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Ok but like why can I see geta being a girl dad for some reason☹️

Like finding him cradling her in his arms as she sleeps, humming some song to soothe her, vowing to protect her from harm because he would never forgive himself if she got hurt☹️☹️☹️

(I think any of Joseph’s characters are girl dads including Joseph himself it’s just the vibes he gives hence why I created Bonnie, Ellie and Quinny bc he deserves happiness and children🤭🩷)

she would be the most spoiled and loved baby girl in the whole empire ☹️ and definitely the most protected !! she'd have ten guards around her at all times and he'd be with her whenever he can make time and when he doesn't he'd bring her into his meetings and force everyone to keep their voices down and tones even so she wouldn't get scared, he'd be so proud of her when she does literally anything and show her off in front of everything ☹️ they'd keep pressuring him to have another baby, a son, telling him that he needs to have an actual heir but he wouldn't listen, his girl is his whole world ☹️

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New years of our own.

Eric x Bonnie

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve, Eric is studying and Bonnie is playing and watching cartoons. Not a typical way to celebrate the new year, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Word count: 688

Warnings: slight mention of Eric’s mental health but pure fluff otherwise, Eric getting emotional over Bonnie being the sweetest☹️🩷🩷

Notes: @ceriseheaven I was meant to write something for Halloween but writers block attacked me but I was able to put together something for them for the new year!☹️🫶🫶

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Eric looked at his phone and saw the time on the glaring screen:

21:26

He looked up from his work and saw Bonnie sat on the floor beside him, playing with her toys and watching some cartoon show on the tv, giggling and babbling nonsense to herself. The sight made Eric smile, he always had a soft spot for her no matter what situation they were in. Eric was in between struggles at the moment. He was still in law school, trying to power through the year and get the grades he needed to get a good enough job. He had also just started an internship at a local law firm, his boss was nice enough and helped him get on the right path. He was also trying to get Bonnie some help for her joint pains as whatever prescription she had wasn’t working anymore and he couldn’t stand to see his little sister in so much pain. Finally, he was going through a legal battle of his own, trying to get sole custody of Bonnie even though their parents had never bothered to take care of her. All of this was really taking a toll on him, both physically and mentally, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. What if it all got too much? Who would be there to take care of Bonnie if he wasn’t around anymore?

“Hungry!” Bonnie yelled out, looking up at Eric, giggling. Eric looked at the time again, raising his eyebrow and looking back at Bonnie.

“It’s a little late for a snack now BonBon, how about I get you a cup of juice instead, how does that sound?” Eric replied, smiling as he put his work down. Even though it was winter break, he still had school work to do, not that he had an issue with it though, it gave him something to focus on.

Bonnie pouted, she hated being told no, but she knew that if she had a snack too close to bedtime, she would have a tummy ache and of course she didn’t want that.

“Fine!” She huffed out, crossing her arms and turning away back to the tv. Eric chuckled, getting up off the couch and making his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a sippy cup from the cupboards, filling it with some apple juice.

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A few hours had passed and it was close to midnight, Bonnie was fast asleep in Eric’s lap, snoring lightly as she held Wabbit in her arms. Eric’s heart swelled at the sight. He knew that she would sleep through all the noise From the fireworks welcoming in the new year which was always a positive. He had never known a five year old to sleep so much. A few minutes later, he could hear the fireworks going off and music blaring from a few apartments. He was sad that he wasn’t able to party with any of his friends but when he looked down at the little girl curled up in his arms, all that sadness went away.

“Happy new year BonBon..I love you so much..” Eric whispered, holding her closer.

“Love dada too..” Bonnie mumbled out, dropping wabbit and wrapping her small arms around his waist. Eric was shocked by those 3 words. Did she really see him as her dad? He felt tears begin to form in his eyes as he tried his best not sob. Bonnie looked at him, clearly still sleepy as she smiled, her toothy grin warmed Eric’s heart. He stood up, making sure not to drop Bonnie as he made his way to the window, opening it and walking out onto the fire escape.

“Look BonBon! Look at the pretty fireworks..” he whispered, smiling at the sight in front of him. Bonnie looked up, covering her ears to should them from the loud bangs. She loved all the bright colours and the flashy lights. She squealed at the sight.

Eric was happy about this situation. Sure, he could be out celebrating and drinking with his classmates, but he would much rather be with Bonnie.

He was exactly where he wanted to be.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you all have a happy new year!!🩷🩷

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Had to draw the two crazy emperors🫶🫶

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A day worth celebrating.

Eric x Bonnie

Summary: Bonnie wants her big brother to have an amazing birthday so with her stuffed rabbit and pocket full of coins, she sets out on an adventure!

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings:Pure fluff with a teensy bit of angst sprinkled in at points, reference to Bonnie’s leg pains, Eric being a worried father and also miserable😔

Notes: @ceriseheaven giving him the birthday he deserves thanks to Bonnie🥹

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Eric doesn’t particularly like celebrating his birthday. He never got a proper birthday as a child and now with Bonnie, he celebrates his birthday when it’s her birthday.

They normally split a small cake between them, watch Bonnies favourite cartoons and play games. By the end of the day, Bonnie’s wrapped up in Eric’s bed fast asleep and he may go out for a little while to see his friends from law school.

This birthday was different.

Eric was born on March 19th while Bonnie was born on August 13th and she wanted Eric to have a birthday of his own for a change so he would finally be happy.

March 19th 2020.

Bonnie woke up, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. Eric still asleep beside her. He didn’t have the money to buy Bonnie her own bed so he had to share his bed with a wriggling 5 year old. Most nights he didn’t sleep, too worried about Bonnie getting hurt in her sleep but this was a time he was finally able to fall asleep, probably due to exhaustion.

She slowly crawled out of the warm bed, grabbing her stuffed rabbit and putting on her bunny slippers. The sound of rain pattering against the windows made Bonnie giggle. She always loved rain but hated thunder as the loud bangs overwhelmed her.

“Oki wabbit. We’re going to go on an adventure today to get dada a cake!” Bonnie whispered, waddling into the small kitchen and grabbing a small bowl to fill with her choice of sugary cereal.

After her breakfast, she grabbed her pink raincoat and boots and also put wabbit in a matching raincoat and boots. She grabbed all her coins and dollar bills and placed them in her pocket and quietly waddled to the door.

“Wabbit am I forgetting something??” She asked to her stuffed friend, looking at her outfit. She stayed in her fluffy pink pyjamas with her glittery leg braces on underneath. She had a struggle buckling them up herself as Eric normally does them for her. But she decided to be a big girl and do them herself!

Recently, Bonnie’s legs had been hurting more and more. No matter how many doctor appointments Eric took her too, they all said that her condition was the same and not declining but Eric knew to trust his instinct more. The doctors gave Bonnie a wheelchair and leg braces for when she was in pain and Eric did his best to decorate them and make them all sparkly for her. He took all of her stickers and added them to her wheelchair and when he showed her, she squealed and ran to hug Eric. It warmed his heart knowing that she loved him so much. Eric thought that he wasn’t capable of being loved but Bonnie proved him otherwise.

Bonnie decided that she was ready to go to the store to buy Eric a cake, ready to give him the best birthday she possibly could.

After taking the lift to the bottom floor, she stepped outside into the rain and the cold March air. It was still dark outside and quiet, people not waking up to go to work yet.

“Oki wabbit keep your raincoat on otherwise you’ll be soggy!!” Bonnie giggled, beginning to walk down the street. This was the first time Bonnie was ever out on her own. She was 5 after all. Eric taught her about stranger danger and the only time she needed to speak to someone was when she buys the cake so she knew not to talk to anyone else.

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The rain was pouring by the time Bonnie made it to the small store. She waddled into the building, making her way to where all the cakes and treats were. The cashier glanced over and was visibly confused.

“Are you okay hun? Where’s your mommy?” They said, walking over to Bonnie. She looked up at the worker, smiling.

“I’m getting a cake for my dada! It’s his birthday today!!” Bonnie giggled. The worker smiled back.

“Ohh okay! Do you want any help??” They asked. Bonnie shook her head and went back to looking at the cakes. The worker smiled, beginning to walk back to the cash register.

Bonnie grabbed wabbit out of her pocket, who was a little soggy due to the rain. She hugged him tight and pointed to a cake.

“What about this one wabbit? It’s chocolate so it will be yummy!” She asked, making wabbit nod in return. She smiled, picking up the cake and waddling to the register and going on her tippy toes to place the cake on the counter.

“I want this please!!” Bonnie says, looking up at the worker, a smile spread across her face. The worker smiles back and scans the small cake.

“Okie dokie thats $10!” They say. Bonnie reaches into her pocket and pulls out a few dollar bills and a variety of different coins and drops them onto the counter. She steps back as the worker counts all the coins. They dont have the heart to tell Bonnie that she’s a little short on the money. She is a child after all and like she said, it’s for her dad’s birthday, why would they ruin that day.

“Here’s your cake!! I hope your dad has a great birthday!” They smile at her and hand her the small box. Bonnie squeals, grabbing the box and running out of the shop.

“Thank you!!” She yells as she runs out the door, placing wabbit back on her raincoat as she makes her way back home.

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Bonnie quietly opens the door, looking around the apartment to find Eric nowhere to be seen. She smiles, placing the cake on their small coffee table as she throws her raincoat on the floor, grabbing wabbit and placing him on the small sofa.

She runs to Eric’s bedroom, grabbing all her toys and places them on the sofa and floor, leaving a space for Eric in the middle. She giggles, happy with her layout and hoping that Eric would like her effort.

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Eric rushes through the apartment door, panicking. When he woke up to find Bonnie’s side of the bed empty, he thought bonnie went to the toilet but after a couple of minutes, the bathroom was still silent. This puzzled Eric as he would normally hear Bonnie humming as she washes her hands. But all he heard was silence. So when he opened the bathroom door to find no Bonnie, he started to panic and ran out of the apartment, frantically calling his friends asking them to keep a lookout for Bonnie if they see her. When his friend text him saying they saw her waddling home in the rain, he immediately ran back to the apartment.

“Bonnie!! Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!!” he yelled. He didn’t want to yell at her, but he’s trying so hard to raise her and give her the childhood she deserves. The childhood he never got. His heart dropped when he saw Bonnie’s smile fade and her chocolate button eyes fill up with tears.

“I’m sorry..wanted to get a cake for your birthday..” she sniffled, pointing to the coffee table. He glanced over and teared up at the sight. On the table was a chocolate cake. Eric’s favourite. All of Bonnie’s toys and teddys were sat on the couch and floor, wearing makeshift party hats Bonnie made. Next to the cake, was a card Bonnie made herself, a picture of Eric in a party hat drawn in crayons, which were still scattered on the floor. He bent down and picked up the card, opening it to read the message she wrote.

“To Dada,

Happy birthday to the best dada in the whole wide world!!

Love from your bestest friends Bonnie + Wabbit”

Eric didnt realise he was crying until he felt the tears roll down his cheeks and his vision begin to blur. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve a cake, a card, a party and he certainly didn’t deserve Bonnie. Not in his opinion anyway. He looked after bonnie when no one else would, even though he was technically her brother, he’s been her dad for as long as Bonnie could talk. He’s seen her first steps, her first words, her first everything. He’s been there when their parents weren’t bothered to be.

“Bee..hey sh sh..I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to yell..I was just worried because you were out all on your own..anything could’ve happened to you..” he said, kneeling down to face a sniffling Bonnie, wiping the tears away from her chubby cheeks. Bonnie looked at Eric, sniffling and trying her best to smile.

“I’m sorry..I just wanted you to have a birthday..” she sniffled. She didn’t understand why what she did was wrong and dangerous. Eric sighed, picking Bonnie up and embracing her in a hug.

“I can never stay mad at you bee. You mean too much to me. You know that right?” He says, ticking her side, causing her to squeal and giggle. He was happy that he finally got her to smile. He sat down on the couch, being surrounded by toys while Bonnie is sat on his lap.

“Should we have some cake??” Eric asked, Bonnie immediately nodding in response, also making wabbit nod.

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The day went by quickly, being packed full of fun activities. Eric and Bonnie shared the small cake, Eric feeding Bonnie small pieces so she didn’t make a huge mess while eating it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a birthday cake on his actual birthday. He usually shared his birthday with Bonnie in August seen as he couldn’t afford to celebrate his own but he wanted her to have the best birthdays. He didn’t care about treating himself but it warmed his heart knowing that Bonnie wanted Eric to have a day all about him.

After cake, they both sat watching cartoons, Eric having Bonnie sat on his lap, holding her close as she sang along to the songs on their small tv. Bonnie was making wabbit dance, making Eric laugh.

“You’re so silly!” He said, squeezing her as he kissed her cheek, making Bonnie laugh in response.

When it came to having dinner, Eric’s friends came around and brought takeout for the two of them. They also said at some point when Eric’s free, they would take him out for drinks to celebrate. When Eric moved to New York, he didn’t expect to make many friends as he never had any growing up, mainly being used to keeping things to himself and doing activities alone. But when he started classes at law school, he met a group of people he shared similar interests with. And when Eric introduced them to Bonnie, they immediately fell in love with her, offering to babysit her whenever Eric’s busy. That made Eric happy, finally finding people that cared about him and Bonnie.

By 7pm, Bonnie was fast asleep in Eric’s arms, holding wabbit within her own. After dinner, they had spent the evening drawing and playing games with the rest of her toys. Eric was always surprised by Bonnie and her big imagination. She was able to create games with what little toys she had. It made Eric upset that he wasn’t able to give her everything she wanted but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t ungrateful and she loved and cherished everything he gave her.

Eric got up from his seat, cradling Bonnie in his arms as he made his way to his bed, placing Bonnie down and tucking her in the covers. She mumbled slightly, stretching her arms out to try and grab Eric again.

“I’ll be back soon bee..sleep well okay?” He whispered, getting a soft murmur in response as Bonnie continued to sleep. He walked back into the living room and started to clear up the plates, quietly placing them in the sink. He went back to the couch, picking up all of Bonnie’s toys and putting them back in her toy box. He liked the apartment to be as clean as possible but with a 5 year old, that was tricky. He didn’t mind though, just as long as she has fun.

After cleaning up the apartment, he went into the bathroom to change into some pyjamas and brush his teeth. He already got Bonnie changed into her pyjamas after dinner so he was glad he didn’t have to worry about waking her up.

He quietly climbed into bed, making sure not to disturb Bonnie. He didn’t have the money to buy Bonnie her own bed but she didn’t mind as she got to give Eric cuddles all the time. Every morning he always woke up to Bonnie asleep on his chest, hugging him as she continued to sleep, snoring lightly.

As he began to fall asleep, he looked at Bonnie, who was asleep and snuggling into wabbit. He felt guilty that Bonnie did the best she could to try and make a great birthday for him, but he knows she’d do it a thousand times if it showed how much he meant to her. He didn’t know a child to love a person so much as Bonnie loved Eric.

“Thank you bee..you gave me a day to remember..I love you..” he mumbled, stroking her hair as he began to fall asleep, the light sound of rain still tapping against the glass.

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I hope you enjoyed more Eric and Bonnie content!! Thank you for reading!!💖💖

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touch us.

Fic by the lovely @ceriseheaven 💖

Loved this fic series and loved making art for all 3 parts!!🤭🤭💖💖💖🫶🫶

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My guy geta did not want to share his empress🤭🤭🤭🤭🫶🫶

You already know what I’ll be doing with this💖💖💖💖💖💖😧

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐬.

part three to touch her & touch me. you don't have to read the previous parts but they will provide more context to the nature of their relationship.

warnings: fem!empress!reader, not at all historically accurate, general acacius makes an appearance, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness, degrading, pussy spanking, slight mentions of murder and blood, smut. MINORS LEAVE !!!

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you and geta have been married for three months.

all of rome celebrated your wedding, not necessarily because they were happy for your union but more because during an occasion like that, the emperors get generous. emperor geta had his guards roam the streets and throw around aureses and hand bottles of wine to citizens who bowed and heavily expressed their gratitude and well wishes to the newly weds.

life as an empress is something you wouldn’t have been able to imagine in your wildest dreams. you had servants, you had guards, you had slaves but the most important of all, you had power.

all the power in the world, you held it in the palm of your hand. you could say one word and end sorry lives, destroy empires, ruin someone for good. or you could be merciful and make things better, build a future, save a life.

you were a god and you felt like one and you had him to thank for that.

geta gave you all the power you wielded, the second your palm hit his face all those weeks ago, he knew he was done for. when he put that golden ring on your bloodied finger, he made a vow to keep you vigorous and invincible.

nobody could touch you, metaphorically and literally.

but as the days went by, you realized that power meant very little to you. it’s another one of those things seem cathartic when it’s out of reach but get tedious once you have them.

geta is barely around, he’s always seems to be away attending to businesses and when he’s home, his mind is anywhere but.

you didn’t realize how dull life as an empress would be. back when you were a servant, you had work to do, things to get done but now you just lounge around in your expensive robes and garments doing nothing and with geta gone, life seems to have become a dreary endlessness.

you longed for the excitement you used to have, the thrill you felt in your belly and between your legs when you heard the news that the emperor has returned home and has requested your company for the night. now he rolls around in bed and snores the night away, on the rare times he sleeps with you and not locked away on his throne.

one time, the emperor has returned home but he wasn’t alone. a new general has come with him, general acacius, you’ve heard his name was.

he was magnificent, from his hair to his eyes to his lips to the way he talks. he was electrifying and you were in a desperate need to be lit up.

geta has introduced the two of you to one another, and he took your hand and placed a soft kiss on top of it before bowing to you, you felt ablaze and you’d do anything to chase that fire, even if it burns you, even if it burns him.

so you took your chances.

that’s why now, a week later, you’re sat around a dining table with the emperor on one end and the general on the other. you can hear their voices as they converse around you but your mind is anywhere but in the room as your brain had decided to take a trip down memory lane, flashing back to last week...

marcus had his arms wrapped around your waist, his head buried in your bare chest. you can feel his opened mouth breathing and his whines against your skin, along with the scratch of his beard. “your majesty..” he whispered as you rocked back and forth on top of him, “i don’t think we should be.. doing this. fuck, you feel so good.” he struggled to get the words out between groans, “the emperor..”

“if the emperor had satisfied me himself, i wouldn’t need to have his general’s cock but he’s failing his martial duties.” you said dauntlessly, “and i.. i have needs too.” bracing your knees on each side of his thighs, you felt his big hands take a hold of your hips and begin to bounce you slowly, letting him slip out of you completely before sliding you down on him, taking him whole. “do wish for me to stop, general? do you wish to disobey me?”

he looked up at you, grinning like a devil. “i’d never disobey you, your majesty.”

geta’s voice calling for you brought you back to the right now, he was asking you something about rome or a fight or gladiators or your new dress or something else, you weren’t listening to the conversation so you don’t know for sure.

god, where did the man you fell go?

“marcus and i fucked.” you said nonchalantly, sipping on your red wine from your golden chalice.

you heard the general choke on his own drink and felt geta’s eyes burning as they peered into your side profile.

“what?”

“i said marcus and i fucked.” you repeated, louder this time, staring at your husband. “last week, he took me right on your side of the bed.”

“your majesty i..” general acacius tried to speak but you interrupted him,

“you what? you don’t be a coward now as if you weren’t bouncing me on your cock and begging to suck my tits.” you told him and this time geta was shooting daggers at him,

“is that true, general acacius? did you fuck my wife?” he asked, his voice is trembling with rage. you’re almost impressed with his self control and have to suppress a smile, knowing the calmer he is now, the worse his rage will be.

“it’s not like tha..”

“i asked him to.” you interrupted again. if geta think it’s the general’s fault, he’ll take his rage out on him and you need him to take it out on you.

“you..”

“i asked him to fuck me because you wouldn’t!” fueling the fire.. “because you’re always away, because you haven’t paid attention to me for weeks now, because you won’t touch me.” you yelled at geta, “it’s all your fault. you made me do it.”

geta stared at you, confounded at your words and more so your arrogance. he couldn’t believe you’d say such things in front of his general but then again, he didn’t think you’d fuck his general. especially not after all he’s done for you.

“marcus, would you be a dear and leave me alone with my wife?” geta asked, his anger is seeping out more and more with each word.

general acacius looks at you, he’s heard about the emperor’s fury and his poor, sweet heart is worried for you. he’s so not your type.

you flash him a smile and discreetly blow him a kiss, dismissing him as well and he exits the dining room quietly then geta dismisses all servants, leaving just you and him in the candle lit room behind a closed a door.

you sip on your drink casually, the way your heart is pounding in your chest is anything but casual.

geta takes a deep breath and exhales before getting out of his chair and making his way over to yours. he stands behind you, his presence is dizzying.

he takes your chalice off your hand and places it on the table before he tugs at your hair and forces your head back so you’d stare up at him. then puts his other hand on your exposed neck, slightly squeezing it.

“what have you i told you before about wanting my attention?”

“you..”

“i said you ask for it.” he says, matter of factly, “i told you, i’m a busy man, i’ve got an entire empire to run so if i’m failing to give you the attention you need, just ask for it and it’s all yours. did i not say that, wife?” he asks, his voice venomous.

“you said it.”

“that’s right, i did. so why, instead of asking for my attention right away, did you have to go and fuck my general like a whore?” his grip on your neck tightens, cutting your airflow more when it’s already hard to breathe with him holding your head back like this.

you smirk at him, “because it’s more fun and it worked, i got your attention now.”

your response infuriates him further, he fell right into your trap. but he can’t deny how it’s also exciting him. he missed your crazy and how mad you make him.

he tugs at your hair more, making you gasp when the back of your head hit the wooden chair. “strip.” he commanded, letting go of your hair and neck.

panting, you begun to undo the laces and buttons of your gown, which seemed endless, then finally let it fall to your feet. you stood bare in front of geta and watched him take in the sight of your body.

he hasn’t seen you like this in a while. your skin, your curves, your edges, he’s missed it so much and didn’t even realize it then thoughts of marcus’ hands on your body infiltrates his brain so he stepped away from you before he did something he’d regret and pulled the table cloth off, throwing it on the ground along with everything that was on it.

dishes broke and glass rattled on the ground, it made you flinch but he didn’t even blink. “lay on the table.” he ordered and you obeyed right away, putting your back on the cold marble.

geta’s eyes never left your body, the visual of you takes his breath away. he nearly understands your frustration with him, how could he leave you unattended, unfucked, untouched for as long as he did? if you were a good girl, he’d let you punish him for it but you chose to take matters into your own hands and punished him in your wicked way and now you’ll have to pay for it.

“tell me doll, have you forgotten who your husband is?” he asks, the tips of his fingers running up your thighs, sending goosebumps into your skin with his serene voice.

“no.” you mutter and feel his ringed palm hit your thigh, “no! no i haven’t forgotten.”

geta raises an eyebrow at you, “no? so you haven’t forgotten that you’re married to an emperor? one that doesn’t like to share his property?” he smacks your thigh again, harder, “spread your legs.”

you do as he orders, spreading your legs for him and watch as he stands between them. the sight of him towering over you makes your heart throb in your chest and between your legs. “i haven’t forgotten, your majesty.”

“you haven’t but i have.” he says, his fingers tracing down to your inner thighs, “i have forgotten that i married a harlot.” inching dangerously close to your core, “i have ignored what my mother said about how you can’t make a whore a wife,” he pulls his hand away and turns his rings around one by one so the crystal side would be inside his palm. “i said you were different and maybe you are, maybe.. .”

with his ringless hand, he holds your leg around his torso then his ringed one comes smacking down against your cunt making you scream out and writhe beneath him, he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the pain before he spanks it again. “maybe i just need to tame you..” your hands want to reach down to grab his but he gives you a look and the fury in his eyes stops you, “need to remind you who you belong to, who owns you.”

he spanks you again, this time the impact hits your clit and your eyes roll back in agony, in pleasure. with the next spank, you have to fight the urge to lift your hips off the table, needing more. “did you enjoy his cock? did he make you feel..” spank, “good..” spank, “like..” spank, “me?”

he’s green with jealousy, his eyes bleeding rage and his hands merciless. “did he?” he yells.

“no! no he didn’t! nobody can me feel like you do..” you manage to say, wincing. “nobody, your majesty.”

he pulls his hand away from your cunt, his fingers are wet and you’re dripping on the table. “who do you belong to?” he asks, removing his clothes one piece of fabric at a time until he’s standing bare in front of you, “i said, who do you belong to?” he delivers one last spank to your cunt before wrapping that same hand around his cock, stroking it while his eyes are locked on your leaking pussy, raw and red and all his.

“you, your majesty. i belong to you and just you.” you tell him, bringing yourself closer to the edge of the table, your eyes fixated and hungry on his shaft, you force them back to his face, “i’m only yours.”

he chuckles deviously, “yeah, i’ll make sure you remember that.” he mutters, slowing thrusting his tip into you then pulling it out before you could even fathom it. “beg.”

fine. if he wants you to beg, you’ll beg. nothing’s wrong about begging if you end up getting what you want at the end of the line.

“please your majesty.. please forgive me. i’m sorry. i’ll never betray your trust again.. please please please..” you give him your sweetest, most innocent eyes you could master while bluntly lying to his face , “i need you.. please.” this time it’s not a lie, you do need him and he can’t pretend like he doesn’t need you too.

he thrusts into you again, bottoming out all at once. you both groan at the feeling, it hurts so good.

his hands grab your thighs, wrapping them around him and you hold him tight between your legs. not risking him pulling away again. “i own you.” he says each word between thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with each one, “i fucking own you. you’re mine.”

you can feel him throbbing inside you, all this rage has him worked up, you doubt he’ll be able to hold off long enough to make you finish or if he even cares right now. you wouldn’t mind it though, this is enough for you, for now.

“you own me, geta. you’re my emperor, my only one oh.. my god.” the last one leaves your lips as a moan but he takes it as another title, making him smirk.

“you’re right doll, i am your god. your only god and you’ll pray to noone but me.” he grabs your face by your cheeks, squeezing them tight between his fingers the way he has so many times before. it almost feels comforting now. you can’t help but smile, as much as you can anyway.

“i missed you, geta. i missed you so much.” you struggle to get the words out but manage to do it. then you see the faintest glint in his eyes, one you’ve seen only a handful of times but enough to know that he’s willing to soften, willing to allow the airtight box in the left side of his chest to have the tiniest cracks and let some light in.

geta pulls and sits you up, letting go of your cheeks when you’re face to face with him. his eyes scan your features, almost tenderly. “i missed you too darling.” he whispers before putting his lips on yours, he’s never called you darling before and now he’s kissing you with passion you’ve never imagined is possible for him like he wants you to know he means it.

the movements of his hips aren’t as rough anymore too, he’s slowing down, taking his time as his tongue explores your mouth, playing with yours. “i.. i’m sorry i have been neglecting you.” he murmurs against your lips and you nearly pull away to check if what you heard is correct.

geta, the emperor, the man, is apologizing to you and it’s not a dream.

“geta..”

“i’m sorry i haven’t been a good husband, i let my responsibilities distract me from you but that’s done now. i won’t let rome to be my mistress anymore.” he says, his hips once again bucking into yours fiercely, you clench around him and feel him moan into your lips. “you’re my priority, my muse. i won’t let you down again, my darling.”

your heart flutters at his words, he’s never been this gentle with you. you almost regret what you did to him but then remember that if you didn’t do it, you wouldn’t have this and you remember why you did it. “i know you won’t, i trust you..” you tell him, your head falling against his chest and your hands gripping his shoulders leaving small crescent shaped holes in his skin. “my god.”

geta wraps his arms around your body, cradling you as he fucks into you harder, faster, he’s close to his release and he can sense that you are too, he takes pride in the fact that he knows your body that well. “don’t hold back doll, cum for me, for your god.” he orders in a desperate whine.

you squeeze around him a couple more times, feeling the knot in your lower tummy tightening more and more until it’s snaps leaving you heaving and blaring through the walls, your voice echoes through the castle. the pain of his earlier punishment has already left you raw and now your climax has washed over you, making it tenfold more intense. you would’ve fell back and laid on the table but his arms keeps you up and still, he keeps thrusting in and out of you at his own pace now that he’s got you your fix.

you close your eyes and let him have it, let him have you however he wants while you bask in the sweet, blissful aftermath. the sound of his voice calling you his darling, his priority, his muse accompanies you in your haze along with the tenderness he’s holding you with.

in that moment, you realize why he’s the one for you, why you truly love him. he can be callous, cruel and ruthless. he can murder without flinching, he can watch death without blinking but when it comes to you, he’s vulnerable. he’s defenseless. he plays tough but he always ends up kneeling at your alter. you might’ve called him your god but you both know, he’s the one worshiping.

you feel him spilling inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed, filling you up. you pray it stays, pray you’ll swell up with his child, his heir and in his head, he does too.

after a few seconds, geta pulls out of you, you wince at the emptiness and he at the sudden chill after being buried in your warmth.

he collapses on the marble table next to you and gesture for you to cuddle to him and you do, nuzzling into his neck while his hand is tracing random patterns on your bare back. your leg thrown over his torso as it still hurts to keep your thighs close together.

you hum with your eyes closed, content and he smiles to nobody, pleased that he pleased you.

minutes pass or maybe it was hours, it’s pointless to measure time when you’ve got everything you wanted.

“this.. punishment thing was fun but as much as i enjoyed playing this game, i need to ask, what’s the next step in your master plan?” you ask, breaking the silence.

geta looks at you and smirks, “well, now that general ludicrous knows that i know of his and ‘your’ betrayal, he believes i’m going to kill him like i would any other man who dare looks at you..” you remember the day he killed that general, the first time you tasted blood and liked it. “but i won’t kill him. i’ll make him wish he was dead.”

you frown at him, “what do you mean?”

“i’ll spare marcus’ life and he’ll owe me forever.” he says, “you see, general acacius has vowed loyalty for both me and my idiotic brother but now that he owes me his life, i doubt he’ll care much for caracalla’s.” he chuckles and you start to piece it together, “and once that poor excuse of a human is out of the picture, we’ll sent marcus to a game. the gladiators will do to him more than my knife ever could.”

you catch yourself smiling at his plan, “they’ll tear him to pieces.”

he puts his hand on your cheek, gently this time, no squeezing. “then it’ll be just you and me. we’ll be invincible. nobody can touch us.” he smiles, a genuine one, a mad one and you mirror it. the fire in his eyes is relentless, it electrifies you as much as it warms you. you’ve never loved him more than right now.

“nobody can touch us.”

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Faithless

Eric and Bonnie (Original Character)

Summary: Eric’s only goals in life he set for himself were to finish law school and to protect his little sister, Bonnie. Now having to remain silent all the time while making sure he doesn’t lose her, Eric feels like he was destined to fail in life.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: angst ofc, references to abuse as a child, reference to suicide, mentions of blood, Eric feeling guilty.

Notes: @ceriseheaven you want more Eric fics I hope you like this one💖

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In life, Eric only had two goals for himself. The first one was to go to law school in New York. In his eyes, it would finally make his parents proud of him. Maybe they would finally change their ways and say that they were proud of him, that they knew he could do it. Probably not.

Eric ran away from his parents in Kent to move to a completely different country to pursue a career he’s been told to do since he was a child, if he failed law school, he would fail pleasing his parents and more importantly, he would fail her.

Bonnie, Eric’s little sister. A 5 year old bright and bubbly little girl. Eric remembered the day he became a big brother, vowing to protect her from whatever harm came their way, and in their case, their parents.

When leaving Kent, Eric saw her little brown eyes fill up with tears, her sniffles and little sobs made his heart break. He couldn’t leave her there, with them. When she did something wrong, he took the blame and pain for it. With him gone, what would happen to her? In a last minute decision, he packed her a backpack full of her clothes and most important toys and took her with him.

Protecting Bonnie was Eric’s second goal and the most important to him. He was basically her dad now, since their own mum and dad neglected their role as so called “parents”. He was the one who fed her, read her bedtime stories, comforted her when she was scared, played with her and so much more. He was the parent she needed.

Bonnie was always different from the other kids her age. Not really wanting to make friends and instead resided in the company of her toys and of course, Eric. She would talk to them like they were real people, always stopping when she was imagining them talking back to her. It made Eric smile, knowing she was able to still be a child at her age while he wasn’t able to.

His little apartment was always cluttered with stuffed animals and toys. Every day, Eric would make his way to school, leaving Bonnie to have a long sleep until he came home later in the afternoon. He knew how much sleep meant to her and how it benefited her pain in her legs. On good days, she was able to waddle around his apartment or walk with her pink, glittery crutches. However, on bad days, she was sat in her wheelchair, adorned with glittery Hello kitty stickers while Eric pushed her around, making zooming noises so she would be giggling.

9/10 times, Bonnie had bad days but Eric didn’t mind. He loved pushing her around, turning everything into a game for her while she was squeezing her stuffed rabbit in her arms, making it wear her big round frame glasses. It warmed Eric’s heart, knowing she was able to make fun out of any situation. It was him and her against the world and nothing could stop them.

That’s what it used to be like.

Now, Eric finds himself stood in a subway station, Bonnie asleep in her wheelchair beside him, tired after a fun day out. He stares at the dirty tracks, contemplating finally listening to that nagging thought in the back of his head and stepping in front of a train, finally being free of his pain and pressure he’s being putting on himself since a child. He thought about Bonnie, about picking up her sleeping body and taking her with him, not wanting to leave her all alone again. He couldn’t bear it.

He thought about her, about her waking up to him not being there, wondering where he had gone. Was he playing a game of hide and seek? He didn’t want to think about any of this, it made him feel even more guilty. He’s meant to protect her, to keep her out of harms way. She’s had him wrapped around her little finger since she was born and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

A loud bang outside snapped him out of his thoughts. Eric turned to look at Bonnie, who was now wide awake with a scared expression painted across her chubby face. She covered her ears.

“Dont like loud noises..” she whimpered, her eyes beginning to water and her little lips beginning to quiver. Eric searched in his bag for her headphones, but to no avail.

“Dont worry Bee it was probably just a car outside.” Eric said, trying his best to reassure her. The noise startled him too, but he persevered and tried his best to cheer up his little sister.

That’s when he heard it, the screams of people on the streets outside. Agonising screams that pierced through his ears. He watched as people fell into the subway station, covered in blood and dust. It made his heart stop. What on earth happed outside?

“Someone help us!!” Someone screamed, before being dragged away by the horrifying creature crawling down the station stairs. Eric’s eyes widened, his heart began to bear faster and his breathing quickened. Then he glanced down at Bonnie. She was shaking in fear, tears silently falling down her cheeks as she grabbed onto his hand, clutching it between her smaller hands.

In that moment, Eric scooped Bonnie out of her wheelchair, discarding it as he ran out the other set of stairs in the station, trying his best not to attract the attention of the creature. He heard muffled sobs coming from his chest. Bonnie had her head buried in Eric’s shirt as her tears began to soak the fabric.

“It’s okay bee it’s okay..we’re getting away from the scary creature now..” he whispered to her, trying his best to cradle her in his arms. As he made his way out of the subway station, he froze at the sight in front of him.

Bodies were scattered on the floor, mutilated and painting the pavements a deep crimson. The air was filled with a thick dust as alarms were blaring from a distance. It was a sickening sight and he was so glad Bonnie wasn’t able to see it.

Eric’s main priority was to find shelter for him and Bonnie, ensuring that at least she was safe. That was all that mattered to him and he wouldn’t do anything until he knew she was out of harms reach.

He was able to find another subway station, lights flickering and eerily quiet. He silently made his way down the stairs, holding a now sleeping Bonnie close to his chest. The station was empty, people belongings scattered across the tile floors. After setting Bonnie’s sleeping body down on a bench, he looked around the floor, seeing if he could find anything for them both.

He picked up a small pack of playing cards, quickly checking if they were all still in the box. As a kid, his granddad taught him how to play different card games and showed him different tricks. Eric was always mesmerised by how the tricks worked and now that he knew them off by heart, he was able to show them to Bonnie.

“Hey sleepy bee..” he whispers, sitting down next to her. Bonnie slowly started to sit up, rubbing her tired eyes and letting out a small yawn. She looked up at Eric, her chocolate brown eyes still droopy from her small nap.

Eric shows her the pack of cards, asking her to pick a random card while he dramatically covered his eyes to look away. This made Bonnie giggle. She found it so funny when Eric was being over the top and silly. It was what made Eric himself and Bonnie adored him, seeing him as her dad and most importantly, her hero.

He placed his finger over his lips, silently telling her to be quiet. She frowned but listened to him. After she picked a card, he asked her to place it on top of the deck, beginning to shuffle them.

“Can you tell me what your card was bee?” He quietly asks, smiling.

“Uh..ace of spades??” Bonnie replies, sounding unsure of her answer. It made Eric chuckle. She definitely wasn’t the brightest kid but he loved her as she was.

Eric spread out the deck between both of his hands, the backs of all the cards facing up. All apart from one card.

Ace of spades.

Bonnie gasped, unsure of how her brother was able to know what her card was before she told him. Was he a magician? Maybe he was a psychic and had secret super powers he never told her about! Eric smiled, pretending to take a bow in front of an imaginary crowd. Bonnie picked up her stuffed rabbit, making it clap for Eric. It warmed his heart knowing that even given the current circumstances, he was still able to put a smile on that chubby face of hers.

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Hours had passed since Eric found himself and Bonnie in an abandoned subway station, hiding away from whatever was killing people on the streets.

“It’s only temporary.” He thought, wanting to find a way back to his apartment to he could tuck Bonnie into her bed, read her a story and say that this was all a bad dream. He heard helicopters flying past, telling people to seek shelter and to remain silent. He also heard the monsters running after the helicopters, their screeches piercing through his ears. He covered Bonnie’s ears, making sure she wouldn’t get overwhelmed with the sound or begin to get upset.

Bonnie was now asleep, her little body slumped and resting on Eric’s shoulder, her rabbit slipping away from her grasp as she slept. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to hold her close to him so he knew that she would be safe.

Failure.

That was the word going through Eric’s mind right now. He’s failed everything and everyone. His friends. His family. His career. His education. His sister. He also failed himself, not that he particularly cared about himself but he’s realised that he’s failed his two goals. To finish law school and to protect Bonnie.

There was little faith left in Eric. He now has to worry about keeping quiet and also keeping a 5 year old quiet as well and that was easier said than done. Bonnie never was much of a talker but she always made random noises to break up the silence. Eric thought it was silly but it was what made Bonnie herself.

Eric felt his eyes fill up with tears, his lips began to shake as he tried his best not to start crying so he wouldn’t wake up Bonnie. He stared at a drawing on the floor that she had made a few hours prior. It was a small crayon drawing of Eric and Bonnie and written above Eric were the words “my hero”.

My hero.

Eric was Bonnies hero. He was the one that made her feel better if she fell down and scraped her knee. He was the one who read her bedtime stories, tucking her and her teddys in after she fell asleep. He was the one who played games with her, causing her to squeal and giggle while Eric laughed with her. In Bonnie’s eyes, Eric was her dad, or “dada” as she called him. He stepped up when their own parents didn’t. He was there for her since she was a baby. He was her hero.

That was Eric’s breaking point. Tears fell down his cheeks and silent sobs erupted from his throat. He didn’t feel like a hero, not anymore. How was he a hero when he had to keep both her and him in a subway station just so they wouldn’t get killed? How was he a hero when he couldn’t tell Bonnie that this was just a big game, trying his best to make up a lie that she would believe. He felt helpless, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be able to keep her safe forever. That broke his heart.

Eric had lost all sense of hope, feeling like both him and Bonnie were going to die. He didn’t want that but he felt like it was inevitable. As he held his sleeping sister in his arms, he cried. He knew that if he didn’t find another place to hide, sooner or later they would die. Those creatures would end up finding them and kill them.

There was still a little glimmer of hope that they would be safe. He hoped that that there would be people that would come and save them. Those should be Bonnie’s hero’s, not Eric.

That little glimmer of hope was fading away as the hours went by. No one was coming to save them.

Eric had lost hope in everything, finding no point to even continue with anything. That nagging thought came back again. As much as he tried to push it away, it came back, attaching to him like a parasite.

Eric was meant to do two things in life. Finish law school and look after Bonnie. That was all he felt he was good at. Now given the circumstances, law school was out of the picture. As for Bonnie, he felt like he’d been failing her for years. He was never able to do anything right for her, not in his opinion. Sure, he made her laugh the best he could, but his best didn’t feel good enough anymore.

“I’m sorry I’m failing you bee..” he whispers, keeping his voice low enough to not wake her. “I’m trying hun I really am..I’m really trying my best..” tears fell down his face, feeling himself crumbling and breaking down.

Eric wants to try his best to keep him and Bonnie safe, to try and leave New York and find some place safe for both of them, more importantly her. If he would die trying, it was the risk he was willing to take.

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I hope you enjoyed this fic and my introduction to my oc Bonnie!!💖💖💖

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touch me.

By the lovely @ceriseheaven

I had to make a matching piece for touch her otherwise it would feel incomplete😔

Loved reading the fic and loved making this!!💖💖🫶🫶🫶

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Holy shit when she hit him?! I fear Bro wanted to marry her right then and there🤭

I absolutely love this as much as the first one I’m giggling and kicking my legs and I will be thinking about this for the rest of the day and will very likely make a matching drawing to go with touch her🫶🫶🫶

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

part two to touch her. this is purely smut so you don't have to read the first part but it'll give you some background context to the nature of their relationship and stuff :)

warnings: fem!servant!reader, not at all historically accurate, implied SA but no details (not with geta), sorta dub-con, degrading, possessiveness, knives, cutting, blood, hitting, gore, geta and reader matching each other's freak for 3k words and of course, smut. minors, you are absolutely not welcomed here, LEAVE NOW !!!

this is dedicated to my baby @joejoequinnquinn 🫶🏻

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geta didn’t make you an empress.

but it was exactly as you’ve expected, it’s not like he promised or anything. besides, you know better than to take powerful men for their words. especially the ones uttered in transient desire.

but it was alright. even more than that because now you’ve got him figured out or at least learned more than you used to know and confirmed the things you speculated about.

you were special to him.

you don’t know why and you doubt that he does but for some reason, you are. you’ve become indispensable.

geta has grown more and more attached to you since the day of that meeting with his generals. something about the way you reacted to him mercilessly murdering a man and splattered his blood across your body made his heart flutter in a way it never has before.

he was ruthless, always has been but he never imagined to meet someone as cold blooded as him, especially not a woman.

the audacious grin you had on your face as if your features weren’t covered in a man’s fresh blood as you spoke back to him made as intrigued as it made him furious.

who did you think you are? he thought in a quick rage but most importantly, he loved a challenge, especially one where he has the higher odds of winning and he figured that with you, he’d win either way.

the game was never fair but that didn’t make it any less fun.

geta has been away on a quest and without him, you were left unprotected. yes, the generals would never lay a finger or an eye upon you but that didn’t mean the guards, the gladiators and the other emperors obeyed by the same rule. he was powerful enough to claim you but you weren't his wife. now that he’s gone, it’s a free for all.

once he returned, you had no plans of telling him about what happened during his absence. about the hands that were laid on your body to grab and hold you down. you figured he didn’t need to know or else he’d find out on his own.

he called you in his chamber on the second night of his return as he was in over his head with meetings during his first and you put on his favorite robe on you, a red colored silky garment, the first gift he’s ever given you then made your way to his chamber.

the guards opened the door for you, you recognized one of them. he was new around and he was the one that took advantage of geta’s absence. you snarled at him before stepping in then the door was quickly shut behind you with a loud thud.

“my doll.” geta called, “come to me.” he was sitting by the edge of his bed, sipping on a new thing of booze he acquired from his travels. dressed in nothing.

you took notice of the faint, fresh tan on his usually pastel skin as you approached him, “your majesty.” you bowed for him before getting down on your knees, keeping your head down.

he placed his hand on your cheek, making you look up at him, squeezing your jaw. “what have you done to me?” he asks, the fire in his eyes could bring satan’s hell to shame.

you frowned at him, confused then he continued, “you’ve put a spell on me you filthy whore, haven’t you?” he squeezes your jaw tighter. “you’ve bewitched me, beguiled me, you’re cursed me.”

his thumb and forefinger are digging deeply into your cheek you can practically feel them in-between your teeth before he suddenly withdraws his hand away, leaving you gasping for air.

he chugs down whatever is left in his cup before tossing it across the room, shattering the delicate glass.

“strip.” he commands before you could process his accusations and answer to them and your body obeys him before your mind could get another word in.

“your majesty..”

“not a word!” he yells, his voice echoing in the walls. “i’m sick of you. i’m sick of the way you don’t get out of my head.” he reaches towards his dresser and pulls out his knife, the same one he used to kill that general. it’s sharpened again, the blade is honed and metal gleaming. “you’re gonna pay for it. i’ll make you pay for it.”

your blood turns cold, he’s going to kill you, you gather then he’s quick to grab your arm and pull you up towards him, “get on my cock before i put this in good use.” he twists the knife in his hand as you quickly get on your feet and crawl over on his lap to straddle him.

the blade of his knife is sitting beneath your chin, cold and unwavering in his hand as he adjusts his position. your trembling hands reach down so you can center his hardening member on your slit but not before you stroke him a couple of times, knowing that he usually likes it.

“don’t tease.” the tip of his knife is dangerously close to your neck, tears well up in your eyes as you sink down on his cock.

you could never get used to his size, the thickness and girth of it. no matter how many times you’ve had him, it always feels like a stretch.

“don’t just sit there looking stupid,” his knife-less hand comes down hard on the side of your thigh, spanking you and leaving an immediate sting that makes your tears spill from your eyes. you begin to move in circles above him, slowly bouncing. “yeah.. fuck me.” he whines.

he watches you cry, a smirk plastered on his face. he’s enjoying this. “you’re fucking pathetic.” he groans, removing the knife from against your neck and wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer to his body. you can feel the blade digging into the flesh of your back then feel something thick drip down. you’re bleeding.

your heart pounds in your chest as you bounce on his cock, faster and faster. your movements are clumsy and careless as you’ve never had him in this position before, you don’t really know what you’re doing and he’s doing nothing to help you.

“what have you done to me.. i can’t seem to want other women now.” he says between moans, “can’t even look at them.” he takes your nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over it and suckling like his life depends on it. “you’re the only one i’m craving.” his teeth sink into your sensitive bud for a second and you growl in pain, he sneers at your torment before busying himself with sucking at your tits again, marking and remarking you.

your thighs burn with each bounce but you don’t dare stop. don’t want to stop. the sharpness of the blade, the blood, the pain mixed with the fullness of his throbbing cock pounding inside of you, hitting just the right spot with every thrust and his rough lips on your skin is making your brain go haywire.

you’ve never felt this way before, not with geta, not with any other man. your lower stomach feels as if it’s getting tighter and tighter but heading for a release soon and it hurts so good.

your rhythm becomes more erratic as you chase over that release, not even paying any attention to your emperor anymore. you can see his mouth moving but his voice is just white noise and he’s a distorted figment in your blurry vision.

“are you deaf? i said slow down i don’t want to cum yet.” geta yells as his free hand grabs your hip and forcefully halts your motions, cutting off the string of intensity you were after, the only thing that made the pain worth it and you see nothing but red in that second.

you don’t even feel yourself do it but your hand raises itself and comes down to strike geta across his cheek, hard enough to make his whole face turn to the side and to leave an imprint of each of your five fingers on his skin. your turn to mark him.

in the spur of a mystifying moment, his palm unclenched and dropped the knife he held to your back on top of the mattress and you quickly grabbed it and held it over his neck before he could even turn to look at you.

“i don’t care for what you said,” you snarled at him, pushing the razored edge until it’s sitting right against his jugular vein. “you’re going to lay back and keep your mouth shut until i’m done with you, understood?”

geta stares at you, astounded and incandescent at your confidence, your fury, you sudden dominance and he’s never felt such a rush of blood travel to his cock like right now. he could almost die in that moment and he’d die a happy man.

“yes, your majesty.” geta whimpers as you clench around him. his cheek where your fist impacted him burns and he’d do anything to get you to hit him again but with a knife to his neck and a command to keep quiet, he knows better than to utter another word.

you keep your hand steady as you begin to rock back and forth on his member again, the hairs on the valley of his lips grazing against your cilt with each stroke. if you had to kill him to keep feeling this way, you’d do it in a heart beat but you’ll be merciful and keep him around for now.

“oh my.. geta..” you moan, bouncing on him at your own pace, for the first time not caring about his pleasure or what he might want. this is about you now.

his eyes roll to the back of his head, turns out your pace works better for him too. that and the complete surrender of power have him breathless. his balls tighten when he feels you squeeze your wet walls around him, he writhes beneath you and the tip of the knife accidentally brushes against his neck, missing his jugular vein by less than an inch. it’s a light scratch on his skin but the edge is sharpened enough to make him bleed.

he feels a stinging pain but he doesn’t care and you couldn’t even care even if you tried.

not when a fervent recoil snaps in your lower tummy, making you let out a blaring bawl as a white hot feeling washes over you. you shut your eyes and drop the knife, putting both your hands palm down on his chest, scared that if you’ll fall, the feeling will escape you and you’ll never catch it again.

geta watches you, all feelings of resentments he forced himself to harbor for you disappearing out of his vicious soul, replaced by complete and utter astonishment. you look magnificent, he thought to himself, he was awestruck by you, the way you’re drowned in your pleasure, he doesn’t even exist to you anymore.

he finishes seconds after you, your own rapture was the push he needed to get his release, filling you up with his seed until he’s got nothing left, it leaks out of you mixed with your juices, spilling on his hips and the insides of his thighs.

“doll..” he whispers, sounding more like a question and his voice anchors you down to earth again, your mind slowly slipping out of it’s trance.

you let your body fall against his chest, burying your head in his bloodied neck, staining your face as you breathe him in.

geta remains unmoved as you settle your body with his, getting comfortable. he’s not used to comfort or intimacy. he doesn’t know what to do, not until you tell him.

“touch me.”

his arms move by themselves and wrap around you, his fingers trace the cut he made in your lower back and you wince in his hold, he smirks. old habits.

“nobody’s ever made me feel this way before.” you purr into his neck.

“you feel good?”

“hmm.. i needed this, especially after what happened with your guard two days ago.” you say giggling, still not in your right mind or fully aware of your words.

geta frowns, turning his head to the side to get a look at you but it does nothing to ease his confusion, you’re all fucked out and smooth brained right now. “what happened with my guard two days ago? what exactly do you mean?”

his hand squeezes your waist and you realize how you fucked up. you almost want to lie and make something up but then a thought hits you, if you tell geta what happened with the guard, he’ll kill him.

and do you really want that bastard alive?

the tips of your fingers dance across his chest, “your trusted guard came into my chamber the other day when i was sleeping and he..”

before you could finish your sentence, geta’s up and sat. you whine at the loss of warmth and fullness, your mixed climaxes seep out your pussy and onto your thighs.

“which one?” he asks through gritted teeth. “which one?!”

“i don’t know his name but he just got here, the new one.” he leaves the bed, leaving you by yourself on his crimson stained sheets. “i’m not done telling you what happened!” you chuckle, watching him grab his robe and wear it distractedly.

“i’ve heard enough.” he utters, taking heavy steps towards his door and flings it open.

you hear him invite the guard into the room and nestle on his pillow all placid and calm. happy thoughts infiltrate your brain as you think you’re gonna watch him kill for you again. you can’t help but smile.

the guard is as stiff as a rock when he walks in, you could hear his terrified heart beating from across the room as geta makes him take all of his metal armor off.

“do you know why you’re here?” geta asks, keeping his composure as much as he could.

“i do not, your majesty.”

“did you hear that, doll?” geta says, “he doesn’t know why he’s here.” he mocks and snickers, making you laugh as well. “i’ll let you know why you’re here.”

the guard keeps his head down as geta circles him, “you’re here because those who play with what isn’t theirs, get punished. so tell me, what have you been playing with?”

you sit up from your comfortable laying position, figured you’d want to watch and savor every second of this.

“nothing, your majesty.” the guard says, nervous sweat sliding down his forehead from his hair.

geta sighs, “you see my problem is i think you’re lying.” he puts his hand on the guard’s shoulder, forcing him to stare into his infuriated eyes where violence is born. “i think you’ve been playing with my doll while i was gone.” he turns his back to the guard, walking back to you on the bed where his knife is.

this is it, you think, he’s going to do it now. you bite your lip to control your wide grin.

“and i don’t take kindly to those who play with my doll..” he picks up the knife and cleans up the blade with his robe, “but for you i’ll make an exception. care to know why?”

the guard sighs in relief, thinking he’s off the hook, that he’s the chosen one, the only one geta will finally share you with, “why, your majesty?”

“because if you got to play with my doll..” geta stands next to where you’re sat, his free hand cradling your face and you lean into his palm. “i think it’s only fair if she gets to play with you.”

he smiles at the guard as he places the knife in your hand.

perplexed, you look up at him speechlessly and he motions to the guard with his head, “he’s all yours. have fun with him.” he closes your fingers around the handle and pulls you to your feet.

you struggle to stand for a second, your legs still weak and your thighs burn but it’s the least thing you care about now as you look to the guard whose eyes are nearly popping out of their sockets.

“your majesty.. your majesty please whatever she told you is a lie! she’s a lying whore i didn’t do anything with her! your majesty you have to believe me.” he begs, backing up as you walk towards him, toying with the knife.

geta hums to himself, pouring red wine into a golden chalice and sitting back on the bed, not paying any mind to what the guard is saying. his eyes fixated on you as you leisurely strut, swaying your hips.

“i’m not the one you need to beg to.” geta says casually, “i’m not doing a thing. she’s holding the weapon.” he sips on his drink, “beg her for mercy.”

the guard stares as you, tears streaming down his face in fours. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i made a mistake please forgive me i didn’t mean it i’m sorry i beg you! be merciful on me please my lady ple..”

he didn’t get to finish his plea before the knife punctured his stomach, his mouth hung open and his hand flew to where you stabbed him.

“why aren't you wearing your armor?” you say with a fake pout, pulling the knife out, an act that took a lot more strength than you thought it would, “you asked for this.” then stabbing him right in his dick making him scream and fall to the ground, pulling you down with him.

you force him on his back and pull out the knife again only to hammer it down over and over and over again in various parts of his body. his stomach, his chest, his balls, everywhere except his heart. you don’t want him to die yet, he doesn’t get to go easy. you’ll make it last as long as you can, make sure he feels every last drill to his body. his screams sound like a lullaby to your ears.

geta watches you, grinning like a cheshire cat as the blood splattered across the marble floor and splashes against your skin, red is your color, he thinks, taking the last sip of his wine before getting up and searching his drawers for something.

you continue to stab the guard even after you were sure he’s crossed the line to the land of the dead. your arms hurt but you can’t stop. having rage is one thing and letting it out is another. you could easily see yourself getting addicted to this.

after delivering the final stab, right into the guard’s right eye, you leave the knife there, too exhausted to move it as you try to catch your breath.

geta walks over to you and crouches down by the pool of blood and the mutilated body laying in it then hands you his chalice, filled with more wine and you chug it wordlessly. he watches you, his bottom lip bitten to conceal his smile. “i knew there was something special about you.” he says. “i knew you're a good girl.”

you smirk, leaving the chalice on the floor, “so i can get ahead of myself and think you care for me now?”

he laughs, taking your blood soaked left hand in his and slips a gold ring with a ruby crystal on your ring finger, “and what kind of man would i be if i didn’t care for my empress? my wife?”

you search his face, waiting for the ball to drop, for him to laugh in your face, confess that this is all a cruel joke but it doesn’t happen. his face is sincere. well, as sincere as he could get.

“so? what do you say?” he thumbs the ring on your finger, awaiting your response.

wasting no time in useless conversation, you wrap your arms around his neck and put your lips on his, kissing him with fervid desire.

he’s never kissed you before, it’s too intimate for him but hell, if he’s marrying you, he soon has to learn that not everything will always go as he pleases.

he can taste the metallic tang of blood on your mouth as his tongue enters it, playing with yours and moving in a sync you’ve never imagined is possible for him.

even sooner you learned, he’s more than okay with things going your way.

and now that he's seen you gut a man, he thinks it's for the better if things go your way. for both your sakes and all of rome's.

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Treasure.

Warnings: This is definitely not historically accurate but I’ll try my best😭 18+ so MDNI!! Emperor geta x fem!reader, Geta is possessive asf, P in v smut, loss of virginity, fingering, breeding kink, creampie, Geta and reader are newly married.

Word count: 1.4k

Notes: This is my first proper time writing a fanfic so I hope it’s alright and you enjoy it!!🫶🫶

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“You seem nervous.” Geta spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts. You set eyes on your new husband, his back facing you as he set down the chalice of wine he held in his hand.

Your eyes scanned the chambers now belonging to you and him, dimly lit with candles casting a shadow over Geta. The nervous pit in your stomach grew more and more unbearable as time went on. Finally, his eyes met yours.

“Should I be nervous?” You muttered. He smirked at you, his dark eyes gazing into yours and scanning the rest of your body, practically undressing you with his eyes. You wore a white tunic adorned with a golden belt tied around your waist, your wrist covered with a golden bracelet and now a golden ring on your finger.

To Geta, you were an angel sent from the heavens themselves. He felt proud to call you his wife, proud he got to call you his before any other man could. To him, you were his treasure, his most prized possession and his empress.

“Of course not. I won’t hurt you.” He smiled at you, running his hand across your soft skin. You felt his calloused fingers run down your face, his cold rings making you shiver. You looked up at him, smiling back at him. His thumb grazed across your bottom lip. You could feel your face growing warm, the nervous feeling in your stomach disappearing and being replaced with arousal.

He cupped your face in his hand and interlocked his lips with yours, sharing a passionate kiss. His lips felt soft against your own, the sweet but bitter taste of wine now invading your mouth. It felt intoxicating, sharing an intimate moment with your new husband felt comforting to you but the slight ache between your legs grew more agonising the more time he spent kissing you.

His hand left your face, moving to your shoulder and slipping the fabric down and then down to your belt, untying the knot and letting it fall down onto the floor, your tunic pooling around you shortly afterwards.

You felt vulnerable. There you were, completely exposed and at his mercy. You felt his soft lips leave yours and watched as he took a step back to look at you. He looked you up and down, the smile on his face clear as day.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He said, lust dripping from his voice. Those last two words made your knees weak.

“All mine.”

He was right, you were all his. You were his empress, his wife, the mother to his future children. You were his and belonged to no one else. You were his to fuck. To claim. To breed. If anyone else were so much as to look in your direction, he would kill them with his own hands.

“I’m all yours..” you mutter, arousal pooling between your thighs. He grinned, leading you to the bed now belonging to you and him.

“Lay down.” He commanded, beginning to take off his own garments. You obeyed, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him undress. You began to feel nervous again. There was no denying that Geta has had sex before. You on the other hand, were still a virgin. Geta could see the panic on your face and speaks up.

“Don’t worry. We’ll start slow so it wont hurt. I wouldn’t dream of hurting a pretty girl like you.” He reassured you, the praise causing you to hold back a moan. He finally finished untying his belt, also letting his robes fall to the floor. Your eyes immediately went down to his cock. Now you understood why he carried himself with confidence.

He was thick, not too big but big enough to make you feel nervous and he was fully hard, the tip red and angry resting against his stomach leaking precum.

Your eyes widened, brows furrowing in worry as you now realised that this was truly happening, you were about to lose your virginity. Geta walked up to you and sat down next to you, pressing soft kisses on your jawline and down your neck, causing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

“Relax and let me make you feel good” he groaned, his hand caressing your body, resting on your stomach, his rings making you jump.

“Soon enough you will be carrying our heir. The future emperor of Rome.” He whispers in your ear, his warm breath causing you to shiver. He leans down, pressing a kiss onto your stomach and kissing up your body, your tits and eventually back to your neck.

His hand wandered further down until it was between your legs, lightly grazing his fingers across your cunt, causing you to moan out. It was music to his ears. He wanted to make you a moaning mess only for his ears to hear, only for him. It made him proud, knowing he would be the one making you moan and whine in pleasure, knowing he would be the one making you cum around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasms.

His index finger pressed against your clit, beginning to rub it in slow circular motions. Your head fell back and moans of pleasure began to fall out of your mouth. You felt your body grow weak.

“You’re doing to well for me.” He said, a smirk growing on his face as he took his finger off your clit and pressed it against your entrance, feeling your slick coat his fingers. He slowly pushed his finger inside of you, causing you to yelp out. It hurt but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as he began moving his finger in and out of you, quickly finding that spot within you that made you grip onto his arm.

You could feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter as he inserted another finger, his palm bumping against your clit. His eyes were dark with lust as his gaze met yours, lips interlocking with one another’s as you came undone with his fingers.

He moved away from you, removing his fingers from you and bringing them up to his mouth, tasting the slick coating them. You whined at the empty feeling but could not take your eyes off the sight in front of you.

“You taste divine.” He says, removing his fingers from his mouth and moving so he’s situated between your thighs, gazing down at his lovely wife. He gathered your arousal on his fingers and coated it on his cock, adjusting himself so he is pressed against your entrance.

“You’ll feel great I promise.” He whispers, slowly pushing himself inside of you, causing you to whimper in pain while he bottomed out. He took his time, letting you adjust to him inside of you before slowly thrusting in and out.

Moans began falling out of your mouth as your hands gripped the bedsheets, your tits bouncing with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his hips, wanting him to be closer to you.

Geta was watching you unravel right in front of him, watching how your tits bounced every time he thrusted into you, watching how your eyes rolled back in pleasure. It made him proud, knowing he was finally claiming you as his own. He could feel his own orgasm building up as he moved his hand to rub fast circles on your clit as he quickened his pace.

The knot in your stomach became unbearable as your sounds of ecstasy grew louder, your hands gripping to Geta’s arms.

“Go on. Cum for me.” He moans out, causing the knot to snap and for you to come undone around his cock, twitching in pleasure. Geta’s thrusts began to grow sloppy as he unravels in front of you, spilling his seed inside your pussy.

A few moments pass and you are both a sweaty, panting mess. He pulls out of you and watches the cum leak out from you, scooping it up and pushing it back inside you with his fingers. You quietly moaned at the sensation.

“Can’t have any go to waste can we?” He smiled. You slowly shook your head, eyes growing tired as your body begins to feel heavy. Geta lies down next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses your cheek.

“You did so well for me.” He mumbled into your ear, his hot breath feeling comforting as you both begin feeling tired. His hand finds its way to your stomach again, rubbing small and slow circles around it. You feel your eyes begin to close as you hear your husband say something before you drift off to sleep.

“My perfect treasure.”

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I really hope you enjoyed reading this I loved making it and hopefully I will write more soon!!This is my first fic so it may not be as good as ones I write in the future but I’m super proud of it!!💖💖

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Finally got around to writing an emperor geta x reader fic of my own I’m praying it won’t take me forever but I’m loving it so far🤭🤭

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touch her.

Emperor Geta x reader fic by the lovely @ceriseheaven

I absolutely loved reading this she is such a talented writer and I loved drawing this!!💖💖

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He looks so fed up😔🫶🫶🫶

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When looking at Geta and Caracalla in the trailer, it looks like Geta may be the eldest of the two and here are my thoughts why:

I think the body language could be a giveaway. When looking at Caracalla, his eyes seem to be looking at other people whereas Geta’s eyes are set on what is on front of him. Geta also looks like he carries himself with more confidence and power while Caracalla seems like he is living in his brothers shadow.

His facial expressions also display a childlike manner, most likely showing his immaturity. For exapmple, when the bow gets shot near the two of them, Geta looks startled but Caracalla looks like he is screaming and seems more startled and is sort of cowering in fear. Contrastingly, Geta seems more cold and suppresses his emotions, saving them for when he is riled up or anticipating something (like for example the end scene of the trailer).

Analysis aside, I think this film will be a very interesting one to watch and I will be impatiently waiting for November to arrive😔

*this is just my own analysis and what I believe so do with it what you will❤️*

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He looks so deranged and I love him for that<3

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Looking scary but still a cutie😰🤭🫶🫶

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Oh my god. Just had to compose myself but I am obsessed!!🤭 <3

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

warnings: fem!servant!reader, not at all historically accurate bc idgaf i'm just horny, set in the roman times, stabbing, blood, possessiveness kink, free use, sorta dub-con i think, i don't even know anymore okay? just leave your feminism at the door and minors LEAVE !!!!

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you didn’t mind your life as geta’s servant too much.

he wasn’t perfect by any means, hell, he wasn’t even kind but he was better than other emperors, better than his own brother. at least in your eyes.

you were working merely as a maid before he saw you picking out flowers, per your superiors request, on his walk and ended up taking you right there against a tree.

“you belong to me now. understand?” he hissed as he thrust into you one final time, unloading his heavy load inside of you, marking you. “say it.”

you hesitated at first, thinking about your superiors but then it hit you, he’s the emperor, he’s the one who makes the call, makes the rules, he’s the superior.

“i belong to you, your majesty.” you told him as you fixed your clothes. he grabbed a hold of your face,

“you’ll come to my chamber tonight.” squeezing your cheeks a little too hard, making your lips pout out. “i’m not done with you.”

you nodded, hardly and he let go of your face and left you in the garden to collect yourself and your scattered thoughts.

since then, it became a routine for you to go to his chamber every other night. he’d fuck you until you’re bruised and full then send you out before you could get your robe on.

he was rough and mean. he bit, marked and spanked you. but you didn’t mind it. a part of you secretly liked it, not that you’d ever tell him. you don’t talk to him unless he addressed you.

but you liked his touch, as vicious as it was.

you also liked knowing that you were his favorite. as stupid as it makes you sound, it made you feel special knowing he asks for you.

he had other girls, sure. but it was you he calls for when he’s had a horrible day and wants a release. it was you he wants after an argument with his generals goes south. it was you he needs to feel control, to feel balanced, to feel good.

but the thing that made you realize you were his favorite was the way he didn’t share you like the other girls or like his brother does.

geta was possessive. you noticed it in the way he doesn’t share his fine wines, his gold treasures and his ideas until they’re brilliant for torture. he keeps his things to himself.

unlike his brother who has a flow of his servants going through his generals like a river.

geta let the other girls go too, he didn’t care for them. but god help who dares to lay an eye let alone a finger on you.

so you figured, maybe it wasn’t too foolish to think he may care for you.

today he called in while he was at a meeting with his generals, which wasn’t unusual. he often had you there to sit by his side, pour him his liquors and to have you close by if something went wrong and he needed an outlet.

you walked in and you could feel the tension in the room, could cut it with a knife if you had one on you.

geta looked up at you from his throne, “there you are, come here.” he beckoned you, a devious smile drawn on his face as you walked towards him.

he grabbed your hips and pulled you close, to stand between his legs once you were within arms’ reach. “this right here is my doll.” he says, to nobody, to everybody. “one day, she’ll give rome an heir.” his hands roam your body as your hair stands on ends. he often says that but you know it isn’t true, to give birth to an heir you needed to be his wife and there was no way an emperor would marry a servant.

you don’t say a thing though, just allow yourself to indulge in the idea for a second.

“sit down.” he orders, his hands pull you into his lap then he keeps them firmly on your hips, it hurts a bit since he bruised them last night so you bite your lip.

“why’s everyone quiet? we’re not done yet.” he declares, his voice steady and his gaze is fire as he stares around at his generals. all of whom have their eyes turned down, they know better than to look.

see, as possessive as geta was, he loved nothing more than to show off. to remind everyone that they’ll never have what he has, that’s why he wears his finest clothes and golds, why he drinks his richest spirits, why he brought you here, sat you on his lap and begun to pull your silk garments down, exposing your body to the room full of men who’ll never have you and never dare to dream to.

one of his hands was groping your tit, kneading at it with his palm, stroking and squeezing your sensitive nipple, hardening it between his calloused fingers while his other hand was buried between your thighs.

two of his thick, ringed fingers thrusted inside your cunt at once and you silently gasped, holding back a moan at the sudden fullness, coarseness. he kept pumping them in then out of you just when you got used to the stretch.

you knew he wasn’t doing it for your pleasure, he couldn’t care less about pleasing you, he’s doing it just to prove that he could. yet still, even with the graceless feel of his touch, you felt yourself melting on top of him, your back hitting his chest, your body completely left at his disposal, he could do whatever he wanted to you and you’d let him.

geta’s gaze fell upon you when he felt your eyes on his face, they’re usually ruthless and demented but once he noticed the tenderness you’re looking at him with, like he’s some sort of a savior, you could swear you saw his eyes soften for just about a second before he got that look of pure insanity in them once more. he squeezed your nipple again, hard enough to make you writhe in his lap, bite your lip and draw blood.

“are you entertained, general? do you like what you see?” geta spits out suddenly and your eyes catch one of the generals staring at you, well, at your body with a trace of indisputable lust. you know that look in men’s faces too well.

the general quickly looks down, shaking his head. “i’m sorry your majesty, my eyes.. slipped.”

“your eyes slipped?” geta mocked, “so you’re not thinking about how sweet it would be to get your cock wet in my pretty doll?”

you fight the urge to smile, he never called you pretty before.

“answer me, general.” he yells.

“no your majesty, that’s your servant i would never dare to.” the poor general keeps his gaze down, fixated on his feet. the others don’t dare to lift their heads as well.

“what if i told you it’s alright?” geta smirks, “look up.” he orders and the general obeys, keeping his confused eyes strictly upon geta despite how difficult it is to not let them drift to the naked girl on his lap. “if you want her, you can have her.”

“your majesty..” the general senses a trick and tries to protest but geta interrupts him,

“a pretty face.. a tight cunt,” he pulls his fingers out of you and you whine quietly at the sudden emptiness then he brings them to your lips so you’d suck the messy juices you’ve left on them and you immediately take them in your mouth and start to clean them up, “obedient.” he smirks at you before returning his attention back to the general, “what else could a man want?”

“nothing, your majesty.” the general mutters nervously.

“come here then.” geta says slyly, “you’ve been stealing glances at her tits for weeks so be a man, come here and have your way with her.” he takes his fingers out of your mouth once they’re all clean and circles your nipple with them, wetting it while keeping his eyes on the general. “she’s all yours.”

you hate the way your heart breaks at his words but mostly hate that you were once stupid enough to believe you might’ve been special to him, that you were more than just a whore he’s using to keep him pleased until his empress comes around and he tossed you out like all the other that came before you.

you fight back the tears in your eyes, holding them in and through your blurry vision, you see the general approaching closer, biting his lip. you can see his hesitation, he still doesn’t know if this is a trick or not and honestly neither do you but it doesn’t feel like a trick anymore.

“your majesty..” he protests one more time,

“touch her.” geta commands.

you closed your eyes, as if that could keep his clammy hands away, and waited for the the contact of his hands on your skin, anticipating it anxiously but it never came.

instead, you felt something warm and thick splash across your body and face.

for a second you were scared to open your eyes especially after the wild gasps you heard from all around the room but then you realized there’s no escaping so you counted to three and opened them only to see that you’re covered in blood and so is geta.

your gaze fell to his hand where you saw him clutching a knife, the one you oftentimes saw him sharpening in his chamber then your eyes hit the floor where you saw the general laying in a pool of his own blood, seeping out from a gaping hole in his neck.

he coughed out a few times, dry and rough before soon enough he was laying there with his eyes open, as unmoved as an abandoned seashell.

“we’re done here. you’re all dismissed.” geta announces, the generals leave one by one, the look of horror still fresh on their faces. geta thinks if you look at him, he’ll find the same frightened look on your face but he pays you no mind as he cleans the blade of his knife with your silk fabric.

“you killed him.” you say, for the first time speaking without being spoken to first. “you killed him for me.”

geta snorts, “don’t let it get to your head, i don’t like sharing, that’s all.”

“you’re alright with sharing the other servants, why not me?” you ask, suddenly getting bold.

he looks at you, fury in his eyes but amusement at the same time. “you just said it, doll. they’re servants.” his bloodied hands cup your face, wiping away a droplet of blood before it trickles down your cheek.

“and what am i?” you don’t try to suppress your smile this time, as foolish as that is.

geta stares at your wild grin before bringing his eyes back to yours, you hold his mad gaze, unafraid. you stunned him, impressed him, passed your test. he smirks back.

“the future empress of rome.”

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tags: @hazzaismyreligion @fantastic-fox @sugarheart-riot @phyllosilicate-s @becca-alexa @quinnsfae14 @munson-enthusiast @lovinvane @ficsbypix @josephfakingquinn @munsonluvrr @eddies-puppet @mattyhealyssideburn @flawiette @joeydoeeyes @ho-for-joequinn-fics @etherealxwitch @dianaaxoxo @nay1234ttyy @lindamujer444 @joejoequinnquinn