Sable (#1 Regulus Kinnie)

He asked Clark to pick up a package for him, and because Clark was a bit nosy, he x-rayed it, finding what was essentially a knitting starter pack inside.

He asked Bruce what got him interested in knitting all of sudden.

“Your mom said it's soothing," he explained, carefully placing everything on the table in the garden where he was having tea.

“Are you stressed?" Clark asked, concerned.

Bruce looked up at him. “When am I not stressed?" he asked back in a deadpan voice.

“Are you stressed more than usual?" Clark reframed his previous question.

“Not really," Bruce answered, already starting to knit.

It didn't surprise Clark that his husband knew how to do it from the start. He probably learned just from watching Clark's Ma.

He was brilliant like that.

It also didn't surprise Clark that Bruce wasn't very clear with his answer. But Clark didn't push. 

He knew Bruce long enough to know that if he wanted to tell Clark something, he would.

Whatever was stressing him, it couldn't be too serious, at least yet.

"Show me what you made when you're done,” he asked, smiling when Bruce only answered with a hum, already lost in his new hobby.

Bruce's first knitting project turned out to be a hat with a big pompom.

“For Dick," he said, presenting it to Clark. “He gets cold on stake outs." 

Clark nodded and kissed Bruce's cheek. "Looks great, baby,” he praised, brushing the soft hat with his thumbs.

He was a little disappointed he wasn't the receiver of the first thing Bruce ever knitted, but he understood.

Dick would always come first to Bruce, even before Clark.

Bruce threw himself into another project immediately, knitting a blanket this time.

Clark was excited to receive it, he loved soft things, but the blanket went to Alfred.

“He says his feet are cold," Bruce explained, showing Clark his work. “Do you think he'll like the colors?" 

Clark smiled. “I'm sure he'll be grateful," he assured his husband, who smiled back and went to look for the butler to give him the blanket.

Clark stayed behind, mentally telling himself it's okay. Alfred was in Bruce's life longer than Clark and was an important part of it. Of course he would receive Bruce's second attempt at knitting.

Surely the third one would be his!

It was for Barry.

And it was a scarf.

"Winters are cold in Central City,” Bruce explained that one as well. "And he deals with Captain Cold regularly, he could use some protection.”

"He's going to love it,” Clark told him.

He would've loved it too. And it was red, it would've matched his cape!

Clark waited patiently for his handknitted gift, but it didn't seem to come.

Bruce made a sweater for J’onn, socks for Hal, a whole bag for Diana, gloves for Arthur and a bunch of soft keychains resembling various members of their team that he then donated to every orphanage in Gotham.

Along with more blankets donated to go to elderly people.

He even made a knitted book cover for Lois.

Clark's ex got a gift before him!

This was ridiculous and Clark was getting seriously hurt by not being included in Bruce's newest fixation.

He didn't want to say anything at first to not appear clingy and demanding, but he was tired of pretending he was fine with everyone getting a gift but him.

Next time he came home, it was to talk to Bruce about feeling left out.

It was their time to live in Metropolis this week, so Clark headed to their shared apartment.

“Welcome home, baby," Bruce greeted him from the couch where he was - of course - knitting.

He already had blisters from knitting so much.

"Hey,” Clark replied without his usual enthusiasm.

He wasn't eager to have this conversation, he felt like they were going to argue and he hated doing that.

But it had to be done.

Bruce noticed right away that something was wrong, and looked over the back of the couch at Clark.

"Everything all right?” he asked with concern.

At least Bruce still loved and cared about him. He just, for some reason, didn't think to give his husband a handmade gift like everyone else.

Clark sighed. "Not really,” he said, walking to the couch and sitting down on it next to Bruce.

"Bad day?” Bruce questioned.

"More like a month,” Clark corrected with another sigh and looked at his husband. “Bru-...”

"Good thing I have something for you to cheer you up,” Bruce interrupted him before Clark could voice his concerns.

He perked up instead, completely forgetting what he wanted to tell his husband.

"You do?” he asked.

Could this be it? He was finally getting a present?!

Bruce nodded, pulling out a nice little box with a lid from where it was hidden behind the pillow. He handed it to Clark, who took the box carefully as if it was going to crumble in his hold.

It was small and light - sage green in color and with a fancy bow on the top of the lid.

Whatever was inside, it couldn't be big, which aroused Clark's concerns again.

"What is it?”

Bruce smiled, already back to knitting whatever he was working on now. Clark didn't take a closer look. “Open and find out." 

He was scared to. He didn't want to be disappointed and hurt Bruce with it, and it seemed that's what was about to happen.

Still, Clark carefully opened the box.

He stared at the gift inside.

A pair of tiny shoes made of pink yarn. 

“Bruce?" 

“Hmm?" 

Clark pulled the shoes out. They barely fit onto his fingers.

“What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked in confusion.

Bruce smirked. “You're a smart man, Clark, you'll figure it out.”

Clark examined the shoes again, trying and failing to not get frustrated with the gift.

"These are baby shoes, Bruce. For a newborn. How can I-...”

Clark paused mid-sentence, his entire body freezing. He tore his eyes away from the shoes resting on his palm and glanced at Bruce, finally taking a good look at what he was working on.

It looked like a very cute, bat-themed onesies.

His husband seemed calm and collected while he knitted, but Clark could hear his nervously beating heart. And underneath it, a second one - much, much smaller and not as loud, but it was there.

A huge, bright grin appeared on Clark's face as he jumped out of his seat and snatched Bruce into his arms and into the air, almost crushing through the ceiling.

"We're having a baby?!” he shouted in excitement, holding Bruce close to his chest as he spun them around while laughing in delight.

“Not for long if you don't lose the grip," Bruce groaned in his arms.

Clark adjusted his hold right away.

“Sorry, sorry," he apologized sheepishly and lowered them back to the floor, kneeling in front of Bruce and his belly. 

“Hi, baby! Hi, I'm your daddy!" he cooed at the tiny bump, feeling it with his hands. He looked up at Bruce with marvel. “How did I not notice earlier?" 

The tiny heartbeat was so loud in his ears he couldn't believe he didn't hear it until now.

Bruce smiled smugly.

“I guess you were too busy lamenting being left out from my gift giving," he suggested.

Clark chuckled, standing up and wrapping his arms around Bruce's waist.

“Sneaky Bat,” he teased, rubbing their noses together. "And you told me it's for a self-soothing purpose.”

“It is," Bruce confirmed. "It distracts me from puking my guts out.”

“I guess it does count as self-soothing," Clark agreed sympathetically. “So when am I getting a gift made by you?" he asked in eagerness.

"A baby is not enough?” 

"Well, it's a team effort,” Clark pointed out with a grin that died down right away when Bruce glared at him.

"You contributed ten percent at most. And I'm being very generous,” he told Clark, who pouted. Bruce sighed. “I'll make you a cape.”

Grinning again, Clark cupped Bruce's face and brought their mouths together in a sound kiss.

"A baby,” he whispered with wonder against Bruce's lips that curled into his own smile.

"Yes.”

"Our baby,” Clark repeated and began to float again.

Bruce laughed softly, his arms coming around Clark's neck to hold onto him as the floor vanished from under his feet.

"Yes.”

Clark kissed him once more. "I love you. Both of you.”

Bruce stroked his cheek tenderly. "We love you too.”

Dr. Park and Whitaker hooking up and Park, like the mean dom he is, tracing his free hand over Whitaker's body as they hook up, naming off the bones he touches, and quizzing Whitaker on what bone he touches in any moment. Slapping him every time he gets it wrong and fucking him harder, getting more and more obscure. Holding Whitaker on the edge, stopping right before he gets there, and asking him every time he gets just to the precipice of his orgasm what he's touching as he grips Whitaker's jaw, runs his fingertips down his spine, squeezes his slutty little hips. And 'cause Whitaker's brain is practically melting through his ears, he fucks it up and is treated to another slap across the face and not being touched until all stimulation in his body has settled back down into painful neutrality. Park bullying Whitaker every time he fucks it up- "I thought you were supposed to be a doctor," Park snarls, taking his hands away as Whitaker sobs. "You're far too dumb to make it, aren't you? Just air in that pretty head of yours, isn't there, Doctor Whitaker?"

How many rounds do you think Whitaker could handle? How many obscure bones do you think Park would quiz just to have an excuse to make Whitaker fail?

I want Dennis and Park to have a kid and they're actually good coparents about it but can't stand eachother otherwise. I need the shark man to be invested in his shark baby and that's it. Dennis has a boyfriend? Cool. Not a big deal. Shark don't care as long as it doesn't affect his baby sharkling. Robby gets added to daycare pick ups? Perfect, no rushing if he gets caught in surgery, there's now other people available to get the baby. Fuck it, I'm naming the kid. His name is Levi Isaiah Park and he has Park's last name but it took forever for the ED to figure out why. They've never seen these two men together in anyway that hasn't been rude af. But little Levi is Park's kid.

Levi is a toddler and doesn't know things, right? So he sees Robby plus motorcycle and now all motorcycles are "Wobby bikes". Park hates it at first, thinking that he's losing out on some type of bond with his son if he's already obsessed with Robby, but gets over it.

Levi 100% loves bones too. This kid was just learning how to talk and could tell you the names of the bones in the arm but not what he lives in (house), what animals he likes, colors, etc.

Whitaker floats his way out to the carpark after his shift, drifting to stand by Parks car quietly. Its not the first time the med student has gone home with him and it probably wouldnt be the last as he stands idley by the car with his bag that had a  change of clothes in it. He just started coming prepared to work when he was on his period because no matter how off schedule his cycle was Park seemed to always know exactly when it starts.

He was dragged out of throught by the car unlocking as park walked over "get in kid." He grunts as he chucks his own bag in the back seat. Then climbing into the drivers seat- whitaker glancimg around the carpark before scrambling into the car, he just likes to know that no one spots them leaving together.

Park glances at him as he pulls out of the carpark "you ever gonna just come find me when it starts or will i have to track you down everytime?" He reached a hand over to give his thigh a sharp squeeze

"Well- you know- its really busy in the ED like- all the time shark-" he mumbles and flushed as he looks at the hand that was still moving up his thigh "i-its hard to-" he took a shaky breath as parks hand got closer to his crotch "-s-step away to come see you-" he reachs to grab his hand when he felt his hand trying to undo the knot of his scrub pants "focus on driving-"

He just grunts a bit and lowers his hamd a little to just rub at dennis through his pants instead "youre no fun..". He couldnt help but let a small smirk rest on his face when dennis gasps and slumps in his chair, his hips rolling forwards into the pressure of parks hand.

Whitaker spends the rest of the drive liek this with Park rubbing at his clit through his scrub pants. They barely pull up in thebdrive way before both moving quickly insidez park shoving whitaker up the stairs "you know where i want you- get up there now" he grumbles.

Whitaker basically stumblesnup thebstairs and straight into parks room, moving to grab a towel to lay out on the bed befire he stared tuggign his clothes off. Park watching him from the door way and enjoying the blood mess he can see between the younger boys thighs. Itntook him a minute to walk over once whitaker sent on thr edge of the bed "you can lsy on your back pup- i want to have a taste before i fuck you" he kneels down between his legs. The only time park the shark EVER looks soft is when hes between whitakers legs looking up at him.

Whitker flushes while henlooka at him and spreads his legs a bit while he laided back "youre the only guy ive been with whos into this you know- really makes sense why youre called the shark" he mutters in a slightly teasing way but not by much because he knows Park doesnt like it when hes bratty or answers back.

Park just grumbles "well i like it so sit still and let me have my fun" he grabs whitakers thighs and drags him closer to the edge of the bed, reaching 2 finger to push inside of whitaker - while he pushed his tongue between his folds and uo to his clit, enjoying the taste of whitakers slick mixed with the blood. Already working him open with his fingers.

Whitaker gasps as his hips arched a bit "f-fuck!-" he moans softly- it always felt different when they did it on his period. It was like his insides where more sensative to everything but in a good way- it usually seems to help with his cramping as well, like his orgasms loosen up something deep inside him that help minimise the cramping.

It didnt take long under the pressure of 3 fingers curling deep inside him and Parks relantless tongue for him to crack under the pleasure. A hand darting down to grab at his hair , ruining the perfect slicked back look "nghh! Close- park-" he gasps and archs off the bed as he felt his nip at his clit.

Park pushed his fingers deeper and twisting them up into whitakers sweet spot while licking and sucking between his his folds while whitaker let out a final warning before his legs tried.to shut on parks head as he came over his tongue. Park nugding his legs back open before lifting his head up- his mouth and chin covered in blood amd his hair a mess "gonna tie you down next time brat- you move to much" he grumbles- curling his finger inside whitaker again "at least youre a good meal".

— Wait a minute.. — Dennis swallows and bends over, feeling someone else's lips on his neck. Excitement mixes with a painful ache in his lower abdomen, and he winces, pulling the man by the hair. — I'm on my period, Brand. — these words don't make Park stop. They force him to continue.

He covers his skin with kisses and bites, moving lower and pulling off Whitaker's clothes. He doesn't pay attention to Dennis's quiet whining and displeasure when he tries to pull his hair.

When Brandon finally gets to his pussy, He feels hungry. He buries himself into her with desire, licks off a drop of blood and purrs, making Dennis cry out. The park does not open, running his tongue over the folds and continuing to collect blood. The taste of Dennis and blood mix in his mouth, forcing him to squeeze his groin to recover a little.

— You smell so damn good.. — Brandon spreads his labia slightly to the side with his thumbs, and then runs his tongue wide before sucking lightly on the clitoris. Dennis winces and twitches, pulling his hair harder.

Dennis can't concentrate. Park works perfectly with his tongue, bringing him to orgasm in a few minutes, but he never stops. He adds his fingers, moves them inside, where it squelches slightly from grease and blood. This only makes Whitaker sob, pressing against his mouth.