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xxchumanixx · 3 months ago

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Possessions

Marcus Acacius x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: This is smut without context. Minors do not interact!, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), Marcus is freaking possessive.

Word count: tba

Authors note: Ahem. It's crazy what Pedro alone does to me. I'm telling you, my whole tumblr is flooded with him and his characters. It's crazy. Anyways, enjoy this biscuit! As always: Not proofread yet!

Enjoy!

Rome was all you could have possibly dreamed of.

Lavish festivities, Gladiator fights.

Marcus Acacius.

You had met him during festivities held by the emperors, drawing his gaze like no women had in a very long time.

Not since his wife and son had died.

He was instantly captivated by you. Your beauty, your grace. The way you wouldn't act like all the other ladies of a higher rank. You cared for the people around you, even your staff.

So when he got the opportunity to get to know you better, he grasped it like a starved man would a plate of food.

Once he had you under his spell, he asked for your hand.

The emperors were smitten with your love, a rare display of kindness - something they definitely weren't known for.

You distracted Marcus, keeping him in check.

They approved of your marriage, celebrating it.

The marriage of a General such as Marcus Acacius simply had to be celebrated.

He loved you deeply, always telling you to remind him that you were his. "Soy tuyo, Marcus." (I'm yours, Marcus) you would tell him, no matter if during sex or simply whilst enjoying your time together.

But what he loved most about you was when you would join him during his baths.

When he came home from battle, full of blood and bruises, you would join him, caressing his sore muscles and cleaning his tan skin.

He would do anything to feel your hands on his skin.

You were currently waiting for him, having arranged a bath, sprinkled scented oil all around the tiled room.

When he stepped inside, his gaze wandered through the room, taking in the lovely scents you had picked. His eyes found yours, and a smile graced his lips.

"Amare." (Love) he greeted you, walking closer.

You returned the smile with one of your own, a sight he could never get enough of.

Your eyes scanned his armor clad body, mainly for injuries amidst the blood and grime.

"You're back." you said, smiling. No matter what, you knew he would always come back to you. You stepped closer, and he sighed.

"I'm done." he muttered, tired eyes locking on yours. Your lips pressed together, and you sighed. After every battle he came back from since a while now, he would say that he was done.

Done fighting for Rome, done pleasing the emperors.

Still, he would fight every battle they told him to fight.

"I just want to sleep for a lifetime."

You frowned. "Well, but you still need to bath, don't you, General?" you asked, holding a vile of scented oil in your hands.

He laughed quietly as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. His smirk was playful, knowing that you would never let him step into bed like that.

"Of course I do, my love." he agreed softly. "Whatever you want."

"Good." you spoke with a smile, stepping closer after setting the oil aside.

He hummed, eyes trailing over the curves of your body and back to your face as you came near. His smile was slowly turning wolfish as he stepped forward, strong hands grabbing you and bringing you flush against his chest.

He didn't want to just have a bath and be done with it.

"I will. Now help me remove these filthy clothes, anaticula." (duckling) he said, warm hands caressing your skin.

You started to unclasp his armor, carefully pulling it off him.

He let you work in peace, his eyes roaming over your form, lingering on the way your muscles shifted beneath your skin. His skin already felt hotter at your proximity, and he fought the growing ache of his body with practiced ease.

He knew you wouldn't let him close looking like that.

He brought his hands to rest on your hips, pulling you even closer against his body despite his better judgment. His voice dropped into a growl, hands moving to dip low and grab your butt.

"Why do you always have this effect on me?"

You chuckled softly. "Amica mea, (my love) I can't remove your armor when you hold me like this." you told him, smiling softly at him.

You were long used to his insatiable needs. Especially after a battle.

Marcus sighed, reluctantly pulling his hands off of your body to let you keep removing his uniform. His brown eyes roamed over your face, watching you intently.

"You're right. As always. My body can't seem to help its own desires when it comes to you." he softly spoke. "I can't get the thought of you out of my mind, dulcissima (sweetest), I need you to cool this fire."

"Cool it, or stoke it?" you asked, smirking up at him as you pulled the last few pieces of his armor from his body.

Marcus grinned, stepping out of his leather pants and pulling the tunic off. He stood before you bare, taking in your expression before he reached out to take you into his arms.

"Either way, I know you're capable, sweet one. I don't care, as long as I have you, all of you..."

"Habebis eam." (You will have it) I assure him. "Omne quod vis." (Everything you want)

Acacius leaned down to claim your mouth in a deep, almost bruising kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you as one of his large hands cupped the back of your head, holding you in place.

"Gods, I need you," he groaned, one of his hands skimming the skin of your waist. "I need you so much, dulcissima."

"Then have me, Generalis." you breathed out, shivering at the way his hands brushed over your thin tunic, the thought about him bathing first momentarily forgotten.

He moaned at your answer, hands quickly tugging your tunic off to bare your skin to his hot gaze. He grabbed you and pulled you flush against his body, his hardness pressing into your stomach as his lips traveled down your neck.

"Gods, you're gorgeous. A masterpiece."

You chuckled, blushing slightly. "You're flattering me, Marcus." you said. He would never fail to tell you how beautiful you were.

Marcus smiled against your neck, placing more kisses against the sensitive skin. One of his large, calloused hands grabbed your hip, the other tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.

He was suffocating, and you were his oxygen.

"Only saying out loud what's obvious, dulcissima. You don't know what you do to me, anaticula." he breathed against your neck, watching how your skin shivered, goosebumps blooming on it.

"Amica mea," you breathed out, fingers carding through his curls. "Show me what I do to you."

His eyes darkened, his grip on your hip becoming bruising, almost possessive. He lifted you off your feet and into his arms with ease, legs striding towards the pool of steaming water in the middle of the baths before lowering you both into it.

"I'll show you, sweet one. I'll show you how utterly desperate you make me."

You smiled, letting the water engulf you, warming you up even further. You tried to at least remove some of the grime before he would pounce at you.

Marcus's body pressed against yours, caging you in between him and the edge of the pool. His hands and lips began to wander over your body, and he groaned at the sight and feeling of it.

Well, so much for cleaning him.

"The things you do to me, carissima (dearest)...the things I want to do to you..."

"Tell me about them." you breathed out, tilting your head to grant him better access.

He let out a growl, bringing his lips to your ear. "I want to press you against the wall, put my lips everywhere, take you, hard, until you're screaming my name, and I take you over that edge, dulcissima. I want to make you mine, all mine..."

"Omnia Tua." (all yours) you said, shivering. "Then have me, Marcus. Do whatever you want to me. Omnia tua."

Marcus groaned at your words. Any sense of patience left him, replaced by need and desire. He brought a hand to your face, tilting your head to be able to look into your eyes.

"Say it again." he almost demands, voice husky and ragged. "Say you're all mine."

"Totum tui sum." (I am all yours) you said, looking into his eyes. "I'm all yours, amica mea."

His eyes raked over your body for a moment, a shudder going through him as he heard the words and committed them to memory.

"Gods, I need to feel you, dulcissima." he groaned, large hands roaming over your skin, grabbing and massaging the muscles of your hips and thighs. "I need to hear you, to taste you. I need you so badly..."

"Then take me." you whimpered. "Please."

He moved faster than ever before, grabbing you and hauling you up out of the water to set you down on the edge of the pool. His breath ghosted over your skin, and he bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck gently, almost as if marking you.

As if you weren't already his.

"That's my sweet one. My dulcissima." He mumbled into your skin. "I'll take you, make you feel good. Make you feel so good..."

"Make me feel good." you begged him, moaning his name.

His name leaving your lips was his undoing. He growled against your skin, biting and sucking on sensitive spots as he kneeled between your legs, large hands roaming over the soft skin with ease.

"Just lay back, dulcissima. I'm going to make you feel so good."

You dis as he said, the cool tiles soothing some of the heat of your body.

He groaned as he looked down on you, taking in the sight of you spread out before him like a feast... a feast only he could feast on.

"Gods, you're breathtaking, dulcissima. You tempt me beyond belief with that body of yours..."

You chuckled, looking at him. "It's all yours, General."

He grinned, bringing a large hand to rest on one of your thighs, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive skin.

"That's right, carissima." he purred. "You're mine. All mine, all of this wonderful body of yours. And you're about to feel just how much I need you..."

He lowered his head to press hot and open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, large hands grabbing your hips. He nipped and gently sucked on different places of skin, leaving behind the proof of his presence.

"Gods, you smell incredible, anaticula. I could spend all night down here, tasting and touching you..."

You whimpered, shivering under his touch and at his words. "I wouldn't mind." you breathed out, chuckling.

He grinned, the sound of your voice egging him on. He brought his lips to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, gently biting down, leaving behind a mark before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

"Oh, I know you love it, dulcissima...I know you want me down here. I can smell your desire, love."

"Please." you begged. "Please, Marcus."

He groaned against your skin in answer, one of his hands roaming down to your soft folds, parting you but not moving further.

"Say it, dulcissima. I want to hear how much you want it. Say what you want." he demanded.

"I want you." you breathed out. "I want you so much, Marcus. I want you to make me feel good, I want you, your mouth, your fingers. All of you."

He shivered, your words making the ache to touch you stronger than ever. He brought his mouth to your pussy, gently lapping at your heat in just the way he knows you loved, but not enough, not nearly enough to really satisfy.

"Gods, carissima, you're killing me." he breathed against you, hot air brushing your sensitive skin. "I need to taste you, need to feel you, need to have you. You don't know what you do to me, my sweet one."

You whimpered, legs quivering. "Show me." you pleaded. "Show me how much you need it."

He moaned in response, hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth. He buried his face in you, licking and sucking where he knows you need it the most, groans leaving his lips as he tasted you.

"Gods, so perfect. I need you so much, my sweet one. Need to feel you, taste you. All of you."

You moaned his name, fingers digging into his soft curls, back arching off the tiled floor.

One of his strong arms was wrapped around your thigh, preventing you from moving away from him as he increased his efforts. Another moan left his mouth, the sound of your voice and the taste of you like a drug, making his head spin.

"You taste divine, dulcissima." he spoke. "Gods, I need more. I need all of you in my mouth, I can't get enough..."

You shivered and moan as his tongue worked on you in harsh and soft strokes, leaving you gasping for air. "Please," you begged, the pleasure rushing through your veins. "Please don't stop, Marcus."

He groaned against you, hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you even closer against his mouth. His tongue moved against you, exploring and taking and needing. He let out a growl against you before his voice filled the air, ragged and rough, laced with lust.

"I don't intend to stop, sweet one. You taste so good, I need all of this. All of you, everything."

You whimpered at his words, legs trembling.

One of his large hands ran over your body, gently caressing sensitive spots of skin as his tongue continued its relentless work. He knew you like the back of his hand; knew exactly what made you fall apart beneath him.

He moaned, taking you in again, his body pressing against the edge of the pool, desperate to be closer to you, to find some sort of relief.

"Gods, I need you, my sweet one." he mumbled against your folds. "Need to hear you, feel you, taste you. Tell me you're mine, tell me everything is mine. Mine and mine only..."

"Totum tui sum." you whimpered, followed by a wanton moan. "I'm all yours, Marcus, all yours!"

He shivered at your words, the sound of your voice making his heart skip a beat, the meaning of them making desire and need burn through his body, leaving nothing but a need to claim and taste and hear all of you.

"All mine. You're all mine, sweet one. Nobody else's. You're mine to have, mine to taste, mine to take."

"Omnia tua." you confirmed. "All yours, Amica mea."

He moaned, the way the sweet words left your lips made his whole body shiver in response. He couldn't stand the distance anymore, his need to be closer to you, inside you, too much, too overwhelming.

He rose, large hands grabbing you and pulling you into his arms, covering your body with his much larger one as he claimed your mouth in a deep kiss.

You returned the kiss, making room for him between your legs.

Marcus groaned as he moved between your legs, the feeling of your skin against his own sending a shiver down his spine. His hands roamed your body, tracing the curves with ease as his lips explored your skin, tasting and claiming the sensitive spots on your neck.

"Marcus," you breathed out, holding onto him, fingers digging into his skin. "Please."

He groaned, your words igniting the burning need in him like a lit flame. He brought his lips back up to your ear, breath hot and ragged against your skin. "Please, what, sweet one? Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

You shivered, swallowing. "I want you, Marcus." you said. "I need you inside of me, please."

His breath hitched at your words, lust and need flooding through him in equal parts. He brought a hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face, eyes fixed on yours. "And who am I to deny you what you want, my lovely one? You know how helpless I am in the face of your sweet words, dulcissima." he mused.

Bringing his lips down to claim yours in a deep kiss, his hands roamed your body as his own pressed against you. He groaned as you brought your body closer to him in return, the feeling of your skin against his own bringing sparks of desire to his already lust-filled mind.

"Gods, I need you, I need to feel you. I need to be inside you, my sweet one..."

You spread your legs even wider, desperate for him. The need for him was overwhelming, like a candle turned into a huge fire.

Marcus groaned as he felt you open up for him, his own body responding immediately. He brought one hand down, grabbing your hips and pulling you against his body, lips brushing against your ear.

"Gods, you're so ready for me." he breathed out. "So willing and eager. You have no idea how much this does to me, my sweet one. Can you feel it, just how much I need you?"

You nodded, whimpering. "Yes, I do, General."

A shudder went through him at your words, his mind spinning at the realization that you knew just how much your words and actions affected him. His lips returned to your neck, sucking on a sensitive spot as he brought his hips closer to yours.

"You drive me wild, carissima. You make me lose my mind, my reason, my control. Like no one ever could. You're mine. Completely mine."

"Totum tui sum." you breathed out in return to his claim, rising your hips slightly. You needed him more than the air to breathe.

Marcus groaned again at your words, another shudder going through him as he felt your hips start to move against his. He looked down at you, his eyes black and filled with lust, the sight of you spreading your legs for him making the need within him burn.

"You know just how to destroy me, my sweet one. Just how to make me shiver and want to claim you, want to take you..."

His lips returned to your neck, leaving behind mark after mark as his body covered yours, teasing you to the brink of insanity. His breath was hot and ragged against your skin, his voice a low and rough whisper filled with need.

"I'm going to take you, my sweet one. I'm going to claim you, make you mine. Right here, right now."

He brought himself ever closer until his hips were almost fully joined with yours. His body pressed against yours, caging you between himself and the tiles.

"Are you mine, my sweet one? Do you swear yourself to me and only me?" he rasped out.

"I swear!" you moaned. "I'm yours, and only yours!"

He grins, a possessive and dark smile as he looked down on you. "Good. That's what I want to hear." he whispered, hands roaming your body, down and down, until he reached your core, giving it a light stroke before aligning himself with you.

He looked down at you, body shuddering. His eyes gazed into yours as he slowly, agonizingly slowly entered you, slowly filling you up to the brim.

You gasped, eyes fluttering closed at the intrusion. No matter how often you were intimate, you always were surprised by his sheer girth.

He shuddered, the feeling of you surrounding him so delicious. He brought a hand up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers trembling as he slowly moved deeper into you.

"Gods, you're so perfect, so tight." he whispered, the feeling stealing his breath. "Always so perfect for me."

You nodded, breathless. "All for you, Marcus." you breathed out. "Only for you."

He moaned, his whole body shivering at the sound of your words. He claimed your lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue entering your mouth, tasting and taking as he pushed deeper into you, deeper and deeper until he was balls deep buried inside you.

"Say it again. Say you're mine, my beautiful one. Say you're all mine." he almost begged, out of breath.

"I'm all yours, Marcus." you say. "Totum tui sum."

"Gods, dulcissima, you'll be the death of me. So perfect, so sweet, completely mine." he whimpered, bringing his lips back to your neck, tasting and marking your sensitive skin as he started to move inside you. His movements were slow and deep, as if he was trying to remember the feeling of you, trying to engrave it into his mind.

"Can you feel it, my sweet one? Can you feel how deep I am inside you, how I'm filling you up to the brim?" he asked, hot breath hitting your neck.

You nodded as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning his name. "Yes, God yes!"

He shivered, the feeling of your body under him and the sound of his name leaving your lips sending sparks of desire through him.

"I love hearing you say my name like that, my beautiful one. I need more. I need to hear you again." he whispered, a greedy man, words low and rough. He grabbed your hips, angling you towards him as he began to move inside you faster, deeper.

"Say my name again, my sweet one. Tell me who you belong to."

You gasped, head swimming. You moaned his name over and over again, like a mantra carved deep inside your bones. "You," you breathed out. "It's you who I belong to, General!"

Marcus groaned, your words making him shudder with desire and need. The sound of your voice whispering his name like that, admitting who you belonged to, did various things to him.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you even closer, deeper, until you were completely wrapped around him, his body pressed against yours, chest to chest. He groaned deeply as he felt you, hot and tight and perfect.

"You're mine, my sweet one. All mine. Say it again. Tell me you're mine."

"Totum tui sum." you repeated. "I'm all yours."

He shuddered, the sound of your voice and the meaning of the words sending a shiver through him, hot and cold at once. "Yes, that's it. You're mine, you belong to me. All of you."

He brought his lips to your neck, covering the sensitive skin in kisses and love marks as he picked up his speed, his movements now deep and rough, possessive.

You gasped a moan, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders, trying to ground yourself as your whole body moved on the tiled floor, driven by his every thrust.

He whispered something you didn't understand, head dizzy with pleasure. You clutched at him harder, surely leaving crescent shaped marks. "Marcus," you whimpered. "I'm so close!"

"Gods, you're perfect. So beautiful, so perfect in every way." he moaned out, fingers finding your sensitive nub, rubbing it in tight circles. "I need you to come for me, my sweet one. I need to hear you come undone."

He shuddered as he felt you shiver under his touch, his heart racing in his chest as he relished in the effect he had on you.

"That's it, my beautiful one. That's it." he whispered, his voice thick with need as he sped up his movements, his body moving in perfect harmony with yours. "You're so close, I can feel it. Don't hold back. Come for me."

His words sent you flying over the edge and straight into an earth-shattering orgasm. You cried out his name to the gods, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Marcus grunted sharply, feeling you clench around him so deliciously, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, too.

A few, sloppy thrusts later, he came with a broken moan of your name, hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm. A few lazy thrusts later, he stilled, trying to catch his breath on top of you.

He groaned, his body trembling in the aftermath as he slowly lowered himself down on top of you, keeping one arm beside your body, holding himself up so as not to crush you with his weight.

He brought the other hand up to your hair, running his fingers through it in a gesture that's meant to be calming, soothing. "You're incredible," he whispered, voice ragged and low. "You're perfect, all mine. I'll never get enough of you, my beautiful one."

You smiled up at him, deeply satisfied. You loved how he always cared for you in moments like this, always assuring you come before he would.

He'd never leave you unsatisfied.

He returned the smile, lifting his torso up just enough to look at you, brown eyes filled with a mix of awe and possession.

"I could stay between your legs forever, my sweet one." he whispered hotly, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw, his fingers rough and slightly calloused. "You're a blessing, a gift, like nothing I've ever had before. I'm the luckiest man alive to call you mine."

"Amica mea," you breathed out. "I'm the lucky one."

"Not true." he smiled, his gaze fixed on your face. "I have the most beautiful, most talented, most incredible woman in all of Rome. I get to call her my own and, more importantly, I get to have her call me hers. There's nothing luckier than that."

You smiled widely, cheeks turning pink. "And I have the privilege to call Romes most heroic, strongest and most famous General mine."

His smile widened, a proud and somehow boyish look gracing his features. "Heroic, hmm?" he mused, clearly preening a little at the praise. "Strongest and most famous, eh? Did I hear that right?"

You shoved him lightly with a grin on your lips. He knew what the people thought of him, what the emperors thought of him.

He laughed, a broad and open laugh that made his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Can you blame me?" he asked, a smirk on his lips. "It's not a common thing to be praised by the most beautiful woman in Rome, my sweet one. I think I'm allowed to bask in that a little."

"Oh, am i so sparse with my praises?" you asked with a cocked brow.

He laughed again, the sound warm and genuine. "Not at all, my beautiful one. You tell me how amazing I am at least a dozen times a day." His smile widened as he continued. "But can you blame me for craving more?"

You smiled, knowing that you were probably the only living person on earth to see him like this. Carefree, full of joy and life. "No, I can't." you spoke.

He grinned, leaning down and nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing a light kiss into the sensitive skin there before pulling back to look at you. "Good." he said. "Then I'll continue to shamelessly bask in your praise until you grow tired of me."

"That won't ever happen." you assured him, brushing a stray curl out of his face.

Marcus chuckled in return, bringing his own hand up to cover yours, his fingers tracing across the back of your hand. "Careful now, my beautiful one. One might think you actually like me."

"Oh, really?" you asked. "What a scandal, Amica mea."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "A true scandal, indeed." he whispered. "A woman of good reputation, saying nice things about a brute General? I don't think Rome could handle it."

"Then that's their loss." you whispered, lips brushing his.

He hummed, the sound deep in his chest as his eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of your lips against his sending a shiver through him.

"Their loss," he repeated, his lips moving against yours, almost but not quite touching. "I don't think they know what they're missing out on."

"They'll never know." you whispered. "Only you."

He hummed again, his hand coming up to brush the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "Only me." he repeated. "And I'll never let anyone else know what it feels like to have you like this, my beautiful one. Never."

You smiled against his lips. "Never."

He swallowed, the feeling of your smile against his lips making his heart skip a beat. "Gods, I don't deserve you, you know that? Such a beautiful, perfect woman in my arms and still, all I ask for is more. I'm a damned greedy man."

"Greedy you are." you said, followed by a giggle. "But I don't mind."

He grinned at the sound of your giggle, his heart warming at the sound. "Oh, I know you don't." he said, leaning in to nuzzle his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. "You never mind my endless greed, my sweet one. My insatiable appetite for you."

"It matches my own." you whispered, brushing through his curls with your fingers.

He hummed again, his eyes fluttering shut once more as he shivers at the feeling of your hand on his hair.

He was putty in your hands.

"Greedy, huh?" he asked, a low and rough chuckle escaping his lips. "I find that hard to believe, my beautiful one. You're too good, too sweet, too kind to be greedy."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Shut up and kiss me, my General."

He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Bossy, are we, my beautiful one?" he teased, leaning in closer so your lips almost touch. "Telling me what to do?"

You bit your lip. "Who else?"

The sight of your teeth sinking into your lip made the heat in his gut flare up once more, and he groaned. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You and your biteable lip."

His hand slid up your side, coming to rest on your hip, his fingers gripping your soft skin almost possessively.

"You're the most dangerous, most wicked creature I've ever known. You'd make a saint sin, you would." he whispered, his eyes dark and full of desire before they fluttered shut as he presses his kiss to yours.

You chuckled into the kiss, pulling him closer.

"But first, a bath."

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