#dcu fics

　NOTE. 𓍢ִ໋ ִֶָ ִֶָ Husband!Dick Grayson save me! save me! I hope anon who req this will like it! sorry it took long:(

You fake a cough into the blanket and turn your head to the side with a pout and a squint because you’re hoping he’ll take the bait. Morning light spills through the room warm and soft, so you let out a pitiful sigh like you’re about to collapse. “Think I’m too sick to get out of bed,” you mumble and you drag the words out while you wait for him to look away from his phone. He glances over with his brows raised and his voice low and amused. “Really? That’s the excuse?” He leans against the headboard while still scrolling and his hand drifts to your thigh under the sheets like it belongs there. You sniff louder and add another cough for effect. “Can’t go to work today, Dickkk. Come on… Doctor’s orders.” His hand squeezes your thigh and slides higher while the corner of his mouth tips up. “Funny. The only time you’re ever ‘sick’ is on Sunday when I’ve got early paperwork at the precinct.” His gaze trails from your face down to your bare legs sticking out beneath his shirt. “And last I checked, sick people don’t wear their husband’s shirt with nothing under it.”

Heat creeps up your cheeks but you still pout as you yank the blanket higher to cover yourself. “I just like your shirts.” That finally makes him put his phone down. He turns to face you with his palm tracing the curve of your waist in a slow line of warmth. “Uh huh. Or maybe I just know you too well. You’re trying to keep me home, aren’t you?” Your lips twitch but you keep up the act. “Is it working?” He leans in to kiss your forehead and his laugh is soft against your skin. “You’re ridiculous. But yeah… It’s working.” You stayed under the blanket stubbornly and were happy that your little act was going according to your plan. His mouth pressed a soft laugh against your temple before pushing away the blanket. All you could smell was the soap and coffee from him while his voice carried a teasing tone you pretended not to hear. “If you’re sick, I probably shouldn’t be this close,” he murmured, but you know he has a point. Thank heavens that you are not sick, right? His lips brushed along your hairline before dipping lower toward your shoulder. Warm fingers slipped under the shirt you stole from him last night. His palm spread across your stomach and trailed down until it stopped at the band of your panties.

He hummed against your skin, not calling you out but not ignoring it either. You kept still with your breath caught in your throat while his thumb rubbed slow circles into your hip. “You didn’t even put on shorts,” he muttered. His mouth pressed to the curve of your shoulder and his teeth grazed lightly before pulling back. “So, what do you want for breakfast?” The question made your pout falter. You tilted your head, and after a moment a small grin broke through. “Thought you were going to work.” He pinched your waist through the cotton and grinned against your skin. “Thought you were sick.” You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket tighter around you. “I can’t believe you saw through that,” you said with a pout. “Baby, you’re wearing panties and my shirt. That’s not sick. That’s you trying to keep me here.” His hand pressed firmer against your stomach. It felt warm and steady and reminded you who he belonged to. Then he shifted closer until his chest pressed against your back. “Now answer the question. What do you want to eat?”

You laughed under your breath as heat ran through you even while you tried to keep your cool. “Maybe pancakes. And eggs. If you make them,” you answered in a cute voice, as if you were locking him into the promise. “Yeah. Sure, baby,” he replied. Dick kissed your shoulder again slower this time. You stretched your legs under the blanket until your toes touched his thigh. You only did that to get his attention. Or maybe to tease him. But it leans more to you to see if he would let you tease him. His hand stayed under your shirt and it was warm on your stomach while his thumb rubbed the dip just above your panties. He kept kissing your shoulder. He was lazy and sweet as if he had nowhere else to be. The thought made you bold. “Can you carry me?” you asked suddenly, your voice quiet but clear enough for him to catch. His mouth paused on your skin. “Carry you?” he repeated as he pulled back with an amused look. “You want me to carry you all the way to the kitchen?” You rolled onto your back to look up at him, the blanket slipping low and exposing the swell of your tits. His shirt had bunched around your waist, the thin cotton showing the dark outline of your nipples through the fabric.

You did not bother hiding them. Instead, you smiled like you were playing with him before you tug lightly at his wrist where it rested on your stomach. “Yeah. I wanna watch you cook. Not breakfast in bed. That’s boring.” He shook his head but his grin gave him away. His hand slid lower until his palm covered the thin fabric of your panties. “So you are asking me to pick you up half-naked and parade you around the kitchen while I make pancakes?” You shrugged and feigned innocence even though your thighs pressed together under his touch. “Pretty much.” Dick leaned down until his forehead touched yours. “You are lucky I love you,” he murmured before kissing your mouth and standing to stretch. When he bent and slid his arms under your back and thighs you yelped and clutched his shoulders. “Dick!” You laughed as your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct while he lifted you with ease.

His laugh rumbled against your neck while he carried you out of the bedroom. “Alright, baby. Let’s go make breakfast.” His bare feet padded across the kitchen tile while he still held you against his chest. The oversized shirt slipped higher on your thighs while you clung to him and your tits pressed flat to his skin. He set you on the counter without warning and the move made you squeak as you steadied yourself with your palms behind you. The surface felt cool compared to his warmth. “You better not drop me next time,” you muttered while your legs swung as he opened the fridge. Dick glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “I have caught you falling off rooftops before so I think I can handle carrying you to the counter.” His hand lingered at your knee while he reached past you for eggs and he slid the fridge door closed with his hip.

He walked past you toward the stove and you leaned forward so your fingertip could brush down the line of his spine. The touch made his back twitch and he glanced at you over his shoulder with a smile tugging at his mouth before turning back to the burner. Then he cracked an egg into the pan. “Scrambled, please,” you told him with a small grin. “With cheese. Do not forget the cheese.” He laughed under his breath and grabbed the grated cheddar from the counter. “Yes, boss.” The shirt bunched around your waist when you leaned back so the hem rode high enough to almost show the wet spot darkening your panties. He noticed it and of course he did but he said nothing. The smell of butter and eggs spread through the kitchen so you tilted your head to watch him move. The muscles in his back flexed with every reach and stir and you caught yourself smiling at how domestic it felt. He tossed you a look when he caught you staring. “What? You are just gonna sit there staring at my ass while I do all the work?”

“Yeah,” you said shamelessly while you swung your legs wider so he would notice. “That is exactly the plan.” His laugh echoed through the kitchen while the eggs sizzled. He scraped the last of the eggs onto a plate and steam curled up while he tossed the pan into the sink. You leaned forward and the shirt rode high enough to show what was underneath while you sat on the counter. He acted like he did not notice because his focus was already on mixing the pancake batter that you didn’t even notice with how fast he move around the kitchen. His wrist flexed as he whisked and his shoulders tensed in a way that made you stare. “Do not overmix,” you teased while you reached to steal a piece of egg with your fingers. “Do not tell me how to cook in my kitchen.” He smacked your hand lightly before setting the pan back on the burner. “In your kitchen?” you echoed while you chewed slowly just to annoy him. “Pretty sure half the groceries here are mine.” He only shook his head while he poured the batter into the pan. The sound from the only made your stomach impatient and growl which made you lean back on your arms with your legs swinging as you pretended to wait patiently.

The smell of butter and eggs filled the air with the sweet scent of pancake. You watched him flip it clean and your heart felt beat so fast in a stupid way. When he stacked the pancakes beside the eggs he finally stepped close again. His palms slid over your knees and parted them just enough so he could stand between your thighs. “Happy now?” he asked while setting the plate on the counter beside you. “Very,” you said as you picked up a fork and shoveled a bite of egg into your mouth. You chewed and swallowed, then forked another piece and held it up toward him. “Open.” He arched a brow but leaned down anyway. His lips closed around the bite while his hands stayed firm on your thighs and his thumbs brushed higher. You smirked while he chewed. “Good?” He swallowed and his mouth curved against your cheek when he kissed you. “Not bad, but I like you feeding me better.”

His palms stayed heavy on your thighs while you stole another forkful of egg. You swung your legs against the counter just to tease him and he kissed your cheek while you chewed. His voice was low against your ear. “You are lucky I do not mind cooking for you.” You smirked and gave him another bite while he leaned forward without a word. His mouth touched your fingers before he licked the cheese off his lip with a grin that showed he knew what he was doing. Heat spread low in your belly but you left it there. You only watched while he ate half the plate before nudging it back to you. By the time the plates were clean, the kitchen smelled like butter and coffee and your thighs ached from being spread around him too long. He stayed between your legs until the last sip of juice was gone and he brushed kisses along your jaw whenever you leaned close. When he finally pulled you down from the counter your legs wrapped around his waist again and your laugh was muffled in his chest.

Hours later the food was forgotten and the two of you were tangled on the couch in the living room. The couch sank under both your weight and the cushions were soft enough that you slouched without thinking. His boxers rode low on his hips and the waistband sat loose after he had stretched out all afternoon. You curled in toward him with your knees bent and tucked against his side so your body faced his chest. The oversized shirt slipped up your thighs. The cotton barely covered anything when you moved. He pulled you in with an arm around your waist while his other hand stayed on your leg. His thumb dragged back and forth because he could not stop touching you. The movie played quietly in the background and the voices on the screen faded while his breathing filled your ears. Your cheek rested on his bare chest and you could feel the heat of his skin. The rise and fall of his chest pressed against your face each time he laughed at something on the screen. He glanced down when you sighed and he caught the way your lips brushed his collarbone. “You are not even watching,” he muttered while his mouth curled as he kissed the top of your head. Your nose brushed his skin when you answered, “Neither are you.” He chuckled and tugged you tighter against him as his hand spread wider across your thigh. It felt like he wanted to keep you exactly where you were.

Your cheek brushed his chest and your lips pressed to his skin and when you breathed in it was only him filling your head until you could not sit still anymore. You tipped your face up and ran your nose along his neck before pressing a slow kiss there. His arm squeezed tighter around your waist as if he felt you plotting something. “You are getting handsy,” he muttered and his voice was low like he was already smiling at you. His stubble scratched your temple while he turned to kiss your hair. You grinned against his throat and mouthed at the skin under his jaw until you left a wet spot there before pulling back. “So? You do not like it?” you asked with a tone that was too sweet to be real. He laughed through his nose and tilted his head so you could get at more of his neck. It felt like he wanted you to keep going. “I did not say that. I am just pointing it out.” You did not answer and you slid your hand down his stomach until your fingers touched the loose waistband of his boxers.

The cotton dipped when you pulled and your knuckles pressed against his cock through the fabric. His breath caught and it was quiet yet his arm stayed heavy around you. “Baby,” he warned, although it did not sound serious. His eyes stayed on the TV while his jaw tightened when you pushed your hand inside the waistband. You did not rush and only teased the elastic with your fingers. You slid your hand deeper into his boxers and teased the waistband until his cock pressed against your palm. His arm tightened around your waist as if he thought he could stop you yet you slipped free from his hold and dropped down from the couch before he could react. You were kneeling between his legs and you pressed his thighs apart until they opened wide for you. He leaned back against the cushions with his jaw slack while your eyes lifted to his face like you were asking permission. A smirk curved his mouth as he looked down at you and his hair fell over his forehead. “So you are suddenly not sick anymore?” His tone sounded mocking yet his cock twitched in your hand when you pulled it out from his boxers. “What happened to not being able to get out of bed?”

Heat burned across your face yet your grip stayed steady around him. You stroked him slowly from the base to the tip and squeezed just enough to make his head fall back for a second. “Guess I am feeling better now,” you murmured while your thumb dragged over the slit until precum smeared warm across your skin. Dick laughed under his breath and the sound came out low and rough. “Figures. You fake cough all morning and now you are on your knees begging for my cock.” His hand came down to rest heavily on your head and his fingers threaded into your hair. “Pathetic baby.” The word only made your thighs press together. Your hand pumped him harder and your wrist twisted when you reached the swollen tip. His length throbbed in your grip and it was thick and hot while his abs tightened every time you squeezed a little firmer. He grunted through his teeth with his eyes fixed on you and the sound made your pussy clench around nothing.

“You really want this huh?” he muttered and he tugged lightly at your hair as your strokes picked up. “Sick little liar.” Your hand stayed on his cock and you stroked him slowly and it dragged another low grunt from his chest. The sound made your stomach twist so you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his thigh and you tasted his skin. His fingers flexed in your hair like he already knew what you were thinking. “I miss you,” you whispered against his skin and your eyes flicked up to meet him. The words slipped out before you could stop them and they felt soft but unsteady. His brow lifted and the smirk returned to his lips while he sat deeper into the couch. “Yeah?” His thumb rubbed lazy circles on your scalp and it held you in place just enough that you had to look up at him. “That is why you are down here stroking my cock? Because you miss me?”

Heat rushed through your chest and you nodded quickly with your cheeks burning as you admitted it. “You have been busy,” you said and your mouth brushed his inner thigh with every word. “Between work and… you know… Nightwing stuff… I barely get you anymore.” He laughed low and leaned forward until his chest almost brushed your forehead. “So your solution is to get on your knees and beg for my cock? That is how you show me you miss me?” Your head dipped in another small nod and this time it was more bashful. His cock twitched in your hand when you gave a firm stroke and precum smeared across your palm. “God you are cute when you are desperate,” he muttered and he guided your hand tighter around him before pulling it back. His fingers caught your chin and tilted your face up. “Open those pretty eyes. Let me see how bad you want it.”

Your lashes lifted and your gaze stayed wide while his cock brushed your cheek as he shifted forward. He used his grip on your hair to guide your head lower and the thick head nudged your lips until you parted them on instinct. His smirk widened when you let your tongue slip out and brush the tip with a soft and needy sound. “Missed me so much you are drooling already,” he teased and he dragged himself along your lips like he was testing how long you would last. His voice dropped rough when he pushed you closer. “Go on baby. Show me how much.” Your mouth opens willingly as the first taste of him hits your tongue while his hand presses harder against the back of your head. He doesn’t push too deep yet but he gives you just enough to fill your mouth and make your throat tighten around a broken whimper. His chest shakes with another laugh as he watches you with that look that makes your stomach twist. His other hand stays heavy on his thigh while his cock drags across your tongue. “Yeah,” he breathes with his jaw tight and his eyes locked right on you. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Your lips stay tight around the fat head of his cock so his breath catches when the wet heat of your mouth pulls him in. The taste spreads thick across your tongue while you sink lower and let him slide past your teeth until he’s pressing heavy against the back of your tongue. A rough groan works its way out of his chest when your cheeks hollow and his fingers yank tighter in your hair. He smirks down at you with his voice dropping low as he mutters, “There you go… fuck, look at you.” The way his cock stuffs your mouth makes drool slip down the corner of your lips so you swallow hard just to keep up before pushing down farther. His thighs go tight under your hands when you take him deeper, tongue dragging along his length until your nose bumps his stomach. You pull back slowly with a wet pop so spit stretches between your lips and the flushed tip. You breathe heavy through the mess on your chin but he just laughs low in his chest when you dive right back down. You lick up the thick vein along the underside before sucking him deep again. “Greedy little mouth,” he grunts while his thumb drags over your cheek like he can’t believe how bad you want it.

Heat rushed between your legs as you bobbed your head and your pace built while his cock throbbed against your tongue. He hissed when your nails dug into his thighs for balance and his chest rose fast and you knew he was fighting to keep control. The sound of your gag when he hit the back of your throat made him shudder and he whispered “Fuck don’t stop.” His hips twitched like he wanted to push further yet he held back and let you set the pace while his eyes stayed locked on you taking him down again and again. Your mouth stayed full of him as you sank and spit slid from your lips to wet his cock until it dripped down your chin. The weight of him pressed against the back of your tongue and you swallowed around it because you wanted to feel every inch. His groan rumbled low in his chest as his fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled just enough to make your eyes lift to his face. He looked down at you with that half grin and flushed cheeks and muttered “Fuck baby… You take me too good.”

The praise made your stomach twist so you pressed your tongue harder under his length as you moved back up. You sucked around the tip and tasted the mix of spit and precum before you pushed down again until your nose nearly brushed his stomach. He hissed between his teeth and his hips twitched like he was fighting not to push deeper. When you gagged softly around him a laugh left his throat and he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You like this that much? Greedy fucking mouth.” Heat pooled low in your belly as you moaned around him and the vibration dragged another curse out of him. He leaned his head back for a second with his jaw tight before he looked at you again. “Can I fuck your mouth?” His voice was rough like he already knew the answer but he still waited. Your hum wrapped around his cock as you kept him in your throat and your nails pressed harder into his thighs to steady yourself. The sound made his eyes darken and his breath left him in a short laugh. “That’s all I needed,” he muttered before pushing forward.

The first thrust was slow and it was just enough for you to feel the control slip into his hands. He watched your lips spread wide around his cock and his hand held you steady while his hips met your mouth again. The wet noise filled the room as he started moving shallow at first and then deeper when he heard your muffled gasp. Spit smeared down your chin and thick strings clung when he pulled back only to slide in again. “Look at you… fuck… letting me use you like this,” he grunted and his voice broke into another curse as he pushed all the way down. Your throat tightened around him and your eyes watered as you moaned and he groaned back “God don’t stop giving me those sounds.” His hips pressed forward and the thick length of his cock slid deep until your throat tightened around the head. He stayed there for a few seconds groaning while he watched your lips spread wide around him. Drool clung to your chin while your nails scraped at his thighs to keep yourself steady. When he pulled back it was only to push in again with slow force like he was testing how much you could take. A wet gag slipped out of you and his smirk grew meaner as he muttered “That’s it… relax that throat for me.”

The pause after every deep thrust had you gasping around him and spit dripped onto your chest while he held your head steady. He looked down at you with his chest rising heavy and asked “You like me fucking you like this?” His cock pressed against the back of your throat again and your muffled moan wrapped around him. He hissed through his teeth and chuckled low with his thumb dragging across your wet bottom lip. “God you sound so good when I’m stuffing your mouth full.” Another push had you gagging louder with your eyes watering as he sank all the way to the base. He groaned at the sight and kept you there not moving until your throat fluttered around him. Your hands trembled on his thighs and when he finally pulled back air rushed into your lungs. Before you could catch your breath he gave you three quick thrusts and each one made a filthy squelch echo in the room. “Training you nice and slow,” he muttered with a rough laugh and rolled his hips forward until your throat squeezed him again.

“Gonna make sure you take me deeper every time.” Your choked hum around his cock made him curse and he muttered “Yeah… keep that up. Fucking perfect mouth.” Your throat had finally loosened enough that the strain eased and his grin showed he noticed. The way your gag softened only encouraged him and before you could prepare his hips started to move with steady force. His cock slid in deeper and his groans turned rough as your throat swallowed around him. Wet noises filled the room while each thrust pushed spit down your chin and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. “Fuck that’s better,” he muttered through clenched teeth while his hips rocked harder. You tried to steady your breathing but every push left your throat stuffed full. When he caught your teary eyes looking up a smirk tugged at his mouth. “Knew you’d open up for me. Look at you taking me so easy now.” Your muffled whimper vibrated around him and dragged another low curse out of his chest. He leaned down slightly and his voice turned darker when he asked “You like me using your throat like this?” The only answer you could give was a weak hum and the sound made him groan deep. His hips picked up speed and he fucked into you in smooth strokes until his cock slammed to the back of your throat and stayed there.

You gagged hard with your eyes watering even more and he pulled back just enough to let you gasp through your nose before sinking back inside. “Messy little mouth,” he said with a short laugh while his thumb brushed away the spit stringing down your chin. “You’re dripping all over yourself and you don’t even care.” He dragged his cock out slowly just to shove it back in and grunted when the head pushed past the tightest part of your throat. “God… so fucking tight back there.” Your nails dug into his thighs as he drove in deeper and he set a rough pace now that your body gave less fight. The wet gagging and filthy squelch filled the air while his voice stayed low and harsh above you. “That’s it take it. Don’t stop looking at me.” He groaned when your eyes stayed locked on his and your face flushed wet and messy. His cock slid again and again while his hips snapped forward without pause and the broken sounds spilling from you only made him curse louder. “Fuck yeah,” he growled while he held your head still and drove in hard. “This throat was made for me.”

Your throat was sore by the time he eased back and spit dripped from your lips while his cock glistened with your saliva. The way he looked down at you with his chest rising hard and his jaw tense told you how close he was. A wicked thought flickered and before he could shove back in you pulled away with a wet gasp and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. His groan came out rough and strained like he couldn’t believe you stopped right there. “Don’t,” he warned low but your smirk only widened as you leaned back on your hands. “What?” you teased with your eyes glinting with mischief while you licked your bottom lip and tasted him on your tongue. “You were about to cum weren’t you?” His head dropped forward with dark hair falling into his eyes and the way his fist tightened around the base of his cock made your body clench with heat. “Brat,” he muttered under his breath with his voice hoarse as he looked at you like he might snap in two seconds. “You think that’s funny?” You tilted your head feigning innocence while his shirt hung loose on your body with no bra underneath and one strap sliding down your shoulder to show more skin. Only your panties clung to you and the thin fabric was damp from how badly you wanted him.

“Bed?” you asked lightly like it was a casual suggestion though your smile gave you away. That single word snapped whatever patience he had left. The next moment he was standing with his cock still flushed and heavy against his stomach as his boxers were tugged down just enough to free himself. His hands slid under your thighs as he bent and lifted you off the couch without hesitation. The strength in his arms made your stomach flip so your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer while you clung to his shoulders. “Could’ve just asked nicely,” he growled against your neck while carrying you down the hall. His teeth grazed your skin until you let out a heavy gasp. Your back hit the bedroom doorframe when he shoved it open with his shoulder and his grip tightened like he didn’t trust you not to wriggle away again. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” you murmured against his ear as your tongue flicked against his jaw just to rile him up further. His answering grunt came hot and low as his cock pressed into your soaked panties while he carried you straight to the bed.

When he threw you down onto the mattress his shirt rode high on your body so your breasts were outlined under the thin cotton. He bent over with his teeth closing around the fabric to pull it taut over your nipple before sucking hard until the wet heat seeped straight through the shirt and made you gasp. His mouth stayed there to tug and lick until the cotton turned damp with his spit. While he devoured you through his shirt his hands worked at your hips to hook into your panties and peel them down. He didn’t stop kissing and sucking your covered breast even as he shoved his boxers off so they dropped to the floor. By the time he pulled back your panties were gone and his cock was free with the only thing left between you being his shirt sticking to your chest where his mouth had soaked it. His shirt hangs loose on you and it keeps brushing your skin whenever you move. The sleeves won’t stay on your shoulders and the hem is so short it barely even covers your thighs. When his eyes dragged over you his mouth twisted into something smug. “Looks better on you than it ever did on me,” he muttered with his voice thick as his hand dragged up your leg to spread it wider until your panties strained against the wet between your thighs. Heat flushed up your neck at the way he stared, hungry and unblinking, so you let your knees fall open further on the bed to tease him with the soft grind of your hips. “Should I take it off then?” you asked as your fingers slid under the edge of the shirt like you might pull it away. “No. Leave it on.”

That answer only pulled a smirk from you. “Fine…” you breathed while dragging the hem up anyway until the fabric bunched just under your collarbones to leave your tits bare and tight in the cool air. His gaze snapped down and you saw his cock twitch heavily and flush as he stepped closer to the edge of the mattress. You teased him more when you cupped your own breast and you let your thumb flick across your nipple while you tilted your head at him. “Like this better?” The sound that tore from his throat was half a groan and half a curse as his hand wrapped around his cock to line himself up with your pussy. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he rasped while dragging the thick head through your folds until slick and coated him. Your breath stuttered when the blunt press of his cockhead caught against your entrance. “So? You gonna fuck me or keep talking?” you whispered with a grin tugging at your lips even as your hips pushed forward in need.

His eyes burned into yours with his jaw clenched tight before his tip eased past your opening to spread you inch by inch. “Yeah,” he muttered with his voice deep as his cock slid further inside, “I’ll fuck you.” Your back arched and your hands fisted the sheets with the shirt rucked up high so your tits bounced free while he pushed deeper, taking every bit of your tease and turning it back on you. His cock kept pressing in until your back sank into the mattress and your hand scrambled for his. His fingers caught yours and locked tight, holding your palm down beside your head while his weight pinned you beneath him. He pressed flush against you with his forehead brushing yours as he muttered, “Look at me. I wanna see that face.” The words left him rough while his other hand slipped between your thighs. The pad of his thumb found your clit and circled slowly to match the steady push of his cock as it stretched you wide.

The drag of him inside made your chest rise quickly and heat spread down your stomach until you let out a broken sound when his thumb pressed harder against your clit. He tilted his head until his mouth was right at your ear and whispered, “Feel good?” The tease had you nodding fast with your nails digging into the hand that held yours down. “Say it,” he pressed while thrusting deeper. You let out a shaky moan and gasped, “Feels so fucking good, Dick.” His chest rumbled with a low grunt and he kissed the side of your jaw while his hips rolled slowly so you could feel every inch. The steady drag turned quicker and the slap of his hips against your thighs grew louder as his pace turned rough. You squeezed his hand tight because his grip on your wrist kept you pinned. The faster he moved the more your body trembled underneath him. He watched your mouth fall open and he muttered, “God, look at you. Can’t even talk right now.”

Your breath spilled hot against his cheek when you whined, “F-faster-please, Dick.” His smirk curved against your lips then he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force jolted through you and your cry spilled into his mouth when he kissed you. His thumb kept rubbing your clit in messy circles and he groaned against your lips as his pace quickened. “So fucking wet for me. You hear that?” The sound of your pussy sucking him in with every rough thrust made your cheeks burn yet you could barely think about anything except the way your cunt clenched tight around him. His hand squeezed yours harder so you would stay grounded. His pace turned brutal and every thrust shook the headboard. Each stroke dragged another cry out of your throat until your body twisted beneath him.

His cock pushed in deep again and your back arched against the mattress. His grip on your hand stayed firm so your palm stayed pinned beside your head. His other hand never let up on your clit and the pressure stayed steady while his thumb rolled in tight circles. Each thrust hit the same spot inside until the mix of both touches made your whole body twitch under him. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he muttered against your mouth. His voice was low and rough while his cock drove back into your cunt. You let out a choked moan and shook your head against the pillow as your words broke apart. “C-can’t-Dick, too much.” The plea only made his eyes darken so he leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek. “Yeah? That’s exactly how I want you,” he said with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth while his thumb dragged over your clit faster.

Your thighs shook with every thrust and the sound of your wet pussy getting filled over and over had your face burning hot. He groaned at the noise then kissed you hard so he could swallow the messy sounds spilling from your throat. When you pull back for air his eyes stay on your face. He watches your mouth twitch and your eyes roll while his cock pushes in deeper. “Fuck, I love watching you like this. You don’t even know how good you look.” The headboard tapped against the wall with the force of his hips and your cries pitched higher when his fingers pressed down harder against your clit. You writhed beneath him and your legs trembled around his waist but his grip on your hand kept you trapped. “Don’t pull away,” he said through gritted teeth when you tried to twist your hips. “Take it. Let me see how much you can handle.”

Your chest rose in quick bursts and your nails dug half-moons into his knuckles while he pounded into your cunt. Every thrust hit deep until your body felt too tight and too full, begging for release. His thumb rubbed against your clit again and again until you could barely breathe. He could feel how close you were so his smirk grew wider as he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “Doing so good, baby.” Your body snapped when it finally hit. Your toes curled and your thighs shook hard around his waist while the orgasm tore through you so fast that your cry broke into gasps. Your nails clawed at his hand where it stayed locked with yours. You thought he would slow down or maybe let you breathe but Dick only pressed in deeper and fucked through the way your pussy clenched down hard on his cock.

“Yeah… that’s it. Cum on me, baby,” he growled against your ear. His voice was rough from how hard he was breathing and his thumb stayed tight on your clit as he dragged rough circles that had you jerking under him and twitching against the sheets. You tried to twist your hips away from the pressure but his weight kept you down and the pace of his cock never faltered. Your eyes squeezed shut as another sound spilled from your lips high and broken but he caught your chin with his teeth and muttered, “Look at me. Don’t hide that face from me.” You blinked up at him with watery eyes while your body spasmed around his cock and he smirked when he saw the mess of your mouth trembling. Then he slammed harder into you and dragged another cry from your throat.

“Too much-hnngh-fuck, I can’t,” you gasped. Your voice came out almost like a sob as his hand crushed yours harder into the mattress while his thumb rubbed mercilessly at your clit. “Yes you can,” he answered, groaning when your walls gripped him again. “You’re taking it so good, you don’t even know.” The wet slap of your pussy getting pounded filled the room and mixed with the creak of the bed. Your chest heaved while every nerve burned as his cock drove deeper and hit the same spot that already had you shaking apart once. You whimpered his name with your lips brushing his jaw when he leaned close and his grunt shook against your skin. “Cum all over me again. I’m not stopping until I feel you do it.”

The demand pulled another shiver through you and your cunt tightened so much you swore you couldn’t breathe. Every push in made your thighs tremble harder and your whole body stayed caught in the overwhelming drag of pleasure that never stopped. His cock kept fucking through it and his thumb never left your clit while he forced your body to take everything he gave without pause. The orgasm left your body weak but Dick didn’t ease up. His thrusts only grew harder as he slammed you into the mattress until the bedframe rattled against the wall. Your nails dug into his wrist and you tried to push him back while your voice broke between moans. “N-no, Dick-slow down, fuck, I can’t.” The words tumbled out almost like a whine but he only growled as his hips crashed into you again. “Yes, you can. You’re taking me. Look at this pussy gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

Your legs kicked around his waist in protest but the move only made him smirk. He pressed his chest heavily into you and pinned you down even tighter. You leaned forward to bite at his shoulder and your teeth sank in with a muffled cry. He hissed at the sting before chuckling against your ear. “Oh, you’re really trying to fight me now?” His voice was low and taunting while he shoved even deeper and made you gasp from the stretch. “Go on, bite me again. I’ll just fuck you harder.” Your thighs shook under the relentless pace and your pussy squeezed him so tight it was almost painful. He kept his hand wrapped around yours above your head and your knuckles turned white from how hard you clutched him. Every slam of his cock knocked the air out of you and the sound of skin on skin echoed through the room. You whined, “S-stop, I c-can’t” but he cut you off with a kiss and swallowed the words while pounding even rougher into your cunt.

The mess between your legs dripped down the sheets wet and filthy and Dick groaned when he felt the slick slide every time he buried himself to the hilt. His mouth trailed to your jaw as he muttered against your skin, “So fucking tight. Gonna fill you up.” You whimpered when his thrusts turned sloppy and his grunts grew heavier. His cock twitched inside you as he drove to the base over and over. Your body arched helplessly beneath him and your legs trembled while his pace stayed brutal. The heat of his breath hit your neck as he cursed, “Fuck fuck I’m gonna cum inside this pussy.” He pushed in deep one last time and his hips ground against you as his cock spilled hot inside while his groan rasped low in your ear.

His cock slipped out of you wet and messy and before you could even catch your breath he grabbed your hips and rolled you over. Your knees hit the sheets and he dragged your ass up before his palm cracked against it in one clean slap. The sting made your cunt clench again and he stared at the way it bounced for him. His hand lingered to squeeze as he muttered with a rough laugh, “Look at that. Can you take another?” The question was pointless because he was already pushing himself back inside and splitting you open all over again. You groaned into the pillow and your voice came out muffled as you tried to twist your head back. “Too much,” you whined and arched away from the drive of his hips. “Fucking too much, Dick.” Your hand shoved at the sheets like you could crawl forward but he pressed his palm between your shoulder blades and pinned you down. His cock pushed deep and his balls smacked against you while he leaned close. “Didn’t you want me to stay over today?” he asked as his hips ground just enough to make you gasp.

You turned your face to the side and sweat stuck your hair to your cheek as you looked at him with a bratty pout. “Mhmm… I said that,” you answered. The words broke when he thrust hard into you again. “But I didn’t mean you’d fuck me till I can’t walk.” He smirked against your ear and kissed the edge of your jaw while his cock dragged out slowly before slamming back in. “Yeah well, I’m just helping you right? Making sure you get what you asked for.” His grip tightened on your waist and he drove into you fast again until the slap of his hips echoed. Your voice cracked into a moan and your thighs shook while he kept you pressed down and unable to escape the steady pounding. You gasped, “Dick-fuck, ngh, wait-” but he only groaned and bit at your shoulder. “Take it. Take all of it. You can cry about it later when you’re full of me.” His hand slid from your waist to your throat and his thick forearm hooked tight around you until your back arched against his chest.

His bicep pressed against the side of your face and locked you in a headlock while his cock kept driving deep. The air rushed out of your lungs in broken gasps and every thrust forced another noise out of you. “Dick- nghh- fuck, I can’t breathe right,” you whined as your nails dug into his arm, though your pussy squeezed him even tighter. He laughed into your ear low and smug and pulled you higher until you were kneeling, bent and helpless in his hold. His hips slapped against your ass with steady force and his cock battered your cunt until your thighs trembled. “Missed this,” he muttered and bit at your jaw before dragging his tongue down your neck. “You told me you missed me right? I missed you too.” You choked on a moan as his arm flexed and his muscle strained against your throat. The pressure made your vision spot for a second but the rush of it sent heat flooding down your spine. You tried to twist your head and panted, “S-slow down, it’s too much-” but he only growled and snapped his hips harder until your body jolted with the impact. “Don’t lie. Your pussy’s begging for it.”

The sound of your wetness echoed every time he bottomed out and his cock dragged slick from your cunt as he used you like a toy. Your hands clawed at the sheets in desperation for something to hold but he yanked you back against him until you were fully trapped in his arms. “Stay still,” he ordered with a rough voice as his thrusts grew faster. “You take what I give you.” Your head lolled against his bicep and drool slipped from your lips with every broken gasp. You sobbed, “Hhhnn- Dick- fuck-” and he grunted while burying his cock all the way inside. His arm squeezed your throat tighter and his voice was rough against your ear. “Good girl. I’ve got you.” His arm locked harder around your throat and his bicep pressed against your cheek while his cock slammed into your cunt. Every thrust shook through your body and forced moans out of you that broke against his skin. Your hands clawed at his forearm but instead of letting up he only dragged you closer against his chest. His free hand slid up and his fingers pried at your lips until two pushed past your tongue. You gagged around them and spit ran down your chin while he groaned low.

“Yeah… that’s it. Open wider,” he muttered as he ground his cock deep before pulling back out slow enough to make you whimper. His fingers curled against your tongue and rubbed over the wet muscle as he looked down at you. “Knew you’d let me use you like this. You feel how messy do are you right now?” You tried to answer but the words came out muffled around his fingers. Drool coated his knuckles while your throat worked and your body jerked every time he bottomed out. “Mmfhh-nghh, Dick-!” Your voice was wrecked and strangled against his arm. He only smirked with his chest pressed to your back while he drove his cock harder into your soaked slit.

Your cunt clenched tight and your walls fluttered around him and he felt it right away. “Oh, you’re cumming again,” he said with a voice dripping with satisfaction. His thrusts turned brutal and each one forced your body to shake in his grip. His arm flexed tighter around your neck as you came and your juices spilled down your thighs. You cried against his fingers and drooled while moaning through the orgasm, your legs twitching as he fucked you through it. “Good girl… that’s it, squeeze me. Don’t stop now.” His voice was hot against your ear and rough with every grunt. His cock kept slamming into you and his fingers still filled your mouth until your moans were soaked and muffled. You tried to push at his arm but the more you struggled the harder he fucked into you.

“Missed you,” he breathed out as he kissed the side of your head while you shook helplessly in his hold. “Told you I’d remind you how much.” His cock kept slamming into your cunt and each thrust grew heavier than the last. Your whole body shook in his arms and his grip locked tight around your neck as his fingers pressed down on your tongue. Drool ran over his knuckles and down your chin yet he only grunted when he saw the mess. “So tight,” he growled against your ear as his hips snapped forward until your eyes rolled back. You gagged around his fingers with muffled sounds spilling while he used you. The stretch was brutal and every push knocked the air from your chest. Your walls clenched hard and milked him while you came again and he did not slow down for even a second.

“Yeah, squeeze me like that,” he muttered as his teeth dragged against your skin. His pace only grew rougher with his cock driving so deep you swore you felt him in your stomach. Your legs trembled under the weight of it yet he held you steady and forced you to take every inch. “I’m not done with you,” he said with a voice low and rough. His cock pulsed inside and his balls slapped wet against your ass. You tried to moan his name yet it broke apart against his fingers. He groaned as his hips pushed hard and he fucked through the tight clutch of your pussy. Then he came and his cock twitched deep as his cum spilled hot inside. You gasped around his hand with your belly filling from every heavy push of his load. He did not pull out. Instead, he pressed deeper and held you down on his cock until you felt him throb all the way inside. “Stay still. Let me fill you,” he ordered while his arm flexed around your throat and he kept rutting into your soaked pussy. He spilled every drop until he was sure it was buried deep where he wanted it.

His cock slipped out slowly and left your cunt messy and dripping as both of you collapsed onto the bed. The mattress caught your weight and you turned into him right away, clinging like you were afraid he might leave. Your face pressed into the warm skin of his neck while your arms wrapped tight around him and your thighs tangled with his. “Mmhh fuck you,” you muttered against his throat with your voice still shaky. Your teeth grazed the skin there and bit down hard enough to make him hiss. He chuckled low and tired with one hand running down your back. “You’re mad at me now?” he asked softly as he tilted his head when you bit him again. His arm tightened around your waist and pulled you closer until your chest pressed flush to his. “You were so fucking rough,” you whispered as tears stung your eyes and slipped onto his skin. You sniffled with your nose pressed into his neck, refusing to look at him. His hand came up right away and his thumb wiped under your eye even as you buried yourself deeper against him.

“I know, I’m sorry baby,” he says and his lips press against the side of your head. His hand comes up to your jaw and he guides you to lift a little so he can see your face. You only pouted with your eyes glassy while you clung tighter to his shoulders. “You’re not forgiven,” you mumbled while hugging him like a koala, your nails digging into his back. His lips curved into a smile and he kissed your forehead again and again with quiet whispers between every kiss. “I’ll make it up to you… promise. Whatever you want.” His voice stays soft while you nuzzle deeper into his neck and you hold on like you are never letting go. When he whispers, “I’ve got you,” for a second you almost believe it. A tired laugh slipped out of you that sounded half soft and half bratty and you tilted your head just enough to meet his eyes. “Whatever I want huh?” Your nails dragged lightly across his chest as you traced circles like you were pretending to think. “Then I want a new ring. Diamond. Big one.” He blinked at you, caught off guard, and you bit into his shoulder with a grin.

“You’re serious?” he asked with his brows lifting as his gaze searched your face. You nodded with your lips twitching as you buried yourself back against him. “And that’s just the start,” you say as you tighten your legs around his waist like you are not letting go. “Every single time you fuck me like that you’re making it up to me after. I don’t care if it’s gifts or food or carrying me around all day. You’re working for it.” He lets out a groan in his chest and tips his head back on the pillow with a slow sigh. “You’re gonna bleed me dry, you know that?” You smiled into his neck and bit him again before you whispered, “Good. That’s the point.” His arms circled tighter around you and his hand cupped the back of your head while he muttered curses under his breath. “Fine. I’ll do it. All of it,” he admitted as his lips brushed your hair. “But you’re such a brat.” You pouted up at him with eyes still glassy from earlier and said, “Not a brat. I’m your wife.” His laugh was soft as he kissed your forehead. “Yeah. Mine.” He held you closer and let you settle against him while your bratty little list already started forming in your head.

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“I’ll clear a path,” you say. “You tell Lois. I’m sure she’d want to know that her partner’s got knocked out by Superman.”

“I was moving him out of the way of you throwing a LuthorTruck at the alien!”

“So it’s my fault that you didn’t protect his head when you put him down the side of a building?”

Clark groans in exasperation, rubbing his face with his palm. “Just go make sure he’s not dead, okay?”

You throw your hands up. “Fine, fine! I’ll keep you posted.”

“Will you meet me to see Terrific after?”

“Nope!”

You put on your civilian disguise behind the spinning globe of the Daily Planet after removing a fallen tree and the destroyed remnants of cars off the street. You walk on foot to the hospital, taking the time so when you walk in, he’s already been put in a room. 

You still wait, though, because the Emergency Department of Metropolis Mercy is always overflowing after an incident like this. You both (Clark, mostly) try to minimize casualties, but you can’t exactly evacuate hundreds of people at once. It’s easier when you both do it, with you holding whoever’s-attacking’s attention and Clark clears an area before he joins in. With his soft spot and conviction, you’re glad to take on the duty where the aftermath unfolds. 

There are forms to be filled, which you only know from snooping at Jimmy’s stuff when he’s sleeping after your hook ups. You tell the hospital you’re his girlfriend, that yes, you’ll call his emergency contact for them (you don’t). 

When you walk in, he’s awake with a saline line attached to his hand. You make a quick sweep with x-ray vision just to check that everything’s fine. 

“Sorry, am I still dreaming?” he jokes, smiling one of those lopsided smiles that makes him look boyish. 

You roll your eyes, but even you can’t keep the smile off of your face. “Clark called. Said Superman accidentally knocked you out while trying to save you.”

Jimmy grumbles, “Great, my first rescue by Superman and I missed it.”

“You did walk right up to the fire powered alien for a photo op.”

His eyes widened in mortification. “Did you see—"

Yes, you did see. But you can’t exactly tell him that. “On Channel 6.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s so embarrassing. I’ll lose my street cred!”

“Street cred?” you laugh. “Don’t know you had any in the first place, Olsen.”

You see his face break out into a smile, wide and unapologetic as your laughter dies down. 

A not-so-small part of you is glad that he’s, ultimately, fine, safe for a few stitches and a killer headache. His skull had been cracked, but not cracked open. Glad that he’s still joking around with his charm still intact. There’s also a small part of you that recognizes that small sense of duty and dare you say, care, Clark always yaps about. 

When Jimmy is discharged with a clear CT and painkillers, you carry his bag without complaint. 

“If I make a comment on how you’re getting soft on me, will you take it in jest and still take me home?”

“No,” you say, deadpan and flat.

He grins anyway. “Then I won’t.”

A nurse comes in with a wheelchair, all pretty smiles and glossy hair. The rational part of you knows she’s just doing her job, the irrational part of you thinks she seems a little too eager to push him around. 

“I don’t know if the wheelchair is necessary,” Jimmy cringes. “I can walk.”

“At least until you get out of the ED, Mr. Olsen,” the nurse persuades. “We don’t want you falling over, do we?”

Jimmy looks at you with a kind of helplessness Kendra Saunders would send you every time Guy tried to talk to her. You smile instead, “Well, you can’t argue with a healthcare professional, Jimmy. Don’t be ridiculous.”

The nurse grins all-too-widely when Jimmy sends you a glare and reluctantly climbs on the wheelchair. You know that her expertise can be used better somewhere between worried mothers and bleeding teens, but if two minutes of pushing Jimmy in a wheelchair gives her a reprieve from the chaos, then who are you to judge?

You walk in front of them, with Jimmy’s bag hanging from one shoulder and yours on the other. You come out at the lobby, where you have to prop Jimmy up into a cab.

Clark’s text comes in before you can update him. He says to let him know when Jimmy gets back home so he can come in and take care of his best pal. He says he’ll talk to Perry to give him one and a half days off.

One glance at Jimmy, eyes closed, leaning on the window, you tell Clark you have it covered until the end of the work day.

It’s tricky, really, trying to get into Jimmy’s apartment. The meds they gave him knocked him out into a deep sleep that even Metropolis’ post fight traffic doesn’t faze him. You make sure to secure his keys in your hand before carrying him up, bridal style. 

The cab driver looks at you, bewildered. You shrug, “I’m a weightlifting champion.”

He nods slowly, like he can’t quite believe you, so you hand him a fifty dollar bill so he would scram.

When Jimmy wakes up on his bed, groggy from a painkiller-induced nap, you’re in his kitchen. 

His stove is on, the sound of water bubbling is unmistakable. The whole place smells like chocolate, cinnamon, and peppermint. You're humming a tune, low and foreign, soft and melodic. 

You catch yourself when you realize it's an old Kryptonian lullaby your mother used to sing when you were a kid. 

There's a sudden, sinking feeling on your chest then, tight and suffocating. A familiar sense of homesickness that comes in like a tidal wave, blanketing your whole being. 

Hot chocolate is Kal-El's—Clark's comfort drink. One fact that you learned from Martha. After one too many after-party nights where you would crash land on the farm instead of the Fortress, it became yours too. 

You don't get a chance to dwell on the feeling, don't get the chance to poke it like a bruise, because then Jimmy pads into the space. 

“Hey,” Greets Jimmy, voice raspy from sleep and surprise. “You're still here.”

You shoot him a look, fixing him a mug of peppermint hot chocolate. “Someone has to make sure you're not dead.”

“Thanks,” He says, for your answer and the chocolate. “I don't remember getting inside, much less getting on the bed.”

“You were half awake—not even, just a quarter awake when we got back,” you leaned on his fridge. “You drool in your sleep.”

Jimmy cringes, “I do not drool.”

“My jacket begs to differ.”

“That's not true, I do not drool—” he takes one look at your grin, slowly spreading as he tries to defend himself. “—you're messing with me.”

“I'm messing with you.”

“You're evil and mean.”

“If I'm evil and mean I wouldn't have ordered pizza,” and, as if on cue, the buzzer goes off with the delivery guy on the other side. 

Jimmy's apartment is more colorful than Clark's, that's for sure. It's not on the twentieth floor with floor to ceiling windows—it's on the second floor of an older building with plenty of natural light. 

You don't like staying too long in Jimmy's apartment. At the same time, you long for this place. Jimmy's is the only other place you've been, aside from the Kent's in Smallville, that holds memories; a recounting of the life he's lived and is living now. 

Unlike Clark's and the Fortress, this is a place of a man who knows exactly where he belongs. A man who's only ever known one life and belonging to one planet and one home. Jimmy doesn't need to question the fundamentals of his existence, doesn't need to question his own happiness. He simply is, and you can't never be jealous of that. 

It's the only place on Earth that holds even a semblance of home for you, and that's terrifying. 

His couch is dark green, accompanied with a dark wood coffee table that he swore he took off the curb. Some of his pictures are hung on one wall, and another wall displays movie posters. 

Under his TV, there's a shelf that Lois called Jimmy's own mini Criterion closet—whatever that means. Obscure movies, misprinted or misedited releases, movies in different languages, all neatly stacked in their original hard cases. 

He won't tell anyone, but his favorite is the one playing right now—10 Things I Hate About You, followed by The Princess Bride. Because Jimmy Olsen is a romantic at heart, try as he might to hide that from the world. 

“I think this might be the most romantic scene in a movie,” He says, with a mouthful of pepperoni. The main guy is on the bleachers, singing his heart out to serenade his object of affection. 

“You said that about the other movie we watched,” You point out. “Where the guy touched the fountain water because the water touched the woman.”

“Ah, yes,” He nods solemnly. “Atonement. Heartbreaking.”

You shake your head at his antics, something warm settling over your chest. You take another sip of soda to compose yourself, the feeling reminding you too much of your time at home. 

Home. Fuck. You hope Clark gets here soon so you can find a red sun planet and get shit faced drunk. Maybe you'll take Krypto for good measure. 

Being near Jimmy Olsen is hazardous for your mental wellbeing. 

“How's your head feeling?” You ask. 

Jimmy sits up, moving his head to the left, then to the right, to gauge the feeling. After a particularly weird move, he winces. “Better, I think.”

You squint your eyes at him, checking for signs of swelling with the x-ray vision. There's none. 

“Clark says he cleared it with Perry if you want to take a sick day tomorrow.”

He scoffs. “I have an assignment with Lois tomorrow, over at Gotham. There's no way I'm missing the chance to photograph Bruce Wayne.”

You try not to let the information get to you. He'll be going to the viper pit, so to speak. You thought about Dick Grayson, whom you only worked with a handful of times. You thought about what he said about Gotham. 

Just Jimmy and Lois. No Clark, no back up. 

It's fine, you tell yourself. It's none of your business. None of your concern.

“Well, don't kill yourself over it.”

“Aw, are you worried about me?”

“Hardly,” You say with a grin. “Clark will be a bummer if he loses his best pal.”

You will strangle Batman himself if anything happens.

With a playful bump on your shoulder, Jimmy turns his attention back to the movie. After a minute, you can hear his heartbeat slowing down, breathing relaxing. 

Clark texts that he's on his way with Lois. 

Good, you think. You can get the hell out dodge. 

“Hey,” Jimmy calls, voice soft and a little heavy with sleep. “Thank you for today.”

It pinches on your heart, so you try to joke it away. “You're lucky I'm around, Olsen.”

“I am,” He agrees with a small smile. “I'm glad you are.”

Your throat constricted, suddenly feeling like you can barely breathe. Like you forget how to. 

But you don't need oxygen like humans do. You take a deep breath anyway. 

“Well, there's the friend part in friends with benefits, right?”

A soft laugh, a breath in the air, really, nothing more from him. Then, slowly, a weight on your shoulder. 

Alright Holiday Wips! Also, look at me having another Gabriel thing going on!

I've been writing so much fluff I swear it's rotting my teeth. But it has been fun to write some sabriel with it. Mainly for the pond's holiday challenge. One such is a human au (look at me getting into writing aus for spn more!) with Sam and Gabe, where Gabe of course crashes an office party. Here's a little bit from Party Crasher:

"Do you even work here?" "No," Gabriel smirked, popping another cheese ball into his mouth. "I was working late downstairs and heard there was food and booze, sooo…" "So you're crashing?" He shrugged. "My office consists of six people, and our party was not half as much fun as this one sounded last year." He took a sip of eggnog. "Plus it does not look good for the boss to get drunk but here," he grinned, happy to not know anyone. "Wait which office?" Sam's brows pinched, cradling his own hardly touched solo cup. "Shurley Accounting," Gabriel laughed at the other man’s clearly re-evaluating look. "Sorry," Sam scratched at the back of his neck, looking around them at the others as Gabriel took a cookie from one of the trays. "You just don't look like an accountant." "You don't look much like a lawyer," Gabriel teased, moving around the table. "Always been good at numbers, but no, helping out managing a small branch office for my little brother was not my plan." He shrugged, looking around the lawyers, who were well on their way to drunk. "But, he asked and it pays."

2. More fluff but for Clexmas. God, I just need sick fics in my life, and Lex is so cute sick. Its turning out to be longer than I wanted, but I mean I love clex so it's okay I guess. This one doesn't have a title yet.

"Lex?" He looked from the slight color of his cheeks to the clear problems he was having tying his tie. "What do you think you're doing?" "Getting ready for my meeting." Clark frowned, pulling back the covers of their bed and stretching his arms over his head. He smiled at the way that Lex looked at him as he stretched. The brunette's smile dropped as Lex tried to cover a cough. It had Clark moving closer to him, he didn't need super hearing to hear the husk in Lex's voice. "You are not going to work today," the Kryptonian said firmly, watching as Lex tried to get his tie right in the mirror. "What?" Lex glared at Clark's reflection. "I can't miss this meeting, Clark." "Zoom is a thing that exists, Lex," he reminded, looking at his sniffling nose as Lex firmly ignored it. "If you really can't miss it." "Why wouldn't I just go in?" He frowned, fever hazed eyes staring at Clark, finally getting his fingers to tie the knot of his tie correctly. "Because it looks like you've caught a cold.” "What! No, I never… achoo…" A sneeze broke his argument and caused him to groan at the ache it caused to branch out through his chest and head. "Bless you." Clark raised his chin at the sneeze that proved his point, grabbing the tissue box on their dresser. "Get sick. I'm fine!” He finished much more irritated and defiant even as he took a tissue. "I'm fine."

3. You guessed it, more fluff. I'm telling you I'm losing teeth this month. This time more Clex but with Kon-El because I crave more Connor fluff with married Clex. I just need more of it in this fandom, and I will write it all if I have to. Have more cuteness that will have angst and fit into my Earth 69 verse somehow...

"Come on Kon, eat up. We have a long day today," Clark said, handing the ten-year-old his juice. "What are we doing today?" Clark smiled at him before sitting down at the table beside him. "Well, it's about time we start decorating, don't you think?" "Yes!" Conner's blue eyes lit up, sitting up straighter at the table. "It's time to drag the big box out!" Clark chuckle. "Eat first," he said, starting to eat his own lunch.

"Is Dad gonna join us?" Clark smiled, finishing his food. "Yeah, Dad said he'd be leaving early." His eyes went to the clock on the kitchen wall, smiling slightly. "It's not a long drive from Metropolis. I'm sure he'll be home in time, and if not we can always rescue him." "Yes! I wanna rescue, him! Can we fly to him?" Clark laughed, smiling at his son's excitement. "First lunch, then the box, and then we can go see him. Deal?" Conner nodded, eating his food a bit faster at the plan. "Are we gonna get a tree today too?" "Of course, we'll set out all the decorations and then get Dad to go shopping with us before dinner." "Oh! Are we going to get it from the same place? The one with the homemade chocolate?" "Where else would we go? I don't think your father would go anywhere else, especially if they didn't have any little marshmallows like in that place does."

4. Alright another one that will probably end up being fluffy (at least for these bastards) and smutty cause well I just love a crass Peter who is just extremely uncomfortable. I just love lonelyeyes and my favorite HC about being the weirdest and sexiest family heirloom. The idea of the Lukas dressing up as Santa for a Magnus Institute board member/office party just makes me laugh so much. I just can't imagine how uncomfortable the Lukas would be, and I feel like it would greatly amuse James. He's a bit of a snippet from Its Itchy ('cause yeah of course it is Peter)

"Its tradition! You Lukas' are perfect for the the role." Peter raised his brows at him shifting the hat that sat over his already greying hair. "Well, appearance wise anyway…" "Horrible genes we have," Peter commented as James fiddled with the black belt that held the extra padding to his already soft stomach. "However," his hands left the man's waist, considering the streaks of white throughout Peter's beard and hair. "You could use some more time in the Lonely couldn't you?" He asked, fingers touching over his bearded chin. "If that's the case, I'll just go," body already fading. "Get more in character for you?" "Oh, no you don't." Beholding prickled through James' heavy stare keeping the Forsaken from creeping through his office. "You will not escape your duties, Peter. Like it or not you are the representative for your family." James' glared at him as Peter shifted under the his gaze. At the sight of his discomfort and his solid form his lips returned to their wide grin. "I assure you it will be worth your while," James' added, fingers curling through Peter's untrimmed beard happy when Peter stayed where he was, despite the feeling of being seen and known by the older avatar. "I doubt even bending you over my knee would be worth it." James' eyes lit at the thought, grin unwavering. "You'd be surprised. I am quiet flexible," he teased, enjoying the raise of Peter's brows. "Now," his had patting his cheek not so lightly. "Smile. Santa is meant to be jolly."

5. The last thing I'm working on that's very new for the holidays is a holiday horror! I'm really excited about it since it wasn't really on my mind until we were decorating for Yule and my husband started putting out our little snowmen and things and I was like OH SHIT that's a great idea! and nearly made him break one of our Santas. Its gonna be a statement fic for TMA not quite sure about who's taking it yet and I've only written a few lines but I'm stoked about the direction.

CW: Fear, uncanny vibes, and grief

Just never been a fan. Something about their empty eyes and painted on faces following you… just didn't find it festive. So when my girlfriend brought this topper home for our first tree living together I hated it and I told her as much. She'd known Christmas was a hard time for my family. But knew I still did up my tree, decorated my windows with lights and such, but I never had figurines. We had a big fight about it, especially when I saw the thing. It was… familiar. I knew it couldn't be the same. It wasn't as old —it was still in the box even! But it's painted eyes and rosy cheeks, that smile it… it looked just like mum's angel, like Sandy's angel. I walked out. Didn't even finish the fight. I just had to get away from those eyes, that smile. God, that grin. After seeing the angel topper again, I just couldn't stop thinking about Sandy. Couldn't stop thinking about her smile, about my sister's wide eyes and that horrid thing Amanda wanted to put in our home. I walked for hours. I don't really know how long but I ended up by some shops and had a sit with a cuppa and some flakey thing they had in the window. I didn't want to go home. I just thought I'd sit a bit, listen to the carols and people watched through the window. I hadn't really noticed it until I saw reflection in the window, how scared I was. My eyes were so wide and it started me, but not as much as when I noticed the eyes focused on me. The shoppers kept busy, going shuffling and hustling about in the cold air and the decorations... They were busy too.

6. Okay bonus one that I'm super excited about! More fuckin' slaughter!Elias! God, I really love this au with Hunt!Peter for the Magnus Archives. I just have been having a time flushing this spin off out while writing super fluffy holiday fics. This one is gonna be a bit of a rewind from where Catch Me took place and based all around answers to the questions in my mind of "Well who did he outsource the institute to? How involved is he in it still?" and of course "How does Gertrude dying look different with the slaughter involved?" Thrilling questions if you ask me, and I have been having fun fucking around with answering them and raising more questions. Here's a little bit from the opening for Beholding is a Clingy Bitch (because I love a title that makes me laugh):

Elias' brow furrowed, glaring into the flames of the gas stove he was cooking on. His hand paused in his stirring, head hanging at the thrust of information into his head. Pain seared through his head, culminating behind his eyes, a groan leaving him. Breath rushed from his lungs, feeling himself hyperventilating and unable to control it as his eyes were forced to stay open. He felt his hands clench and slam against the counter, against the pot he had been heating as he watched Gertrude. "Elias?" He couldn't answer, pain overwhelming the beating drums and singing trumpets as Beholding held onto him. He managed a grunting, aching groan of pain as his hands clenched the kitchen counter. He swallowed hard, almost able to smell the petrol she was buying to burn his institute. Slowly, the iron grip on his eyes faded, his heart once more beating to the sound of drums and the rage that sustained him. A harsh exhalation rushed from his shaking lungs, feeling Peter hovering behind him. He blinked, finally able to close his eyes, a sigh left him as the nausea of knowing left him. "Water, Peter, please." His hand rubbed his eyes, pressing them slightly to sooth the ache. He could hear a cup being filled as he tried to ground himself and feel in control of his body again. He relaxed a bit when Peter placed the cup in front of him and a hand on his back. Elias took it with a shaky hand, and the other man helped him slowly sip on it. "Bloody hell," he groaned, leaning back on the broad chest, feeling like he could vomit. "Are you alright?" Peter took the glass from him, arms wrapping around the other. "What was that?" "Beholding has a problem, and apparently it is determined to make it mine." Peter huffed a laugh at that, holding the glass to Elias' lips again once he looked a bit less shaky, silently commanding him to drink. "Clingy God that one, seems you'll never be rid of it," he mused, watching Elias' regain some of his colour. "Mm, it would seem," he sighed, anger filling him at the indignity and pushiness of the sight of Gertrude and her plans to destroy his institute. "It also seems that dinner will be a bit late tonight, darling."