#cleon x reader

[mx-pastelwriting]

Around the Force Field

BROTHER DAY X GN! READER

WORDS: 2.8K SUMMARY: Working around Cleon's body force field to satisfying both of your hungers. WARNINGS: Power Imbalance, PowerDynamic, Smut, Top! Cleon, Bottom! Reader, Kissing, Making out, Neck Kissing, Missionary, Loud Moaning, Cleon Moaning Loudly, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Slow Sex, Gentle Sex, Interrupted Sex, Caught in the act, Angry Cleon, CleonYelling/Shouting, Rough Groping, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Creampie, No Aftercare from Cleon, Didn't specify which Cleon

Stepping onto the cold tile floor, sliced curtains moving with the breeze of Trantor's palace, clasping your hands together nervously anticipating the sight of the famed Brother Day. One of Trantor's three emperors.

Once looking upon the powerful man, noticing his relaxed gaze off to the side dressed only in blue pants, chest felt bare, uninterested at your presence.

Hearing many tales of how the others in the palace who waited to be plucked by one of the emperors gushed on about Brother Day. Telling of how they went on to capture his attention, some failing, but the ones that succeeded sang with details all night.

"Emperor," you called, barely earning a glance.

"I am at your service for the next 24 hours," you state. The room falls to silence, leaving your mind to remember what others before you had done, what they had in common. Be bold.

"Are all the stories true?" you ask, capturing his curiosity. Biting down on the smile that wanted to eat up your lips.

"Now what stories would that be?" He asks in return, brow-arching eyes glancing over, head having yet to turn.

"Tellings of how you keep someone up for days just by your mouth alone," you start. "The incredible ability you have to know every inch of one's body, drawing maps with not just your tongue alone," praising the emperor's ego further, allowing it to feast on each word you spoke.

"How there's no telling time or day in the presence of your company, but that's just what I've heard, merely stories, I'm afraid," you smirk, pulling back the feast you gave his ego. It earns you his full attention, head now turned, eyes drinking up your form.

"Stories can only tell so much, it's better for one to have been there, don't you agree?" His voice is deep, full of power, it rumbles through you from a few feet away.

"Of course, how else would they begin?" you respond, knowing you have him now.

"Approach," the emperor commands, solidifying that thought.

Slowly walking to the bed before stopping at its edge, knees touching the soft fabric that lined it, dreaming of how wonderful it would feel against your bare back.

Taking notice of your obedience, waiting for his next command, taking note of it. Motioning you to climb atop the plush bed with his two famed fingers, famed more ways than one. To the public, they are a sign of peace, but to some in the palace, they were famous for much more than that.

With little hesitation, your knees settle onto the bed, crawling towards the emperor, seeing as he looks over your body once more before stopping at your face.

Itching to know what he thought of you, the words spill from your mouth.

"Am I to your liking, emperor?" you ask, standing on your knees, almost towering over the man, pulling back the sheer clothing that decorated your body loosely, showing the lace underneath that covers very little skin.

Watching the emperor's head tilt to the side, eyes taking time to comb carefully over you. Breathing shakily as his hand reaches out, gently runs up your side, feeling his fingers slide under the hem of lace.

Enjoying as his hand gropes your skin, gradually becoming rougher and rougher until a sharp pain stops it all, pulling away as you yelp from the pain, placing a hand of your own over the spot of tender skin.

Looking up from the sight at the sound of the emperor's low-pitched laugh, aching with pain that ripples through your body, mixing with the awakening arousal, creating something unfamiliar.

"You're supposed to be gentle," you remind him, like the man doesn't know, his smiling face changes with slight surprise at your firm tone.

Sitting up tall now, towering over you, "Please try for yourself," he offers, leisurely opening up his arms to the side, granting you access to his bare chest.

Studying the emperor's body, every toned muscle announces itself along his skin. Lifting a hand towards his body, placing it upon him slowly and gently, watching as the tips of your fingers pass under the force field.

Running along his chest, the warmth of his skin engulfs your hand, eyes snapping to the emperor's face as the sound of smooth moans sings from him.

Encouraged by the song of moans, raising another hand, placing it on his arm, guiding both up carefully to reach his shoulders. Observing his head tilt back as the tips of your fingers tease the skin of his neck, throat bobbing as you cup his jaw, fingers combing through small curls that lined the back of his head.

Once stopping, his eyes open, moans ceasing, replaced with heavy breaths. Gazing down, eyes glued to your face, watching for any emotion you may display as his hands find your sides.

Stilling in place, him leaning in, inches away from your ear. "I think we should make a new story for you to go back with," he whispers, the heat of his voice running a blaze through you.

With the same hands that rested atop your hips, using them to push you down onto the soft sheets, attacking your neck with not just kisses but painful pricks, caused the emperor's rough hunger, setting off the golden force field.

Hands travel down your body, hearing the tear lace and it being tossed aside. Laying bare, kissing the lips of your emperor, the man that could kill you with the motion of two fingers, though you squirm with hope, he chose to use them for something much more.

As if reading your mind, his kisses cease, face hovering over yours, eyes reading every emotion that is expressed upon it as his two fingers touch to tease you.

Moaning inches away from his face, admiring your face as it turns with pleasure, fingers now wet with arousal, easing into you. Biting back the moans that curled from your throat, muffling their exit, causing his brows to knit together.

Using his free hand, thumb pulling the bottom lip free from your teeth, "Oh no, let it out. Let me hear you. Let your emperor hear you." His harsh voice echoes through the room. Ensuring that you follow his words, his fingers curl deep within you, acquiring a melody of moans.

Attacking your neck once again, tongue and teeth grazing along the thin skin, hips grinding against the back of your thighs, wishing the fabric of his pants that provided little friction was the confines of your wet walls, wishing for them to squeeze around his cock, body twisting and turning under him.

Using your own hands, exploring down his body, hearing his breath shudder as your hand palms over the growing mass of his cock tented in the prison of fabric.

Struggling to find the hem of the blue pants as his fingers work to distract you, curling and uncurling, the pressure building in you only to be released, then brought back.

Hearing a thick laugh rumble within his chest, zapped by the force field in desperation, only to try again finally find access. Looking into his eyes, witnessing control leave them before his head dips into the nook of your neck, cock finally in hand.

Moans echo out, fingers struggle to move inside you, mind only captivates on the hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking the soft skin, feeling the form's firmness, afraid to hold it any tighter so as to not be brought back to the start with a simple shock.

Pulling himself up, fingers releasing from your walls, resting hands atop your knees. Head swirling back with pleasure, moans booming out, echoing down the hall, filling the walls of the palace. Hips thrusting slowly into the walls of your hand, the thin skin of his cock pulling back and forth, the head gradually lubing your fingers, allowing his length to move with more ease.

As his head comes back, eyes open to look down upon the sight of you. Observing as the flood of control comes back, filling his eyes, pulling away from your touch, watching as he sits up, cock bouncing with desperation for more as he licks the fingers that were once in you, eyes never breaking away from yours.

Brows creasing with pleasure in the taste of you, hearing the pitched noise of the famed fingers leaving his mouth along with a delicious hum. Taking a breath, then leaning in, taking hold of his cock.

"Beg," he orders, voice void of emotion but full of power. Using the tip of his cock to tease you, drawing circles to then slide in only just enough before pulling back, urging you with delayed gratification.

"Please," you plead breathlessly, though it does not satisfy the emperor.

"Beg." He orders again, firmly.

"Please, Emperor," sounding more desperate, but still not what he yearns for.

"Beg me to fuck you." He repeats once again sternly through closed teeth, displaying his own desperation for the sound of your neediness. Cock position outside of you, waiting for the right words.

"Emperor Brother Day, please fuck me," you cry out, squirming under his frame. Feasting on the desperation that fills your voice, soaking it in, earning a devilish smile from the powerful man, the same powerful man that starts to steadily sink his cock onto you.

Moans harmonizing beautifully from the throats of both of you, the walls that he had wanted to beg for now engulfing his cock. Cautiously sinking inside so as not to interrupt the moment with a painful shock, wanting to hear your moans, not yelps of pain, not yet.

Greedily desiring for his cock to fill and feel every inch, needing every drop of your arousal to lube his cock before even considering pulling back to thrust forward.

The emperor moans, turning rugged as your walls squeeze around him, attempting to tempt thrusts from his hips, and you succeed. Steadily he grinds against the back of your thighs and ass, steadily to then pull back to plunge his cock back in, over and over and over.

Head burrowing into the plush bed, eyes not yet lost from your control, watching as the emperor fights his head from tipping back, fights for his eyes not to roll back, devoted to seeing your body shape and stir with the pleasure his cock gave you, he gave you.

Finding a gentle pace of thrusts, leaving the force field undisturbed, and your ever-growing hunger to feed. Head swirling at the feeling of fullness his cock gave you, filling out the walls that more than welcomed the emperor.

Leaning down, kissing your lips, allowing your moans to mix in the heat of your mouths, no longer dominating the sound in the room. The echoes of skin smacking, bouncing off each other with every thrust.

Holding your legs still, wide open for deep access, speeding up, bordering on the line of pain. Taking your own hands to explore the touch-starved skin of Trantor's emperor, hearing from just combing through his hair, running down his side, only to grip for support, adds to his pleasure by the volume of moans increasing, vibrating against your lips and tongue.

"Empire," a voice calls from the hall. Halting mid-thrust, buried deep within you. Breaking the heated kiss between you, not bothering to look up, witnessing as his face darkens with annoyance.

"What!" He shouts, voice in the form of a deep growl booming close to your ear.

Startled by the interruption along with his loud shout, facing away from the women, attempting to cover your bareness.

"Your order is needed on a matter urgently, Empire," she explains, feeling his hands tighten around your thighs, causing pain to spark against them.

"It will have to wait." His voice sounding more agitated.

"Unfortunately, Emp-"

"I SAID IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT!" He yells back, cutting her off. Glancing up to see his head turned to look at her, face red with anger. Hearing his yell echo through the room down the halls, most likely meeting the ears of those that wait for him in the throne room.

As the room falls silent, her heels break it, echoing down the halls as she exits the room, leaving the tension behind with him.

"I can excuse myself, emperor," you hesitantly offer, turning what lasting annoyance he had on you.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, this galaxy waits on me hand and foot. They will wait for me to finish," he says sternly, face inches away from yours.

Returning to the moment that was interrupted, kissing your lips roughly, pained by the force field's retaliation, thought it all mixed with the pleasure that started to bloom in waves.

Thrusting with more feralness than mindful hunger, the fight for control you once had now been won, no longer needing your boldness to peak his interest for his cock to rise, only needing you to twist, moan, and call for him.

"Cleon," his name, slips from your lips in the form of a curling moan between kisses, earning a deep laugh that bellows from his chest, the slip further hardening his cock.

Squeezing your thighs softly, then quickly turning rough, causing pain to shoot through you, only to soothe that same spot after, feeding the arousal in you.

Sensing the creation of a smirk against your lips, Cleon, having found a new form of pleasure to inflict upon your body. Feeling his body become rougher, hands squeezing every surface of skin, thrusts starting to ram, setting off an invasion of pain.

"You belong to me," he growls, rawing the skin of your ass. Hands delivering sharp pain across the skin of your hips as he fought the force field's push inside you, setting off the same snips of pain in your walls that mixed too well with the pleasure his cock stirred inside you.

Tears fog your vision as they brim, watching the blurry form of the emperor above you lean closer. "Cleon." His name left your lips with euphoric breathlessness, the very man's lips latch onto your neck, tongue licking up the sweat of sex.

The smell of smoke fills your nose, pulling you from the euphoric fever as he curses against your lips. The emperor now the one in pain. Tearing off the gold bracelet, growing too hot for his skin to bare, as it flung across the room, so did the smell of smoke go with it.

Void of pain, relief runs through you. Mind no longer on the overwhelming mix, the feel of building makes itself known, fingers now able to dig into Cleon's skin. As your hands found support in his skin, his hand ran down between thrusts, touching you.

Losing all focus in Cleon's touch, feeling your body build to a release, encouraged by his touch along with the words he spoke so intensely into your ear.

"That's it, cum for me," he whispers roughly. "Cum for your emperor," his voice rumbles richly against your neck, prickling it with hot kisses.

"Fuck, look at you," his yearning being the last piece before letting go, barely hearing his praise at your body arching, nails digging into his sides.

"Fuck Cleon, please," you moan in the height of your orgasm. "Don't stop, please, Cleon," you plead further.

Hearing Cleon groan, thrusts become unsteady, more deep than fast. Pulling away from your neck, sitting up, taking the last bit of control he had to keep your thighs apart, allowing his final thrusts to reach deep within you.

Throwing his head back, holding little back, burying himself within you as robes of cum spill into you. Chest rising and falling with deep breaths, hips giving small thrusts to pump out any cum that remains in his balls, wanting your insides to have it all.

Seconds pass before he leans down, kissing your lips gently this time, signaling the rough, pleasured attacks on your body have halted.

Breaking away, sitting up to look over your body, now different from earlier, skin bloomed with red and raw, coated in a layer of sweat. Smirking, proud of his work on your body. Watching as you whine, pulling his cock out, cum dripping onto the once clean sheet now hot with sweat, to be cleaned by the palace staff.

Cleon's hands soothe over your body one last time, ending at your hands, pulling them up to his lips, kissing them softly, then laying them back down onto your body.

"I'll send someone to clean you and bring you back to your chambers," he says tiredly, climbing off the bed, needing to tend to the urgent matter from the interruption.

Hearing his bare feet walk down the hall, followed by the hums of voices, drowning out the two pairs of feet as they fade into the hall. Thinking of all that happened, having no sense of time, finding it too hard to compress into one story, worrying you would leave out the smallest detail.

Though if all were to slip away, only one needed to be told, breaking the very golden bracelet all emperors wore, protecting them from any harm that came their way, had broken in the heat of pain-mixed sex. Knowing for sure, the tale would exceed any that were to be told Cleons after.

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Sneak-Peek at the header to my Brother Day (Cleon XVII) x y/n (f!ancient!reader) fanfic I'm writing right now. Trying to experiment with cryonics for this one, let's see how this goes lol! Currently proofreading.

Title: A new Dynasty

[dark-star-exe]

Leon 100% needs hearing aids after using all those guns and explosives with no ear protection whatsoever and he 1000% does the old man thing where he turns off his hearing aids when he wants to get out of a conversation/argument.

[bananzer]

I love Leon he's like that one male Barbie you had as a kid that you shipped with whoever whenever. Cleon? Aeon? Chreon? Ashleon? Serennedy? My own oc? Someone else's oc? They all slap. And it's because Leon has insane chemistry with everyone he meets because of the autism.

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

I feel like any romantic relationship with Leon (canon character ships, selfship, ocxcanon, x reader, etc) would be very Lovesong by The Cure.

Because I feel like Leon’s been through so much in his life, and obviously romantic relationships in specific aren’t the fix all to trauma and mental health issues and just life problems in general, but love and intimacy in any form DO have a very positive impact on people. Romantic, platonic, familial, companionship in general.

Side tangent aside, Leon’s been through hell and back on more than one occasion, so I feel like if he can find himself in a position to be so vulnerable and intimate with someone, and be in a position where romance is on the table, I feel like it’d be VERY deep and intimate.

I think Leon would kind of be the kind of guy that finds comfort and a sense of home in his partner, and all that sappy mushy stuff, and I feel like Lovesong just encapsulates that vulnerability and intimacy and love.

Also I’m a fan of The Cure, so..

[heaven-lee-elven-embers]

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A/N: This is my first Cleon/Brother Day fic. I'm just starting Season 2 of Foundation.

Word Count: 7.2k

Content Warning(s): Unprotected Sex, P in V, mentions of Male and female anatomy, mentions of bodily fluids, Praise Kink, some choking, rough sex, some slight bondage

Tags: @callsignred

The grand chamber was steeped in a serene silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of silken sheets as Emperor Cleon XIII lay sprawled upon his opulent bed, the weight of his empire pressing heavily upon him. Shadows danced across the walls, cast by flickering candlelight, revealing whispers of intricate tapestries that told tales of glory and conquest. Yet those stories felt more like chains than crowns; he no longer reveled in the distractions of power but grew weary of the impending storm that loomed over his reign.

Outside, a soft breeze swayed the elegant curtains, carrying with it the aroma of blooming jasmine from the palace gardens. But the scent did little to ease the turmoil within him. The visions of Hari Seldon’s psychohistory haunted him—this ominous prophecy of decline and chaos that threatened to eclipse the golden age of the empire he had inherited and nurtured. Cleon’s thoughts spiraled, painting vivid pictures of political dissent, crumbling alliances, and the collapse of the genetic dynasty that had reigned for centuries. It was a perilous time, and the weight of impending doom bore down on his shoulders like a heavy mantle.

“Control, Cleon... You must maintain control. The empire is strong; it has withstood countless storms. You are its champion, its guardian. The visions of Seldon cannot dictate your fate... can they? They say he foretold this disaster, but I am not a pawn in his game. I am the Emperor. I will rewrite the future. The genetic dynasty has reigned successfully for over 400 years. It cannot begin to crumble simply due to the mere visions of Seldon. Perhaps if I outmaneuver the dissenters... stifle the unrest before it grows. Yes, power requires not just the crown but cunning too.”

He clenched his fists, frustration blossoming deep within his chest. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady his thoughts. The weight of impending doom bore down on his shoulders like a heavy mantle.

As Cleon paced the floor of his dimly lit chamber, the distant skyline of Trantor loomed outside the window. The weight of his thoughts pressed heavily upon him, and he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, he felt a familiar warmth wrap around him, a gentle embrace that cut through his turmoil. You stepped into the glow of the moonlight streaming through the ornate windows, your silhouette enchanting, a perfect balance of authority and allure.

“Empire, what troubles your heart? The prophecies of Hari Seldon are only mere educated guesses from his tired and warped mind. An aimless shot in the dark, hoping to strike its appropriate target. You control trillions, my Empire. Seldon is a mere ghost…a distant memory, bound to be forgotten.”

You murmur softly from behind, your voice a gentle reminder amidst his storm of thoughts. He paused, allowing the tension in his shoulders to release as he savored your presence. Leaning back into the embrace, he felt the warmth radiating from you, drawing strength from the soothing touch of your fingers as they caressed his arms. They trailed down to his chest, igniting a spark that surged through him, and his breath caught as your fingers explored the contours of his exposed skin.

“It’s the matter of the Empire… the decisions I must make…”

“Do not let the echoes of his words ensnare you, Empire. You possess the power to reshape the destiny of the Empire, far beyond the reach of his faded visions. You possess the ability to control our present and our future, Empire.”

You whispered, placing a soft kiss along his shoulder. Your caress deepened his resolve, bridging the distance between doubt and confidence. He turned slightly to meet your gaze, the flickering light of determination reflecting between you. Stepping forward, he closes the gap between your bodies, his gaze locked in on yours.

“And if my choices lead us into the abyss? If Zephyr Halima becomes the next Proxima opposed to Zephyr Gilat? The outlying variables…”

“Then we shall navigate that darkness together. You are not alone in this. I will stand beside you, always. Regardless of what some—mathematician—may have to say���regardless of what some Zephyr that is barely a fledgling may say or feel…you still have control, Empire. You control today, tomorrow, and the next.”

Cleon’s heart raced with a mixture of dread and hope. Your words echoed in his mind, a soothing lullaby washing over the tempest swirling within. He drew in a shuddering breath, the warmth of your body enveloping him like a shield against the chaos of his thoughts.

As he leaned further into your embrace, he could feel the gentle rhythm of your heartbeat matching his own. Your fingers, still dancing lightly across his chest, traced the contours of his muscles with a delicate precision, reassuring him in ways words could not express. With each caress, your touch sent electricity through him, sparking a fire that burned away his fears.

Looking down at you, Cleon caught your gaze—those eyes, deep and inviting, bore into his soul. There was longing there, a mixture of vulnerability and fierce devotion. It made him ache in a way that felt unfamiliar yet incredibly grounding. He found solace in the way you gazed up at him, a silent promise reflecting in every glimmer of your eyes.

“Then you will always believe in me. Believe in the Empire. Stand by the empire.”

The words left his lips as if it were his heart seeking reassurance. You nodded slowly, your expression softening. In that moment, he felt the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders lighten, if only slightly, with your unwavering belief in him. Cleon reached out, cupping your face gently, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he leaned closer, drawn to you as if by an unseen force. Your breath mingled, hot and sweet, each second stretching as you closed the distance.

“Always. You are the Empire’s light when shadows linger too long. I will not allow you to falter. Together, we will rewrite the stars.”

With a soft smile breaking across your lips, you leaned into his palm, a comforting gesture that filled him with warmth. Spurred by your words, Cleon felt emboldened. He drew his fingers down from your cheeks, gliding over your collarbone, anchoring himself in the moment. As the touch traveled across your shoulder and down your arm, he intertwined his fingers with yours, seeking clarity in the connection that flared between you.

Together, you stood on the precipice of uncertainty, but with each caress, each lingering glance, you crafted a sanctuary against the looming doubts of the world outside. It was in that sacred space, held in the quiet intimacy of shared breaths and racing pulses, that Cleon understood: he wasn’t just fighting for an empire; he was fighting for the promise of a future, with you at his side. Sensing the turmoil that clouded his mind, you stepped closer, closing the gap. You gently placed a hand on his arm, your touch warm and reassuring despite the mischief that sparked within your eyes.

“Empire, I know your mind is racing. But what if we just forget the world for a little while? Just you and me? Even the Emperor deserves an evening to—self indulge every now and then.”

You murmur softly, your voice like a soothing balm to the calamity that raged beneath the surface of Cleon. He met your gaze, conflict etched across his features seemingly to want to melt away at such an enticing suggestion. You could see the curiosity that piqued as he felt the tension in his chest begin to loosen just a fraction.

“Is that so? You're much more bold now, aren't you? Tell me then, what is it that you have in mind, hm?”

His piqued interest was undeniable. The way his eyes followed you; it made you feel so vulnerable, yet so alive.

“Come…why don't I show you what it is that I have in mind instead, Empire.”

You murmured softly, your voice laced with a promise of warmth and connection. With a gentle smile, you pulled him toward the bed, your hand guiding him as though you were weaving a spell to draw him away from the burdens of his reign. The soft glow of the room felt inviting, wrapping around the two of you like a cocoon, away from the oppressive weight of the universe outside.

As you reached the edge of the bed, you turned to him, your fingers trailing delicately along his arm, igniting a warmth beneath your touch. You lift your gaze to meet his, your other hand sliding up his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. You could sense the contradiction in him—the leader yearning for reprieve while still tethered to his responsibilities.

“Let’s make this moment ours. Just you and me, Empire. What happened to the ambitious ruler I know? He seems to have been replaced by a man who just needs a taste of serenity…let me be that serenity for you, Empire.”

You teased gently, your voice a playful lilt. Cleon inhaled sharply as you caressed his arms, your fingers slowly pushing aside the fabric of his robe, exposing the finely toned chest beneath. With a gentle push, you nudged him down onto the bed, your eyes sparkling with mischief. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards with amusement, his gaze hungry upon you, watching your every move.

“Maybe I’m being tempted by something beyond governance—you have always had a way of drawing me in. Tempting me beyond my own comprehension. Swaying me in ways I had never even thought to foresee on my own.”

He replied, his voice low and full of intrigue, as he watched you with a mix of admonition and captivation. His chest slowly rose and fell with every breath. Beneath the surface, he longed and ached to feel your touch again. Every touch, every caress, every careless whisper, it was liberating to him. His eyes showed his intrigue and hunger, like open windows to his deepest and darkest desires.

“Good. Now, let me show you the kind of indulgence we both deserve…Just allow yourself to feel, Cleon... It’s just us here. Allow yourself to be lost in the moment. Let your desires be fulfilled.”

You murmur in a sultry tone, climbing onto the bed with him, your body radiating warmth and allure. You leaned closer, your breath grazing his ear. As you began to explore the contours of his body with your gentle hands, running your fingers across his chest, you could see the tension in his shoulders ease. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, surrendering to the sanctuary you had crafted between you. His breath caught in his throat as your hand slowly traveled down his chiseled chest.

“For you—for tonight—I will forget my empire, even if only for a moment.”

Despite his hardened and hungry gaze, his voice was laced with a rare vulnerability that no one else had ever seen or heard. You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. As your fingers wandered, tracing the lines of his body, he opened his eyes, locking onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. His gaze was almost pleadingly, as if he were searching for permission in your gaze. As though reading his thoughts, you spoke once again, your breath hot against his ear.

“It’s not wrong, Empire. It’s human. Let yourself be what you are—a man who longs for connection, for love, amidst the chaos. A man that has wants, needs, and desires. A man that needs the serenity and clarity of sweet release.”

As you leaned down, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, the weight of Trantor and its burdens faded. In that shared embrace, you both found an exhilarating escape where nothing else mattered, not the empire, the throne, or the expectations that loomed over him. It was just you and him—lost to the world, found in each other. The night had only just begun, and in your arms, he found solace. You gently pull away from the kiss, a lingering warmth still enveloped you both. The intensity in Cleon's gaze spoke volumes, a silent plea for more—a desire to delve deeper into this shared sanctuary. You could see the remnants of tension melting away, replaced by a flicker of something wild and unrestrained.

“Let us defy our roles—even if just for tonight. No titles. No expectations. Just you and me and unfulfilled, raw desires. I crave you, Cleon…”

You declared softly, your fingers returning to his chest, trailing lower as you explored the contours that had become familiar yet electrifyingly new. Cleon exhaled a dreamlike breath, and with a subtle nod, he surrendered further to the moment, vulnerability etched across his features.

“I have grown so accustomed to being the ruler, the strategist…The Emperor, Brother Day…Here…I want to be just Cleon…even if just for a fleeting moment…”

His voice almost faltered for a heartbeat. As you leaned closer, your lips ghosting over his, his hands found your waist, pulling you firmly against him.

“Then be him…Let the leader slip away, if only for a while, Cleon…”

You urged, tracing your fingertips across his collarbone before sliding down to his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. The way his hands gripped your hips, you knew they were bound to leave small bruises in their wake. The thought of being marked by Cleon was beyond exhilarating. A familiar heat had begun to grow and burn deep within your lower abdomen that slowly crept lower.

“You have awakened something in me—A need I never knew could exist so strongly.”

He breathed, a raw honesty in his words that sent shivers along your spine. Encouraged by his admission, you pressed your body against his, igniting the heat between you. Your body fit perfectly against his like a missing puzzle piece that neither of you knew had been needed for so long.

“Then shall we explore this need together? Explore every inch of each other…”

You suggested, your voice a sultry whisper as you captured his lips once more, this time more fervently. The kiss deepened, a blend of urgency and tenderness, as your bodies molded together. Cleon responded with equal passion, his hands roaming your back, pushing you even closer, as if afraid that the slightest distance would shatter this fragile bliss. With a newfound intensity, you pulled back slightly to gaze into his eyes. You swallow thickly, the air thick with unspoken yearnings.

“Tell me what you want, Cleon. What you need. What you crave and desire most…”

“You. I want to lose myself in you. Every part of me craves you. I desire to be lost in you…”

His eyes darkened with desire. His voice was thick with lust, longing and desire as he openly confessed to you. You smiled, feeling empowered at his confession. With that, you brushed your lips along his jawline, trailing kisses down his neck, feeling him ripple beneath your touch as a low groan escaped from his lips. His voice was raspy as he fought for restraint and control of himself.

“Goddess…You're driving me mad…”

He groaned, his grip tightening around you, his desire evident as he sought to pull you even closer. You hum softly against his skin, your hands finding their way through his hair, tender yet demanding. As you continued your exploration, the world outside faded to nothingness. Every kiss, every caress was a promise—of solace, passion, and a shared escape from the burdens you both carried. With every heartbeat, you both surrendered a little more, wrapped in the warmth of a connection that felt ancient but fresh, electric yet comforting. Tonight, nothing else mattered; it was just you, Cleon, and the vows spoken in silence through longing glances and shared breaths, that weaved an unyielding tapestry of intimacy.

The atmosphere of the room was charged with anticipation as your fingers gently grazed Cleon's skin, slowly teasing the fabric of the robe, as if savoring each moment. As your fingers deftly slide the robe from Cleon’s hardened body, the fabric glides away, revealing sculpted muscles that seemed to ripple beneath the touch of your hands. With each movement, you took your time, relishing the sight before you—the way Cleon’s form is defined yet softens with your caress. His breath hitches in anticipation, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you reveal more of his body, drawing each of you closer together.

He watched intently, desire swirling in his eyes, as the robe slips from his shoulders, revealing the hardened contours of his chiseled body to you. With each intimate caress, the world around you fades, and each of you become lost in the warmth of each other’s presence. Your fingers intertwine, exploring familiar places as well as uncharted territories, each touch deepening the connection you both share. Cleon, with a mix of eagerness, impatience and tenderness, he eagerly reciprocates, his hands finding the delicate fabric of your robes. There’s a hunger in his touch, a yearning that spins the air around you charged with desire. He gently eases the garment away, exposing your tender skin, and his gaze falls upon your body with admiration, drinking in every curve and contour as if it were a masterpiece.

His hands practically trembled slightly with eager excitement. The rhythm of your breaths synchronizes, slow and purposeful, echoing the unspoken words of desire that hung in the air. It’s a dance of intimacy, a delicate balance of vulnerability and passion, as you and Cleon lose yourselves in the moment, craving more than just physical closeness, but an emotional intertwining would surely bind you together, heart and soul.

When your bare skin finally touches, the sensation is intoxicating. Cleon pulls you against him, your bodies melding together in a fervent embrace. The warmth radiating between you is enveloping, igniting every nerve ending. Soft gasps escape from your lips, a shared symphony of pleasure that fills the space around them.

With reverent hands, Cleon roams across your body, his fingertips tracing the gentle slopes of your waist and the delicate curve of your neck. He memorizes every aspect, moving slowly as if to imprint the memory of your skin into his very being. Each glide of his hand sends shivers coursing through you. In that moment, each of you exist solely for one another, your breaths mingling, forming a quiet backdrop to the burning desire that fuels both your and his every move.

As Cleon’s hands explore your body with an urgency that takes your breath away, he suddenly shifts the dynamic between you. With a confident motion, he gently flips you, positioning himself above you while his gaze locks onto yours. His eyes sparkle with an intensity that sends a thrill down your spine.

"You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this…I need to feel you—every inch of you. I crave to lose myself in you and your embrace. To feel your body against my own. To bury myself deep inside of you…”

Cleon confesses, his voice low and fevered. His words hang in the air, charged with the weight of his desire. The heat between you intensifies as he leans closer, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. There’s no escaping the depth of his longing, a palpable need that both comforts and excites you. Each word he speaks is laced with sincerity, deepening the connection that pulses between you. Cleon leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, as he continues.

"Look at you—You’re… breathtaking. Let me show you just how much I need you. Crave you. Desire you…”

His hot breath dances across your sensitive and silky smooth skin, further fueling the blaze that burns within you. Instinctively, you arch your neck, granting him better access, as his mouth greedily explores the sensitive skin above your pulse point. The heat of his demanding mouth sets every fiber of your being ablaze with a passion that seems only he can satiate. Your hands eagerly roam across his chest and up to his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his skin that drives you wild.

Soft, heated moans escape your lips as he fervently works down your neck, nipping and kissing along the path that ignites your senses. But in the heat of the moment, you remember the control you desire to wield. As Cleon presses closer, a playful determination wells up within you. With a swift and calculated motion, you twist your body, reclaiming the upper hand and pushing him gently back so you're once again on top. The surprise in his eyes is unmistakable, but it quickly melts away into admiration mixed with intrigue.

“Always eager. Always impulsive. But it's my turn—let go of all sense of control, Cleon. I think you need to learn a little patience.”

You declare, a playful smirk gracing your lips. The thrill of domination surges through you as you lean down, your mouth inching closer to his, teasingly brushing against his. In one swift move, you pull a set of leather wrist cuffs from the nightstand, your plan set. Surprise flickers across Cleon's face as you secure one cuff around his wrist, fastening it to the ornate metal headboard. The shock in his eyes soon darkens into undeniable hunger and lust.

"Just to keep you from getting too carried away—after all—I am the one in control tonight…”

You whisper, a teasing lilt in your voice as you secure his other wrist. With both wrists bound, you relish the way he gazes up at you, a mix of surprise and palpable desire in his eyes. His gaze is hard upon you, resembling the gaze of a starved predator admiring its prey. He flexed his hands, tugging at the leather constraints. A tantalizing chuckle rumbles deep within his chest as his head lulls back in amusement.

"You and your games—you think you have me right where you want me, don't you? You've grown bolder…I'm impressed…”

He breathes, his voice tinged with excitement and a hint of challenge.

"Oh, just wait—I’m just getting started. Let’s see how well you can handle this before you completely lose all control.”

You reply, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away teasingly. The fire between you burns hotter as you begin to explore the breadth of his body, using your newfound control to tease, please, and drive Cleon wild with desire, knowing that this game of power is one you both relish. As the leather cuffs snugly encircled Cleon’s wrists, the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. You took a moment to admire his physique, the soft leather contrasting against the hardness of his body. Every detail was highlighted—the breadth of his chest, the sculpted lines of his shoulders—as if the leather itself was eager to reveal the man beneath.

You made your way closer, trailing your fingers lightly across his chest. Your touch was gentle yet deliberate, exploring the powerful contours that defined him. As your hands glided down, you traced over his defined abdomen, feeling the ridges that spoke of strength and discipline. You couldn't help but notice the way his body responded; the muscles twitched slightly beneath your fingertips, an unspoken vow of the anticipation that was building within him. Cleon breathed in deeply, a low groan escaping his lips at the sensation of your caress. Frustration mingled with desire as he found himself restrained, his body arching slightly as though yearning for more of your touch. Each flick of your fingers sent shivers through him, a mix of pleasure and restrained longing that hung in the air like a charged current.

Leaning in closer, you let your warm breath dance against his skin, kissing along his collarbone with a reverence that made you savor each moment. The taste of him was intoxicating, and you relished the way he responded, feeling his quickening breaths as you explored. Cleon exhaled sharply, a blend of need and longing reflected in his darkening gaze, muscles tightening as he fought against the restraints, instinctively seeking more contact with you. With every soft caress and lingering kiss, the atmosphere thickened with intimacy. You admired not just his physicality but the intensity of his gaze, a mixture of admiration and hunger that sparked a fire in you both.

“You have no idea what you do to me…if only you knew—Goddess—just wait until I can get my hands on you. Fuck—”

He groaned, his voice strained, barely above a whisper—a confession that sent a thrill racing through you. As your hands ventured lower, purposefully teasing, you could feel the heat radiating off Cleon, the palpable tension drawing you both closer, igniting a vivid dance of exploration, vulnerability, and silent longing. The leather cuffs held him in place, yet in that constraint lay an invitation to delve deeper into the quiet desires that bound you both in an unspoken promise of uncharted territories and desires.

Frustration laced his tone as you continued your teasing exploration, knowing all too well the mix of desperation and longing swirling within him. He fought against the leather cuffs, the restraints a reminder of his vulnerability, yet paradoxically they served to heighten his sense of anticipation. Navigating further down, your lips moved lower, pausing to tease with gentle nips and soft bites along his sides. You were mindful of his insecurities, knowing how he felt lacking without a navel, the absence sometimes casting shadows over the confidence he exuded in other ways.

“You stand apart from every other man…No one has your strength, your beauty…No one has your leadership, your determination…No one could ever satiate my deepest and darkest desires, except for you…”

You murmured, the words wrapping around him like silk. Cleon's breath caught in his throat, a primal response echoing through him as you captured the essence of his being, each tender brush of your lips a celebration of the individuality he possessed. You could see the battle within him, the anger and frustration mingling with a yearning that was almost palpable.

“Fuck—Please…”

He gasped, the strained words spilling from his lips, an instinctive plea laced with desperation, urging you to continue lower along his chiseled body. The heat radiated off him, a flowing energy that intertwined with your own, creating a connection neither of you could ignore. The leather cuffs held him in place, yet in that constraint lay an invitation to delve deeper into the quiet desires that bound you both. With each step you took down his body, you felt the growing tension vibrating between you, words unspoken yet heavy in the air: a promise of passion and the longing for release. The struggle against the restraints intensified, and you could see his muscles coil tightly, a taut rope of suppressed need.

As you paused, your gaze locked onto Cleon's expressive eyes—deep pools of yearning that glimmered with a whirlwind anticipation, challenge, and damn near desperation Each breath he took filled his chest, rising and falling like a rhythmic tide that displayed his strength and vulnerability. The sharp lines of his abs flexed beneath your watchful eyes. The tension within him was ready to spill over, begging for release.

With a gentle but deliberate movement, you trailed your nails down the sides of his sculpted physique, feeling the hard warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. Your touch was feather-light at first, a teasing caress that made him shiver in response, the restrained power of his body trembling against the leather cuffs that held him. You let your fingers wander lower, tracing along the edge of his thighs, where muscle met soft skin, deliberately drawing out the moment, reveling in the way his breath hitched, his body instinctively arching toward your touch. The mere anticipation wrapped around both of you, thickening the air with unspoken promises of raw want, need and lust.

Finally, you felt a surge of boldness and mercy; with a teasing smile, you lowered your head closer, letting your soft breath dance across him before you finally surrendered to his desire. You take his throbbing cock into your mouth, an exquisite fulfillment to the longing that hung between you. As your mouth enveloped him, Cleon's body reacted with an immediate and intense response. His breath caught in his throat, a sharp intake that quickly turned into a ragged pattern, each heavy exhale laced with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. The moment your warmth embraced him, his head fell back against the surface with a soft thud; his eyes fluttered closed in a desperate attempt to anchor himself amidst the overwhelming sensations.

His hips instinctively shifted, seeking to find a rhythm, a way to control the waves of ecstasy that surged through him. Though the leather cuffs held him firmly, he pushed against them, a primal urge to deepen the connection, to feel more of you, more of the delicious friction that sent jolts of pleasure racing through his veins. The intensity in his gaze returned as he opened his eyes, locking onto yours with a fervor that spoke volumes—an invitation to keep pushing, to delve even deeper into this shared experience. You noticed the way his muscles quivered, the tautness in his thighs betraying his struggle to hold back, an unconscious cacophony of need as he bucked his hips slightly into your mouth, chasing that blissful feeling.

“God… please, don’t stop. Just like that. That's it…Oh fuck—Your mouth… It feels so good. You're doing so well…”

He gasped, his voice a mix of desperation and awe, each word punctuated by a shaky breath. The raw vulnerability in his plea only fueled the fire of your actions, urging you to explore further. He praised, his voice low and gravelly, wrapped in a dark haze of pleasure. The compliment hung in the air, igniting a rush of warmth within you even as you continued to savor him, your rhythm steady yet teasing, your movements instinctively attuned to his reactions. With each electric glide of your tongue, you could feel the tension in his body building, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

As Cleon praises you, a warm rush of satisfaction courses through you, igniting every nerve ending with exhilaration. His voice, filled with desperate admiration, spurs you on, pushing you to explore the boundaries of your shared pleasure. Encouraged by his words, you instinctively tighten your grip, pumping his cock in rhythm with the thrusts of his hips into your mouth. The room is soon filled with the sinful squelching sounds of Cleon fucking your mouth and throat.

With each thrust of his hips, you move your head in a synchronized rhythm, your tongue skillfully swirling and dancing around him, savoring the way his pleasure intensifies. The taste of him ignites a hunger deep within you, each movement more deliberate and passionate than the last. You feel powerful in this moment, reveling in how his body responds to your every action. As Cleon's praises grow more fervent, you can’t help but hum softly in acknowledgment, the sound vibrating against him and amplifying the sensations. The vibrations send shivers down his spine, earning a whimpering groan from the Emperor.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, watching the way his expression shifts—how the tension coils tighter in his muscles as you work him, and how his breath comes faster, more erratic. Each hum and gentle moan you release seems to echo the urgency growing within him, creating an intoxicating feedback loop of desire. With every deep breath, you lean into him, your own body responding to the exchange, heating with an insatiable yearning. With every hitch of his hips, he works his cock deeper into your throat. Tears stung the back of your eyes as you eagerly take his throbbing length down your throat.

The more you immerse yourself in the rhythm, the more your body responds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Each of Cleon's praises reverberates within, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of heat cascading through your skin. The world around you fades, leaving only the intoxicating connection between you and Cleon, and a desperate longing that curls deep in your core, searching for sweet relief. The need for friction becomes an insistent whisper in the back of your mind. You can’t help but rub your thighs together, seeking some form of relief from the swell of arousal building within you. Desperately, your fingers eagerly find your neglected and sopping cunt. Slowly, you pressed tight, deliberate circles onto your clit; the sensation earns a heated and needy moan from you.

With each swallow, you feel your body tighten, a delicious tension drawing you closer to the edge. Cleon’s groans of pleasure fuel your desire, setting your heart racing while every pulse of his excitement mirrors the yearning inside you. The way his hips thrust deeper awakens a primal instinct, urging you to meet him with your own desperate rhythm. You become lost in the fervor, the way your fingers work your neglected cunt mingling with your voiced encouragements, every sound blending into a melody of passion. It’s a dance of give and take, where each moment teeters on the brink of climax, both for you and for him, a tantalizing game of yearning and satisfaction that feels both boundless and finite.

As you begin to pleasure yourself, a rush of awareness sweeps over Cleon. His breath hitches, a low growl of desire escaping his lips as he watches the exquisite movements of your hands. Every stroke, every soft gasp you release ignites a primal need deep within him, awakening an insatiable hunger to claim you as his own. With each passing moment, the leather cuffs that bind him to the intricately carved headboard become more of a prison than a restraint. The sight of you, lost in pleasure, drives him wild with longing. He can barely think, his instincts taking over as he strains against the cuffs, feeling them dig into his skin.

"Stop teasing me, woman. Goddess……I need to feel you, all of you.”

He grunts, his muscles tensing as he fights against the confines. His desperation to feel you, to fill you, and to take you was unbearable. With a primal roar, fueled by an overwhelming desire, Cleon breaks the leather constraints, the sound echoing in the air around you. He lunges forward, the fierce need in his eyes capturing the essence of your heated and passionate night. His hand finds your throat, pulling your head up to face him. His eyes are blown and full of insatiable lust. A soft gasp escapes from your swollen lips, a wide grin threatening to rise to the surface.

"You’re mine—No one else can have you like this. Let me feel you—Let me show you just how much I want you…how much I need you.”

He growls, positioning himself so that he can force you to submit. You eagerly let him guide you to where he wants you. His grip on your throat was firm and commanding, but not enough to block your airway completely. Your head spun with dizzying pleasure as Cleon positioned himself to hover over you, his body taut with anticipation. The room is charged with electricity, your heart racing as the boundaries between you dissolve further. Cleon wastes no time in eagerly burying the entire length of his girthy cock into your tight and quivering cunt.

At the sudden force, you cry out in pleasurable pain as his girth stretches and molds the spongy walls of your core. He gives you just a moment to adjust to him as he fully bottoms out; the head of his cock threatening to nudge your cervix. With a whimper of pleasure, you eagerly nod to him, needing to feel every inch of him. As Cleon drives deeper into you, he revels in the sensation of your body molding perfectly around him, a perfect fit that sends waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. His hands grip your waist with an urgency that speaks of his desire to claim you entirely.

You respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer as your legs encircle his waist, drawing him in even deeper. The heat between you intensifies, and you can feel every inch of him filling you, creating a delicious tension that makes you gasp with need. With every snap of his hips, the room is filled by the sinful cacophony of skin colliding against skin in a fit of heated passion.

“Gods, you feel incredible…fuck…”

Cleon growls, his voice thick with lust as he leans down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss. The taste of you ignites his senses further, and he instinctively thrusts harder, seeking to drive you both closer to the edge. You moan against him, your body responding eagerly to his every move. As he moves and snaps his hips, the rhythm builds, and Cleon can’t help but groan at the sensation of being enveloped by you.

“Don't stop…don't stop. Oh fuck, right there! Fuck! Cleon!”

You cry out breathlessly, your praises encouraging him to continue. Your nails sink into his as you rake them down his chiseled back, leaving deep red scratches in their wake. He groans at the burning sensation, snapping his hips harshly against yours. With each harsh snap of his hips, the head of his cock collides against your cervix with a pleasurable and burning ache that makes you whimper in pure ecstasy.

“You're mine. Only mine. You make me feel alive…”

Cleon declares, the primal need in his voice sending shivers down your spine. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure washing over you, filling you with a sense of fullness that has you gasping for more. With each movement, Cleon’s eyes darken with desire. He growls softly, lost in the bliss of the moment, feeling both powerful and possessive. His voice is low and rough as he pulls back slightly to admire you beneath him, your expression a mix of pleasure and longing, urging him to continue.

As the heat between you escalates, each thrust Cleon delivers pushes you closer to the precipice of bliss and sweet release. You can feel the tension coiling tightly within you, a lovely pressure building with every movement. Cleon’s hands grip you firmly, anchoring you in place as he shifts his weight, giving you deeper access, and heightening the sensations coursing through your body. Your spongy walls tighten and quiver as Cleon pushes you closer to the edge of release.

“I can feel it…you're so close. Just a little more…just like that…”

He nearly whimpers from the pleasure, his voice a strained growl. His breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he pounds into you with a fervor that speaks of his own urgency. You nod, breathless and desperate, your body singing with pleasure. You gasp sharply as Cleon's hand finds your throat, his lips crashing against yours for a sloppy but passionate kiss. A primal instinct takes over as Cleon’s desire ignites fully. He takes possession of you, each thrust becoming more urgent, more intense.

“Fuck! Cleon! Cleon……I can’t… I’m so close! I'm gonna cum! Please!”

His grip tightens on your throat as he brings his lips to yours again, swallowing your moans, spare breaths, and gasps, claiming every sound you make.

“Then cum for me…You're mine…every inch of you is mine…”

He whispers fiercely, as if claiming you over and over with each snap of his hips, intensifying the connection between you both. The world outside fades into oblivion. All that matters is the two of you moving in sync. The heat builds, radiating from the core of your being as you chase that sweet release. You feel him swell, throbbing within you as he nears his own brink release. The familiar wave of ecstasy unfurls, flooding your body, tightening everything within as pleasure radiates through your entire body.

“Cleon! Please!”

You cry out, ridden with desperate need. The words spill from you, raw and unrefined. With a growl that resonates deep in his chest, Cleon shifts angles, hitting that sweet spot. His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming frantic, as if time itself is slipping away. You can feel the overwhelming tide of pleasure cresting, ready to break.

“Yes, that’s it. Let it happen. Just like that….oh I'm so close…I’m right there with you.”

He encourages the control in his voice, urging you on as if he’s guiding you to the edge. With each thrust, he grunts, his face contorted by pleasure, eyes dark with lust, full of an intoxicating mix of hunger and need. The rush swells, pulling you under in a wave of white-hot bliss, and you can’t hold back any longer.

“Cleon—!”

You scream as the world explodes around you, your body clenching tightly around him as you release, sending both of you spiraling over the edge together. In the throes of passion, Cleon’s grip tightens, holding you close as he finds his own release, groans mingling with your cries. Hot strings of his release paint and coat your walls and cervix in white. The room echoes with the sound of two souls entwined, finishing in harmonious passion.

As the intensity of your shared climax begins to ebb, Cleon pulls you close, enveloping you in his warmth. Your bodies, still intertwined, feel the residual tremors of pleasure coursing through you. Breaths come in ragged gasps, each inhale mingling with the scent of sweat and satisfaction that lingers in the air. Cleon’s heart pounds against your chest, a steady rhythm that slowly syncs with your own. His fingers trace gentle patterns along your back, soothing and grounding you as you both come down from the height of ecstasy. You feel cherished in this moment, wrapped in the cocoon of his embrace.

“You felt amazing as always…you did so well for me…”

He murmurs, his voice low and husky, still tinged with wonder and awe. You nod, your cheek resting against his shoulder, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“It was incredible…I’ve never felt anything like it. So raw. So passionate.”

You reply, your voice still a little breathless. The words spill from you, raw and honest, echoing the truth of that beautiful release you just shared. Cleon's fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes, dark and filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness, lock onto yours, making your heart flutter.

“You’re everything to me…”

He states fiercely, the sincerity in his tone wrapping around you like a safety blanket. In that moment, the lingering heat of passion begins to melt away the boundaries between you, drawing you further into his orbit. You reach up, tracing your fingers along his jawline, marveling at the way his lips twitch into a soft smile, a contrast to the raw fire you just experienced.

“Stay with me, even just for a little while longer.”

He pleads, tightening his hold as if afraid the moment might slip away. You nod again, feeling secure and wanted in his embrace. Minutes stretch into each other as you bask in the warmth of each other’s skin. Cleon brushes a delicate kiss against your forehead, grounding you further in this intimate sanctuary created just for the two of you. It’s a moment that feels suspended in time, one where everything outside no longer matters—a moment that firmly binds your hearts together.

“Always, Cleon….”

You whisper, feeling the connection between you deepen. The room hums with a gentle stillness, the outside world fading as you both savor the afterglow—a blissful capacity for silence, filled with unspoken promises and newfound closeness.

[brook-nlyn]

Finished my cleon panel, considering the sketch was very old I feel like it’s a little lacking but overall I’m happy with the progress I’ve made over the last few years and the rendering on this piece <\3

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Characters/Ships I write for

If you have a request for a character/ship that isn't here but is a part of the fandoms listed here, send me an ask, and I'll see if I can write it! Masterlist . Rules Requests are Closed

I am not writing the Riordanverse for a while for personal reasons.

(I do not support jkr, trans women are women)

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Will LaMontagne Jr, Luke Alvez

Divergent: Peter Hayes, Tobias Eaton

Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Carlos Oliveira

Inheritance Games: Jameson Hawthrone, Grayson Hawthorne, Nash Hawthrone

Harry Potter: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Newt Scamander, Cedric Diggory

Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa, Sam Wilson, Matt Murdock, Joaquin Torres

Maze Runner: Thomas, Newt, Minho, Aris

Hunger Games: Coriolanus Snow, Finnick Odair, Peeta Mellark

Riordanverse: Luke Castellan, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Percy Jackson

The Umbrella Academy: Ben Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves

Arcane: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Ekko

Others: Cardan Greenbriar(Folk of the Air), Jace Wayland(Shadowhunters), The Darkling(Shadow and Bone), Kaz Brekker(Six of Crows), Ravi Singh(AGGGTM), Peter Sutherland(The Night Agent), Donald Ressler(The Blacklist), Master Chief(Halo), Robert Chase(House MD)

I write ships too! These include Jily(james potter x lily evans), Hinny(harry potter x ginny weasley), Larkland(peter sutherland x rose larkin), Steggy(steve rogers x peggy carter), Wolfstar(sirius black x remus lupin), Percabeth(percy jackson x annabeth chase), Ronmione(ron weasley x hermione granger), Willifer(will lamontauge jr x jj), Malina(malyen oretsev x alina starkov), Remadora(remus lupin x andromeda tonks), Cleon(claire redfield x leon kennedy), Valveria(jill valentine x carlos oliveira), Thearoy(thea queen x roy harper), Newtmas(newt x thomas), SunWings(apollo x icarus), Eurymene(eurylochus x ctimene), OdyPen(odysseus x penelope), Meljayvik(mel merdada x jayce talis x viktor), Melvik(mel merdada x viktor), Jayvik(jayce talis x viktor), Meljay(mel merdada x jayce talis), Caitvi(caitlyn x vi), Timebomb(Ekko x Jinx/Powder), Zaundads(Vander x Silco)

[anundyingfidelity]

NO SECOND CHANCES — Brother Day/Cleon XVII

Summary: A lonely space traveler happens to save from a certain death the most annoying person of the entire galaxy, the Emperor.

Pairing: Cleon XVII x female reader.

Word count: 8.1k. (oooops).

Warnings: well, spoilers for whole season 2. Language, angst (the reader wants to die, really). Talks about suicide, talks about suicide attempts, reader having nightmares, PTSD, reader is suffering too. Some hurt/comfort, some fluff? Filthy smut (included but not limited to hand jobs, unprotected sex, oral from both parts, dirty language, etc. etc.), and end of the world sex (to Beki's arsehole bitches yay🥂). Also Cleon refers to the reader as "woman" a couple of times lol. Reader has pierced ears? (wait for it). Bittersweet ending tbh.

Notes: just trying to make slow burn in a one shot because I'm a lazy fucker who doesn't like to write stories with chapters, otherwise I don't finish shit. Uh probably OOC Cleon??? I don't know. Fully inspired by my favorite trope ever: saving the bad guy and making him humble. I don't care we're four people watching Foundation, I need to write about this little piece of shit I love him so much. Cleon XVII is a himbo I said it. Not beta, we die like bitches of the Gossamer court.

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Tagging: @curiouswildi hope you like it 🥺💘

GEN MASTERLIST!

I. BEYOND

The last thing wandering his mind was Bel Riose. Fucking Bel Riose. That idiot. They had won over him; over him, who was Empire and still meant to be for years ahead. Next, the cold feeling of space was embracing him. But he felt he was not floating around anymore.

Cleon was tied to a surface. It felt like harsh, uncomfortable metal under his back. He slowly forced his eyes open, moving his limbs and trying to escape whatever it was restraining him to do so. His wrists and ankles, as his waist, were tied by a light blue particle field preventing the patient to move at all. He was met with the roof of a ship and equipment, but it wasn't any Imperial one. In panic, he moved until he was able to shake the surface he was on, panting and grunting, feeling some pain and sting resurging all over him. The headache was becoming unbearable and the sounds coming from his dry mouth finally transformed into screams. The room doors opened and a strange voice catched his attention.

"Finally, you're awake."

Cleon obliged to follow the shadow moving around, his eyes focusing to try and see who was talking. He heard steps and the sounds of metal and glass clinking around, probably looking for medication and tools as he was know fully concius. The figure finally came to view by his side.

"I will inject this, so don't move," you said, grabbing his bicep. Cleon was about to protest, but the needle was faster and the medicine was welcomed on his vurnerable system, easing the pain and calming down the headache. "Welcome back, Eminence," you smirked to him.

"And just so, who are you?" he asked chuckling to himself, licking his lips. "What have you done to me?"

"First, I saved your life and cleaned all your bloody wounds. You should say thanks at least," you sat down dangerously close by his side, on the same surface he was on.

"I did not ask you for mercy."

"Oh, but I did," you replied, a smirk on your lips. "Perhaps I shouldn't have, right?" you took a small pencil-like device in your hand from the pocket of your pants and used it to scan his vital signs. You touched his face carefully with your fingers, examining his eyes, his heartbeat, and any anomaly that might be on his system from head to toe, but the scanner found none. Cleon watched you doing so until he asked again, his voice softer this time.

"Who are you?"

"Just no one as important as you are," you said, saving the scanner back.

"Where are we?" Cleon asked, looking around. He observed he was placed in a small medical bay.

"In space, in the middle of nowhere I suppose," you shrugged, getting on your feet again. "It seems you're recovering quite well and fast. At least that's what my scanner says. So first, I think you should want some water, which I am leaving right here," you put a flask on the small table next to him. "And before I give you this to drink, I want to make sure you will not restrain or fight back at me."

He laughed, that narcissistic smile on his face. You wanted to punch him.

"You're no match for me, woman."

"Really? Then I could just throw you out there again, you know, it's not difficult. I'm spending resources on you, surely I won't oppose to that idea," you snapped back.

His smile faded slowly, thinking. If it wasn't for you, he would be dead by now, it was true. But he was so used to be immortal and undefeteable that the situation was kind of new. He only had been vulnerable and exposed to his doctors in the palace, and you were a complete stranger. And still, you had the heart to take him in your ship and save his life. He sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

"Fuck, fine. What do you want me to do?"

So this was his way of cooperating, you thought.

"After I turn off the restraints, you will have to sit down on the stretcher. I will help you. Do not try to get up yet, you might feel dizzy."

With a nod he said to you the orders were clear. Next, the restraints disappeared in the air with a push on a button and Cleon felt a small relief. As you promised, you helped him to sit and he realized that the clothes he had before were replaced with a set of new pale grey robes that allowed him to move freely. You offered the flask to his lips, but he watched you with a questioning look on his face.

"Is only water, I swear. See?" you had a small sip from the bottle and he looked more at ease after you swallowed the liquid.

You offered the bottle again and helped him to slowly drink. Once he was done, you placed a small tray with fruits and dry seeds on top of the same table beside the stretcher.

"You might want to eat something," you said, breaking the silence under his fixed gaze. Even when he was sitting down and you on your feet it felt rather intimidating. "I'm still collecting supplies and food. You were certainly not part of the plan these days."

"So you travel alone," Cleon said, taking a small red fruit between his fingers and began to eat it.

"I do," you nodded. "Sorry if the taste of the fruit is not pleasant."

"You're doing your best," he said while eating, studying the room around him. You were not sure if he was mocking you or not. "What was your name again?"

You chuckled. "You're very interesting, Empire. Why don't you finish eating and rest before taking a bath?"

The next few hours, you left him to rest and escorted him to your quaters, the only place with a comfortable bed, so he could get proper sleep. Since there were no further questions from him, you got to your business and requested more provisions to the merchants. Traveling alone had made you some contacts and traders, from time to time you would request for food giving in exchange money or rare knick knacks, and within a day you had a small capsule with supplements heading to your coordinates with everything you needed. You just had to wait for now.

After checking the estate of your ship and confirming everything was working correctly, you went back to your quaters to see how the Emperor was doing. You were startled to see him sitting on your bed with a book between his hands. He looked like he just had a bath because his shirt was gone and his hair was wet, some droplets running down his skin. Quickly, you studied him. He was handsome, muscular, his skin had a beautiful tan, and he was tall and heavy as hell, something you noticed when cleaning his wounds and taking him inside your ship. The earring on his left ear was also interesting, you thought, for a member of the most important dinasty of the galaxy. Very rebellious for the emperor.

You also knew he heard you steping in but never looked up from the book because he was the first one to talk.

"Never I could imagine you would have books in here," he said, clearly interested on the pages.

"Yeah, not all of us are barbarians as you work so hard to convice yourself we are."

He chuckled to himself, looking at you for the first time since you entered the room.

"Are you from Korell?"

"The book gave it away, didn't it."

"This is very old," he said, closing the book. "You are for sure not allowed to have this in Korell."

"That is one of the reasons I left," you replied, looking around the place. It was obvious to you that he was pearing within your personal stuff because the old myth book was secured down your mattress. At least he didn't leave a mess and everything seemed in the right place. "I was a threat in my planet so Argo kept looking for me for some conspiracy shit and terrorism when all I did was oppose myself to his repression and freakshow," you continued, his eyes drew back to you. "They wanted me dead in Korell, but I am the only one to decide that, even when and where will it happen."

Cleon shifted on his seat, wondering why you were sharing a piece of your life to him when he didn't even know your name yet. Words and thoughts wandered his head on how would he answer to your words, compassion or empathy sometimes were difficult things to feel. But before he was able to speak, you interrupted his thoughts.

"I will leave you alone to rest for a while and will come back when it's around supper. I follow Kornell cycle of time, so you know... Just don't poke around my underwear, Empire," you dragged his title mockingly.

He laughed softly, going back to his reading.

"Thank you for the idea."

That was the first time you would hear him expressing gratitude.

II. GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

Around more than a week passed, and Cleon was healing and his wounds were not so visible now. You made sure to inject him every day and gave your quaters and bed for him to sleep and recover. He had took a pad you had in the room so he could count the cycle of days in Trantor. Hardly to admit, he found himself missing home rather than hatred. Sometimes the rage mixed with sorrow, but he forced himself to try and understand that it was a normal feeling due to the sudden lose of everything he once had.

Cleon had been up from some time now as he counted the end of the eighth day on the pad, and wondered why your daily visit was taking so long. It was a habit you had, to come in and wake him up with the medicine, and after it was done, you would tell him to eat some of the fruits and food on the tray you brought for him. He got on his feet and put a shirt on before leaving the room to search for you. On the pilot cabin, you had an improvised, small stickable mattress on the wall that had saved your life before, so you used it to sleep and rest the past few days while he cured. Cleon observed your figure lying down on the mattress, walking slowly and sensing something was not right. He found you shaking and trembling, eyes still closed and chest heavily breathing as your hand held onto dear life what he realised it was a gun.

He felt somehow frightened and confused. If you wanted to kill him, you would already have done it. You had made yourself clear on that. The tremor of your body seemed it was increasing and Cleon, with a gentless he did not know he possesed, tried to soothe you with his voice, removing the gun from your embrace.

"Shh... everything is fine," he mumbled, not sure of his words, his other hand touching your shoulder in soft circles. He was able to withdraw the gun from your hands and placed it on the floating shelf near by.

Your eyes squeezed and some tears flowed down your face as you sobbed still in your sleep. Cleon hesitated on what to do next to wake you up. He leaned again, his hand slowly tracing the skin of your arm, like he did when his brother Dawn was a child.

"Woman? Wake up," he whispered, shaking you a little bit and pating your arm softly, and when he talked again, his voice was a little bit louder. "You're having a nightmare, wake up."

And as he repeated his words over and over, your eyes opened wide, feeling your lungs able to breath again. But your senses still were coming to awareness, and automatically you slapped the face of whoever it was touching your arm. You heard him groan in pain and you rolled over the mattres, until you hit the floor, taking out a small blade from below the makeshift pillow of fabrics you used. The blade pointing at him as you looked around the cabin to find out it was only both of you.

"What- are you okay?!" Cleon questioned with a frown, rubbing his hurting cheek as he remained on the other side of your bed, the only thing separating you from him was the mattress.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine!"

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Of course you are not."

"Then why the fuck would you ask that?! It's obvious I'm not fine!" you yelled. Your body was tense and ready to attack. You felt a knot on your throat, like if you were to cry again. Silence envolved you, trying to calm down. That inner voice in your head began saying it was just a dream, and you wanted to believe it. It was all in your head. It was not real...

"Do you want to kill me?" Cleon's gloomy voice echoed.

"What? No! I would never-"

"Then why are you sleeping with a damn blaster shot and a blade on your bed?!" he confronted, screaming at you, but not daring to move as you also remained standing in the same place.

"Because I wanted to kill myself!" you yelled back, pointing the sharp of the knife to you instead. His face became stern and you realised what you had said, and what was happening. Ashamed, you threw the blade back under the pillow. "Sorry, I don't want you to know that. Forget it."

You wiped the tears on your face under his piercing and concerning eyes. You forced your head to compose and burry your nightmares and memories deep inside before talking.

"I have to inject you," you said and walked back to the room, sure he would follow behind. Once you crossed the doors, you prepared the needle but Cleon remained standing near the exit of your room the whole time, arms crossed over his chest, observing you with utter worry on his face. Why? He really did not know. Probably because you were the only human and intelligent contact he had for days now, and you had the decency to keep him alive. Though he was not going to let that in his head - yet.

"Why don't you seat?" you most likely ordered. Cleon slowly made his way to you and remained standing, tall and kind of threatening. He was Emperor, after all.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked with a careful tone.

"Nothing, Empire. Just sit," you said, coldly, waiting for him to do as you requested.

"No, I need to know," he demanded, coming closer to you, jaw clenching. Anger started taking over your being and held his gaze as you replied.

"I have the right to decide whether or not speak about my personal life, I am not one of your subjects, so sit the fuck down so I can give you the last dosis of this shit."

"I need to know if I can fucking trust you after what I just heard coming from your mouth," his voice boomed around the place.

"You really want to know?! Fine, back in Korell I lost my family, my brother, my parents, my home - everything I had they took it from me! I was the last one alive and I escaped after they killed my brother in front of me and that day is still haunting me," you muttered and felt the tears forming on your eyes, but this time, of rage. "So if it concerns your own well being, like it always has been, no, I will not kill you. But you are no Emperor here, so stop that game. Some of us never gave a fuck about you or the Empire, or the Foundation and Hari Seldon, or the Church of the Galactic Spirit -I don't care! I'm tired, I just want to be free and live peacefully!"

You had not noticed you stepped closer to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. His face was blank, as if he had been slapped again, but this time to reality. A reality he was not familiar with on his own bubble.

Quickly you grabbed his bicep and injected the dosis with him standing up. He whined in surprise. It was fast. So fast that you just removed the needle from his flesh and left the room.

III. WHAT YOU REALLY KNOW

According to the Trantor cycle, evening should be now. When you left him alone in the room, Cleon spent the next hours by himself, and since he watched you looking up for garments and food around the ship before, he made sure to get those without speaking to you. Not that you wanted to talk either. He noticed you sitting on the main pilot seat, looking at the stars and the void through the glass the whole day. He got concerned for a moment, but decided to let you be as he, also, understood that some time alone was necessary.

However, Cleon thought to talk to you finally and say something. Anything to get you back to reality and forget your bad dreams. So he found himself making his way to sit on the other chair of the ship. He prepared the words to say inside his head, but it was more difficult to speak out loud.

"I think I owe you an apology," he finally said, taking in the view of space. You nodded slowly your head. Nobody turned to see each other.

"It's nothing. But apology accepted I guess."

"It's not nothing. I rarely thought about what other citizens and planets are going through... I'm so sorry it happened to you."

"I would like to say that was not your fault, but since the Empire withdrawal from Korell, living there definitely became so much worse," you confessed, very aware of the genetic dinasty and some of the things previous emperors did, which did not change much. They were the same man after all. Cloning again and again...

"Probably should apologise for that as well," he said.

"Yeah, it's too late, but thank you."

Cleon could still sense a feeling of resentment in your voice. He thought you were right to feel that way, but he was also going to try and make you understand him.

"I never had a mother, or a father, and my brothers are the same man as me, so it's hard to understand that some people lose their family and loved ones. I was born with that loss already... That's why I wanted to end the genetic dinasty."

"You are the eighteenth?" you asked, not knowing exactly why he was opening to you.

"The seventeenth."

"That's a lot of you though. Do you remember anything from the past?"

"I do not. But our memories are always saved. Everything that happens in Trantor is recorded and kept as data. If I want to know something about a previous Cleon, I would just request it."

You turned your gaze to finally see him, he looked in awe with space as he spoke.

"So what was your motive to destroy a planet?"

He turned his eyes to you. "I believe you didn't care about Empire or the Foundation."

"That doesn't mean I want to see a genocide, your Eminence."

Cleon stirred on his seat, with a strange feeling of guilt, sadness and regret. For some reason, the title falling off your lips made everything worse.

"You saw it," he said. "How? You're no part of the Foundation, at least you're lying to me."

"No, I am not! I did a stupid space jump without course and I ended here, unfortunately." You were growing tired of the conversation. "I don't know why we keep talking. We're both shitty people anyway."

Cleon chuckled, not to mock you, but because of the whole situation you were in together.

"I know you are. Brave enough to kill yourself, taking another life is nothing compared to your own."

You locked your gaze with his, thinking if he was he judging you or flattering you.

"And have you, like, tried to end with your life at some point? You must feel lonely, under the shadow of a clone, not allowing you to be, well, you."

He let out a deep breath, avoiding your eyes.

"I have not, but my genes are already compromised and adultered. No surprise if any of us dared to commit suicide before," he replied, looking to the void. "In any case, if something out of the ordinary is to happen to my brothers or myself, we have another clone with our same memories, same age, everything; prepared to be woken up and take our place. Like if we never existed."

"That's fucked up," you scoffed. "We are never trully free, are we."

You got on your feet to look up for something to eat and forget your small talk. You knew he had searched for fruits and dry food because you heard him moving around and then leaving a couple of times, but you had nothing through the whole day. Cleon followed your steps, leaving enough space between you both as you took a couple of apples, giving one to him.

"The jump, how did you do that?" he asked, taking a bite of the fruit. "You don't have spacers."

"The rebels are smart people. A lot of members of the Foundation replicated your technology."

"I thought you were not involved with them," he insisted.

"I am not, but I would never deny any help. That my support doesn't rely on them doesn't mean I will let a chance slide."

"You're not answering my question."

You pulled the sleeve of your shirt up to show your bare wrist to him. There was the same device Hober Mallow and the Clerics had, inserted on your skin.

"I use this.”

"This is a whisper ship," he mumbled.

"Smart. Yes, sort of."

Cleon scoffed. "So that means we can land somewhere."

"About that, uh, we can't."

He moved to throw the remainings of his fruit with a confused look. "Why?"

He heard your sigh as you covered your wrist again, looking away from his deep eyes.

"I- I threw myself to space because I wanted to kill myself," you started, avoiding his gaze. "I didn't care how long would take me, I just wanted to blow up my ship. Just end everything. But then I saw you, floating, dying... and for some reason I couldn't let you die. I didn't know who you were but I saved you. There's no energy or fuel to make another jump. I don't have that. We are far from what Terminus was now. From any planet, form of life or civilization... plus you are unarmed. You still are weak and anyone could kill you," you finished, and waiting for some reason that he could forgive you for giving him any sort of hope. "I'm sorry, Empire."

Beyond madness, Cleon felt you were worried for him. Not the kind of sentiment his brothers or palace workers would do, but a real one. Because you knew saving him was condemn him to death anyway. But this felt much better than dying alone. He had sins, past despiteful decisions and ghosts hunting him, as so were you. You just addressed your feelings and your life together in less than a day. And you were right, none of you were never trully free, but as crazy as it might be, being lost in space with you felt like freedom to him. Finally, he was far away from everything that was keeping chained to a life and responsibilities he never asked for, living under the shadow of an egotistical emperor.

There was a strong impulse growing inside him and before his rational voice began to scream it was a bad idea to continue, he had cupped your cheeks between his hands and his lips pressing hungrily against yours. You whined, surprised of the warm feeling of his mouth, his tongue hurriedly asking for permission to taste you. When oxygen was not enough you pulled away, shocked and panting. You barely noticed your hand around his forearm, recovering yourself from the best kiss you had in some time.

"Cleon," he whispered, kissing your lips one more time.

"What?"

"Just call me Cleon. I'm not Empire anymore."

You kissed him in response with the same eagerness he had before, heart beating strongly in your chest. His hands caressed every inch of your body, from your neck, breasts, your hips, your soft thighs, your ass... he touched you with desperate fire while you moaned against his mouth, liking where was this leading you, more than you wanted to admit.

That was the first time you gave in to him completely.

IV. TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED

You moaned against his lips, those that forcefuly broke the heated kiss you shared as he ruts into you desperately to reach his own climax. His flesh hitting against yours made an obscene harmony that echoed the confines the ship, far from civil and coherent noises fell from his lips as he sucked into the skin of your neck.

"Fuck, yes, right there," a broken whimper escaped your throat, your nails scratching his back, your walls clenching around his cock. "Cleon..."

The sound of his name being moaned by your sweet, raspy voice, caused him to slow down his thrusts just a bit.

"I still don't know your name," he whispered, bitting your bottom lip only to kiss you wet again.

"And yet you're fucking me, isn't that enough?" you teased, rolling your hips to meet his own.

He gave you a smirk, that fucking handsome smirk you hated so much. He took you with his strong arms, flipping you around so he was now on his back and you got control on top of him. You sinked down his dick setting a reckless rhythm, his thrusts matching yours every time you went down, his grip hard on your waist, marking and bruising your skin. One of his hands massaged your bouncing breasts, one after the other, pinching and then, you felt his mouth biting your nipples and chest, as he leaned your body to him for easy access, with slow grunts and groans that didn't sound human anymore.

His cock repeatedly hit that sweet spot from the position you were taking him, increasing the tension inside you. The sensation of his hands coming back to your sides and making its way to your ass cheeks to guide your bouncing hips became too much so soon. You cried as you felt drunk and high, muscles tense as you finally came. Cleon held you tight, fucking into you as you reached sweet release. His tongue traveled down your collarbone and breasts.

"Cleon," you moaned, your hands on his chest to support your body better. You felt him twitch inside you, knowing he was dangerously close too. Quickly, you slid off him, taking his girth, slick with your own wetness, between your hand you pumped him hard, easing his own release. His seed coated your palm, sprinkling on his abdomen.

"Shit, you're great," he praised, voice dark from lust. His fingers tangled into your hair, his forehead against yours as you recovered from the intense sex session you had for the second time that day. He kissed you sweetly, like a sweetness he only had discovered in the short time with you. "I wish I could know your name."

"You can call me your savior," you gave him a playful smile.

After a shared lazy kiss, you got on your feet, legs still shaking, and left the bed to clean yourself in the small place you called bathroom right next to the only room of the ship. Once finished, you threw the cloth away, and looked directly the mirror, or poor attempt of it. In the damp glass, you watched Cleon appear to embrace your body against his, your back touching his chest muscles and his hands roamed your abdomen while he left butterfly kisses on your shoulder. His big arms around you, pressing your figure to his own, huge in comparison entrusting protection.

The nineteenth day it was, and you spent it exploring your pleassures, talking nonsense and overall for Cleon, thinking he might love you. The confinement had flourished different kinds of feelings and sentiments inside his heart. He finally learned to feel something else besides hatred, power, or selfishness. The more you spoke to him, the more he grew to like you. You were far from perfect and so was he, and the way you opened your heart to him - the man who was to wed a powerful queen, govern thrillions of people around the galaxy and kill a few others - caused him to feel unworthy of anything coming from you. The man he grew up to be slowly disappeared as long as you had him under your light and spirit; his old self was fading away. And it scared him, but excited him at the same time. Even when he was very aware you were near the end together, he had nothing to ask for but to perish with you.

"What's in your head?" you whispered.

Cleon had no longer been tasting the skin of your neck, his chin pressed on your shoulder instead with his mind running a million thoughts by now. He took a glance at the damp and dirty mirror of how perfect you looked, bare and exposed in body and soul, only for his eyes to witness the true beauty of being alive. Of being human.

"You."

A loving smile curled up on your lips, looking directly into his enamoured gaze through the mirror. He decided he wanted to remember you like this in the afterlife.

You finished marking the last spot with an 'x', a wide grin over your face.

"I won."

"Yet again," Cleon chuckled. His laugh had grew sincere with you as he settled on the floor on the cold floor of the pilot cabin, just giving enough space for the board between you and him. "And what is your question, person-I-not-know-the-name-of?"

You just had finished playing another round of a silly game. It was an old Terran game, and you were surprised it made it this far across the galaxy. It was good to pass the time though. It kept you and Cleon thinking about other things besides dying. The fuel and energy, along with the water, were lowering on their levels. Food on the other hand was not a worry, you knew you could request to the traders as long as energy was functioning to make communication with them. However, the energy of your ship had to be loaded in land, just like fuel. And you had no place to go now to do that.

Being together as long as you had the resources was the main goal now. So many things crossed your mind as you talked about everything and nothing at the same time the past days.

"Have you ever been in love?" you asked after some time thinking.

You thought maybe it was the first time in Cleon's life that he was finally able to think and behave on his own, with no burdens about a dinasty to protect or pleasing his council.

He was taken by surprise as you spoke. He immediately remembered Demerzel, his loyal advisor. His relationship was merely sexual, but there were no feelings that would assimilate to what love is in reality. For sure, his own clone should have been woken up by now with no further consequences. For Cleon, it felt like he was actually erased from existence forever. He was disposable, just like his brothers. But thinking about your question, his answer was no. He never knew what love was. Not from Demerzel, certainly not from Dusk, Dawn was slightly different though, he did love Dawn but not the way you were referring to. He never knew the love from a mother or a father, nor family. Sareth hated him, so even if they got to marry he knew there would be no space for such sentiment. His own future children with the Queen of Cloud Dominion would have grown up without an essential part of being human.

"No," Cleon finally gave an answer, his gaze went soft as he realised what you just became to him in a matter of days. "However I sense something different when I am with you. And I don't recall to know what that is."

You smiled. "Isolation tends to create adjustments in those who suffer it."

"And have you?" Cleon asked back. "Have you ever felt it before?"

"I did... With my parents, my brother, my best friends, and a couple of assholes who broke my heart."

He chuckled, admiring the charm you had to brush off the hardships in your life. You smiled back at him. Gods you loved seeing him like this, like if he was happy and nothing had happened.

"And how is it?" he said.

"It's affection, it's addictive, not everyone can escape from it. You feel like you belong somewhere, that your life is strangely complete," you mumbled, locking your gaze with his own. "And it hurts a lot. But as you go through that path, you get to know the most beautiful kind of pain."

"Does it hurt now?"

You swallowed hard, that familiar knot on your throat. You were not expecting to feel this way. Not for the Emperor, not for the clone, not for Cleon. Yet one does not control love. You don't decide to love someone without a reason. And what else could two lost souls do in the middle of the galaxy with no purpose but to wait and die? You had opened your deepest fears and secrets to him, not expecting Cleon doing exactly the same. He trusted you and you trusted him. You slept in the same bed, ate the same food and fruits, fucked like animals everyday and yet there was an emotional connection in between you thought would never know again after so many years. How could you not fall for him when everything was crumbling? Finally, you nodded your head, feeling the tears burning in your eyes.

"I always have been alone, Cleon, but my soul seems to have a little love to give. In the end, love is what makes us human."

Cleon put the board of the game away and leaned closer to you, his hand caressed your cheek, cleaning the tears falling down your face as he pressed his forehead with yours. He kissed you softly, swallowing your pain, as a way to say he was hurting too.

V. VOYAGE

It was the thirtieth day on the ship.

Your last try to get and land in any planet failed. As much as Cleon told you to stop, that everything was fine, you felt you had to keep trying until your last day. But the ship was basically to zero fuel and soon energy will follow. You used the control panel of the ship, hopefuly to find a near by land, but luck was not on your side. There was nothing. You don't know exactly how many miles you traveled with no course for a month. It was getting beyond bearing.

Frustrated, you pulled away the holo of the map and the calculations you did in the air, throwing a lose screw of your seat directly to the glass. It did nothing, but you were starting to hate the view of the stars and nothingness sorrounding.

"I told you to stop that," you listened to Cleon, who seemed just arrived to the pilot cabin.

"I had to try," you stood up, walking towards him. Your arms embraced his waist and he took you in with the same warmth.

"You're worried."

"I am not," you whined. "I should have sent for help with the merchants."

Cleon broke your hug and cupped your face between his hands, leaning closer to you.

"No, we should end this now," he whispered, his brows furrowed.

"No!"

"Why not? You wanted to do it even before you found me."

"Because now ending me is ending you too!"

Cleon felt your pain, but there was no other option to make than to blow up the ship anyway. Even if you were to land somewhere, what was for him? You were not able to go back home, and Cleon was discarded at this point. The throne could not have two of the same in the middle. Hiding and running away sounded like a good choice, but still, where? There was nothing left, but he found comfort with you.

"I am okay with this," he said. "I told you. You have to do it."

"Cleon-" you plea was cut by his voice.

"How much time do we have?"

"I don't know, a couple of days at last."

"Then do it. You said you were to decide when and how you would die, this is the time," he remembered with a stern voice. "Take it."

You let out a shaky breath and pushed him to press your lips to his own, like saying goodbye. But you still would not accept this fate. Not like this. You kissed him with hunger and need, your tongues tangled up as your mouths danced together.

"I just have- I can't yet," you mumbled once the kiss was over, leaving you both seeking for air. "Can we just fuck each others brains again and pretend none of this happened for a moment?" you asked against his lips, your hand now on his cheek, caressing the stubble on his face. You always remembered to help him shave and that was one of the most normal things you had to do since you found yourself confined with him. The most casual and mundane things to do became

He nodded. "Yes, my love.”

Cleon kissed your lips with the same hunger and desire, his hands caressing every inch of you until he lifted you up, your legs quickly went around his waist. With eyes closed, you let him guide you to the bar fixed against the wall of your ship.

He made sure to throw everything that was on the surface to the ground to place you in there. Once you were sitting, he pulled your legs apart to stand in the middle of them, and full with lust, his lips and teeth marked your neck and collarbone. You moaned sweetly, palming his groin still covered with the fabric of his pants. He traveled down your breasts, kissing over your shirt until he took it off. He was lucky you decided not to wear bra anymore. He sucked on your tits and nipples, grinding his hips against your hand.

You tried to pull his pants away, but he finished the job first, pulling away from your chest. After his pants were discarded, his shirt followed. He also got used to no underwear so he stood exposed all for you. A true god he was, looking perfect and like if every inch of his body was created for you to worship completely.

Cleon hurried in getting you out of your clothes, and in minutes you were naked and feeling his tongue dancing on your belly. His fingers and massive hands teasing your thighs, avoiding the place where you needed them the most. You moaned when he finally used a single digit to rub your slit, collecting your wetness. He rubbed your clit, mouth going slow and dangerously close to your pussy.

You laid your back on the bar and Cleon grabbed your thighs to have you exactly at the edge of the surface, ready to eat from your heat.

"Cleon," you cried out his name, your fingers tangled on his hair as his tongue licked your most sensitive parts.

He kept your hips in place, fucking you with his tongue and licking your folds, going to your clit. You couldn't help but whimper and moan, removing his hair to see just how much he yearned your cunt.

You tried to roll your hips but his grip was too strong. He looked up to lock his dark gaze with you, his humming creating strong vibrations down your core. He played some more, using a finger to tease your entrance. You were about to cum just by watching him.

"Cleon, please-" you gasped when he inserted a finger inside you, thrusting slowly. "Please, I want to taste you too."

He stopped, looking your flushed face for a moment. Your eyes were begging to suck him right now. He released your pussy with an obscene sound, pulling his tongue and hand away, but your wetness still shined on him. You got on the ground with his help and started to kneel down, kissing his skin, from his chest and then abdomen, licking and biting to leave your marks on his sculptured muscles. You made sure to adore and suck the skin of his navel, knowing he was insecure with not having a belly button. Still without it, he was more human than he could ever get to accept because you have seen that on him.

Cleon grunted once your hand wrapped around him, his hand on your scalp. You gave him a far from innocent look from your position before licking the head, rolling your tongue around it, lubing it with your saliva. His desperate groans led you to wrap your lips around him, pumping with your hand what you couldn't reach with your throat yet. You had to learn he was big for you, so a little of warm up for your mouth was a good start.

He cursed under his breath, thrusting his hips a little to go further, slowly, and you welcomed his cock with a small gag once he reached the back of your throat. He moaned darkly, your rubbed your thighs together when he started to fuck your mouth. Both his hands taking the sides of your head as you choked and gagged around his lenght. You felt him throbbing but he quickly pulled out, and left you empty and with drool falling from your lips, your pussy now aching and clenching around nothing.

"So beautiful," he purred, the touch on your scalp soft now. "But I want to finish inside you."

You nodded, obedient. Cleon helped you to sit down on the bar again, he stayed between your legs, spreading them wide, you held onto him, arms around his neck. He entered slowly, the warmth of your walls swallowing his cock, inch by inch, until it disappeared completely inside your dripping cunt.

You shivered, broken moans falling from your lips. Cleon muffled your low cries with kisses, waiting for you to get used to him.

"Fuck me, Cleon," you mumbled against his swollen lips.

He complied happily, thrusting and pounding into your heat, with a frenetic and brutal pace you had learn to love. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, yor nails scratching his arms and back. His cock touched all the right places inside you and he whispered sweet nothings into your skin, fucking you right under the light of the stars and the void of space.

He moaned along with you, wishing heaven or whatever it was after felt exactly like this. Like you, with your arms around him, your sweet voice calling his name lovingly and whimpering for more, giving your soul to him and only him. Your walls started to clench and his hips stuttered, aproaching a craving release. But in between, he heard a word against his ear you never mumbled before, turning his lustful eyes to you and slowing down his thrusts.

You repeated it again, he was visibly confused but kept ruting into you.

"My name," you said, fingers now caressing his hair.

He smiled. He knew it now. The stranger who saved him had a name after all. Cleon kissed you fiercely, repeating your name again and again between wet kisses. You were close to release, feeling one of his digits rubbing your clit as you moaned together. The wave of electricity took your body first, clenching your pussy around his cock. Cleon followed soon after, rhythm slow and tense muscles, until he spilled inside you, coating your sensitive cunt with his seed.

Catching your breath, you remained together. He sucked on your neck softly, your name was the only thought inside his mind. And as much as you loved his touch on you, you remembered there was something to do still.

"Cleon," you called, getting his attention and feeling he was pulling out of you with a low groan. He looked at you with loving eyes and you smiled. You brushed his hair with your fingers pulling him to yet another smooth kiss. "It's time."

He knew it was. In silence his fingers found his earring, twitsting it and pulling it apart. He took it from his ear and placed it on yours carefully. You were always amazed at his touch, how rough and yet soft and gentle he could be.

"So you can remember me," he smiled when he was over. You let out a laugh and curved your llps in a grin. "It suits you."

"Thanks, Cleon."

Cleon leaned down to kiss you one more time before cleaning both of you. You dressed together as if you were not about to meet finally death. For some reason, you saved everything that was not on their cabinets or initial positions, packing all you could, like if you could take those belongings with you, most of which were from your family. One day Cleon asked why you had clothes that could meet his height, being taller than a lot of people around. You told him it was from your best friend. You thought every piece of clothes or souvenirs would help someday, but it never crossed your mind that it was going to be this way.

When everything was was done, you and Cleon settled in front of the control panel, however, before you could start the holo, a loud explosion could be heard. You frowned, turning to Cleon.

"Did you-? Ah!"

The ship almost overturned as something heavy hit the side, making you trip and fall over with Cleon on the ground. Again, an explosion was heard, far from the ship but clear enough to say it was getting closer, and seconds later, the ship got hit but this time on the glass, almost breaking it over. Quickly, you both stood up and saw what was happening.

"A black hole..."

"Look, there are debris around," you pointed a huge piece that looked the size of your ship, but that definitely was part of a much bigger one. You saw the debris and metal being swallowed and destroyed by the black hole. It wasn't pacing fast, but wasn't slow either. It looked like it was talking its time for much bigger things to eat, such as your ship. Cleon called you, taking your hands and pressing his forehead to yours. You could feel he was shaking, and your skin grew cold. You realised it was really happening now.

"Do it," he said. "Destroy the ship."

After a moment of hesitation, you gave a nod. He kissed you deeply again. You turned the holo to activate the ship and program its own destruction.

"Self-destruction mechanism activated," the computer confirmed.

"We have sixty seconds," you mumbled, tears already forming in your eyes. He cut you off with a kiss. You would miss those warm lips on yours.

"That's enough for me," he said. You smiled and he did the same.

"I love you, Cleon," you embraced his body with a hug. "I am happy I met this kind of pain with you."

He cupped your cheeks, pecking your lips, smiling down at you, saying I love you too. You, the one who saved him and gave him a second chance. Or at least a moment of relief. A place and a person who allowed him to be himself and find things he never knew would have.

"We have more in common now," he whispered. "We are both alone and hurting somewhere in the galaxy.”

[mx-pastelwriting]

BROTHER DAY

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AROUND THE FORCE FIELD* GN! READER

WORDS: 2.8K SUMMARY:Working around Cleon's body force field to satisfying both of your hungers. WARNINGS:Power Imbalance, PowerDynamic, Smut, Top! Cleon, Bottom! Reader, Kissing, Making out, Neck Kissing, Missionary, Loud Moaning, Cleon Moaning Loudly, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Slow Sex, Gentle Sex, Interrupted Sex, Caught in the act, Angry Cleon, CleonYelling/Shouting, Rough Groping, Rough Sex, Painful Sex, Creampie, No Aftercare from Cleon, Didn't specify which Cleon

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. * ⋆  . · 　. ⋆ :₊ 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉-𝒖𝒑 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ♡ ‧⁺ . ♡ ⋆ . · 　. 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𓆩♡𓆪 it's that time of year again! this is my blog's third consecutive year of valentine's match-ups, a chance for you to be set up on a date with one of your favs! but this year is even more special as there are two parts to the event: sugar and spice! If you are 18+ you can enter both sugar and spice once each! 𓆩♡𓆪 SUGAR is the SFW and majority part of this event, open to everyone. SPICE* is the NSFW and smaller part of this event, available only to followers aged 18+ *spice info under the cut 𓆩♡𓆪 SUGAR! will see 14 winners chosen at random via raffle! 𓆩♡𓆪 SPICE! will only have 5 slots available and entries will be chosen via raffle regardless of engagement

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓!

♡ start your message with "sugar!" and send me a description of yourself (sexuality, personality, hobbies, likes/dislikes, etc. any details to give a profile of yourself) and a fandom (or multiple fandoms!) of your choice from the list below. ♡ I'll tell you who would ask you to be their Valentine and why as well as the date they would take you on! ♡ you can enter by sending your information to my ask box! ♡ please keep in mind that entries for sugar are one per person and not one per blog. This is to make it fair.

♡ enter now for a Valentine's date!

・💌・꒰ CLOSES 10TH FEB. ꒱ ・💌・꒰ 14 LETTERS RECEIVED ꒱

. ♡ ⋆  . · 　. 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃:

✧ I will write for literally anyone

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋:

✧Any of the Dimitrescus, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘:

✧Elliott, Sebastian

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓:

✧Alhaitham, Arlecchino, Baizhu, Beidou, Clorinde, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Dottore, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Navia, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Pantalone, Raiden Ei, Scaramouche, Thoma, Tighnari, Xiao, Yae Miko, Zhongli (more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋:

✧Argenti, Aventurine, Black Swan, Boothill, Caelus, Dan Heng, Dr Ratio, Jioqiu, Jing Yuan, Mr. Reca, Stelle, Sunday(more will be added as I progress in the game ♡)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊:

✧Sol

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑:

✧Mr, Crawling, Mr. Silver, Mr. Scarletella

𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐍:

✧Any of the ainur/ elves, Aragorn, Faramir, Haleth

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀:

✧Alucard, Carmilla, Drolta, Hector, Striga

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄:

✧Howl

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒:

✧Tomoe

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑:

✧Sebastian, Undertaker, Snake, Ash/Angela, Charles Grey

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒:

✧Dominique, Johann, Noé, Olivier, Vanitas

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓:

✧Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒:

✧Akiko Yosano, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Golgo. Osamu Dazai, Sigma, Yukichi Fukuzawa

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

✧Brother Day

₊˚⊹♡ 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆!

♡ start your message with "spice!" and send me a description of yourself (sexuality, personality, etc. any details to give a profile of yourself), preferred descriptions for your anatomy/gender, your kinks, boundaries, and a fandom (or multiple fandoms!) of your choice from the list above. ♡ I'll tell you who'd be your valentine and the spicy surprises they have in store for you on valentine's day! ♡ you can enter by sending your information to my ask box! for the sake of keeping minors out of this side of the event, anon entries will be invalid as I'll need to see your age displayed on your blog but you can ask for me to make your entry anonymous when it is posted for the sake of privacy if you please ♡ please keep in mind that entries for spice are one per person and not one per blog. This is to make it fair.

♡ enter now for Valentine's sex!

・💌・꒰ CLOSES 10TH FEB. ꒱ ・💌・꒰ 3 LETTERS RECEIVED ꒱

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[elkbonez]

sorry my posts have just been cosplays i’ve been doing them everyday and i have no recent photos of me not in cosplay lolol

[darkst4lker]

(𖤐) REQUESTS (drabbles, one-shots) / open

— I WRITE: romance, smut, fluff, angst, things that involve vampirism, death, murder or blood and violence, supernatural creatures (fairies, vampires, etc) and you can suggest things that aren't on this list.

— I DON'T WRITE: anything that transgress basic criteria to a legal extent (rape/pedophilia/zoophilia) nor anything eschatologic don't waste your time leaving those requests because i will delete them. i also don't write anything that involves dom!reader regarding smut.

— list of characters and series (you can suggest more):

⌗ LOTR/THE HOBBIT: thranduil, legolas, bilbo, arwen, galadriel, aragorn, boromir.

⌗ HARRY POTTER: harry potter, hermione granger, draco malfoy, sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, lily evans, luna lovegood, regulus black, bellatrix lestrange, narcissa malfoy, lucius malfoy, severus snape, poly!marauders x reader, poly!marauders + lily x reader, drarry x reader, wolfstar x reader, slytherin!harry.

⌗ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: damon salvatore, elena gilbert, katherine pierce, (im currently watching so when i get to know klaus and elijah better they will be probably added.)

⌗ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: daenerys targaryen, daemon targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen, shiera seastar, rhaenys I targaryen, visenya tararyen, aegon targaryen "the conqueror", poly!conquerors, viserys targaryen III, jon snow, robb stark, melisandre, ned stark, cersei lannister, jaime lannister, alicent hightower, gwayne hightower, aemond targaryen.

⌗ THE BOYS: soldier boy, homelander, starlight, queen maeve, billy butcher, firecracker.

⌗ FOUNDATION: cleon, literally any cleon.

⌗ BALDURS GATE 3: astarion ancunin.

⌗ IWTV: lestat de lioncourt (2022 & 1994), louis de point du lac (1994, bc that version is bi), claudia (2022), madeleine éparvier (2022), daniel molloy (2022).

⌗ THE WALKING DEAD: rick grimes, daryl dixon, lowkey shane walsh (and probably negan when i get to s6-s7), maggie rhee, michonne.

⌗ STAR WARS: anakin skywalker, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, han solo.

⌗ MARVEL: loki laufeyson, tony stark, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, dr strange, deadpool, charles xavier, pietro maximoff, valkyrie (brunnhilde), peter parker (andrew garfield).

⌗ CASTLEVANIA: alucard, trevor belmont, sypha belnades, vlad dracula tepes, carmilla.

⌗ JJBA: jotaro kujo, kakyoin noriaki, dio brando, kishibe rohan, josuke higashikata, joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli, jonathan joestar, bruno bucciarati, jolyne kujo.

⌗ KUROSHITSUJI: sebastian michaelis, claude faustus, soma asman kadar, grell sutcliff, mey-rin, undertaker, beast, joker.

⌗ DEATH NOTE: light yagami, l lawliet, misa amane.

[spritetoomany]

i’m scared to color this should i? be honestttt

[jillsandwhichs]

Get to know me:

My name is Cilla. My pronouns are she/her/hers. I am a bisexual woman. I absolutely love Resident Evil and everything under the umbrella of survival horror. I also love The Last of Us, Life is Strange, Attack on Titan and more. My favorite ships are Valenfield (Chris x Jill) and LeviHan (Levi x Hange). If you have any other questions, feel free to ask them in my ask me box. Thank you.

Rules:

Here are some rules I hold for my blog. If you break them at all, you are instantly blocked. Thank you.

Be kind & respectful to everyone on my blog including me and commenters.

Do be mindful of the fact I write smut and post it. If that is not your thing and it makes you uncomfortable, refrain from visiting my blog.

I do not allow any form of racism, bigotry, abelism, sexism, etc on my blog. Hateful speech such as that will be immediately shut down.

If you plan to critique my writing, do it kindly. I love criticism but only when it's meant well.

Do not repost my writing at all. Not ever.

When giving requests, there are certain things I will not write. If you'd like me to go more into depth, feel free to ask me!

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Golden - A Cleon Story

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Our Future Days (Joel Miller x Reader series)

Joel Miller x Reader - Smutshots/AUs Collection

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