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amydancepants-peralta · 5 years ago

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A surprise little update to my longest (and nearly oldest) fic - an AU called Brooklyn, in celebration of my 1 year writing anniversary. ♥️🎄😁

(And a quick thank you to all of you who have supported me over the last year, whether it was letting me crazy rant about something that won’t write itself, or liking/reblogging my work. There are some lovely people here, and I'm thankful for all your support. 🥺💕☺️)

Brooklyn.

Chapter Sixteen: All I Want For Christmas Is You (ao3)

Jake taps his hand impatiently against the thin plastic armrest of his airplane seat, narrowing his eyes onto the screen in front of him in a desperate attempt to keep himself distracted. It would appear that not even Die Hard, his favourite Christmas movie ever, could stop him from wishing that this plane would just hurry up and land.

It was just under a week ago that he’d been pulled into Holt’s office, and requested by his captain to travel to Milwaukee for assistance with a case. An elusive robber by the name of Dixon - whom Jake had caught two years prior, but thanks to a greasy lawyer had managed to walk away uncharged - had resurfaced in Wisconsin of all places, and their fellow members of the force were determined not to let him get away this time.

Although reluctant to be away from his family for any period of time, let alone a week before Christmas, Jake also understood the need to finally see justice be served, and so he’d made his way to the Badger State. Things had gone relatively well, with the quick thinking of the combined detectives, Dixon had been captured and charged within five days of Jake arriving.

And then the airline that Jake had been booked on to travel home went on strike. And, being Christmas Eve, all other flights were completely full.

It had taken nine different types of prayer; seven confusing phone calls, a forty minute Uber pool with five strangers (one of whom had yet to discover the magic of deodorant), and a ninety minute train ride before he made it to Chicago, where he then begged and pleaded (literally, down on his knees) to be let onto the last flight to New York. By the grace of all that is good in the world, there was one last seat on the flight, and in four short hours he would be home.

It was now three hours in to what would undoubtedly go down as the longest flight in the history of the world, and for the eighth time since take off Jake resisted the urge to call over a flight attendant and offer to get out and push the plane home, if it’d mean they would get there faster. He’d felt off centre all week - like there was a part of him that was missing, and he was willing to bet everything he had that he wouldn’t feel complete again until he was home.

Truthfully, he ached for Amy something fierce. He missed the home that they’d made together, the feeling of her arms around him every morning when he woke up, and the smell of her perfume that always managed to linger on his pillow. He missed their daughter, Mia - an endlessly beautiful combination of Amy’s smarts and Jake’s humour whose presence never failed to make Jake’s heart smile. He missed his family - this world that they’d made of their very own, where nothing seemed impossible and love was the most valuable commodity.

Sighing, Jake reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, activating the screen and staring at a photo of the three of them together for the umpteenth time. Next time his captain asks him to leave his family before Christmas, he is undecidedly going to say no - repercussions be damned.

“Is that your family?” A voice pops up from his left, and Jake turns to his seat mate with a polite smile, nodding. She was a mature aged woman with purple rinsed hair, wire rimmed glasses and a friendly face, and briefly he feels rude for not acknowledging her presence before now. “You look very happy in that photo” she continues with a kind smile, and Jake nods again.

“Yeah, this was the first time my wife and I had taken our daughter out to build a snowman. It wasn’t the greatest result, but you can just tell this version of Frosty has a heart of gold.”

The woman laughs, asking another question, and before Jake knows it he’s retelling his and Amy’s entire story - and how one chance encounter over spilled coffee had changed their lives infinitely for the better.

“We got married six months after that, in a quiet little chapel about an hour out of town, and I guess you could say that we all lived happily ever after.” He still remembers the feeling of his heart leaping into his throat as Amy appeared at the end of the aisle, angelic in white lace with her father on her arm. Her smile was tied to his own as she drew closer, growing larger by the second, and while he knows that there were vows - and quite sweet ones at that, if he does say so himself - all Jake can truly remember about the ceremony is the sight of Amy in front of him. She was stunning (is stunning, after all these yeras) and in that moment Jake truly felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Four years ago, Mia had arrived, and then they had everything.

The captain interrupts their conversation in what feels like only minutes later, announcing their descent into NY airspace, and with a quick glance at his watch Jake realises that he is now only thirty minutes away from Amy and Mia. His heart skips a beat at the thought: finally, his world is returning back to normal.

Jake’s only just begun to stride through the arrivals hall, clearing through the automated doors when he first hears a voice he would recognise anywhere.

“Daaaaddddyyyyyyyyyy!”

Tiny gold sparkly shoes slap across the tiled floor as his daughter comes barrelling towards him - and without hesitation Jake drops his backpack to the floor, crouching down to meet Mia’s outstretched arms with his own as she crashes into him.

She wriggles, clambering onto the knee that Jake has bent slightly until she’s resting against his thigh, wrapping her tiny hands as closely around her father’s neck as she possibly can and squishing her face into his chest. A contented smile crosses over Jake’s face, both arms wrapping around his daughter as she nestles in, and with every passing second, he can feel himself begin to reset. This is what he had been needing.

Mia mumbles something about missing him, and making him a drawing, all of which is muffled by her position against Jake’s shirt, but he can’t bring himself to ask her to move. It has been five days without his daughter, which is five days far too long, and there’s a part of him that is hoping that she’ll never want to let go.

“Welcome home, babe.” The sweetest voice in the world pipes up, and Jake lifts his head from his daughter’s hair to smile up at Amy, craning up to meet her halfway with a kiss. “Mia and I missed you so much, didn’t we cutie?”

Jake feels his daughter’s head shuffle up and down, still unwilling to move from his embrace, and his heart swells all the larger. “I missed you two. So, so much.”

Mia’s head pops up, enchanting Jake with those deep brown eyes of hers in the same way she’s been doing for the last four years - a trick she undoubtedly inherited from her mother. “Did you see Santa in da sky, Daddy?”

“Hmm,” Jake responds, stroking his chin as though deep in thought. “You know, I did hear some sleigh bells, but maybe that was just the wind?” She looks so crestfallen at his answer that Jake backtracks quickly, “It’s a little early for Santa, baby. I’d bet he’s still at his workshop, putting together the last of the presents.”

Mia studies Jake’s response so carefully, and she’s so much like her mother it makes his heart ache at times, and slowly she nods - clearly accepting Jake’s suggestion. When she turned into this little person, he’s really not sure, and when he turns to glance in Amy’s direction, he notices that she’s got a similar look on her face. “Time to go home, bubba?”

Another nod, this one a little more enthusiastic as she tightens her grip around Jake’s neck, and he stands slowly keeping one careful hand on her back.

“You wanna show Daddy the drawing you did for him, Mia Moo?” Amy asks, trying to catch the eyes of their daughter as she remained koala-gripped to Jake’s chest.

“Mmmfphff a prfffapa ofmus” is Mia’s muffled reply, and Jake shares a puzzled look with Amy before hooking one arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a three-way welcome home hug.

He has learned a little bit of Mia-ese over the years, and so he replies - “It’s a what of what?”

With a flop of her dark curls Mia pulls herself away from Jake dramatically, giving him a Look before repeating “It’s a picshure of us, Daddy!”

Keeping her chuckle quiet, Amy reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, quickly unfolding the masterpiece for Jake. And it’s a multi-coloured jumble of shapes and stick figures, with some fun bonus love hearts added in for good measure, and it may not be perfect but it’s the greatest thing Jake has ever seen, and he gives Mia a big thank you hug as the three of them walk through to the carpark. He’d had to fight hard to find his way home today, but he’d do it all again in a heartbeat just for moments like these.

The following morning is Christmas, and there are teeny, tiny little feet pattering down the hallway of the Peralta-Santiago home not long after the sun rises. Jake can hear it, no matter how hard he tries to bury his head into his pillow, and from beside him Amy groans.

“Your child is awake, Peralta.”

Not yet willing to open his eyes, Jake wraps a heavy arm around Amy’s middle, pulling her closer and nuzzling into her neck. “She’s your child too, ya know.”

“Not at this time of the morning, she isn’t.”

Dropping a kiss to Amy’s shoulder, Jake opens his eyes and lifts himself onto one elbow, keeping the other hand resting against his wife’s waist. “Nuh-uh. You can’t go making Lion King references against me on this, Ames. No matter how good it is.” He brushes away a loose section of Amy’s hair, revealing her smile as she tries so very hard not to laugh.

She opens one eye, lashes fluttering as she focuses on Jake, closing it again quickly. “I can’t help it if our daughter wants to watch Disney movies all. day. long, babe.”

“No doubt about it, the girl has good taste.” Amy smiles in response, grabbing the hand from around her waist and holding it close to her chest as she buries her head back into the pillow. They’d stayed up late last night, pulling out all of the presents they’d been hiding until the Christmas tree was well and truly stocked with gifts, setting the scene for Santa’s visit to keep the illusion alive.

After Amy stole the cookie that Mia had left out for Santa before Jake had a chance to (which resulted in a vanilla flavoured kiss for him a few minutes later, so really - who is he to complain?), they’d taken advantage of their quiet apartment with a shared bottle of wine and hours of talking.

Moments of peace were so treasured amongst the two of them, even after six years together, and not for the first time Jake had felt bewildered that there was ever a time that he truly didn’t believe that love was real. Amy had crashed into him one afternoon, never to leave again, and the thought of any type of life without her was simply unimaginable. She was his best friend, and the greatest person he’s ever known, and now as the mother to their beautiful daughter she sparkled all the more.

The footsteps grow louder again, this time paired with excited squeals as Mia obviously discovers the presents under the Christmas tree. Within seconds she’s running through the entry to Jake and Amy’s bedroom, flying towards their bed with total abandon as she cries out “CHRIMMAS!!”, landing in between her parents with a flop.

“Oof!” Amy cries out in surprise, her sleepy eyes now wide open. Mia reaches for her mother, snuggling into her shoulder and whispering “Merry Chrimmas Mommy” before turning towards Jake and repeating the action, and it’s so adorable that both Jake and Amy pull her in for a hug, squeezing her tight as she giggles from her position between them.

“Santa came, Santa came!”

“He did, baby? That’s exciting!” Jake replies, and although he’d once sworn that he’d never teach any future child the myth that was Santa Claus, it takes one look at his daughter’s ecstatic face to know that sometimes the belief in a little thing called magic was worth holding onto while you can. She grabs onto his forearm, pulling it with all of her tiny strength in a futile attempt to get Jake out of bed, throwing him a look before trying the same with Amy. Her determination was second to none, and it made Jake endlessly proud whenever it was on display.

Leaning in to place a gentle kiss to Amy’s temple, Jake shifts until he’s no longer under the covers. “Pancakes, Miss Mia?”

Mia squeals again, wriggling her way down to the bottom of the mattress and taking half of the blanket along with her, racing towards the kitchen for the Santa Stylez Pancakes that Jake has been promising all week. With a grumble, Amy slowly begins to untangle herself from the bed linen, and Jake leans in for one more good-morning kiss before heading into the kitchen, where an unattended Mia has the potential to lead to disaster.

Within the hour the living room has turned into a scene of wrapping paper decimation, a kaleidoscope of colours and patterns covering the once clean hardwood floors. There were new toys everywhere - dolls and toy cars, books and puzzles and everything in between, and Mia sits in the middle of her circle of destruction, currently fascinated by a talking bear plush.

Amy sits to his left, one hand resting on his thigh as they sit together watching Mia play. The new earrings he bought her for Christmas are sparkling gently against the lights on the tree, and around his wrist sits a brand new probably-too-fancy-for-him watch, the kind he’s always wanted but never dared to buy. They’d spent the morning fielding phone calls from family and trying to negotiate their daughter into calmly unwrapping one present at a time, all plans of which flew out the window when she raced to the living room and turned into a flurry of wrapping paper and sticky tape. There’s nothing quite like the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning though, and both Jake and Amy had sat back and let Hurricane Mia do her thing.

Waiting until their daughter has turned her attention to a new puzzle, dumping out the pieces onto the floor with an already concentrated grin on her face, Amy leans into Jake’s side, dropping a gentle kiss to his cheek before whispering, “I’ve got one last present for you, babe.”

Jake turns towards his wife, momentarily struck into dumbfounded silence as he realises that even now: in her pyjamas with still messy bed hair, sitting on their living room floor surrounded by torn up wrapping paper, Amy is still easily the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. She raises her eyebrows at his silence, and Jake blinks rapidly as he backtracks his thoughts. “One last present, hmm?” He rests a finger underneath her chin and leaves a chaste kiss against her lips. “Does it start with Sexy and end in Timez, I wonder?”

Amy furrows her brow, blinking in confusion. “Huh? Oh! … No.” Shuffling slightly closer to the tree, she reaches in to the middle branches, pulling out a tiny rectangular box before returning to Jake. “I mean, yeah - that’s totally happening later tonight, once our little munchkin is asleep. But I have one more actual gift for you, babe.”

Jake takes the box from her outstretched hands, blushing slightly at his sex-related assumptions, and pulls Amy back in for another kiss. “Thank you, Ames. I already love it.”

She rests her forehead against his, closing her eyes for a moment. “You’re such a smooth talker, Peralta. But open the present, I’ve been dying to give it to you since last night.”

Eagerly pulling at the surrounding ribbon, Jake casts aside the lid of the box before pushing the surrounding tissue paper away. And then he stares at the contents, and his heart skips a thousand beats.

“Ames?” He looks over at her, tears beginning to pool in his eyes, and Amy bites down on her lower lip, nodding quickly.

His eyes return back to the gift in his hand. Inside the box sat a tiny rectangular photo of a sonogram, resting on top of a positive pregnancy test. They were having another baby.

He blinks again, hardly believing it to be true. They were having another baby!

A millisecond later, Amy is wrapping her arms around him, her own happy tears streaking down her face as she buries her face into Jake’s neck, and the two of them begin laughing happily as Jake holds her close to his chest. “Ames, I … what?!” He mumbles, still in shock that the little brother or sister for Mia that they’d been hoping for was finally going to happen.

“I found out the second day you were away,” Amy answers, pulling back slightly to pepper tiny kisses all over Jake’s cheek, resting adjacent to him on the floor but keeping her legs draped across his lap. “And it just didn’t feel like something you should find out over the phone.” Jake nods, pulling her in for another kiss, a longer one this time as the elation begins to kick in. “You don’t know how many times I nearly told you last night, babe.”

“Probably a few million?”

“Try a hundred billion. I’ve just been bursting at the seams, Jake. I’m so excited!” Her hands move to either side of his face, eyes turning gentle as they take in his own exhilaration. “I love you so much, Jake Peralta.”

“I love you so much too, Amy Santiago.” He pauses as Amy leans in for a kiss, running his hands gently up and down her back. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive, and this is literally the best Christmas present I could ever get.”

From the other side of the tree Mia cries out in triumph as she slides the last puzzle piece into place, already taking after her mother with her impressive puzzler mind. She giggles with joy as her parents applaud her, scrambling across the floorboards until she’s resting in Jake’s lap (it’s one of her favourite places to be).

“We have to figure out how to tell her, next” Amy whispers into Jake’s ear, and he nods. The birds and the bees talk seemed waaay too soon, but he knows Mia’s curious mind won’t take for just any old line for an answer. He wraps one hand around his daughter, placing the gift in his left hand carefully on the floor beside him before pulling Amy closer, sighing in contentment as all three of them sit together in front of the Christmas tree. Decisions like that could wait. The whole world could wait, really - because he had everything he needed, right here in his arms.

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dollwritesarchive · 3 years ago

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holy writing event, batman ! !

this bitch is doing another one?

yes!

my 3 year anniversary of being a writer here on tumblr is coming up in June 2022, and I’ve hit 9k followers on this blog today so a celebration of some kind is due. i decided that this would be the perfect time to have an all threesome-related event ( because it’s whore hours 24/7 in thewritingdoll’s slutty little corner of the inter web! )

am i still working on the other prompts lists/games i’ve got? yes! if you’ve requested for any prompts or kink roulettes, know that I haven’t abandoned those!

the event will be from now until… well, until i finish the requests. there’s only 10 prompts available and there will not be any more so once they’re taken, they’re taken so make sure you’re getting your requests in asap. please please limit yourself to 1 prompt per requester. and! since this event is all about the throuples, be sure to include two characters in your request. like always, please include the full prompt & the characters you’re requesting in your ask, not just a number! ❤️

it’ll come as absolutely no surprise to anyone that this event is strictly dc, because that’s all i have the must for at the moment, but i will throw a bit of a curveball and allow requests for dc gals as well as fellas!

requests are closed, thank you all for 3 great years and 9k followers!!

prompts

( taken prompts have the requested characters’ names beside them ! )

“If I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited him/her/them sooner.” — Dick Grayson & Roy Harper

“What if we break you?” — Roy Harper & Wally West

"Just sit back and let me give you a show.” — Dick Grayson & Wally West

“Lay back and touch yourself. We want to watch.” — Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

“I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.” — Jason Todd & Roy Harper

“Think you can handle us both?” — Roy Harper & Wally West

“See? I told you my girl had a magic mouth.” — Roy Harper & Jason Todd

“We have a bet going. Whoever can make you cum the hardest gets to keep you.” — Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

“Do you want to play, too?” — Starfire & Roy Harper

“Go on, show him/her how good you take it.” — Starfire & Dick Grayson

#doll’s three’s company event

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songfell-ut · 4 years ago

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Ficciversary

...There’s no graceful way to spell that.

Anyway! It has been one year since I uploaded the first three chapters of Songfell. And. Holy Crap. Very Capitalized Holy Crap, Batman.

.......I planned all sorts of gushing about how life-changing it was to play Undertale and watch stuff on YouTube and then write thing, but I’m very tired, and all I will say is that my life has been better than it has in years, even with the stupid pandemic, because you guys were in it. Thank you. <3

I wanted to post all the things today, but emotional weirdness and life got in the way. Instead, here is the slightly tweaked first chapter of my Xmas gift to @venelona, and a pic I commissioned from @sharkowskii a while back and never posted till now. That’s right: on Songfell’s first anniversary, I have a newish thing and a picture from that thing. Mwa ha ha, japed again (?)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I am going to try opening asks for this blog. We’ll see how long my ADHD holds up :3

#not songfell

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arrowofcarnations · 4 years ago

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I’m Gonna Thrill You Tonight

Written for the eleventh day of Fic-O-Ween 2020, the Halloween-themed Sweater Weather/Coast to Coast fest organized by the wonderful M @opaleyedragon. This was such an awesome idea—thank you for putting this together so well and so quickly!

Thank you a million times over to SW & C2C author Hazel @lumosinlove for letting us play in her universe with her incredible characters. And a huge thanks to the lovely people of the SW discord for their support, encouragement, and inspiration. Y’all are the best hype squad a girl could ask for!

Title yanked from one of the all-time greatest Halloween jams, Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” Enjoy, goblins and ghoulies~

(Note: This work is rated E, so avert your eyes if you are a minor, please!)

It was Halloween night, and Finn O’Hara was going to die.

“Knutty won’t let you die,” Logan replied with a grin. “He’ll literally figure out how to resurrect you just so he has help with the food.”

Finn watched Logan watching himself in the bedroom mirror, turning this way and that as his green eyes looked over his costume. “No, I mean like—” Finn flung a hand out in Logan’s direction, making an up and down motion. “Look at you. Look at you.”

Logan’s amused smile slid into something more devious as he turned around to face Finn. The Batman costume he’d bought for this year’s team Halloween party was far more family-friendly than the one he’d worn at Harvard all those years ago, but it was still tight, the black spandex of the jumpsuit stretching over his broad chest and thighs in ways that were making it impossible for Finn to think about putting cupcakes on platters and filling the candy bowl downstairs for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters.

He crossed the room to put his hands on Finn’s hips, holding him there as he leaned up and brushed his lips against Finn’s in a barely-there kiss. “Who knew you had such a thing for Batman, eh?” he teased.

Finn huffed out a laugh, catching Logan in a firmer kiss that lingered as he let his hands roam up Logan’s arms and down his back, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric. “I have a thing for you as Batman,” he said, which was true to a maybe-embarrassing degree. He could feel the heat of those green eyes, sharp and intense as they peered at him through the dark mask, going straight to a hallowed place just below the plastic yellow belt of his Robin costume.

Logan’s smile widened at the admission and he gave Finn a playful butt tap, the same way he’d do on the ice. After a moment, though, his mouth fell into a more serious line, brows knitting in thought.

“What?” Finn asked, sensing the shift in mood.

“No, just…” Logan bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes searched Finn’s. “This—me in this costume—it’s not making you sad, right?”

Finn’s heart pulled a little at that—seeing Logan in the cape and cowl again had, unsurprisingly, brought up a lot of old memories—but he meant it when he smiled at Logan and shook his head no. “It’s not,” he murmured, giving Logan’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “It might’ve a year ago, maybe, but now…” He pressed his hands to the expanse of Logan’s chest, palms warmed by the heat of Logan’s body. “I can touch you the way I want. And tell you I love you. And that you make a fucking hot Batman.”

Logan was smiling again, the worry smoothed out of his face. He leaned in to kiss the hollow of Finn’s throat, the press of it more tender than teasing. “D’accord. Bon.”

“Da-core. Bone.”

Logan groaned like Finn had just told an awful joke, but he was fighting a grin even as he shook his head. “Please don’t,” he said. “Your accent hurts me.”

“Hey, Batman and Robin, let’s hustle,” Leo called, his footsteps in the hall getting louder until he was joining them in the room. “Everybody’s on their way.”

Finn and Logan looked over at him, their mouths falling open simultaneously. Finn wasn’t sure what he’d imagined when Leo had told them he’d be dressing up as Poison Ivy, but any mental images he’d enjoyed over the past week or two paled in comparison to the real thing.

The real thing was standing in his bedroom, all six-feet-three-inches of him, his tight green jumpsuit adorned with leaves and twisting vines that were thicker in strategic places. His shoes were the same color, blending into the rest of the outfit and making his already-long legs look like they went on forever. Finn’s mouth watered as his eyes trailed down the low (low, low) V-cut of the suit down those mile-long legs and back up again to Leo’s face. He was looking at them expectantly, one eyebrow raised beneath a halo of blond, leaf-strewn curls.

Logan cleared his throat. “Holy…”

“Shit,” Finn finished for him, voice low and emphatic. “Look. At. You.”

Watching Leo’s expression morph from confused to surprised to flattered made Finn’s heart swell. He didn’t know how Leo could be at all surprised by their reaction, given what he was wearing, but the earnest flush rising on his cheeks told Finn he hadn’t quite been expecting to drop any jaws.

“No time,” Leo said with a head shake, but he was smiling brightly under the glow of their praise. “Dumo and Celeste are like, five minutes away. If we start this now…”

But Finn was already crossing the room to Leo, needing to be closer, needing to touch. “We’ll never go downstairs, because we’ll spend the rest of the night worshipping you,” he said, letting his fingertips trail down the bare stretch of skin from Leo’s throat to the end of his sternum.

“Ouais,” Logan hummed in agreement, coming up to stand on Leo’s opposite side and nip playfully at his earlobe, chasing it with a kiss. “Très sexy, Nut.”

“Oh god.” Leo was laughing and taking a step back, hands on each of their shoulders to keep them at bay, but the flush on his cheeks that was now working its way down his neck gave him away. Finn smiled; he loved a flustered Leo, loved being the one to fluster him. “No time.”

“You said five minutes,” Logan said, undeterred.

“Yeah,” Finn added. “I can work with five minutes. We all know Lo can work with five minutes.”

Finn laughed as Logan gave his shoulder a shove. Leo just shook his head again. Then his smile slanted a bit, looking more like a smirk, as his eyes traveled from Logan to Finn and back again. “Later,” he said, voice low and full of promise. “When we have hours, not minutes.” He kissed them, one after the other, and said, “Come on, I’m not letting these cupcakes burn!”

Leo was already out the door as Finn and Logan looked at each other with raised brows.

“We’re making him wear that every fucking year,” Logan said.

Finn kissed him through a smile. “Oh, yeah. And not just on Halloween. Birthdays, anniversaries, days that end in Y…”

Leo was glad they’d volunteered to host this year. Since he and Finn had been roommates before getting together, and they’d already been living together when Logan moved in, they’d never thrown the kind of housewarming party that other newly shacked-up people in relationships often did. It was always fun when the whole team could get together like this with their families, and the fact that it was here, in this space Leo now shared with both his loves, made it that much sweeter.

That was the last coherent thought Leo had before the chaos of the night began. Not two seconds after he got the last of the food set out, the entryway filled with the sound of “Happy Halloween!” being shouted in unison by the entire Dumais clan. By the time Leo reached them, the kids were already all over Logan, chattering a mile a minute and showing him the candy haul they’d collected so far. Finn hugged Celeste and fist bumped Pascal before he was jogging down the front steps to help James and Lily, who’d just pulled up with baby Harry and some party supplies in tow.

“This is exciting,” Celeste said, kissing Leo’s cheek as she took off her coat to reveal her classic Wonder Woman costume underneath. “We’re finally the ones visiting you three.”

“Oui, we’ll see if Logan’s gotten any neater since his time under our roof,” Pascal, who was decked out as Superman, added.

“A little,” Leo said, smiling as he thought about how Logan had started making his bed and throwing clothes into drawers whenever he knew the three of them would be sleeping in his room. “Not in hotels, though—it still looks like a hurricane blew through when we’re on roadies.”

“Hey Knutty, Tremz,” James said, pulling the mask on his Spider-Man costume over his head to give them the full effect and spreading his arms. “Awesome, right? We should theme these things every year. Whose idea was heroes and villains?”

“Finn’s,” Leo said before Lily came up behind them, Finn trailing a bit behind her with the bags. She looked spot-on in her Mary Jane costume, and had Harry—dressed as the only spider Leo could ever call cute—balanced on her hip.

“Oh, hello,” Lily said, raising her eyebrows before going in for a one-armed hug. “You’re putting us all to shame, Poison Ivy.”

“Right?!” Finn yelled from the top of the steps. Logan said it at the same time, shooting Leo a wink as he put Katie up on his shoulders. It warmed Leo’s chest like it did every time, and he suspected that would never change.

Over the next hour, more and more people showed up until the entire team was packed into Leo, Logan, and Finn’s place. By the time Leo was pouring himself a second cup of punch, the party was well and truly underway. The players and their families were eating, drinking, and chatting, complimenting and chirping each other’s costume choices in equal measure; tiny fingers grabbed fistfuls of candy from the bowls scattered throughout the living room, hallway, and kitchen; and orange and purple string lights cast a festive glow through the decorated house.

Thriller was playing through the sound system Finn had recently set up downstairs, and Leo watched on as James—Peter Parker’s Spider-Man—and Thomas—Miles Morales’s Spider-Man—tried to have a dance-off to decide whose costume was superior. (Tried being the operative word, as James’s list of talents did not include dancing.) Lily had her palm over her face, and Noelle, looking cute as Gwen Stacy, was laughing beside her.

It made Leo want to play the observer for another minute or two, to commit this night to memory. He made his way around the living room, sipping his drink as he went. He smiled as he caught sight of Kasey, appropriately dressed up as Mr. Freeze, and chatted with him for a couple of minutes before leaving him at the mercy of Natalie, grinning and tipsy and objectively stunning in her Catwoman suit. The only couple getting more handsy than them was Sirius and Remus. Sirius, ever the captain, had shown up as Captain America, and Remus had his arms wrapped around his back underneath the shield resting there as they kissed in the far corner of the room. Sirius pulled back to nose at Remus’s jaw and Remus laughed when he saw his face, swiping a hand across Sirius’s cheek. Leo realized Sirius was covered in smudges of black where Remus’s Winter Soldier eye makeup had rubbed off on his skin.

Heat trickled in Leo’s gut as he thought about what Logan and Finn would look like wearing that makeup—what they’d look like if Leo wore that makeup and made out with them in a dark corner, gray-black marks smeared over their cheeks, their mouths. He blinked and took a long drink from the plastic cup in his hand, shelving that distracting mental image even as he vowed to find a costume that required eyeliner for next year.

“Gross, isn’t it?” a voice beside him said. Leo turned to see Regulus, who just rolled his eyes and shook his head a bit at the lovebirds across the way. “Like, I’m happy for them and everything, but do they have to do this all the time? Don’t their lips ever go numb?”

Leo laughed and, noticing Regulus’s cup was empty, passed him his own half-full one with a look that said, here, you’ll need this. He didn’t have siblings, but he guessed just about everyone would feel how Regulus did when it came to their brother’s PDA. He’d noticed that Regulus seemed genuinely baffled by kissing and sex in general, though, and wondered not for the first time if Regulus experienced that kind of attraction. Now wasn’t the time to get into it, so Leo chirped him for his Loki costume instead, flicking one of the wings on his helmet. “Nice antennae.”

“Nice chest hair,” Regulus quipped back. “Did the zipper fall off that thing, or?”

Leo laughed loudly, which made Regulus laugh, and they passed the cup of punch back and forth for a few minutes, talking about hockey, travel schedules, the upcoming holidays. Eventually the Dumais kids found Regulus and started asking him to go, tugging on his cape and hoisting their pillowcases over their shoulders.

“Trick-or-treating duty,” Regulus said by way of explanation before herding (or being herded by) his charges out the front door. As Leo watched them leave, he caught sight of someone he didn’t recognize; a woman who looked maybe a few years older than him with dark skin and criss-crossing goddess braids that rested over the plates of her Valkyrie armor.

She walked over to another woman dressed as Captain Marvel, putting a hand on the small of her back as she talked to—Finn, Leo realized. Captain Marvel gave Finn a brief hug, and Finn said something that made both women laugh before heading into the kitchen. When they turned around, Leo recognized her as June. He’d known she was coming; Finn had suggested inviting her once they knew they were hosting, and Leo and Logan had agreed—Leo perhaps a little more readily than Logan. Leo understood that. He hadn’t had much time to feel anything other than confusion about June, but Logan had been wildly jealous—had been set up by her and Finn to be jealous—and it was clear the thought of her still rankled him slightly.

June and her—friend?—found Logan in the crowd, and Leo raised his eyebrows, taking a few steps toward that side of the room to head off any potential awkwardness, but decided to see how it played out first.

“Hey, Nutter Butter,” Finn said as he came up behind him, tilting his head to press a kiss to the side of Leo’s neck. He pressed a fresh drink into Leo’s hand before following Leo’s gaze across the room. “Uh oh. You think he’s okay over there?”

Leo hummed an affirmative, kissing Finn’s mouth briefly. “I think so,” he said. “I can jump in if things get tense. I think he’s fine, though, Harz.”

And it did seem that way; Logan definitely looked awkward, his smile somewhat forced, but then June said something to him that loosened him up and pulled a small, real grin out of him. Finn let out a breath Leo guessed he’d been holding, and he rested his head against Leo’s for a moment, temple to temple.

“I’m glad,” he said, stepping back to look at Leo. “I wouldn’t bring her around if you guys weren’t completely, 100-percent good with it, but I’m glad you are.” He paused, looking at Leo questioningly.

“I am,” Leo confirmed. “You should ask Logan again later, but I’m sure he’ll say the same thing.”

Finn nodded, taking an absentminded sip of his drink. A shadow of something flickered across his face, and Leo put a hand on the back of his neck, thumb rubbing small circles against the soft skin behind his ear. “He forgives you for all that,” Leo murmured. “You know he does. Don’t keep punishing yourself, sweetheart.”

Finn whined at the endearment, tilting his head back into the touch before shaking his head as if to clear it. “Why you gotta be so cute when you read my mind, Honeynut?” he said with a grin that compelled Leo to kiss him again. “Okay, so. June’s here, and she’s cool, and her girlfriend is cool, too, and I’m happy.”

Girlfriend, Leo thought. That answered that question. He let his free hand brush Finn’s hair back and kissed his forehead just above his Robin mask. “I’m happy, too,” he said. He was warm from the drinks, from his costume, from Finn’s body heat. Warm from Logan’s laugh traveling across the room. Warm from the happiness that filled his chest, so much fuller than Leo’d ever imagined it could be. “Love you, Fish.”

Warm from the brightness of Finn’s smile. “Love you, too.”

Logan was feeling good. He was a few rum and cokes in, maybe a little tipsy, and smiling as he caught up with Celeste and Pascal. He still saw them all the time, but it was different now that he wasn’t living with them, and he was glad to have a chance to spend that extra time with them—particularly Celeste, since there was always time during practice and travel to talk to Dumo.

He was grabbing a snack from a nearby table—he didn’t want to get too drunk, not before Leo could make good on his promise from earlier—when a “Hi, Logan” made him look up.

June. June and someone he didn’t know, both of them looking at him and smiling expectantly.

While he was fine with June coming—he knew she and Finn had stayed friends, and he trusted Finn completely—he’d sort of been hoping to avoid running into her after the impression he made at Christmas, at family skate. They hadn’t been his finest moments, and he still felt flickers of jealousy over her, though it was somewhat removed from him now, more like an echo.

“Hey, June,” Logan said with a nod and thin smile. “Nice costume. Yours, too, uh…”

“Amalia,” June said, gesturing to the woman in the Valkyrie costume as she extended her hand to Logan. “My girlfriend. ‘Malia, this is Finn’s boyfriend.”

“Ah, the famous Logan,” Amalia said with a warm smile and a firm handshake. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Part of Logan’s mind was stuck on girlfriend, but he gave a small, awkward laugh, looking nervously between them. “Famous? That doesn’t sound too good.”

“Oh, no,” Amalia said with a reassuring wave of her hand. “I just meant, I’m finally meeting the guy Finn talks to June about nonstop. Well, one of the guys.”

June hummed in agreement through a sip of her own drink. From this close, Logan could smell the boozy mix—mostly tequila, maybe some lime, too—and a hazy memory of him, Finn, and Leo doing body shots off each other after last season’s finals win swam briefly through his mind. “We’ll have to find Leo later and say hi,” June said to Amalia before looking back at Logan. “Thanks for inviting us. This is the most fun I’ve had on Halloween since...probably ever.”

“Same,” Logan said. “And yeah, no problem.”

June hesitated for a second, then seemed to make up her mind as she added, “And sorry for, you know. All the times we’ve met before now.”

That, combined with the sight of June’s free hand resting against the small of Amalia’s back in the almost-unconscious way Finn always did with him, pulled a real smile out of Logan, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Those were definitely less fun,” he said. “But it’s okay. It’s all good now.”

June’s smile was open and genuine as she said, “Yeah, seems that way, doesn’t it? It all worked out.” Her gaze was nothing short of adoring as she looked at Amalia, both of them grinning at each other as Amalia sipped her drink. “Still, I felt like I should apologize. The whole ‘going to family skate with Finn’ thing was mostly my idea. I thought, you know, this dude needs a fire lit under his ass! He needs to get a little jealous! But I’m pretty sure all it did was make you both miserable.”

“You were right, though,” Logan said before he could stop himself. He hadn’t planned on spilling his guts to his boyfriend’s ex tonight. Maybe the rum had loosened him up a little more than he’d thought, or maybe he was starting to like June despite himself, but he decided he could afford to let his guard down just a bit. “I did need a fire under me. It took a couple more matches, but eventually I woke up.”

June pursed her lips against a smile, giving Logan’s shoulder a brief squeeze. “I’m glad you did,” she said. “I can tell how happy Finn is. He’s crazy about you guys.”

Logan’s eyes searched the crowded room until they landed on Finn, beautiful and ridiculous in his Robin costume with his mouth trailing kisses up Leo’s neck and jaw, pulling a dimpled smile out of Leo. He wondered if he’d ever be able to look across a room at them and not be blown away by his love, by his own wild luck.

“I’m crazy about them,” he murmured half to himself, rubbing the heel of his hand absently over his full heart.

Later, Logan was sidestepping spiderwebs and skeletons to make his way to his bedroom. The house was quiet and still, the last few guests having poured themselves into taxis about twenty minutes ago, and he was dying to get out of his snug, overly warm costume and crawl under the covers with his boys. Just as he was unclipping the utility belt to slide it off his hips, he heard the bedroom door swing open a little further and the click of Finn’s black boots as he walked up behind him.

“Hey, don’t take that off yet,” Finn said lowly, arms snaking around Logan’s waist as he pressed his chest against Logan’s back. Logan sighed as Finn kissed the nape of his neck with a slow tenderness. He let his head fall forward to give Finn better access, closing his eyes and letting everything fall away that wasn’t Finn’s body solid against his, Finn’s mouth hot on his skin.

“I’m sweating in this thing,” Logan complained, but made no move to pull away from Finn or take off the costume. He changed tactics, turning in Finn’s arms to kiss him properly. “What, you don’t want me naked?”

“No, I do, I do,” Finn said, letting his hands trail up Logan’s abs and chest to rest on his shoulders. He did that a few more times, running his hands over Logan’s body as though to make sure he was really standing there. There was something in his expression Logan couldn’t quite read.

“Quoi?”

Finn stilled as he turned his brown eyes up to Logan’s, looking at him in a way that made Logan feel like he was naked already, all of him exposed for Finn to see. It used to be scary, being on the receiving end of that look from him, but Logan saw Finn now, too. Really saw him. “I’m just thinking,” Finn said like he was choosing his words carefully, “About all the things I wanted the last time I saw you in this costume. Everything I wanted to say to you, do to you.”

Logan’s heart ached at that. “Finn,” he started, frowning.

Finn held up a hand. “No,” he said gently, smiling. “It’s okay. I just meant...I loved you then, even when I’d barely known you three months. And I love you more now. So...leave it on? Just for a minute.” His hands found Logan’s hips, thumb circling precisely over the fleur-de-lis tattoo hiding under the material of the costume. That he could find it without even glancing down sent heat spiking through Logan’s body, and he splayed his own hands across Finn’s back underneath his red vest. Finn leaned in to kiss him, but before he closed the distance, he whispered, “Let me do all those things I thought about for so long.”

Unable to wait another second, Logan pitched forward, crashing their mouths together. They kissed until their lips were swollen and bitten-red, hands roaming and feet stumbling backwards until Finn’s back collided with the dresser drawers by the bed. Seeing an opportunity, Logan wrapped his arms around Finn more securely, lifted him off the ground and sat him on top of the dresser in one smooth motion.

When he pulled back, Finn just smiled at him bewilderedly, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Fuck,” Finn said, huffing out a breathless laugh as he blinked at the ceiling.

The cheap costume fabric was doing nothing to hide the outline of Finn’s hardening cock, and Logan his lip as he eyed it, palming his own dick briefly. The dynamic between them was always shifting depending on the mood, but Logan didn’t usually throw Finn onto pieces of furniture. Judging by Finn’s reaction, he was thinking he should do it more often. “Yeah? Tu aimes ça?” Logan asked, lips against Finn’s neck.

Finn had heard that phrase enough times to know its meaning. “Uh, yeah,” he said like it was obvious. “That was fucking hot, Lo. Didn’t know you could lift me that easy.”

“I bench more than you weigh,” Logan chirped back even as he kissed a trail over Finn’s collarbone.

Finn was still for a moment, and Logan thought maybe he was just having too good a time to respond, but then he sprung into action, hopping off the dresser and hauling Logan into his arms. A startled laugh burst out of Logan as Finn walked them over to the bed and threw him onto it, his back bouncing as he hit the mattress.

Their laughter slid into moans as they wrestled playfully for control, pressing each other down with their body weight and getting more and more distracted by their sloppy, heated kisses. Logan let himself be bracketed by Finn’s arms and legs, pinned by a pair of brown eyes that no longer had any trace of sadness in them. Logan reached behind Finn’s head to pull the tie of his mask free, tossing the fabric aside. Then he did the same with his own mask.

“Want to see all of you, mon rouge,” Logan said, stroking a thumb across Finn’s freckled cheek.

Finn leaned into it, smiling like there was nowhere else he’d rather be, and kissed him again.

They were tangled up in each other like that, touching and kissing and slowly rocking their hips against each other, when footsteps approached from down the hall, stopping beside the bed.

“I was gonna suggest we take a shower first, but…” Leo trailed off, eyes trailing over them both. “This is good. This is really good.”

“Hey, baby,” Finn smiled as Leo knelt on the bedspread, one hand going to tangle in Logan’s hair and the other pressed to the center of Finn’s back. He and Leo met each other in a kiss, and Leo hummed as he felt Logan’s hand creeping up his thigh to tease at his still-soft cock, obscured by the layers of his costume.

“Leo,” Logan said, sounding so genuinely delighted by his presence that Leo momentarily forgot about all the sex he wanted to have and just smiled at him, heart flipping in his chest. He bent over to kiss him soundly. “Logan,” he said back, smiling widely. “I promised you hours, didn’t I?”

“Oui,” Logan nodded, squeezing the swell of muscle above Leo’s knee. “Time for plenty of showers.”

Leo laughed, then turned his head as he felt Finn cradle his jaw. “Those fucking dimples,” Finn mumbled half to himself, “Kill me every time.”

Leo let Finn kiss him for a few heady moments, just feeling the two of them, feeling out the mood. He pulled back to look at their position, Finn on top of Logan and Leo knelt beside them both, and suddenly knew what he wanted.

“Take the rest of his costume off, Fish,” Leo murmured. He brushed a hand over Finn’s still-clothed cock and felt him twitch, heard his shaky inhale. “Then yours. Show him how hard he’s making you.”

It was a little bit of a gamble; though this side of Leo had come out more than a few times by now with Logan, he hadn’t yet tried giving orders to Finn in bed. He knew Finn liked to top, to be in control and throw himself into making his partners feel good—he knew that was what made Finn feel good—but he didn’t intend to boss Finn around quite the same way as he might with Logan.

“Would you like that, Tremz?” Leo added, brushing a thumb across Logan’s lips. Logan nodded, groaning. He kissed the pad of Leo’s thumb, green eyes darting between the two of them.

Seeing how much Logan was already into it made Finn’s eyes go wide and dark, and he hurried to get Logan naked as quickly as possible. Leo smiled to himself as he unzipped his own costume, happy his instincts seemed to have been right.

When the last scraps of fabric were on the floor, nothing but miles of bare skin between them, Leo stretched out on his side next to Logan, who was looking up at Finn walking himself forward on his knees. Finn straddled him again, closing a hand around Logan’s cock. Logan moaned and rolled his hips and fuck, Leo could watch Finn bring him off like that and be perfectly content, but he had other plans.

He wrapped a hand around his own dick, which was filling fast, and looked at Logan’s flushed face on the pillow beside him. Logan kissed him fiercely, like he hadn’t had the chance in weeks, and Leo moaned into his mouth, twitching in his own hand. He bit Logan’s bottom lip gently, then less gently, and Logan made a pleased sound, chasing Leo’s mouth as he pulled away.

Leo ran his knuckles down Logan’s cheek, overcome with fondness for this boy who’d had thicker walls than anyone Leo had ever met and was now so quick to show affection, to lay his heart bare in front of them. After a moment, he recovered himself enough to remember his plan and said in the steadiest voice he could manage, “Shhh, sweetheart. I know what you want. You want to suck Finn’s cock. You want to have him in your mouth. Right?”

“Oh, fuck. Oui, yes,” Logan said. Leo heard Finn swear under his breath, too, and he knew he had them. He looked at Finn. “Go on, Harzy. Give him what he wants.”

Finn shifted to plant his knees on either side of Logan’s head as Logan propped himself up on the pillows. He paused to catch Leo’s mouth in a bruising kiss before gripping himself at the base and slowly inching into Logan’s mouth, careful not to choke him. Logan couldn’t take Finn as deeply in this position, but that didn’t seem to matter; Logan groaned loudly, fingers digging into Finn’s thighs, and Leo’s heart stuttered in his chest as he saw Finn’s expression. He looked wrecked, his red hair a riot and a deep, rosy flush working its way down his face and neck.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing. Then Leo pushed himself up to kneel behind Finn, kissing and biting at his neck and shoulders. He steadied Finn’s hips with his hands, then pushed them forward slightly, causing his cock to slide further into Logan’s mouth.

“Knutty,” Finn gasped, reaching around to give Leo’s ass a squeeze. “Holy shit.”

“That’s it,” Leo said, starting to build up a rhythm until he was gently rocking Finn in and out of Logan. He kept one hand on Finn’s hip, guiding, while he reached the other behind himself to take Logan’s dripping cock in his hand. “Just like this. He loves it, Finn. He’s so hard, leaking all over himself. I can feel it.”

Logan was practically writhing beneath them, hands in a white-knuckled grip on Leo and Finn’s thighs as Finn fed him his cock and Leo jerked him off. The position was awkward, and Leo knew he wouldn’t be able to stay there long, but he kept it up until the muscles in his arm started to protest the angle. He shifted backwards until he could lower himself between Logan’s legs, licking a stripe up his length. Logan cried out around Finn, and Finn looked over his shoulder to see what Leo was doing, biting his lip around a groan.

“Wanna make him come like this?” Leo asked, raising an eyebrow as he smiled at Finn.

Finn, who had stilled as he turned his attention to Leo, nodded quickly. “Only if I can make you come next,” he said, flashing a grin that sent heat spiking through Leo. Logan pinched Finn’s ass, startling an “ow!” out of him.

“Allez,” Logan urged after pulling his mouth off Finn’s cock. His voice was already shot, and Leo had to give his own heavy cock a squeeze at the sound.

Finn smiled down at Logan, touching his leaking tip to Logan’s swollen, spit-slicked lips. Logan opened his mouth immediately, teasing the head the way he knew drove Finn wild every time, and they fell back into their rhythm, Logan taking Finn as far as he could manage. Leo’s focus turned to Logan’s cock, thick and tempting in his fist. He took him into his mouth and lost himself in it, rocking his hips absently against the mattress to take the edge off his own need.

Their onslaught of attention soon proved too much, and Logan’s legs started to tremble beneath Leo’s hands. Leo upped his pace, bobbing on Logan’s cock until Logan cried out around Finn, his whole body tensing as he started to spill down Leo’s throat.

“Fuck yes,” Finn said shakily as Leo worked him through it. He and Logan locked eyes as Logan rode out his orgasm, his rhythm on Finn’s cock faltering. “So good, Lo, baby. That’s it. Come for us.”

Logan eventually stilled, sinking back against the bed as his softening cock slipped out of Leo’s mouth. Leo pressed a gentle kiss to his tip before sitting up on his knees toward the foot of the bed. Finn pulled back, too, cock red and shining as he stretched out on top of Logan to kiss and nuzzle him. Leo knew Finn loved this part; sharing in the hazy bliss of his partners’ afterglow, regardless of whether he’d come yet himself. Leo loved Finn’s punch-drunk smile, loved how close Logan was holding him.

He was surprised when Finn suddenly turned around and leapt at him, catching him around the waist. They were kneeling chest to chest, Logan watching them with a lazy grin from where he’d curled up on his side. Finn brought his hands up to cradle Leo’s face, looking at him like he’d just invented sex, and Leo loved that, too.

“Your turn,” Finn said, his smile playful and warm.

“It’s not gonna take much,” Leo said, hissing as Finn pressed closer, bringing their cocks together. “Fuck, Finn.”

Finn wrapped a hand around both of them, giving a few experimental strokes. He quirked a brow at Leo, a question in his eyes. Leo, who in all honesty was halfway there already, nodded quickly, gripping Finn’s biceps. “Yeah, like this,” he breathed, urging him on with a rock of his hips.

It only took a few dozen strokes for Leo to get there, calling out his boyfriends’ names as Finn stayed with him through it, not letting up until Leo was twitching and sensitive.

Leo brought a hand up to Finn’s face, breathless and reverent as he held Finn’s gaze. “I love you,” he said softly before kissing him.

Finn kissed him back, smiling. “Love you so much, nutter butter.”

Leo shifted and Finn gasped, and he looked down to see Finn’s cock still achingly hard between them. “Sweetheart,” he said, reaching down to wrap a hand around him. “How do you want it?”

“Sur mon visage.” Logan murmured it, practically a purr, and Leo’s spent cock gave a valiant twitch at the image.

“Oh god,” Leo said with a groan.

“What?” Finn asked, looking back and forth between them. “What’s that mean?”

“He wants you to come on him,” Leo translated, eyes on Logan as he said it. “On his face.”

“Oh god,” Finn echoed. He kissed Leo once more before getting into a good position, his knees on either side of Logan’s chest. Logan rolled onto his back and looked up at him, licking his lips in a way that made Finn groan and grip himself tightly.

Leo stretched out on his side next to them as Finn started to bring himself off. It was mesmerizing to watch, and Leo had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before they were all ready to go again. Leo reached over to stroke the swell of Finn’s ass, feeling the tension coiled under his skin. Finn’s face was screwed up in pleasure, his fist a blur on his cock.

“Open your eyes, Finn,” Leo heard himself say. He was so lost in the moment that he hardly knew what he was saying anymore. “He wants you to see how good he looks when you come all over him.”

“Holy fuck,” Finn said tightly, blinking his eyes open to look at Leo, then Logan, whose own eyes flickered from Finn’s face to his cock. “Lo, I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Allez, Finn, allez,” Logan breathed. He curled his hands around the backs of Finn’s knees, urging him on. Then he opened his mouth, pushing his tongue over his bottom lip obscenely, and that was it; Finn came with a shout, painting thick stripes across Logan’s face.

Finn came for what felt like ages, and then the three of them collapsed in a sweaty heap, limbs tangled together as they caught their breaths and came down from their shared high. When Finn came back to himself and rolled off the bed to head toward the bathroom, Leo didn’t fight him on it. He let Finn clean the mess off Logan’s face with gentle strokes, and hummed as Logan shuffled closer to kiss him while Finn swiped the towel over their stomachs and between their legs.

“That was so good,” Logan sighed against Leo’s lips. “Love you, peanut.”

Leo kissed his nose. “Love you, Tremz.” Finn settled in on Logan’s other side, nuzzling into his thick brown hair, and the three of them stayed like that for a long few minutes, wound up in each other.

Leo was hovering on the edge of a doze when he heard Finn say, “Don’t think I forgot about earlier, Knutty. I fully plan to worship you all night as promised.”

With his eyes closed and his body warm and pleasantly weighed-down by the two of them, Leo smiled. “I’m in favor of that,” he said, letting the pull of sleep overtake him for the moment. It was Halloween night, and there was plenty of time left to send shivers up his boys’ spines.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #o'knutzy #my fic

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Alright, guys.

Here's a list of the DVDs in my room.

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13 Assassins

2001: A Space Odyssey

300

47 Ronin

8 Mile

A Fistful of Dollars

AVP2: Requiem

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

Account Rendered

Adaptation

Afro Samurai: The Complete Murder Sessions

Airplane!

Akira

Alien vs. Predator

Alley Cats

Amadeus

Amelie

Anastasia

Arachnophobia

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

Back To The Future

Barry Lyndon

Batman

Batman Ninja

Batman TAS: Secrets of The Caped Crusaders

Batman TAS: Tales Of The Dark Knight

Batman: Gotham by Gaslight

Batman: Mask of The Phantasm

Battle Royale

Beetlejuice

Being John Malkovich

Ben-Hur

Big Eyes

Big Fish

Big Time Rush: Halfway There

Bill

Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure

Birdman: (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Black Dynamite

Black Mama White Mama

Black Swan

Blackkklansman

Blade Runner: The Director's Cut

Blazing Saddles

Bonnie and Clyde

Boogeyman

Bowling For Columbine

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Breaking Bad

Breaking Glass

Brexit: The Uncivil War

Brokeback Mountain

Bubba Ho-Tep

Bugsy Malone

Bula Quo

Capitalism: A Love Story

Capote

Casablanca

Chicago

Children of Men

Churchill: The Hollywood Years

Citizen Kane

Clash Of The Titans

Clash of The Titans

Cleopatra Jones

Cloud Atlas

Clueless

Coffy

Commando

Conan The Barbarian

Control

Coraline

Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon

Curse of The Golden Flower

David Brent: Life On The Road

Dazed And Confused

Deadpool

Deadpool 2

Death Note

Death Proof

Demolition Man

Descendants

Dirty Harry

Django Unchained

Doctor Zhivago

Dodgeball

Dog Soldiers

Double Indemnity

Dowton Abbey: Series One

Dr Strangelove Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb

Dr Suess' How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Dr. No

Drunken Angel

Drunken Master

E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial

Ed Wood

Edward Scissorhands

Elfie Hopkins

Escape Plan

Evil Dead

Evolution

Extras: The Complete First Series

Fahrenheit 9/11

Falling Down

Fame

Family Guy Presents: Blue Harvest

Family Guy: Season Nine

Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Finding Netherland

Flashdance

Footloose

Forrest Gump

Forrest Warriors

Foxy Brown

From Dusk Till Dawn

From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money

From Dusk Till Dawn 3: The Hangman's Daughter

From Here to Eternity

Frost/Nixon

Frozen

Funny Face

Gatsby

Ghost Dog: The Way if The Samurai

Ghost In The Shell

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Vol. 1

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Vol. 2

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Vol. 5

Ghostwatch

Gnomeo & Juliet

Godzilla

Gone With The Wind

Grave of The Fireflies

Gremlins

Groundhog Day

Hail, Caesar

Happy Gilmore

Harry Hill's TV Burp Gold

Harry Hill's TV Burp Gold 2

Harry Potter And The Order of The Phoenix

Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone

Hero

Hideo Nakata's Dark Water

High and Low

Highlander

History: Poltergeists

History: Spontaneous Human Combustion

History: Vampires

Hobo With a Shotgun

Horrible Histories: Series One

Hot Fuzz

Hot Rod

House of Flying Daggers

I Know What You Did Last Summer

I, Tonya

Ice Age 2: The Meltdown

In Bruges

Inglorious Basterds

Insomnia

Iron Man

Isle of Dogs

JFK

Jackie Brown

Jaws

Johnny English

Joker

Julie & Julia

Jumanji

Jurassic Park

Kick-Ass

Kick-Ass 2

Kill Bill Volume 1

Kill Bill Volume 2

King Kong vs. Godzilla

Kingsman: The Secret Service

LEGO Batman: The Movie (DC Super Heroes Unite)

LEGO Star Wars: The Yoda Chronicles

Labyrinth

Lady Vengeance

Last Action Hero

Lawrence of Arabia

Legends of The Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole

Leon: The Professional

Les Miserables: In Concert (The 25th Anniversary)

Let The Right One In

Life of Pi

Limitless

Lost In Translation

Loving Vincent

Macbeth

Mad Max

Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted

Marvel's Original Spiderman: Season 3 Vol. 1

Mean Girls

Megamind

Memoirs of a Geisha

Metropolis

Michael Jackson: Moon Walker

Miller's Crossing

Miranda Hart: My, What I Call, Live Show

Monster House

Monster in Paris

Monty Python and The Holy Grail

Monty Python's Life of Brian

Moulin Rouge

Mrs. Brown's Boys: Season One

Mulan

Mulan 2

My Week With Marilyn

Mythbusters: Season 1

Napoleon Dynamite

Naruto Shippuden: Box Set 1

Naruto Shippuden: Box Set 2

Nausicaä of The Valley of The Wind

Night of The Living Dead

Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation Vol. 1

Ninja Turtles: The Next Mutation Vol. 3

No Country for Old Men

North by Northwest

O Brother Where Art Thou?

Oldboy

Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood

One Hour Photo

Open Season 2

Osama

Pan's Labyrinth

Paper Towns

Parasite

Paris When It Sizzles

Patton

Persepolis

Pleasantvile

Pokémon The Movie: Hoopa And The Clash of Ages

Pokémon: 4 Ever

Precious

Predator

Psycho

Pulp Fiction

Pumpkin Scissors

Rain Man

Rare Exports

Red Riding Hood

Reefer Madness

Requiem For A Dream

Reservoir Dogs

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davidmann95 · 3 years ago

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DC's November solicits?

Arkham City: The Order of the World #2: As if I wasn't in already here comes the Ten-Eyed Man!

I Am Batman #3: Immediately losing Coipel as the cover artist as well as on interiors ain't a great sign.

All the Fear State stuff: It looks fine, it'll be fun, I'll dig it.

Robins #1: wow who would have seen that coming

Robin & Batman #1: I was really excited for whatever this would turn out to be and boy am I disappointed.

Gotham City Villains Anniversary Giant #1: Frank Quitely drawing weirdoes again! You love to see it. Between that, the Burnham variant, and the DeVito writing, is this book automatically the best thing to happen to the Penguin in a couple decades @mirrorfalls?

Already discussed Dark Knights of Steel and Justice League Incarnate.

Wonder Woman: Evolution #1: Interesting premise but I'm just not interested in Stephanie Phillips' work from what I've seen.

Batman/Superman: Authority Special #1: A naked grab for "everybody, pay attention to what PKJ and company are doing in Action!" and that's good by me. Three notes:

1. Noticing a little gray around the temples, which suggests I was on-point with my theory that the team and Manchester in particular will be helping Clark appear at full-power at first on Warworld before it becomes apparent he's weakening as we saw with Morrison and Janin.

2. This also feels like a tacit admission that yeah, this is Superman doing an Outsiders.

3. Holy cow this'll be how Batman and Midnighter finally meet after 20+ years.

Batman 2021 Annual: Forget the main book, ALL GHOSTMAKER ALL THE TIME BABY

Superman: Son of Kal-El 2021 Annual: Immediately want this scene acted out by Jordan Elsass and Jon Cryer.

Superman: Son of Kal-El #5: Holy shit, Bendix! Perfect choice for an overarching Jon villain, though a somewhat surprising one given Ultra-Humanite seems to be filling the same role in Superman and The Authority right now.

The Batman Box Set: Panicked for a second when I thought I saw Earth One in here, thank god.

Action Comics #1037: That's an all-timer 'Superman's getting ready to throw down for real this time' cover from Sampere, and notable that both this and the Batman special suggest members of the new Authority dropping fast.

Batman/Catwoman #9: Fascinated and baffled how this'll work under Sharp.

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season Two #6-7: Really going all-in on this new Mayor we've never seen before as someone readers are supposed to care about, huh? Grabbing #4 since it's a Gray Ghost thing but otherwise I'm done here.

DC vs. Vampires #2: Oh okay so it's Rosenberg working from Tynion's outline, in that case I think I'll pass.

Justice League #70: Really all-in on not admitting Jon and a couple other kids are joining, huh? I think by this point I'll have decided whether the new blood's gotten Bendis going again, and if not hopefully Justice League Dark Annual is where that feature ends so I can jump off with no regrets.

Justice League: Last Ride #7: That Chip variant is pretty terrific.

Superman '78 #4: That Samnee variant is an all-timer.

The Flash #776: This sounds...kinda fun?! If it's a one-shot I might just grab it.

The Nice House On The Lake #6: Always good when there's a built-in break with a predetermined length.

All-Star Superman: The Deluxe Edition: Don't understand why that's the cover you'd go with.

#DC Comics #Opinion

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years ago

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Headcanon- Being Tim and Conner’s Civilian Best Friend

Request: Could you do headcanons for what it would be like to be Tim or Conner's civilian best friend?

Yes, of course, lovely Anon! First of all, thanks for the really great request. Second, I have no self-control, and this was an amazing request that got the cogs turning so here I present you with both Tim and Conner plus a thing.

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Tim

- You and Tim had been buds forever. You frequented the same coffee shops for years and knew of each other’s existence, but you never actually spoke until he was in your middle school class at Gotham Academy.

- He had a habit of speeding through last night’s homework every morning, ten minutes before class started. You always wondered what he had going on after school that took up so much time.

- The two of you got pretty close. You even went over and met his family one day. Dick loved you, Jason thought you were a robot, a scary child with a large dog watched you from afar- you were told his name was Damian, and Bruce Wayne gave you a firm handshake.

- After years of knowing and trusting one another, you learned that he was red robin. You didn’t freak out, you just kind of stood there staring at this panicked, coffee-fueled maniac, realizing how much sense it made.

- The dynamic stayed the same, but you became even more of a mom as you got closer.

- “Tim, only one espresso shot in your coffee.”

- “NO, you cannot sleep for 48 hours and stay awake for the next 72, you’ll end up in a comma!”

- “Tim, the human body needs actual food.”

- “I know bats are nocturnal but you’re not a bat! The sun is good for you!”

- You bring him breakfast because this genius only wakes up early enough to get dressed and pick up a travel mug of coffee. Anything from grapes to a sandwich. You can basically give him anything at 7:30 am and he’ll eat it without question.

- You once gave him toast with a paper on it and had to tell him to spit it out because he didn’t even notice.

- As a habit making a second copy of all your homework and notes because he will most likely forget and even though he’s smart enough to finish it super quickly, you don’t want the poor sap to have to rush through work 10 mins before class starts when he’s already sleep deprived.

- You go shopping with him for anniversary presents for Stephanie. Sooooo much teasing.

- Movie nights with him are the best. It’s rare but once every two weeks, you can drag him away from all cases and red robin work and just sit and watch a movie with him. It almost always results in him falling asleep before the end but you don’t mind.

- It always made you happy to see your best friend actually sleeping. It’s one of the few times you can him relax.

- Jason no longer thinks you’re a robot and Damian watches you from up close now. Dick says that means he likes you. You take pride in that.

- He also super protective of you. He’s very careful not to let a anything to do with red robin come back to you.

- When he’s worried about your safety, he calls Conner and that usually goes something like this:

- “Hey, Y/N! It’s nice to see you! How have you been?”

- “Conner, why are you acting weird? I saw you yesterday.” And then he’ll find some way to drag you off to Metropolis for a few hours. Sometimes he’ll convince you to let him fly you to Smallville and you always say yes because you love the Kents’ horse.

- Tim used to think you didn’t know that he called Conner, but you figured it out really quick. Now Conner just shows up and you pick up your purse and leave.

- “So, what is it this time?”

- “They think Poison Ivy is spraying some weird plant gas thing in your area.”

- “Oh. I’ll just text him. He had better be careful, we have a project due in a week.”

Conner:

- Tim’s other bestie became your bestie too.

- Tim introduced you to him before you found out he was red robin. When you found out that Conner was Superboy, you weren’t even surprised. It made sense.

- You got to see Titans Tower once. It was fun have your very own superhero escorts into the building.

- You don’t hesitate to mom him around too.

- “Kon, I know you’re invincible and stuff, but your human side needs a jacket. It’s below freezing outside.”

- The Kents love you and Jon is the most adorable child. They are invited to every family event you have and omg Lois makes the best pies.

- Piggyback rides in the sky.

- You’re his rock and he talked to you about all of his issues about family. He trusts you just as much as he trusts Tim at this point.

- He comes to you for relationship advice.

- Conner is definitely the cheekiest of all of your friends. He’ll play pranks on you with Jon and Tim for the fun of it, which usually results in him receiving uncoordinated randomized punches from you. Jon gets away with it because he’s a cutie-pie.

- You receive so much teasing from him over every crush you have, like, holy guacamole! You can’t even try to deny it because he can read minds for one. But then, he can hear your heart rate increase! Darn superpowers!

- Now, as a reflex before he can even say anything, you just go “Shut up.” But that doesn’t stop him. Why would it?

- This sweetheart will go everywhere with you when you need him and refuses to let you drive from Metropolis to Gotham at night.

- “I can fly back, Y/N. It’s not a problem for me. You on the other hand, live in Murdersville, USA. You’re not going alone; I don’t care if Batman is there. You know Tim would agree with me.”

- Helps you with shopping for birthday gifts.

- Big protective baby.

- He’ll join in on movie nights and actually stay awake. He usually carries Tim to his bedroom and tucks him in which elicits a few eyebrow dances from you. ;)

TimKon:

- Both of these guys will protect you with their lives because like they’re your best buds and while you’re not exactly a superpowered hero or a Bo staff-wielding, bat trained detective, you would do everything you could to protect these boys.

- You are somehow their baby and also their mom, perhaps because you force them to eat and sleep and limit Tim’s coffee intake and he actually listens to you.

- When they are together, they are such softies! Endless teasing about how they are like a married couple.

- “Well, Steph seems to have some competition.” *eyebrow wiggle* ;D

- It’s Besties Movie Night! You’re all chilling, the popcorn is ready and you’re ready to- *beep beep*

- And in the middle of the movie they have to go for a Titan thing. They look at you apologetically. You assure them that it’s alright, give them their hugs.

- You basically tell them go have fun, don’t die, come back safe and you’re finishing the movie without them. And they groan and go off on their mission.

- They come back around dinner time just to make up for the time they didn’t get to spend with you.

- They find you watching SpongeBob and eating Nutella from the jar. “Yay you’re back!”

- You flip back to the movie you didn’t have the heart to finish because it just wasn’t the same without Tim’s commentary about how its scientifically inaccurate and Conner’s constant nagging about how the flying looks so fake.

- “Aww thanks for waiting, N/N!”

- “You’re welcome.” You said.

- “You love us too much to finish it without us, don’t you?” you just grumbled. “Oh come on. Admit it, you love us.”

- “Not as much as you love each other.” You joked.

- But it was true. You love your boys.

#timkon #timkon x reader #platonic reader #request #tim x reader #Tim x platonic reader #conner kent #tim drake #fluff #movie night #Superboy #red robin #conner kent x reader #x platonic reader #gender netural reader #x gender neutral reader

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redhoodieone · 6 years ago

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But I’m Your Girlfriend!

A/N: And here is the sequel to, “But I’m Your Boyfriend!” Uh, I don’t really know what to say other than this smut is different because well…sex becomes kind of different when you’ve been together with someone for a long time.

Warnings: Smut, language, and the fluffy love.

I have it all figured out. At midnight, it’s going to be mine and Jason’s two-year anniversary. I figured I should do something spontaneous, exciting, and just completely outrageous because let’s face it...dating Jason Todd has been an unpredictable roller coaster ride.

I’ve always been at Jason’s side during the horrific and continuous nightmares of Joker, his emotional battles with Bruce, and always present at his self-esteem issues when he compares himself to Dick or anyone else he feels he has to compete with.

Through it all, our relationship has been full of love, surprises, and a friendship that has made Jason and I compatible since day one. Which brings me to say I’m standing in front of our long bedroom mirror in my red lacy bra and black lacy panties, with Jason’s brown leather jacket covering the rest of my bare body. What better way to shock my boyfriend by wearing just my bra and panties (and his jacket he’s incredibly possessive of) and by just showing off my thick thighs and curves; he has always said my body is a temple he worships and praises every chance he sees me. I decide to let my hair down and not wear a lot of makeup. The finishing touches is rubbing lotion all over my body and with spraying my favorite perfume. The last thing I decide to do is text Jason, who is currently out on patrol with the Batfamily as Red Hood, and tell him to meet me on the rooftop of our apartment building. I carefully climb up the fire escape to the top and spread out a red blanket on the ground to sit on. I open my legs and plant my bare feet at the edges of the blanket. I can only imagine how I look; I must look like a hooker. Within seconds, a loud landing sound takes me by surprise. Red Hood, in all his glory rises up from his landing kneeling position and looks at me. My eyes trail from his red helmet, his muscular body clad in his traditional leather jacket, his armor, and dark pants with his already bulging hard on. “Holy fuck...doll. What is all this?” The voice scrambler doesn’t hide his astonishment at all. He removes his helmet, and when Jason sees me with his own eyes, he lets out a breathy moan. “Is it my birthday, Y/N? Because I can honestly say your gift for me is fucking better and it beats Tim’s gift.”

Of course, Jason still wasn’t all impressed with Tim’s gift on his birthday: a newer Red Hood helmet that can play his playlist while fighting. Music and fighting? Jason admits he just hums a tune, if anything since he can’t really be distracted while battling. Not after singing the whole song, “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard and nearly got him and Dick killed while fighting Killer Croc. Ever since then, music and crime fighting are banned by Batman. And I think Tim’s gift was just a joke since he and Jason are always at each other’s throats. I giggle. “No, it’s not your birthday, Jay. It’s our...two-year anniversary, handsome,” I say seductively. “Did you forget?” Jason loses his self-control. Hastily removing his gloves, he quickly rushes to me and kneels in front of me. I can feel the heat rush down to my pussy and thighs. “No, I would never forget,” Jason whispers. His hands rub up my legs until they squeeze my thighs. “Is that my jacket, doll?” “Y-yes, but I promise I’ll clean it and hang it back up,” I swear. I forget how Jason gets when his precious jackets get destroyed and dirty. “N-no Y/N, it’s fine babe. I want you to keep it, actually. It makes you look so fucking sexy that I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you.” “Well that’s the point, Jaybird. I want you to fuck me right here, right now, on this rooftop. I want to scream your name so loud; everyone will know what you do to me,” I say strongly. “On this rooftop right now? Don’t you want to be inside where we can be more comfortable?” Jason asks curiously. He looks a little anxious. “No! I want you right now,” I whine. Jason sighs, and before he can stand up, I use what little strength I have to pull his jacket, so he’d be on top of me. He holds himself up with one arm by my head, while the other holds my waist. “Come on Jay. I want you right now,” I say softly. “How bad do you want me, doll?” “So bad, Jay...so fucking bad...” “But I don’t know if I want to do it out here,” Jason teases. He bites my neck, and licks over the bruising wound. “But I’m your girlfriend!” I moan out. “That’s it! That’s what I wanted to hear!” Jason chuckles. Jason pins my hands above my head, as his hot mouth licks, sucks, and bites every inch of my skin. He pushes his thick thigh against my wet and aching pussy and continues to push and push until I’m a moaning mess beneath him. I need more friction. I need more roughness. I need more Jason. “Fuck Jay...” I choke out. “Yeah? You like that?” Jason asks, grinning while looking down at me. His knee continues to rub against my pussy. The pressure and roughness is making me want to cum. “I need more,” I breathe heavily. My hands run up against his armored body. Jason quickly lowers his face to mine to kiss me. Our lips move against one another, our tongues massage and search around every corner in our mouths. Jason groans loudly when I bite his bottom lip; his breathing becomes harder and just seeing him weaken from my touches makes me proud to be a woman. “Fuck babe,” Jason groans. “How much do you want me, doll?” “I want you more than anything. Please fuck me, Jay,” I plead. My eyes beg him to take me now. Jason glances back at me. His bluish grey eyes show me how hurt and pained he is to hear me say ‘fuck me’ since he doesn’t like it when I call our intimate moments “fucking” and has preferred to call our sex lovemaking since our relationship has been through hell and heaven.

The countless, ridiculous arguments. The lack of communication. The days we almost lost because we were stupid enough to not admit we were wrong and to apologize.

Especially the jealousy.

Who knew Jason had a jealous streak? Yup, he was so sure Dick was trying to steal me from him at times, and I was just as guilty to believe the strong and beautiful Artemis of Bana-Mighdall wanted him all for herself.

There were definitely times I cried myself to sleep. I always wondered if Jason did, as well. Even after two-years together, I sometimes wonder what he did during those hard times without me.

“Y/N…” Jason breathes out nervously.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget in the moment that you really don’t like to hear that,” I apologize.

Jason shakes his head and kisses me again. The way he grinds against me shows he can’t hold this off for too long. “It’s fine, babe. I guess I can let you off the hook this time since…I’m gonna give you your present right after and that’ll teach you a lesson,” he whispers in my ear.

I lean up and kiss his Adam’s apple, and I bite his collarbone. Jason wastes no time ripping my panties off and rubs my clit slowly. My whimpers are making him breathe harder through his nose, and he then slips a finger inside me.

“Oh fuck…fuck…” I moan out. I grip his arms and my nails dig through his jacket.

“Oh my…what a dirty mouth you have, sweetheart,” Jason teases.

“Only with you, dear,” I retort, as another finger enters me, and his thumb rubs my clit quickly.

The sensations are too wild for me. I wrap my legs around him, and I begin to grind against his hand. He curls his fingers to massage the squishy sensitive tissue that only he has been able to find and make me cum without any issues. Jason’s eyes darken, and he watches me fall onto the verge of cumming. His wrist jerks harder and quicker, and I can slowly feel myself coming undone.

“Fuck doll…I want to feel you cum all over my fingers. I want to lick up your cum until you can’t cum anymore,” Jason pants.

The squelching wet sounds from my pussy is becoming louder. I whimper again and again until my pussy can’t take no more. I grab the back of Jason’s head, and I kiss him. I cum all over his fingers, and he continues to finger fuck me until I pull away from the overstimulation.

“Have I ever told you I love it when you cum?” Jason asks with a smile.

“It feeds your ego, I know Jay.”

“Of course, but come on Y/N. I’m man enough to take pride in making my girl cum and enjoy herself,” he says, as he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. Jason sucks each and every finger of his, and licks off every spot and drip of my cum. He moans and smiles at me. “I obviously love your pussy a lot in case you haven’t noticed.”

“No, I never really noticed,” I joke.

Jason smirks, and gently pushes me back down onto the blanket. He knows I’m still recovering from my first orgasm, but his playtime is far from over. He slowly moves down until his face is close to my pussy. When he hears me exhale, he knows he must be gentle with me or there will be no rough sex.

Instead, Jason licks up my cum that he wanted to earlier. My fingers run through his dark messy hair, and I slightly tug for a little more touch. He ends up sucking my clit, and while his tongue rubs all over my bundle of nerves, his strong hands hold my ass up to his face to devour more of my pussy.

With just my upper body on the ground, I begin to pant and moan out of control. Jason grins into my pussy, and he moves his face aside to bite my inner thigh.

“Oh Jay…oh fuck…” I moan louder.

My ass receives a spanking, and before I know it, I’m on the edge of another orgasm.

It’s as if he knows my body better than I do. Jason takes one last long and powerful lick to my clit and lies me back down carefully. He sits up briefly to unzip his pants. Just seeing him hold his hard and thick cock in his hand, makes me wetter and I lick my lips in anticipation.

“So, I think you’re about ready for me,” Jason says.

“Give me your best shot, Todd,” I challenge.

“Oh, believe me, doll. I’m going to fucking weaken your body, and when I’m done with you, you’re going to see why you and I are meant to be.”

Before I can make a cheeky remark, Jason breathes in as he buries his cock inside me. His thickness stretches me to the fullest, and I become putty underneath him. My legs wrap around him once more, and Jason begins his deep thrusts. His eyes never leave mine, and with one arm supporting him up, the other lifts my head up so we can kiss.

Our breathing becomes rough. Jason lowers his head to kiss and bite my neck and chest, until his face stops at my bouncing breasts confined in my bra. He ends up pushing my bra up instead of removing it, and sucks and bites on my nipples.

“Jay…oh my God…this feels so good,” I breathe out.

Jason’s thrusts quicken. He lifts me to wear he’s holding me up and he slams my pussy down onto his cock as he continues to fuck me underneath at the same time. Between his hands and thick thighs, I realize I’m surrounded by ever Godly ounce of him.

He’s strong enough as one. The way my body is pressed against his costumed body, I can feel almost every muscle flexing as he begins to fuck me harder than before. One of his hands is holding me up, while the other moves me to meet his relentless thrusts.

“Y/N…” Jason groans in my neck.

The way his pelvic bone keeps rubbing against my clit, I know I won’t be able to last long.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so fucking good baby girl,” Jason chokes out between pants. His fingers grip tightly onto his leather jacket I’m wearing. I hold his face and kiss along his strong jawline that is clenched tightly because he’s trying to hold on.

Jason’s cock keeps hitting my g-spot, and with the way his mouth is parted, and his eyes are hooded, I know I won’t last long.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jason whispers against my mouth.

“I love you, too, Jason,” I moan to his lips.

I can feel my pussy gushing all over his cock, and I tighten around him with everything I have. Jason continues to fuck me through my last orgasm, until he moans my name and a shit ton of swear words, pulls out, and cums all over my stomach and thighs.

We come down from our highs, as Jason lies me back down onto the blanket. I use the blanket to wipe his cum off me, and he take a seat beside me to catch his breath.

“Fuck doll, that was…amazing,” Jason grins lazily. He pushes his cock into his boxers and zips up his pants. When he realizes he’s torn my panties, he chuckles and takes off his jacket so I can use it to cover my lower body. “Sorry about your panties.”

“It’s fine,” I giggle. Pushing my bra back into place, I use Jason’s jacket to cover my pussy and ass. “So, was that a great present or what?”

“It really was, but maybe next time it’ll be a little different,” Jason says, before he digs into his back pocket and hands me a small black box. My heart beats fast. “Since we’re already on two years, I don’t want you to think we’re just fucking mindlessly all the time with no emotional input.”

“Jay…” I begin anxiously. It can’t be what I think this is…

“Y/N, I just want you to know that…I just don’t see myself fucking you anymore. I mean, yeah it’s hot to hear you say ‘fuck me’ but what we’re doing…is so much more than that. What I see between us is more…well…love,” Jason confesses hastily. He runs his hand through his hair and focuses staring at the ground. “I mean, I’ve said this before and since being together for two years is a big fucking deal, I just want to…make sure we’re on the same page and that you know how much I love you and that…this is it for me. I want you to know that you’re the only one for me, and I honestly want to spend the rest of my life with you…if you have me that is.”

“I won’t say ‘fucking’ anymore,” I say seriously.

“Only when it’s passionate between us, babe. Because honestly, I don’t think I can stop either. I just want us to know that since we’ve been together for two years, our sex life is never going to be meaningless and selfish again. Because face it, doll, I live to make you cum and to make you feel fucking good,” Jason confesses bashfully.

“I feel the exact same way,” I say softly to him.

“Now open your gift, Y/N.”

I swallow hard. Jason then motions me to open the small box. With shaky hands, I open the small box.

It’s a golden ‘J’ chained necklace.

No diamond engagement ring?

I release the breath I’ve been holding in ever since he handed me the small black box. I smile kindly, and Jason takes the necklace and puts it on me gently. I touch the golden initial, and he kisses me softly.

“I love it,” I admit.

“I really surprised you, didn’t I?” Jason asks teasingly.

“Well small jewelry boxes can make a girl wonder,” I defend myself. “But I’m sorry that I didn’t get you a gift, Jay. I thought we agreed gifts were tacky and not necessary.”

“Doll, don’t ever worry about getting me gifts because just having you in my life is more than enough for me. Cheesy I know, but it’s very true. But back to your gift Y/N, if you thought about engagement rings, then maybe that means we can start talking about our future…whenever we’re ready of course,” Jason grins weakly.

I shake my head and kiss him once more. “Yes, I think we can start talking about it. But I gotta ask, Jay. Your initial? Really?” I ask, holding up the golden letter.

“Of course, doll. That way everyone knows you’re mine and I’m yours,” Jason says fondly.

Jason then picks me up and sets me in his lap. He reaches for his cell phone, and frowns. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“T-the fam was here,” Jason stutters out nervously.

“What? Y-you mean during our-” I choke out.

“Yup. They even left a chocolate cake Alfred made for our two-year anniversary. The fam wanted to celebrate with us.”

The two of us get up and stroll over to where the fire escape is. There the cake was; frosted chocolatey goodness with a note beside it.

Jason opens the note for us to read.

Dear Jason and Y/N,

Happy two-year anniversary! All of us are proud and happy for you for you two. You two have been through a lot, and with every exciting, painful, and loving experience, you two have survived and stuck together through it all. We admire you both, and we look forward to celebrating with you two tomorrow. And next time, give us a warning Jason. Damian saw and heard too much.

Love,

Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim, and Damian.

P.S.

You are disgusting for touching Y/N, Todd. And next time, be sure you tear his underwear apart, Y/LN.

-Damian

Jason and I laugh and take the chocolate cake inside. Because after our steamy addicting sex, chocolate makes everything better.

As we finish devouring our big slices of the cake, we climb in our bed for the night. I lie my head on Jason’s chest. “I love you, and thank you for the gift, Jay,” I whisper.

“I love you too, and I thought about what you could do for me tomorrow since you didn’t get me a gift and all,” Jason says smugly. “My feelings are fucking hurt, baby girl.”

“What? But you said-”

“Doll, I was just gonna ask you out to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Just dinner?”

“Well, yes. Maybe then we can, you know? Maybe even get a back massage from you after a hot shower with you.”

“Oh Jaybird.”

Two years.

Two years with my Jaybird.

And it’s worth everything.

#dc comics #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x y/n smut #batfamily

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