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That is not a face that can wait any longer
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Like fighting a mirror
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DC PROMPT
Every robin has died once. Except, in this universe, they don't come back. Bruce has already long since hung up the cowl, unable to stand being the Bat after Tim's death, having to bury another child of his own.
When Damian comes along, he thinks he has one last chance, to be an actual dad, to be a good father. When Damian finds his way into the dusty, abandoned Batcave one night, Bruce is horrified.
Because he finds Damian wearing pieces of all the robin suits. Dick's shirt, Jason's gloves, Cass's cape, Barbara's mask, Tim's pants, and Steph's boots. He looks just like all the boy robins, and his hair doesn't help with how he looks like Cassandra.
Damian is only 10, so parts of the suit drape over his body. He looks just like the other robins, Bruce can hardly hold back a choked sob. Damian doesn't understand why Bruce is shaking when looking at him.
"Father? What is wrong?" Damian asks cautiously, head tilted to the side in the same way Dick used to do. Bruce's heart clenches.
"...How did you...find this place? It's sealed off." Bruce answers Damian's question with another, brows furrowing. He made sure any records of this place were destroyed, and that there was no way inside.
Damian looks at Bruce like he's stupid, placing his hands on his hips and looking around.
"They showed me!" Damian says like it's obvious, not explaining who 'they' is. He waves a hand at the empty air around him.
Bruce feels a chill crawl up his spine. "Who's they, Damian?" He regrets asking as soon as it slips from his mouth, the air around them growing even colder.
"The robins!" Damian says with a huff, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. And suddenly, Bruce is engulfed in warmth. As if he was being hugged from all sides. It's enough to break him.
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Got this fic prompt, is it good? Nah, not really. Am I still posting it here? Yes.
Damian starts middle school in Gotham and learns fast that pre-teens and teenagers are brutal. Bruce is currently on a longer mission in space with the Justice League and isn't there when he starts middle school. When he gets back, he notices that Damian got quieter; he stopped talking back. Bruce assumes it's because Damian is now more occupied with his homework and studying or got more into drawing.
It isn't until Bruce gets a phone call from Damian's homeroom teacher, where he is asked if he can come to school to get Damian and for a talk. Bruce assumes that Damian did something, like he started a fight. He is ready to punish Damian, but oh, is he wrong.
He arrives at school and sees Damian, who definitely cried before he arrived. His eyes are puffy, his face is red, and his breathing is fast. Bruce is like, ‘What the fuck happened here?’.
The homeroom teacher informs Bruce that Damian gets bullied and that she already talked with Damian about it and he was supposed to talk about it with a trusted adult. Well, he didn't do it. He didn't talk with Dick, Bruce, or Alfred. There weren't many trusted adults in Damian's life.
Anyway, it got so bad today that she had to call Bruce. Some of the bullies destroyed Damian’s textbooks; they poured water over them and ripped pages out of them. Damian, who wanted to stop them, got a few punches in the stomach. The school nurse said it's fine, but he still should see a doctor, just to be sure.
Bruce, who now is angry at the school for not telling him (or Dick) sooner, made an appointment with the principal, but first he takes Damian home.
At home, Bruce pressures Damian to tell him more about the bullying. First, Damian is like, ‘It’s fine; they are just idiots.’ Then he spirals into telling Bruce more when he tries to justify their actions. Bruce then is like, ‘Ohhh, they are racist assholes. I get it know.’
Bruce dumps Damian at the Kents without telling him why. In his head Bruce thinks that this is a smart idea; Jon and Damian are friends, Clark and Lois are both anti-bullies, and they are really good parents. Damian thinks it's because Bruce wants to get rid of him and is embarrassed. Little did he know that Bruce is suing the school, the bullies, and yelling at the principal.
Meanwhile, Lois just wants to punch Bruce for dropping Damian off without telling him why. But hey, at least Damian can chill with Jon.
Also a little note here: Damian doesn't fight back, because Bruce once told him that if he fight civilians (especially kids in school) he will never be Robin again.
(this is before Damian wants to quit Robin to become a doctor)
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The Selection
Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Tawkami!Reader
Summary: The Omatikaya clan holds a competition for Neteyam to choose a mate
Warnings: MDNI 18+, explicit language, eventual smut, mentions of killing, blood. I will have warnings before every chapter so no worries if I miss anything here.
Word Count: tbd
Status: ongoing
Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If that bothers you please do not interact with my account or any of my posts!
• Prologue
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
~ There may very well be more chapters in that series. As you all know I tend to write very long fics and so these chapters will be a few thousand words long each. I appreciate all the support I had before releasing this series and if anyone wants to be added to my Taglist feel free to let me know in the comments!
~ As always, Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated! I will accept any suggestions as well if anyone has ideas to make this fic better if love to hear about it!
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Anonymous asked:
Can I request a Jake Sully x Human reader fic?. Reader is Jake's ex human wife and Kiri's biological mother (Kiri knows that reader and Jake are her biological parents)
Reader reunites with Jake when she accompanies Norm and Max to Awa'atiu to check on Kiri after she had her seizure. Jake then finds out the truth that reader is Kiri's biological mother and he is Kiri's biological father and that reader kept her pregnancy a secret from him since he left her to be with Neytiri.
Also Kiri is older then Neteyam in this fic and Reader had sex with Na'vi Jake hence them conceiving Kiri.
Secret Is Out
Paring: Jake Sully x Fem!Human/Avatar!Reader
Warnings: none, fluff, some angst, mentions of childbirth
Word Count: 1.7k
Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to scroll and don’t interact with my page or any of my posts!
You remember the first day you held your daughter in your arms, you remember the way she cried for the first time. She was your world. Kiri was single handedly the best thing that you have every done with your life and you were so blessed to have had her. Unfortunately, the story is a bit more complicated than a loving mother and daughter relationship.
You and Jake have been together since you were back on earth. The untimely death of his brother allowed him to travel with you to the new world, Pandora. As difficult as it was for him, you loved your husband and he really kept an open mind about living out his brother’s dreams. The first day jake got his avatar, was the most excited you’ve seen him since the army, he is strong, tall. He could walk again. You both jumped in circles celebrating this achievement.
When Jake was taken in by the Omatikaya and started training under Neytiri he started pulling away from you. You remember the night you broke off your marriage. They night he took you to bed in the beautiful forest giving you the most pleasurable experience he could before dropping the bomb, there was someone else.
Jake had since fallen in love with the warrior woman and decided you were no longer what was best for him. It was hard coping with the break up, you couldn’t go back to earth now and even if you could, you wouldn’t, because the night Jake laid you on your back for the last time, killing you, he gave you something to live for. Your daughter.
Your avatar was pregnant, and you never got the opportunity to tell him after that. Not long after jake earned his ikran and flying through the skies with the omatikayan people, landing right in Neytiri’s arms. Then it was war. You kept your avatar tucked away from the world for a long time making sure your baby was growing healthy and she was. You remember the day you had her, the pain you felt when you linked up and went into labor that morning. You had Norm the help you with the delivery, you made him promise not to say anything about it to anyone.
You didn’t want anyone to know because not even her biological father new. You remember praying on her upbringing to Eywa, bonding with the tree of souls to find answers on how your human self should raise your na’vi daughter and you came up with one solution. Neytiri, she can raise her, they can give your daughter the life she deserves, the life you can’t give to her.
“She was born from one of the deceased Avatars, she is Na’vi like you and it would not be fair to raise her as anything but. One thing I do know is Jake’s taste in women, I know you are strong and you will raise her right. I do not trust this with anyone else.” and just like that you got your sweet babygirl a home.
As Kiri adulting into her teenage years, she came to you with problems about understanding Eywa's messages to her, your daughter was truly gifted. At one point she left you no choice but to tell her the truth. She spent the night crying in your small arms and you held her tightly, you explained you could not give her the upbringing she needed on this planet and her father can, even if he doesn’t know. You are aware Jake already treats Kiri the same way he treats his children with Neytiri so you had no problem with it.
You remember when the children were kidnapped in the forest, how you held her head to your chest while you stood in your avatar body, no one questioned why you were both so close as you’ve been around for all of their childhoods. Jake and you are civil, it is no longer a problem he left you for someone else you had other things to care about.
You remember when Jake decided for his family to leave the clan. You could not show a crying face in public because what does that have to do with you? You are not a part of the clan and not close to anyone in that family besides Kiri. You had no reason to bawl your eyes out, but in private your emotions were tenfold. You cried and cried until you slept in your tears, your babygirl was gone. Cut off from you, no contact, no pictures, no voice memos and no conversation.
It was until the day your babygirl got that seizure, you argued with Norm about going and eventually he gave in. When you got there, she was unconscious on the floor the sight made your tear up. Your babygirl, your precious daughter must be in so much pain.
“How could you let this happen?!” your screamed at Jake, “Did you not bring them here to be safe? Is this what you call safe and secure warrior?” you unleash your anger on the parents. It was not their fault but you couldn’t help but think maybe is you were here; she would have been with you instead of at that spirt tree. Your thoughts were cut off but her crying and you three rush into the room, pervious anger now forgotten replaced with thoughts of your daughter. “Mom..” Kiri cried and Neytiri sprang into action, you forgot she was the mother here for a second.
You were about to turn your to make room for her siblings when you heard her fussing, “no, no my mommy, I want my mom” you decided hiding was worth her tears and you dropped to her side, “My baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here I’m so sorry” the family watched as you hugged Kiri close to your Avatar body and she clung to you like a baby and cried. It was only after she fell asleep in your embraced that you laid her down and turned to Jake and Neytiri. “We should talk.” and you walked outside.
They were on your steps as you walked out into the weaved deck in front of their marui. “Yea wanna tell me why my daughter is calling you mom?” Neytiri spoke up. You sighed and rubbed your face with your hands. “I lied to you; she wasn’t the daughter of a deceased avatar, she’s my daughter that I- we conceived together” you gestured to Jake.
He was even more confused, “What? No way she’s mine y/n we broke up before the war!”
“Jake it was the night we broke up”
“No, no fucking way, I saw you around y/n! You weren’t pregnant.”
“My avatar was pregnant Jake, I had her from here, not my human body, you never saw my avatar until after she was born, the only person who knew was norm. I didn’t want to cause a problem-”
“Cause a problem, y/n! You never told me she was mine!”
“Does it matter Jake! You raise her like she is your own anyways now you know the truth!”
Jake stood looking at you before he dropped to his knees and rubbed his hands over his face, “You let me miss her birth because I left you?” he asked softly.
“No, no oh God no Jake, I was scared, I didn’t want you to leave your wife for a relationship you were not happy with anymore, and you know you would have!” you kneeled in front of him. Then Neytiri spoke up.
“I knew you lied, when you first brought her to me as a new born, she smelt just like you, attaching her to me was quiet the challenge, I only took her to live with us because you were right, you were responsible, you had respect for my clan, you knew you could not raise her as human.” her voice was soft; it was not tense like most other times you spoke with her. You would think you and Neytiri wouldn’t get along but she was not a bad person, she recognized you weren’t either.
“We have to tell Kiri” Jake says.
“She knows Jake, she’s known since she was 15, sign from Eywa brought her to me and i spilled the truth. It would appear you’re the only one who didn’t know.” you sighed and rested your hand on his shoulder.
A few weeks later Kiri was healed and good to go, Jake asked the clan leaders of the Metkayina clan to allow you to stay and they agreed. “Can I ask you something?” Jake came and sat next to you on the deck, dangling your legs off into the water. “How was it, the pregnancy the birth how was it?”
You smiled at the memory, “I was a bit hard to manage in the last few months when I stared to show, it was difficult being pregnant sometimes, and the birth, it was hard, it was painful. No one way around except Norm and he helped me through it. I have a video of the birth, I thought maybe one day you could watch it, she is your first daughter.” Jake wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to lay your head on his shoulder, you forgot how comfortable he was. “I’m sorry about how I left you, it couldn’t have been easy, I guess I got caught up in the moment with Neytiri, I never stopped loving you y/n, you were my first love and you always will be, I actually thought about what it would have been like if I had stayed with you on many occasions. But I grew to love my wife too and we have all these kids now...”
He sounded like he had more to say but you didn’t push. “I love you too Jake, but our time passed now and we should just co-exist, for our daughter. It is just easier, but I do miss you, not a day goes by I think about what it was like when I had my husband, but you are happy and I loved you enough to see that”
You both smiled at each other and sat in silence, at one point Kiri can and joined you both squeezing herself in the middle. You all made jokes and laughed into the night, you and Jake made longing eye contact a couple times. You clearly aren’t gonna stay like this but that’s a problem for another day, at least you can both agree your children are more important.
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✰ 00. the ballad of a bygone blight.
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✰ 00. the lonely spider.
SYNOPSIS : being spidey isn't easy. being transported into an alternate universe where you're nothing but a shadow in your house, makes sneaking around a little easier... until you find yourself the apple of their eye... kind of.
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No more wrinkles, smooth body smooth brain
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Tags: [mlw][mdni][AGED UP!][i know he's a bajillion years old but like, to be safe][artsy lil banner][annoyed to more?][reader's an intrusive thought][service dom!reader][msub][handjob][cum eating][snowballing][he's a twink][he's never experienced this kind of... magnetic attraction before][leave it to us to make a man feel things for the first time, whoo!][first time themes][kidnapping][oral (m! receiving)][over the clothes pussy attention]
"Oh look who it is! Batman." Klarion's head lolls, inky bangs coming to a tapered point right between perfectly arched brows and there's a boyish gleam that dons his features
"I see you've brought a girl and a homo with you."
"The call's coming from inside the house." Your voice breaks the ominous mood and Bruce's lips purse, before he glances towards you.
"Now's not the time for joke's, Crush."
"Ooh, Crush. How come I've never heard about Crush, hm? Why's your name Crush, Crush?" Klarion's actively goading you, onyx pools digging into you as Teekl circles his legs. Long, toned legs obscured by tailored dress pants, and the cat lets out a purr, tail curling around his calf.
"Crush here," Constantine places a hand on the crown of your head, your features obscured behind your domino mask, "she's gonna stick around 'ere, until you end your little... Chaos plague on Earth."0
"And her name's Crush, because— well, he'll find out, won't he, love?" The smile that dons John's features aren't the kind that should be worn by a man who's world is in turmoil, and even Bruce doesn't seem as bothered as he should.
"He'll find out." You affirm and like clockwork, Bruce and John disappears, a thick plume of smoke remaining in their spots. Although, it dissipates rather quickly.
And you're left alone with Klarion, eyes roving over him as you take in his features. Dark eyes framed by lashes that put your own to shame, sharp features and obsidian strands that form into devilish little horns at the top of his head.
But what really attracts you, is that lithe, twinky body that has you curling your index finger, bringing it to rest over your lips, eyes narrowing in thought.
Raw.
"And what are you supposed to do, hm? Annoy me to death?"
"Precisely."
"What?"
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"Stop touching things!" Klarion hisses, fists balled up at his side as you continue to touch various relics and books, moving things that shouldn't be moved and he's beginning to understand why Batman looked so... Relaxed.
He decided to fight chaos, with chaos.
And by the Heavens, you're so much worse than he could ever be.
Your mask discarded, expression so endearingly curious, even as you stick your finger in one of his little jars of oddities, goo clinging to your finger and bubbling just beneath the surface of the green.
"The slime burns."
"It's sentient sludge. Of course it burns."
Klarion handles you relatively well but there's no annoyance that quite prickles at his skin as Teekl brushes against your leg, tail curling affectionately and she looks up at you with an affectionate gaze.
"Teekl." Klarion hisses. "Tee— stop that at once. Don't fawn over the— release her, human!"
Klarion's about to get an ulcer at his youthful age, brows pinched into a scowling frown, lips twisted in distaste as he watches Teekl nestle into your arms, her head resting just beneath your chin. And you look at him with those wide, unsuspecting eyes before tutting the purring cat.
"So, when are you gonna introduce me to your parents?" Klarion's gaze is torn away from the striped ginger in your arms, to stare at you with a look of distaste. Ultimate dislike formed in under the span of an hour.
"What? I don't—"
"You know, because we're a thing now. Your cat already loves me."
"Human, 'loves' is a strong wor—"
"Are you gonna post me?"
"What does that even—"
"What are we?"
"Oh dear God."
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There's a looming silence that fills the wide expanse of the room, creaking floorboards and velvet lounges, bookshelves that cover the entire wall and a large window that overlooks an abyss Bruce warned you not to look into for too long.
The only sound being the purring of Teekl as she moves between the two of you, demanding pets. The gentle strokes of her fur that Klarion gives and the borderline chaotic and erratic way you scratch below her jowls, at the spot just above her tail and behind her ears.
"Why're you looking at me like that?" You question, staring at Klarion with narrowed eyes as Teekl's whiskers twitch against the side of your face.
"Like what?"
His arms are folded across his chest petulantly, dark eyes hard and smokey, brows creased and lips tugged downwards.
He looks... Hateful, if anything. He's begun to understand why you're called Crush.
You're crushing his spirit, his will to live. Everything.
"Like you're trying to get that witch boy bussy pounded."
"No, you imbecile. I'm not trying to have my 'witchboy bussy pounded'." Klarion scowls at you. "What does that even mean?"
"Why don't you come find out, twinky?"
You uncross your legs salaciously, before recrossing them again. And Klarion grimaces.
"You disgust me." He seethes.
"Then how come you haven't kill me yet?"
"Teekl doesn't want me to."
"Awwwww." You coo, looking down at the feline who's nestled so very comfortably against the slight pudge of your belly. "You're keeping me alive."
"She's regretting it, though." He hums. "You talk too much for her liking."
It's boring here.
You've counted the floorboards, you've counted the bricks, you've counted all of the suspicious jars. Even the ones with tiny bones in them. And still.
"Hogwart, what's gonna make you stop your chaos plague?" You question with an exhausted groan, glancing at him with sleepy eyes, brows furrowed into a frown.
Klarion looks... Frustrated with your presence. But he's enjoying the show of the rather thin tank top that you've stripped yourself to.
"The more you ask, the longer I am going to take. It's a simple concept, mortal."
And you let out a huff, shifting on the sofa and Teekl simply nestles herself in the dip of your spine, body warm and stretched leisurely.
And Klarion has to admit that it's rather... Lovely seeing how much his familiar seems to adore you. Even if he can't stand the way you're so infuriatingly talkative.
"Then are you gonna get rid of your boner any time soon?"
Your question snaps Klarion from his reverie and he glances at you curiously, head tilting in somewhat confusion. And you let out a breath. John warned you about his vocabulary. As prim and proper as can be.
"Your... Erection." You repeat, and he glances towards his lap, before staring back at you. And slowly, Klarion's thigh moves to hide the tent that you have no idea how long it's been there, but he's crossing his legs and looking at you like you've taken his honour.
"Pervert." He hisses.
And you lift yourself up on your elbows, fingers interlaced. "How am I the pervert when you've been sitting with an erection for God knows how long?"
"A decent person wouldn't bring it up."
"A decent person wouldn't have had anything to bring up."
"Well, who said I'm decent, hm?"
And you let out a breath.
"Just get rid of it, please. It's literally, just there."
And there's a deafening silence, lips pursing and Klarion's gaze lowers to where a magic circle rests on the floor. Glowing and revealing pieces of the chaos on Earth and he clears his throat.
"I am... Unaware as to how."
"Have you never..."
"It's never occured before." He huffs, arms crossing over his chest.
"Are you going through puberty?"
"No. I've gone through that already. This is just..." His gaze lifts to the ceiling as he thinks. "Visual stimulation related."
And your lips purse but you don't say anything, simply shifting a bit higher on the sofa, until your chest is pushed up by the armrest and your pendant dangles in the valley of your breasts. And you watch Klarion as he tries to not look.
"You know...." You trail off, pouty lips pursing.
"If you help me, I'll end the chaos on Earth."
"Deal. But make the cat go somewhere."
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Klarion's breath stutters in his throat, nails digging into your thigh as he glances down, watching your hand with hazy eyes as you fist his cock.
You watch as translucent beads of precum roll down his flushed length, coating your hand and you use it, stroking him slowly. And Klarion swallows hard. Bottom lip wedged between perfect teeth, pointy canines biting into the plump flesh and he lets out a stuttering sound when you brush your thumb along his leaky tip. Mushroom-y head flushing a rosier hue at the attention.
"Oh..." Klarion murmurs softly, brows bunching and his hips twitch when you grasp his base just a bit tighter, increasing your grip the closer you get to his tip. And he doesn't fight the urge to sigh, embarassment causing his cheeks to further flush but he doesn't imitate pride, instead, hiding his blushing face against the curve of your neck.
"Is it good?" You murmur softly, shifting a bit closer to Klarion's side and he simply nods, pointy fangs ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck with each open-mouthed breath that leaves him. Hot air fans over your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh and his cock twitches in your hand.
And you take the time to admire it, because in all honesty, Klarion can act the way he does.
Long enough for both your hands to fist him, not even directly from the base, but still have his blushing tip poking out, the kind of girth you wouldn't assume would come from someone of his stature and you mumble, almost under your breath.
"You can afford to act the way you do."
And he lets out a breathy laugh that turns into a moan when you drag the soft, delicate pad of your middle finger over his weeping slit. Back and forth, back and forth, and Klarion can feel his toes curl in his boots.
His fingers flex, his free hand moving to wrap around your hand, urging you to go just a bit faster. Although, you don't let him control your pace, the lewd and slow *shlick shlick* sounds have your brain going into overdrive. Especially when it's paired with those breathy, and girlish sighs that leave his lips.
And Klarion pulls back, looking down at you with just a few inches above you, and his hand moves further up your thigh.
Dark eyes scan your face for a semblance of discomfort at his actions but the moan Klarion let's out when you part your thighs, is...
It's like a symphony. Hearing the way his voice cracks, a shaky breath leaving him as he palms your pussy through your pants, the cargo-y fabric doing nothing to dim the heat of your cunt.
"You're so warm..." Klarion breathes out softly, brows knitting into a frown and he paws at you, almost desperately. But his movements are clumsy, and uncoordinated.
Your hand pumps his cock, your eyes flitting between his aching flesh and his half-lidded eyes, before he rests his forehead against your shoulder. Gaze downcast and focused on where your fist swallows his cock, tightly gripping him and sweetly milking him of the fat droplets of precum.
You can feel the way he twitches in your hand, cock leaking copiously and his hips struggle to remain still, and he bites his bottom lip, stifling whimpers that threaten to tear his pride to shreds.
There's a knot in his belly. Unfamiliar and so, so tightly wounded that it's almost painful, making him take those deep breaths that you could only see on the gravely injured, and he can feel that burn behind his abs.
It's scorching.
"You close?" You ask softly, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear and he nods his head weakly, face pressed into your shoulder.
You smell so nice. Like peace and easiness. Like a fresh bakery.
"Promise to end the chaos?" You gently remind Klarion of his promise and he nods, whimpering when your fingers drag along his frenulum.
"Promise. Just make me... —hah— feel good..."
You'd be lying if you said that voice crack didn't make your cunt leak a little bit and you shift from your seat, instead, kneeling between Klarion's spread thighs. And your hands move to spread them further, feeling the fabric of his pants beneath your palms and you look up at him through your lashes.
"You look so good on your knees."
Klarion's voice cracks as a pale hand finds its way to the crown of your head, slender digits sinking gingerly into the strands as he watches your lips part, slowly wrapping around his flushed tip.
Your eyes remained glued to his, even as your tongue flicks and curls around the ridge of his cock.
Your eyes. Long, fluttering lashes with an unwavering gaze. Metallic flecks in your iris that go so well; full, pouty lips and a warm, wet tongue.
Your mouth's so welcoming too. The way your cheeks hollow as your suckle at him, the way breaths leave your nose and Klarion can't take it anymore.
His eyes roll back, his fingers flex and a gasp tears him in half, as cum spurts, painting the soft and delicate tissues of your mouth pearlescent. You keep sucking, and he keeps whining, hips twitching and the slight overstimulation has his brain threatening to melt.
The floorboards begin to rattle with his undoing, the shelves begin to force things to clatter to the floor and you keep your eyes on his screwn up expression. Watching the way his brows twitch and frown, features flushing a deeper and rosier hue.
And your cheeks puff with each drop that you milk out of him, until he's spent, slumped in his seat, chest heaving and eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze.
And Klarion's hands find your hips as soon as you stand, pulling you onto his lap and his lips part, pink tongue exposed and you don't hesitate. Lips meeting his, and you push his cum back into his mouth, your tongue brushing against his, his digits digging into the fat of your ass and the way he grips you like a lifeline is hypnotic.
Eyes shut, whines and groans being swallowed by your lips, your hand continuing to stroke his cock, milking him of sounds too.
And when you pull away, there's a string of cum and saliva connecting you, only broken once a portal opens in the centre of the room.
Looks like Earth's fixed.
And John steps out, coat rustling in the breeze and he brings his cigarette to his lips, before glancing at you. And with a nod of his head, you move Klarion's shirt to hide his shame and you lift yourself.
"Well, Copperfield, it was nice kn—"
You're cut off when Klarion's hand fists in your hair, tugging you back towards him and a force alone, pushing John back into his own portal.
And the air shifts.
Once Klarion's hand loosens from your hair, your first instinct is to look towards the window.
And where an endless and black abyss used to be, is a space, littered with clocks.
Oh shit.
"Stay a while." Klarion murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist, and his head dips, features pressed against the curve of your neck.
"We've got time."
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