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Too Soft for the Torment of Rome

About: Emperor Geta x Soft! Empress! Reader

A/N: Kind of a continuation of The Emperor of Wrath and the Emperess of Mercy. You don't have to read that fic to understand what's happening in this one. (Felt like writing something nice after the angst Geta fic I gave y'all.)

Summary: During the games, you hid from the bloodshed. Only for Caracalla to notice and mock you. You end up defending Caracalla's actions only to humiliate Geta.

Warnings: Swear words, Geta and Caracalla beefing, angst, fluff, happy ending, and a mini fight, but it's all good.

Word Count: 1,605

The loud snaring laugh of your brother-in-law drew you out of your timid trance. You were hiding your face in your husband’s robes as the raging gladiator battle took place hundreds upon hundreds of feet below from the royal reviewing deck. You were scared of the blood. The fighting. And most of all the carnage that took place for all of Rome to see. Typically, nothing could pull you away from your hiding position when you were terrified. Yet, Caracalla’s laughter did.

“Brother, she is feeble! How could you marry such a timorous woman?”

Caracalla’s rude remark embarrassed you further. As a result, you hid your face in your husband’s neck. Geta stiffened, yet, pulled you closer to him. The motion relaxed you.

However, you were certain Geta was far from relaxed. How could he be? His wife was currently a coward, fearing the gladiator battles. In contrast, his brother mocked you for your actions. Not to mention the Roman citizens were able to judge all of this taking place as the three of you sat in the royal viewing box for all to judge. You were positive Geta was mad. Yet he spoke softly and stroked your hair as if nothing were the matter.

“Not everyone is a lover of bloodshed, brother. My Empress is a delicate flower. Not that you would know anything about having a beloved.” Your husband then kissed your forehead soothing you further.

Caracalla’s jeers died. Replaced by vexation leaving the younger Emperor to slump back into his throne and pout. You knew that he was seconds away from throwing a tantrum which is why you knew it was best to deflect and let him win.

“No, husband. Your brother is right. I am weak.”

Geta turned toward you and glared. You bit your lip and added. “I am still new to the ways of the Colosseum. I think that he may be onto something. I have not grown accustomed to all of these traditions.”

Caracalla chortled at that remark leaving Geta and you to stare at him. “Dear sister. Will you demand mercy for the gladiators?”

Geta’s dark eyes scanned your face leaving you breathless. You shook your head. “No. I shall let you two decide.”

With that, you turned away from your husband and pretended to watch the games. When it came time for the emperors to decide the fate of the gladiators. Geta had decided not to show mercy. Leaving you breathless. For you knew that hours from now he’d show you no mercy when it came time to discuss the events of the day.

Geta knew how to torment you. Early on in your marriage, you’d learn that he’d thrive on tormenting those whom he deemed had wronged him. Very few times were you the recipient of these foul actions. Yet, even you, the Empress of Rome did not seem to abstain from the emperor’s cruelty.

As your servants dressed you for bed you waited in anticipation for Geta to say something. Throughout supper, he'd rarely spoken. Only requested wine and food from the servants and ignored all those who tried to get him to converse. The senators were annoyed with him but they knew better than to show it. You were also annoyed and your face held a scowl throughout dinner. Caracalla, however, didn't notice anything. As he was too busy feeding Dondus and flirting with his concubines.

As your servants left you had crawled into bed, while Geta remained in the sitting area. You stared at him and waited for him to do something. Yet, he only sat there on the trillium with his back to you. He wasn’t reading or doing anything. Just sitting there.

You blew out the candles by your bedside table hoping that it would gain his attention however it did not. After a while, you began to doze off and fell asleep only to abruptly wake due to Geta’s side of the mattress dipping. In haste, you open your eyes and find your husband. His onyx eyes bore into yours and he spoke in a gruff tone. One that you hardly recognized.

“You humiliated me today.” You sat up and began to reach for him only for Geta to pull away from you. The dark look in his eyes never wavered.

“My love I-”

The anger on his face only grew leaving you to cut off your pleas prematurely. You shivered and waited for his next move. Geta got up from his side of the mattress and began to pace around the bed. You felt as though he was a shark waiting to attack his prey. If this were under sexual pretense you would have found his attitude to be quite thrilling.

"I can not believe that you defended Caracalla's actions. While he openly mocked you. Then to side with him when I was correcting him. You humiliated me!"

"My love, please. Let me speak."

"What?! So, you can defend Caracalla once again? I don't understand why you protect him! He is nothing but a fool."

It dawned on you quickly. He was jealous. That's why he'd been so distant since the games. Your husband was jealous of his brother because you just wanted to prevent Caracalla from throwing a tantrum. You could nearly laugh if it weren't for the fiendish look he gave you.

"Geta. Are you jealous of how I treated your brother today?"

He stopped pacing. Your husband's dark eyes only seemed to darken as if he were a demon. You felt even more nervous. Yet, decided to continue in hopes that you solve this problem swiftly.

"I only defended what Caracalla said because I was worried he was about to throw a tantrum. I didn't agree with what he said about me. If anything, I was irritated with him."

Geta stopped pacing. He no longer had an evil look in his eyes. He'd gone back to the soft man only you were allowed to see. To the rest of Rome was a tyrant. A sleepy disaster waiting to happen to all those who crossed him. But to you, Geta was kind and soft. He was also boyish and often sought you for comfort.

It must have hurt him deeply to know that for once you did not side with him. For once you disagreed with him. For once you weren't his one confidant in all of Rome - all of the world.

Tears well up in your eyes at the thought of him feeling so alone. It made you think of when you felt so alone. When you were still in the cult of Vestia. And how you didn't want to be there and how you desperately wanted someone to care for you. You then thought about the stories Geta told you of his youth. And how he'd been beaten by his father to protect Caracalla from his wrath. It all was too much. That is how you found yourself sobbing without warning.

Geta had pulled you close to his body and began to whisper soft apologies which only made you cry harder. You didn't need him to apologize. It wasn't his fault, he didn't purposely trigger such sad memories. As he stroked your hair you began to calm down. You then pulled away and looked at him. Only to find him crying too. With a weak smile, you said.

"I'm not crying because you yelled at me. I may be crying a little because of it… But I was mainly crying due to memories."

"Memories?"

"Yes."

"I presume not good ones." Geta whispered as he stroked your cheeks. Wiping away your tears. You shook your head once he wiped all the tears away and sighed.

"My time as a Vestial Virgin wasn't always kind. I was never beaten but I felt so alone. I thought about your childhood as well. That is why I began to cry. We did not have the kindest of youths, my love."

Geta said nothing. He only stared at you. He was so close to you yet you knew he was far away mentally. You didn't mean to trigger his childhood trauma. But you had to be candid with him. You wiped away his tears and whispered.

"Please, I did not mean to upset you." Geta sighed and rested his forehead against yours. He kissed your nose.

"Sweet goddess. You've done nothing wrong. It still amazes me how you can be so soft even in the torment that is Rome. I have never met anyone as kind as you. As genuine as you. At first, I assumed you would be just a plaything. Something to keep me entertained but upon meeting you I realized that you were - are so much more. I do not feel worthy of your time. Your grace. Your love. That is why I lashed out."

You kissed him harshly. Leaving him you gasp. Never before had you surprised him with a kiss. Always, your kisses were soft and sweet. Geta was the one who always surprised you with his affections. But for you to kiss him in such a manner. He felt as though he was floating. As if the gods were trying to wisp him away. Once the two of you parted for air. You kissed his cheek and whispered.

"You are worthy. Just as I am worthy of your love. Let us always be on the same side. Let us always see eye to eye. Let us always be one." Geta nodded his head in agreement. And from that day onward. The two of you were always honest with one another.

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Feeding the Emperor

An Emperor Geta one-shot.

warnings: female reader, power dynamics (servant and emperor), cursing, belittling, physical violence; Geta being Geta. No use of Y/N.

Some time had passed by since your first interaction with Emperor Geta. You were now his personal servant – you weren’t allowed to serve Lady Lucilla and her husband anymore.

You were a bit sad about that. But mostly your head was filled with other things.

Since your little tumbling in the bathtub Geta hadn’t touched you. Not at all.

He did order you to strip out of your clothing every time, but that seemed more to be... well, frankly to simply humiliate you, forcing you to show how much you wanted him to touch you - do anything really – with your hard nipples and slick dripping down your thighs.

Sometimes he pretended that he didn’t notice, like he barely noticed you. Other times he smirked at you in that condescending way of his, making you hate him a little bit.

A little bit, yes. Because no matter how you wished for it, you couldn’t hate him completely.

To add to your frustration, you couldn’t even touch yourself to alleviate some of the pressure. Servant quarters were cramped and the mere thought of someone hearing or noticing you touching yourself was mortifying enough.

You decided that the best option was simply to ignore it. All of it. Your longing for Geta. Your sexual frustration. Everything. And just concentrate on your job.

Next time Geta called for you, you arrived in his chambers, curtsying and waiting for his order to strip.

When he gave it, you peeled of your clothes, folding them and putting them on a nearby chair, looking past his shoulder onto a painting hanging on the wall, with an expressionless face.

Your nipples hardened because of the sudden change in temperature but otherwise you didn’t give anything away.

Geta frowned and told you to pour him some wine. You did, keeping your eyes on the thick, red liquid sloshing down into his cup as if you had never poured wine before, refusing to look at him at all.

Once again he frowned, you could see it out of the corner of your eye.

You did all he asked you to, but the whole time you kept repeating in your head ”I will soon be able to return to my quarters. Just continue.”

When you started to clear the table after Geta had finished his dinner he suddenly said: ”Prepare me for bed.”

It was way too early. But you knew why he did it. He wanted you to see him naked and give him a reaction. But you wouldn’t.

So as you took off his tunic, and jewelry, you made sure to simply keep your eyes on the glittering gold and shining gems, or thinking on the last fight in the arena and how sad you had been when a majestic tiger had gotten a sword through its maw by one of the gladiators.

Geta gave a grunt, clearly annoyed that you seemed miles away in your head instead of paying attention to him. Yet you hadn’t done anything wrong, and oh, how he tried to come up with something, you could sense that. But he had nothing.

”I can finish on my own,” he suddenly growled at you. ”You’re dismissed.”

You curtsied again and then left his chamber. When the door closed behind you, you could hear something hit the wall and a loud harangue of curse words.

Suddenly you felt like smiling for the first time that day.

The next day you arrived at Geta’s chamber while he was at meeting with the senate to clean his bed and gather his clothes for washing.

You were about to strip the bed of sheets when you noticed something. They were… sticky with something.

It didn’t take a genius to know what.

Tears burned in your eyes. You knew you had no cause to cry. Geta was the emperor, you knew he had many concubines, it was stupid to think he would be content with just you.

Maybe that was the reason he hadn’t touched you?

Or were you the reason he had sought out other women? Because you’d ignored him?

You couldn’t stay strong anymore, you grabbed one of Geta’s pillows and pressed it against your face, inhaling his scent while a sob broke out of your throat.

Gods, it felt like your heart had turned into a small, sharp stone, cutting from every angle inside your chest.

”What are you doing?” a voice suddenly asked behind you and you jumped, dropping the pillow on the floor, turning around.

Geta stood there, dressed for council, laurel crown on his head and jewelry practically dripping from him.

”Your majesty,” you whispered, curtsying. ”I was... I’m to clean your bed.”

”That’s not what you were doing, though,” Geta said, walking closer to you, raising an eyebrow. ”Are you crying?”

You wanted to deny it, but it was obvious you were on the brink of tears and you knew it was a bad idea to lie to him so you kept quiet. Not confirming, but not denying either.

”You’re dressed,” he then commented and you realized you had forgotten to take your clothes off since he hadn’t been here when you arrived.

You started to peel your tunic off but he took ahold of your arm and stilled you.

”Why would you cry over my dirty sheets, girl?” he wondered before glancing down at his bed and noticing the spots. ”Ooooh,” he breathed, his expression turning into that smirk you both loved and hated.

”You thought... you thought I’d had some other little wench in here, did you? That I fucked one of those other harlots that lingers in the corridors of this place, bouncing from bed to bed. That’s what you thought?”

”Yes, sire,” you whispered. Why deny it?

Geta’s mood suddenly shifted, as it was prone to do and he pulled you closed by the grip on your arm, making you whimper.

”I thought about it,” he snarled at you, ”after you spent last evening ignoring me I thought about taking some other cunt in here and fuck her bloody. But... I couldn’t! They disgust me now. I had to use my own hand and imagine it was you. Are you proud of yourself, whore, doing that to me?”

Your eyes widened and suddenly Geta’s other hand moved to your hair, pulling your head back so far you had to stand on your tiptoes not to crack your neck.

”If you ever tell anyone about this… I’ll have you hanged,” he hissed at you and you shook your head. ”I would never tell anyone, sire. Never!”

”That’s a good little whore,” Geta said, easing the grip on your hair.

You wondered if that was the reason he had ignored you too, but you didn’t dare ask.

”Now,” Geta said, releasing your hair and walking over to the chaise lounge. ”I’m starving after that meeting. I want you to feed me.”

”Of course, sire,” you said, walking over to the table with refreshments, fruit and cheese.

Geta snorted. ”Not food, girl.”

You turned around, not understanding. ”Then what?”

”You truly are a naive little slut, aren’t you?” Geta said, chuckling to himself. ”I want to taste what’s mine. Your sweet little cunt.”

You couldn’t help it. Your jaw dropped.

”You have no idea how stupid you look,” Geta told you with another snort. ”Take off that tunic, come here and straddle my head so I can feast on you.”

”But... what if... what if I hurt you?”

”Well, best you don’t,” Geta said with a shrug, ”murdering the emperor of Rome, I can imagine that wouldn’t turn out well for you.”

You shook your head and took off your clothes, letting them pool to the floor and then walked over to Geta on trembling legs.

You hovered over his mouth, your legs now trembling from squatting over his chair, but you had room to place your hands in front of you, on the headrest, relieving the pressure in your thighs.

Geta huffed in annoyance and pulled your hips down, practically smashing his face against your pussy, making you yelp.

Then you inhaled deeply as you suddenly felt something... pleasure like you had never felt before.

Geta... he was... he was licking your folds, up and down, down and up, using his fingers to spread you, dipping his tongue inside you...

Your head rolled back against your shoulders and you let out whimper after whimper as Geta licked you like a man starved.

When his tongue flicked over your clit your whimper turned into a cry, and as if to torment you more he kept licking it, almost like a cat lapping cream.

You moaned, digging your nails into the pillow of the chaise, forgetting all about your anxiety about hurting Geta, instead pressing down to get closer to his filthy mouth.

Geta seemed to like it, because he kept ahold of your hips with one hand, the other sliding down between your legs – from behind – and teased your now sopping hole. He didn’t enter you, he just teased.

Once again, for your comfort?

He started to deliver slaps to one of your asscheeks and one would have thought that would turn you off but it didn’t. Instead the pain only intensified the pleasure.

Your moans turned into loud cries, the wet sounds of Geta slurping your juices, as well as his slaps to your ass echoed inside the chamber.

You couldn’t hold out anymore, your climax hit you like a giant wave, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as a new type of pleasure, one that almost felt like you were going to pee yourself, exploding from your clit, so strong it almost hurt, and then another wet sound came and... you gasped as horror crept up along your spine.

Had you just peed on the emperor?

You suddenly heard a loud cackle beneath you and quickly braced yourself with your arms so you could get up. Your legs felt like they would buckle beneath you, but you held on.

”I’m... I’m sorry, sire... I didn’t mean,” you got out, wondering why he laughed like he had just seen the greatest comedy.

”You dirty little whore,” Geta said, wiping his chin, which was dripping with juices, running down to his neck, ”you squirted!”

”I... what?” you asked and he cackled even louder.

”Squirted. That’s… think of it like the female ejaculation.”

”Women can... do that?” you asked, your eyes wide.

”Some can. And apparently you are one of them, my little whore.”

You were relieved that you hadn’t peed on him, at least. Geta seemed even more pleased than you were at the moment.

”I’ll never go a day without you again,” he promised, using the sleeve of his robe to wipe your juices off, but sucked his fingers clean.

”But next time... it’s your time to eat.”

You looked at him, confused. ”W-what?”

”Yes. I want you to do what I just did. To feed you my cock.”

Understanding dawned on you and you suddenly smiled, looking at him beneath your lashes with a seemingly innocent expression.

This was new.

You had never tried to tease him before, but after how he admitted that he couldn’t sleep with any of his courtesans because of you... couldn’t, not wouldn’t. That almost felt like a love declaration.

”You... you want me to do that now, your majesty? I live to serve you after all.”

Geta looked up at you, his obsidian eyes narrowing at your obvious teasing.

”You know what, you little whore... you do. Live to serve me. Come here.”

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