knocked lightly on the door of your room. Wesley was with her. They brought a bouquet of your favorite flowers for you.
âOf course,â Tim answered.
âHow are you feeling?â 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.
âOkay, I guess,â you nodded. âAnd thank you for the flowers, it means so much to me.â
âOf course,â Angela smiled.
âDid you catch them?â 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.
âThey caught the brothers,â Wesley spoke up for Angela. âThey 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,â He said.
âWell, thatâs great news for me,â 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.
âYes, it is,â Angela gave you a comforting smile. âGet some sleep now,â she said. âYou have been through so much for the past few days.â
âI will,â 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 Bâs 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 couldnât 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 20âs his apartment wouldâve 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 itâs 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 wasnât because of you at all because you were without a doubt one of the most stunning women heâs ever seen, and he used to date an alien. But dating and love werenât a priority to Dick anymore. He asked you out thinking it wouldnât 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 hasnât felt in years. Every time he was with you he got these butterflies that he hasnât 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. Itâll 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 didnât 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 Dickâs 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 couldnât 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 didnât. 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 Dickâs. 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 âYou okay dickie?â 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.
âYeah babe, Iâm okay. I just need you to stop moving so muchâ he responded his voice hoarse. You go to argue that you were trying to get comfortable when suddenly you notice the flush crawling up Dickâs 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, Dickâs 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 didnât want you to feel like you had to move any quicker than your were ready to. If his bodily reactions werenât 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 youâd 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.
âBaby,â he voices âyouâre gonna be the death of meâ. You stop immediately, suddenly concerned you did something to hurt him.
âIs it me dick? Whatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?â 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.
âYou didnât hurt me pretty girl⊠you truly have no idea what you do to me do you?â He asks but he already knows the answer as you shake your head no. âIf you keep grinding on me like that Iâm gonna cream my pants like some pre pubescent boy with a playboy magazineâ 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 heâs 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, itâs as amazing as both of you imagined. It does little however to curb Dickâs issues. And you still have no clue how much of an effect you have on him.
SUCH a boobs man iâll literally fight to the ends of the earth to prove you wrong.Â
bruce is sooo old fashioned that whenever youâre 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 repeatedlyÂ
bruceâs lips would trail kisses on your neck until he reached the back of your ear, lightly biting it before whispering filthy things in your earÂ
âfuck, look at my girls goâ yes, he was talking about your boobs. âso warmâ" thrust. âand soft--" thrust. âall for meâ
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DICK GRAYSON â 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 youâre riding him, burying his face in your cleavage and letting out muffled moans absorbed by your skin from how good you were taking him
âattagirlâ dick panted on your chest, his lips glistening with saliva and smeared all over your skin. âjust like thatâ fuuuck, make this dick yoursâÂ
you couldnât 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 dickâs face from how fast and deep he was dragging you in and out of his twitching cock.
 âcmon gorgeousâ dick murmured, licking a clean stripe on your cleavage before moaning from your pussy clamping around him. âlet me see you make a mess f' meâ
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JASON TODD â 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 percentâ 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 jasonâs 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 anywhereâ 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
âthatâs it, sweetheartâ 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. âjust keep that ass up for meâ
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TIM DRAKE â boobs
timothy jackson wayne-drake is a boobs man, no argument neededÂ
i mean, letâs be for real. itâs 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 mouseÂ
âtimâ 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 heâs 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 timâ 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
âtim pleaseâ 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. âneed you so badâ
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
âi know, love. i knowâ tim murmured softly, clicking another piece of evidence with his mouse and circling your nipple with his thumb. âim almost done with work. slide a finger in for me in the meantime, yeah?â
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CLARK KENT â ass
guys, heâs a farmerâs boy. what else did you expect?
everytime you walked away from him to get or do something, clarkâs 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
âmoreâ 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. âmoremoremoremoreââ
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 assâ 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. âc-clark⊠oh my godâ
your ass was spread more by clarkâs 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 couldnât 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
âtaste so good, honeyâ this man was so pussy drunk it was pathetic. âwanna stay here foreverâ
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SUPERBOY PRIME â 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.Â
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 heâd let out a small whine whenever youâd take his hands off
itâs 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
âyouâre so hot, babeâ clark moaned with another thrust to keep up with his pace and depth. âfeelinâ amazing, in and outâ he gave your boobs another squeeze to make his point
the sounds were quick âclap!clap!clap!â 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 âshitshitshitshiiiitâ and thrust his cock deeper in your pussy, feeling your pussy suck him in more and his cock already twitching. âim gonna cum already, babyâ
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ROY HARPER â 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 doesnât play with his babygirl).Â
but when he looks over her shoulder during their pretend tea time and sees you bending down while rummaging through a cabinet⊠donât 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 hisâ before lian would make him snap out of it by reminding him to finish his âteaâ, 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
âuh huh, just like thatâ 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. âfuuuck, i love this ass. could stare at her all dayâ
the drag royâs 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 wasnât home
âroyyyâ you whined, feeling the pace of your hips falter despite your orgam just starting to build up in you. âc-cant⊠need you to t-take overâ
you didnât have to ask him twice. immediately, royâs hands on your waist took over by dragging your warm walls more onto his length. you felt so warm that he couldnât help but move his hips back on your ass and knock his head back onto the headboard with a moan
âattagirlâ he let out a breathless chuckle from your sounds, lowering his head to admire the view one more time. âjust sit there with that pretty ass and let roy do the work, yeah?â
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WALLY WEST â boobs
if there wasnât a day where wally west didnât 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 wallyâs 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
âw-wally! fuck!â you moaned, knocking your head back and burying your hands more into his ginger locks. wallyâs 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.Â
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.Â
âfuck, youâre soakedâ he said on your boob. âand i didnât even touch you properly.â the vibrations of his voice making your clit throb in anticipation. and of course, wally just had to grin from that
âwallyâŠâ you panted, bringing your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes. âplease.. i need you...â
âshh i know, beautifulâ his fingers was tracing your entrance, feeling your folds pulse from how you need him in you. âlet me finish giving my girls more attention and ill get back to her laterâ
(@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.
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