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the people’s princess

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my type: pretty boys who are professors, FBI special agents, ex-con, probably autistic and have real puppy eyes

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i lvoe how hugh dancy always played silly friendly characters in comedy or historical movies ……. and then theres will graham

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1x09 "Trou Normand"

- Fletcher Marshall. Murdered in 1973. Beaten to death right in Grafton. His grave was robbed five days ago. - No-one convicted of killing him? - Not yet.

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#This all happened under 10 minutes in the first episode of the first season btw

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The Poet

Lucius Verus x Reader request: no gif credits: @pauls-mescal (gifs aren't mine, please don't mistake them with the original owner) divider credits: @adornedwithlight @cafekitsune Summary: Y/n catches the eye of the famed gladiator poet, Lucius. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rough sex, love poem reciting, love declarations, talking of running away, oral sex (f receiving) Word Count: 2k Disclaimer: I don't own Gladiator II or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by Christabelle Marbun - Salvation

dt : @willowpains

Watching the gladiator in the arena fight, Y/n observed him with interest. He knew he was being watched more closely than before, putting on a show for the woman who captured his eye. He swung his swords and slashed and tore into the muscles and flesh of his opponents. Blood spattered across his face as he let out a chorus of guttural cries. The crowd cheered and chanted his name Y/n clapped as she stood, throwing a flower for him to catch, which he did effortlessly, bringing the soft textured flora to his nose as he breathed in the sweet scent. He wondered if she smelt the same, his eyes trailing over her body. Though it was covered in a dress, the design left little to non-existent imagination. Smirking, he bowed explicitly to the woman as he left the arena. His head gazed over his shoulder to look at her once more; she smiled as she kissed her fingers, blowing them to him—a light chuckle emitting from his lips as another gladiator slapped his back. “Ah, Hanno, my friend, I see a woman has captured your eye, huh? Quite the beauty.” He remarked with a laugh. “Perhaps she may call upon you to entertain her. Serve her well enough you may find yourself no longer needing to sleep in the cells. Though I doubt much sleeping would happen in her bed, you’ll be too preoccupied fucking her to even think about sleeping.”

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Following the guards to a bedchamber and shoved inside harshly, the doors behind were closed loudly. He could barely take in his new surroundings when he heard a sweet voice fill the room. “I wondered if you followed the guards here without knowing where you were being led.” Turning around with his hands behind his back, his blue eyes fell upon the woman who captured his interest when he fought in the Colosseum. “You are an extraordinary gladiator. You are full of…𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞. I can see it in your eyes. The way you fight it is brutal and violent. Something the Emperors love witnessing in their games; it keeps them entertained for the most part. Though, they are always more interested in when their favourites win and not a gladiator of not their choosing. However…” She paused as she stood before him, her fingers raised to brush his jaw. “You have become a favourite already, the poet gladiator they call you.” She smiled; Lucius tilted his head back, looking down as a smirk built on his lips. “I have no care for what they think of me. Nor do I want their favouritism. But perhaps this gladiator is more interested in why a woman such as yourself has asked him here tonight?” He asked with a heated stare. “I want to become more acquainted with you, Hanno. I have heard them call you, and I admit there is something about you that I’m drawn to. I’m not entirely sure what it is quite yet, but consider me…𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.”

Lucius’ smirk grew, his eyes cast down briefly before flickering back to meet her eyes. “And does my lady have a name? Or should she remain nameless for the evening?” A light giggle fell from her pouted lips, leaning up to graze her lips against his. “Y/n, my dear Hanno” She told him her name; Lucius secured her waist in his hold, pulling her flush to his chest. “Y/n…hmm.” Her name rolled off his tongue; the sudden contact made her gasp as she rested her hands on his chest. “You should understand something. My true name is Lucius.” Y/n tilted her head to the side, a crease in her brow. “As in Lucilla’s long lost son Lucius. The son of Maximus? Even more interesting.” She purred, her fingers working up his throat. Lucius grinned, pulling her leg up to his waist. “And tell me…𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬. Do you fuck like you fight?” She whispered, her lips barely touching his. Lucius let out a low growl, his tongue darting out to swipe her bottom lip. “That is the only way I know how. However, I do not think you can handle me at my roughest. Would hate to break you.” He rubbed his cheek along hers, breathing in her sweet bath oils. “I would like you to give it a try.” Y/n gripped his tunic in her hands. Their eyes met in a lust-filled gaze. Lucius picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed; he threw her on as he held her face; their mouths clashed in a hot, messy kiss. “Want you to take all your frustrations out on me, want you to let go. Use me.” Y/n spoke between kisses. Lucius’s teeth pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, and his tongue smoothed over to soothe the bite. Pulling her head back to expose her neck, Lucius decorated her neck with bruising marks, a mix of lips and teeth. Running his tongue over to ease the sting, Y/n moaned, clutching his body as she let Lucius continue his rough assault. Working down, Lucius left no exposed part of her skin untouched, covering her with his marks, his body. 𝐇𝐢𝐦.

Sleep with me. Worship me. Pray like I'm your god

Pushing her up to the top of the bed, Lucius crawled between her parted legs. Rough palms ran up and down her soft legs, thumbs tracing teasing strokes along her inner thighs. Removing his tunic, Y/n admired his toned body before he flicked up her dress lying between her legs and pulled her toward him. Not having a chance to speak, Lucius’ mouth came in contact with her dripping cunt. Ravaging her like a caged lion, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair. Rolling her hips against his tongue, her eyes fell on the man between her legs. More like a beast, he held her down by her waist, his growls and moans pulsing through her core. With each stroke of his tongue and movement of his head, the burn of his beard sent shocks of pleasure rippling through her body. Writhing underneath him, Lucius dug his fingers into her flesh, a silent warning for her to stop moving. “Gods! Yes!” Y/n cried out, her free hand sweeping her dress higher up her body as Lucius crawled further up her body. His tongue lapped at her swollen clit, alternating between flicking and sucking with a ravenous need.

Treat us like. It's blasphemy. Pray we don't get caught. Let me be your only choice.

Contorting her body, Y/n tried her hardest to keep her body still, but the overpowering sensations sent her mind into a haze. Her skin pricked from the heat of the summer air. Lucius swept her up and pushed her to the headboard of her bed. The sudden lift and fall took the air from her lungs as Lucius’ blue eyes flashed to meet her eyes. Pulling away briefly to see his wolfish grin, Lucius winked before diving back in and smothering his face in her arousal, coating his lips and chin. Both of Y/n’s hands held his head in place as she ground her hips. The tip of his nose nudged her clit whilst his tongue was occupied, slurping noisily at her entrance. The sinful noises made her grow wetter, and to Lucius’ delight, he savoured every drop like the finest wine. Pulling away from a breath, Lucius grinned. “You taste exceptionally sweet, my goddess.” He breathed, his voice thick with desire. Y/n pushed him back down, which Lucius happily complied with and, with his expert tongue movements, left Y/n’s legs shaking with her impending climax threatening to spill. “Lucius” Her broken moan filled her bedchamber, her body convulsing with pleasure as her peak crashed like a wave hitting a rock cliff. Lucius’ muffled sounds of happiness made Y/n’s heart flutter, her eyes observing him turn carnal; even through her aftershocks of pleasure, he didn’t let up. Drawing out her pleasure for as long as he could. Once satisfied, Lucius sat up, removing his tunic and revealing his torso to her eyes; his tan and toned body made her eyes light up. Reaching out to trace the old and new scars that decorated his body from his fighting. Lucius watched her in silence, his breathing heavy as she inched closer, kissing the wounds along his lower torso and working her way up his chest. Lucius’ eyes closed at the gentle affection, his hand threading through her hair as he pulled Y/n to face him with his mouth, claiming hers in another passionate-filled kiss. “I heard you are also a poet. Or have I heard wrong?” Y/n murmured between kisses. A smile broke on Lucius’ face as he recited a famous love poem by Virgil while peppering kisses along Y/n’s jaw and neck. “𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.”

I'll deny you of salvation. I'll be the reason you repent.

Kiss me like I'm a conviction. Beg for divinity in my breath.

Lying her back down, Lucius’ forehead grazed Y/n’s; their breaths cut the silence that filled the room as Lucius grasped behind her knee, pulling her down. A startled gasp tumbled from her as Lucius grinned at her surprise, lining himself at her entrance. He dragged the head of cock along her folds before burying himself to the hilt in one thrust. Lucius’ muscles flexed under Y/n’s touch while gripping her headboard firmly; her fingertips caressed his shoulder blades. “Please, Lucius.” She pleaded, her voice needy as Lucius grunted lowly, his other hand holding a bruising grip on her waist, giving her what she wanted. Lucius fucked her into her bed, full of rage and power, just like he fought in the arena. Merciless and unforgiving. Her choked moans and gasps of his name drove him insane, the filthy sounds of skin slapping mingling with pathetic whines and hunger-filled groans. Changing angle and laying himself firmly on top of her allowed Lucius to fuck her deeper; the pressure of his cock sliding in and out of her tight walls, hitting her sweet spot, made her cunt pulse with each forceful thrust Lucius could muster. “For once, the gods have been kind, given me both a woman and cunt sweeter than anything I’ve had the pleasure of revelling in. I fear I won’t part with you after this, sweet goddess.” Lucius moaned, his once bright blue eyes darkened to near pools of black, sweat beading along his hairline. Y/n released a gentle laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Then do not part from me.” She sighed, her head colliding with her pillow, her hair falling around her like a halo.

“Lucius, I cannot, it’s too much.” She yelped at the harsh roll of his hips, meeting hers, tracing his fingers under her breast. Lucius laughed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Hold out for me, sweet goddess. Want you to come undone with me. Want to see you fall apart beneath me.” His voice strained with desperation, delivering a few more shallow thrusts, his thumb dipping between their bodies and rubbing her clit with a rough massage; a shattered cry came from Y/n’s parted lips as she came around Lucius’ cock, the gladiator’s harsh grip on the headboard gave way as he tore the wood from the frame as he finished inside her coating her womb with ropes of his seed. Their bodies pulse with waves of euphoria, the thin layers of sweat adorning their skin as Lucius carefully removed himself, collapsing beside Y/n. Laboured breaths came from both as they stared at the top of the bedding frame. “When I become a free man, I intend to declare my undying love for you before the people of Rome. Then take you far away from here and make you my wife.” Lucius spoke; the rasp in his voice made her shudder, his lips grazing her neck. His tongue licked the shell of her ear, and a breathy moan came from his chest. “And I then, from every day on, I will fuck you raw until you are unable to walk.”

Let my hands be your chapel. Treat my screams like your Bible. Falsely worship at my feet. Question your belief in me. Let me be your only choice.