#it just... sucks that he treated me like that. that it was so different. and it wasnt bc we were struggling. he just didnt care that much

[keeryhours]

the emperor’s love - emperor geta

Emperor Geta x Empress! female! reader

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Summary:

Being pregnant with his heir has made Geta more in love with you than he ever could have imagined. He shows you just how much he loves you.

Part 1

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, pregnancy

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N:

I wasn’t sure if I was going to write for Geta again, but he is actually living in my brain rent free. Another one inspired by my character letters by @miss-bushido, check out her writing and Etsy shop! I did research for this one, but I apologize in advance for historical inaccuracies! This is a part 2 to an heir for an emperor!

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“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Geta mused, hand roaming over the growing expanse of your stomach. “A strong boy. The future of Rome is in your belly, you know that, Carissima?”

“And what if it’s a girl?” you asked, a giggle on your lips bringing a smile to the Emperor’s own.

“Then she shall take after her mother and be the most beautiful in all of Rome,” he said, hand caressing the skin of your belly. “And I’ll have to give you another.”

“Geta!” You playfully scolded, hand swatting at his as he laughed. “Another so soon?”

“Of course, my love. I need an heir. And to see you, swollen with child again so soon…” he leaned forward, pressing kisses to your neck. “Would be a gift. The gods have truly blessed me.”

You hummed, melting into his touch. You were sprawled together on your huge bed, dressed in your bed clothes for the night. His body curled behind yours, hands roaming your body wherever he pleased. Up and over your breasts, pinching at your nipples before moving back to your stomach; then down between your legs, feeling for the wetness he knew would be waiting for him.

“My love…” he whispered seductively against your ear. “Is there something you want?”

You whined, pressing back against him. He knew what you wanted, and he wanted it too. You could feel him already hard against your backside as he dipped his fingers between your folds. He collected your slick on his fingers and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean, tasting your essence. “Divine,” he remarked. “Somehow, you taste even sweeter.”

He lifted your tunic over your body, baring you to the night and his eyes alone. His hands trailed over your soft skin, so beautiful and flawless in his eyes. Perfection sent to him from the gods themselves.

Geta undid his own robe, revealing his glorious body fully naked, cock hard and standing proud as he gazed down at you. “You are so beautiful, Carissima.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he drank in your beauty. “Will you sing for me tonight?”

You giggled, knowing he didn’t exactly mean a ballad. “Perhaps if I feel inspired, my Emperor…”

A wicked smile crossed his face as he leaned over you, kissing up your body until he reached your lips. “Oh, how beautiful a melody I could pull from those lips…let me show you.”

He gently moved you onto your side, careful of your stomach. Geta had treated you like you were made of glass since he discovered your pregnancy. He had been overjoyed, but if you thought he was overprotective before, he became a whole different beast with his beloved wife carrying his potential heir.

He consulted the augurs at the beginning of your pregnancy. Since then he has prayed daily to the goddesses of childbirth; Eileithyia, Hera, Juno. He has left them daily offerings at their temples and shrines to ensure the safe delivery of your child.

You always had an entourage with you with your servant staff, but now you had a guard of Praetorians following your every move, as well. Even servants to taste your food before you could eat. Speaking of your food, Geta suddenly insisted on you receiving the healthiest, finest foods in the Empire. He still allowed you your fig cakes, at least.

The only time you got any peace, any time alone, were these cherished nights in bed with your Emperor. When he dropped his cruel and ruthless persona and became your husband. He would take care of you, massage your belly with oils each night. It was your favorite part of the day.

Once you were comfortably laid on your side, Geta moved back behind you, his body spooning against yours. He brushed your hair back over your shoulder, placing kisses against the skin of your back. “Do you remember our wedding night?”

“How could I forget?” You smiled, the memory rushing back to you. It had been less than a year, but felt like a lifetime.

It had been a beautiful ceremony. Everything you could have dreamed of. Your father had been proud to marry his daughter to an Emperor. The augurs had been consulted by Geta himself to ensure propitious omens and favor from the gods. You wore your beautiful white tunica recta, a gorgeous veil atop your head. There had been a delicious cake, as he had heard of your sweet tooth beforehand.

Afterwards, Geta took you to the bridal lectus, where he took you apart piece by piece until you were nothing but writhing pleasure beneath him.

Geta hummed against your back. “Do you remember how I surprised you in your chambers before the ceremony?”

You blushed. Of course you did. It had been such a surprise to find Geta waiting for you in your chambers, you weren’t even supposed to see him before the ceremony. You had been scared at first, you still hardly knew one another and you had heard plenty of stories, but his plans for you had been more than pleasing.

“I simply had to have a taste of my bride to be,” he continued. “It was all I could think about once I saw you for the first time. It plagued me those three months of our betrothal leading up until our ceremony. It was all I could think of when I was alone. Even just touching your hand to place the ring on your finger…” You felt Geta shiver behind you. “Carissima, I was yours, body and soul.”

He reached down to grasp onto your thigh, lifting it up and over his own leg between yours. You felt his thick tip prodding at your entrance, and you sighed, already so responsive for him.

“You’ve been so sensitive since you have been carrying our child,” he remarked as his fingertips traced slowly over your clit, before dipping down to press inside of you. You gasped loudly - you could feel his smirk against your skin. “I absolutely love it.”

You moaned as he pumped his fingers into you a few more times, but you were so wet you really didn’t need any preparation. He removed his fingers, sucking them clean with a groan, before pressing his tip against your pussy once again.

He didn’t ask before he started sinking inside - the Emperor did not ask for permission. But he knew you would have given it over and over again had he asked. Your head fell back against him as he filled you from behind, holding your leg up high to allow him enough room to get as deeply inside as he liked to be.

He bottomed out quickly and began thrusting in and out of your perfect tight heat, groaning deeply against your neck. His fingertips dug into your thigh as he fucked you like you needed to be fucked. He knew your body better than anyone, even yourself.

“Carissima,” he moaned; a weakness in his voice he would never let anyone else witness. It was raspy, desperate for more of the perfect fit of your pussy. He called your name over and over again in your ear, the title never sounding more sinful than it did in that moment.

“You feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking back to meet his thrusts, to have him fuck you harder. He didn’t like to take you roughly with you in your current state, not like he used to. You missed it desperately. “Please, my Emperor, take me harder.”

Geta groaned loudly at your words, his composure faltering as his sloppy thrusts stuttered. “My beloved,” he said, his raspy voice pained. “Do not say things such as that. You do not know how hard it is to keep my control.”

“Please,” you begged again, back arching as you felt your release beginning to build. “Please, Geta, please fuck me.”

His grip tightened on your thigh and he groaned again, like you were causing him physical pain. He thought to deny you once again, but his primal instincts took over and he began fucking into you fast and hard. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room, and you were certain between that and the moans you were both emitting, the entire palace could hear your lovemaking.

“Close,” you whined out, eyes falling closed as your orgasm built faster and faster. You could feel your pussy beginning to clench around his cock, and he felt it too, his hips stuttering again as he neared his own imminent release.

“Sing for me,” he encouraged you, laying your thigh on his leg so he could move his hand between your legs. You cried out loudly as he paid delicious attention to your aching clit, and your orgasm hit you, pussy spasming hard around your Emperor’s thick cock.

“That’s it, Carissima, let all of Rome hear how you sing for me!”

Geta gripped back onto your thigh, fucking into you fast and hard with no rhythm until he finally stilled pressed against you, shooting rope after rope of his seed deep inside you as he let out the most divine moans you’d ever heard.

He rode out both of your releases, shallow thrusts until all of his cum had been spent inside of you. He pulled out, laying on his back next to you as his chest heaved with his breaths. He opened an arm for you, and you laid against him.

These moments of bliss were your absolute favorite. These moments of quiet and peace and love between you and your husband. It was rare for an Emperor to find a true love like this. Rare for a woman to be so lucky in her marriage. You reminded yourself of your fortune often.

You reached up, playing with a lock of his ginger hair. He smiled down at you lovingly, the look on his face one of pure adoration. The truth of it was seen in his eyes, to his very soul.

“The child will be here soon,” Geta said, his hand once again splayed on your large belly. “I have arranged for celebratory games to be held for the next two weeks. I want all of Rome to join in our celebrating the forthcoming birth of our heir.”

You turned to him. “Geta, I’m not sure I should-“

“Shh, my love,” he hushed you. “You do not have to attend, anaticula. I know you do not care for them. And I would rather keep you both safe from harm.”

You smiled gently at your husband. Somehow, he continued to surprise you with how much he loved and cared for you, and now the child in your belly, too. You knew no matter if it was a boy or a girl, Geta would be the perfect father, would love this child fiercely. He would not let harm come to either of you.

“He needs a strong name,” he thought to himself. “Lucius. Septimius. But perhaps we should meet him first? See what kind of personality he will have?”

“We do not yet know if it will be a he,” you teased him, your hand resting on your belly next to his. You felt a small kick beneath your hand and quickly grabbed Geta’s, moving it to that exact spot. After a moment of waiting, a grin spread across the Emperor’s face, pure jubilation evident in his eyes.

“Boy or girl, they’re nice and strong,” he said, a note of pride in his voice. “I love you, Carissima.”

You smiled, eyes fluttering closed. “I love you, my beloved.”

Geta rubbed your belly gently, soothing your nausea and pains as you relaxed into him in your large, plush bed. As you began to drift off to sleep in the arms of your Emperor, you heard his quiet voice one last time in your ear.

“Nunc scio quid sit amor. Now I know what love is.”

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⋆˚✮[TXT SMUT HEADCANONS]✮˚.⋆

The kind of women they like in bed...

Warnings//genre:: oral (kai, Beomgyu) size kink (Soobin) creampie (Yeonjun) squirting (Beomgyu) shower sex (Taehyun) fingering (Beomgyu, Taehyun)

Pairing:: ot5!TXT x fem!reader

A/N:: I am determined to get my TXT content to be just as popular as my other content bc...Idk they have the fanbase but Moa's are attracted to me like a negative charge against a negative charge...

Txt masterlist:: .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊

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Small, in the sense of both height and personality, someone he can cherish.

Soobin is big guy no doubt so most women are smaller than him in the first place but that doesn't instantly catch his eye, it's the soul. Someone tender, polite, gentle, he wants someone similar to him. He wants someone to worship and pour all his love on without being pushed away or treated less than.

Soft relaxing but sexual music plays in the background as Soobin sits you in his lap, running his hands down the front of your body due to your back facing him. "So small," he leans down, resting his face against the top of your head. His hands stop at your waist and you bring a hand down to his, holding onto to two of his fingers before leaning back and resting your head near his collarbone.

"With a big personality," you chuckle and Soobin follows, his chest bouncing gently. He hums softly in satisfaction as you hold onto his hands, your hands much smaller than his.

"But you're just so cute, and small, and..." he sighs blissfully. "All mine," he hums before kissing the back of your neck, his hands trailing lower. "I love feeling your small body, watching your reactions," he plays with the hem of your shorts as he smirks softly. "And you're so tight and perfect for me,"

Sincere, a person who isn't just fucking for fun.

Yeonjun definitely has a hidden side to him: Partying, drinking, and of course, getting laid. But Yeonjun is picky. He won't pick up any hot girl at a club and take her to his hotel room, no, no, that's not his style. He wants someone loving, elegant and passionate. These three words translate into what Yeonjun calls a "Sincere woman".

Yeonjun gently holds your chin to make you look up at him as he rolls his hips into yours, his cock sliding in and out slowly but so deliciously. "You like this?" He asks lowly, his voice rough with lust as his breath hovers over your upper chest. You nod with a soft whine and he smiles, he's honestly happy that you're enjoying it so much. "I promise to make you feel so good tonight baby," He kisses your jaw tenderly but there's a hidden desperation in his kiss. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck and shoulders and pull him closer.

"Yeonjun," You moan out before gritting your teeth.

"What is it babygirl?" He picks his head up to make eye contact as your pupils shake with raw desire.

"I-I need you," You whimper and Yeonjun hides a proud smile.

"I'm right here sweetie, I'm as close as I could possibly get to you," He kisses your sweaty forehead tenderly.

"I know," You whine and he strokes your hair back out of your face. "I just missed you so much, I need to feel you...want you to cum inside," You look up at him with those doe eyes that hold that submissive gaze Yeonjun loves oh so much.

"Of course baby, anything my girl wants,"

Adventurous, someone who will play with all his sides.

Beomgyu is quite the character in and out of bed, he needs someone who can keep up with him, therefore he needs an adventurous woman. A lady willing to indulge in roleplay or different positions or maybe put up with his antics in public places or in front of guests.

This was probably the most rushed sex you've ever had, but Beomgyu runs on his own schedule and when he asked to eat you out in the back of his car why would you say no? Now here you are, still half clothed, legs spread wide as Beomgyu buries his face in your cunt, moaning and drooling as he does so.

Beomgyu sucks on your clit hard as he dips a finger inside you, curling it up against that spongey spot that makes you squeal. The car does well to muffle the sound but the fogged up windows are a dead give away to the activities going on in the car. "Fuck," Beomgyu moans into your folds as his tongue runs laps around your clit. "You getting close?" He asks, a playful glint in his voice as he fingers you faster.

"Yes, yes!" You moan loudly and grab onto the head of the seat. "Don't fucking stop," You cry out as you feel an indescribable warmth engulf your body. "C-Cumming~!" You moan out weakly as your eyes roll back and a watery warmth jolts out from your squelching pussy. Beomgyu smiles against your core as you squirt onto his face, still licking softly.

"Good girl," He praises as he rubs your trembling thigh. "You're so hot when you squirt,"

Bold, someone willing to experience new things with him.

Taehyun is the type of guy who likes to try many different things, whether he is sub or dom, he wants to try everything. He needs someone who will understand his hunger for more is not because he is bored of the old but simply because he wants to experience every possible sensation alongside them.

"Do you think this could be a little dangerous?" Taehyun asks as he takes off his pants, tossing them aside. You pull your shirt over your head before replying.

"Maybe but I don't think there's much to worry about," You smile as you take your bra off, now fully undressed. "And if something happens we can sit on the edge of the tub or sit in the tub even," You hop into the shower and Terry follows after you. He turns on the water and he holds you close as the two of you wait for it to warm up. He hugs you from behind, sheltering you from the cold water but you could feel his stiff cock rubbing up against your ass.

"I can't wait to fuck you into the wall," He whispers in your ear, his voice lingering with a hint of excitement, burying a low chuckle. "Do you want to warm up or..." His hands trail lower, fingertips grazing down your the center of your chest down to your lower abdomen. "Indulge right away? I know how excited you get, so impatient sometimes," He chuckles as his finger circles around your clit making you gasp. "It's cute," Taehyun leans down, sucking the skin on your neck into your mouth.

His fingers part your folds, seeking more sensitive bits. He dips his fingers inside you and you toss your head back with a moan. You quickly cover your mouth as your moan echoes in the bathroom. "You were being so quiet, what happened? Did I make you lose control?"

Comforting, someone to assure and praise him.

Kai isn't obliviously to sex like so many think, he's not a little maknae anymore, but it is true that he appreciates some guidance and reassurance, it's just in his nature. He wants to make sure that he is doing good for his partner and that they're enjoying it as much as he is.

Kai sits between your thighs as you relax against the class wooden chair. You showed Kai your newest lingerie set which was a flowy little see through dress that hung just below your knees. To say the least, he was pleased by your purchase.

The mood in the room made all the sensations stronger. The lights were off except for a singular lamp on the desk in the corner of the room, the chair your sitting on is from the desk set, and the moonlight shining through the window brought the most illumination to the room. "Do you like this?" He asks out of the blue and you blush softly.

"Yes, a lot," You chuckle softly before feeling his thumb rubbing your clit. You let out a little squeak and he smiles.

"I know how much you like to set the mood with lighting and stuff," He smiles up at you sincerely, his head resting against your thigh.

[tashibum]

Hiya! Just read your Geta fic To Own But Not To Share and it's just ahhh!!! The plot so strong and filthy and your writing just so good I started wondering if you considered continuing this story. Another part maybe with Geta summoning her to his chambers, Caracalla intruding and mocking them, but Geta knows how to show him that she's all his in front of his brother... Just an idea though 🫣

It’s not exactly what you asked for because for some reason, I immediately imagined them in a dining room. But here’s a little side piece to the main series.

(Food play, anal play(no penetration), exhibitionism, begging) 2.3k words

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Variety Is The Spice Of Life

Slaves knew everything that happened in the palace. They were treated like furniture, so the emperors paid them no mind when they spoke or acted vulgarly. They knew of the men Caracalla invited into his chambers, and the jugs of oil he requested. They knew he favoured both sexes and indulged in private orgies without inviting his brother. They heard Geta cry whenever his brother lashed out at him. They stood there with glasses filled with wine as the twin emperors got their cocks sucked by concubines the senates sent over to try to get in their good graces.

So when Geta ordered all of the slaves to leave the dining room, they knew he wanted to fuck you with no one watching.

He made you sit in his lap as you fed each other food that was prepared and left out for the emperors to graze on all day. It started with grapes, then slices of melon, then blackberries. Geta bit into it, and rubbed the remaining fruit all over your neck. He then licked up the dark liquid from your skin, making you laugh at the contact.

“I want to do that,” you requested and bit into a berry. You rubbed it over his ear lobe and his jawline. The emperor liked being held, so when you held onto his arms as you sucked on his earlobe, then his chin, he let out a pathetic moan.

When the grand door to the room opened, you both immediately stopped and turned to look at the intrusion. Geta was prepared to sanction whichever slave ignored his request for privacy, and his annoyance did not fade when his brother walked through the door with his pet monkey on his shoulder.

“What are you doing in here?” Geta asked, not hiding his frustration.

“Dundus is hungry,” he replied innocently.

The monkey hopped of his shoulder and walked towards the dried meats spread out on platters.

Geta shook his head and continued to kiss down your neck. It was different than before though as he now pulled your loose dress down and exposed one of your breasts. While his kisses continued, Geta glanced over at his brother to make sure that he was watching, and he was. His gaze was transfixed on your nipple. He knew his older brother had a thing for breasts, so he pressed on the underneath of your boob to make it jiggle.

Caracalla knew what his brother was doing, and tried not to give him any satisfaction.

“Her breasts are tiny. Hardly worth shaking them about,” he insulted.

Geta knew he was lying because his brother continued to stare at you. He tugged at your clothing and you knew he wanted to take it off. So you moved your hips off him to pull the dress off over your head. You sat back down on Emperor Geta’s lap completely naked and let your hands rest at your sides so he had total access to you.

He held the underneath of your breasts in his hands, as though inspecting the weight.

“I don’t know brother. They seem plentiful to me,” claimed Geta before placing one of your nipples in his mouth. His actions were slow, like he was giving your nipple a sensual kiss.

“You love getting them sucked, don’t you dear?” He teased.

You nodded and looked down a him. He gave you a devilish smile, informing you that he was putting on a show for his brother.

Caracalla walked towards you and knelt down next to Geta’s chair so he was eye-level with your free nipple.

“I fear you may be right, brother. They do seem………plentiful,” he gushed, staring at the nipple not in his brother’s mouth. He raised his hand to touch your breast, but Geta moved his hand to hold it, not letting his brother touch you.

“She is mine, brother! Do not forget,” he warned.

You ran your fingers through Geta’s hair, stopping when you reached his golden laurels. You tugged them out and threw them on the table behind you, so you could scratch his scalp without anything in the way.

When Geta thought he had tortured his brother with your breasts enough, he picked you up and laid you on the edge of the table. He knelt on the floor and spread your legs by your knees. The wetness that grew when licking and kissing the emperor was now on display to the brothers.

“My body is a vessel. Pray to Venus, and her actions will be done through me,” Geta claimed, staring at your sex.

You felt uncomfortable praying in front of others, especially praying about sex. But you could not question the emperor. He was mighty and chosen by the gods to be their living counterpart on Earth.

“Dear Venus, may you guide the emperor,” you began, not knowing what to say.

Geta leant forwards and gave a wet kiss to your mound. Then worked lower to lap at your core.

“Guide the emperor to my clitoris. May his tongue swirl around it.”

Geta smiled against you, loving the power he had over you. He focused on your clit, kissing it and sucking it.

“Thank you, Venus. He -uhhh- he just entered a finger inside me. Thank you for knowing what I need.”

Geta caught your eye and held the contact as he manoeuvred a second finger inside you.

“Yes Venus!” You moaned out. “Assist Geta in angling his fingers inside me. The way you always do.”

Caracalla’s heart thumped hard in his chest. He wanted you desperately, yet his brother was selfish and did not allow it. He knew he would be much more generous. If he was with a woman as spectacular as you, he would want to share you with Geta, that’s how much he cared about his brother.

You looked over at Caracalla and spotted a very clear tent in his tunic. Geta saw you break his eye contact to look at him, so hummed on your clit to get your attention, the vibrations made your focus go back onto him.

“Venus, I’m so close to orgasm. Please, don’t let Geta stop. He must continue as he is for my climax,” you cried out.

His fingers went faster in you, and soon your body twitched on the table as you fell apart from Geta’s touch. Your thighs shut around Geta’s head and your gaze fell back on his brother. Caracalla now touched his thigh as he watched you convulse.

Geta removed his toga and let it fall on the stone floor. He spat down onto his dick and gave it a few strokes before lining up with your entrance. He pushed it in slightly, then leaned both of his arms to either side of your head. His head was now directly above yours.

“Look at me,” he instructed. You nodded and he pushed the rest of himself inside you. The sudden fullness made you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to lay on your body. Geta nodded against your neck, knowing how the pleasure felt.

“It’s incredible. The way your body is so tight, yet lets me in so easily,” Geta amazed. He wanted to brag in front of his brother, knowing he would never feel you.

Caracalla approached yours and Geta’s entwined bodies. He carefully placed his hand in between your hips and slid it down to your pussy lips. Geta slowed his movements and stopped leaning his weight on you to see what his brother was doing. His fingers spread your labia apart.

“You are neglecting her clit. She is a magnificent woman. She deserves all the pleasure we can give her,” stated Caracalla. He knew that the chances of penetrating you were slim, but he could suck on you.

“She is still sensitive from the orgasm I gave her,” he refuted.

Caracalla shook his head and walked away to the side of the room, not believing how self-centred his brother was being. Pleasure was meant to be shared, yet Geta would rather you lay there bored than let his brother pleasure you.

“She grips me so well,” boasted Geta, continuing his thrusts again. You wrapped your legs around his torso to keep him close to you. You wished he spoke to you and not his brother, but he seemed more intent in sparking jealousy in his brother than passion in you.

You reached up and stroked his cheek, “I need more of you.”

“Of course, my dear. I feel the same,” he agreed.

Geta pulled out of you and turned you around so you leant over the large dining table. You stretched out your arms over the table and he slapped his cock against your hole. You couldn’t distract yourself from Caracalla’s presence. Geta may be used to having sex in front of others, but you were not. You looked at him as Geta pushed his way inside you again, biting your lip as you were stretched apart. It made Caracalla’s breath catch in his throat. He could leave the room, but he wanted to see you. He wanted his brother to finally grant him permission to fuck you.

You felt Geta lean down behind you, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“Just like that. You’re always so good. Such a good girl,” he praised, quiet enough for your ears only.

His cock felt magnificent, as though Venus really did use him as a vessel. When he made you feel this good, you wanted to do anything he asked of you. If he wanted to make his brother jealous, you would help him.

“He is hitting all my spots,” you moaned, still looking at the smaller brother.

Caracalla had begun to stroke himself underneath his tunic, using his pre-cum to ease the glide of his fist. Geta’s hands moved your hips to move your body as he thrust at a steady pace. You noticed that Caracalla’s fist now match the same pace as his brother’s hips.

Geta suddenly pulled completely out of you and walked around the edge of the table. Caracalla thought this was finally his moment. His brother had left you, leaving you to finally be railed by him. He was already hard, all he had to do was sink inside you. He started to walk towards you, but Geta quickly returned to his spot behind you before his brother could get near your exposed body. He had picked up a strawberry and bit off a small piece at the tip of it. You thought he would rub it along your spine, so were very shocked when it came into contact with your puckered hole.

“Oh brother, look at this!” Geta exclaimed, calling his brother over.

Caracalla moved to stand next to Geta, and watched on in awe as he rubbed the fruit all over your asshole. This was the ultimate tease for Caracalla. Geta knew how much his brother adored anal. He didn’t care if it was a man or woman’s hole, he would claim it as his.

The shorter brother gasped as your hole tensed up, the sensation of liquid running down your hole feeling very foreign to you.

“Oh brother, please. Do you require me to beg, because I will,” he cried. Caracalla fell to his knees next to his brother’s feet. “I must have her, brother. I must!”

Geta enjoyed watching his brother beg. They shared everything throughout their life. He took beatings from their father in his brother’s place, so he knew he deserved to keep you all to himself.

“Just my tongue. That’s all I’ll use. Just one damn lick!” He pled.

Everyone remained in silence for a few tense moments before Geta’s low voice broke it, “No.”

He then pressed his cock into you again and resumed what he had paused. He grabbed your hair and forced your back to arch.

“Venus wants me to shoot my seed all over your hole,” declared Geta.

You nodded back at him, encouraging him to chase his release, knowing the faster he went, the more intense it would feel. “Please, Emperor.”

You moaned and squealed as he pummelled into you. The strange noises caught Dundus’ attention and he made his way over to you on the table. You swatted the monkey away, hoping it would go back to the meat it was eating prior. Caracalla willed his monkey to stay near to put off his brother, but his pet betrayed him for slices of roast chicken.

“Gods,” Caracalla whimpered as he spilled his cum onto the grey, cold floor after only a minute of jacking off.

Geta followed soon after. He pulled out of you and stroked a few times before letting his cum fall onto your asshole. When he was done, he stood back to look at the mess he had made. He approved at the state he had left you in and went to the table to pick up a goblet of red wine. He was rather exhausted now, and needed to be replenished. You remained where you were bent over the table, catching your own breath.

“Can I clean her up?” Caracalla asked softly. You staying still like that, it was like you were begging him to touch you. His brother had finally finished, and left you wet and ready for him.

Geta walked towards his brother and threw his wine over his face.

“Filthy ape!” He yelled out in frustration. You were his! How many different ways did Geta need to tell his brother this?

Geta gave you your dress and pulled his own toga on again. When you were dressed, he took your hand to lead you out of the room.

“Get a slave to clean all this up,” requested Geta to Caracalla, referring to all the wine and cum left in puddles on the floor.

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[solarenchanting]

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔

pairing: fushiguro tōji x fem!reader

summary: you’re so sick of fushiguro tōji.

note: asshole!tōji. implied toxic relationship dynamics. usage of “[last name].” emotional distress (reader).

a/n: inspired and named after the song “i hate u” by sza. this was also written in a stream-of-consciousness, so i apologise for any inconsistencies, spelling or grammatical errors. i hope whoever stumbles upon this fic, may you enjoy it.

and as always, much love from me to you <33

“you’re a fucking coward, fushiguro.”

your eyes narrowed, focusing on the back of the man standing before you. you took in how he didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice—not even at the sound of the grainy sand of the beach shifting underneath you and him.

it was almost as if he was expecting you to find him here. his back facing you, hands in his pockets, head leveled, as he stared off into the distance of the vast, blue sea—the crashing sound of the harsh waves colliding with the rocks nearby and the smell of nicotine filling the air, the stream of smoke dancing above his head.

“fushiguro, huh?” he mused, the burnt tip of the cigarette glowing red as he took a drag. he took the cigarette in one hand, exhaling and tapping off the ash into the sand. “what ever happened to tōji ?”

your glare hardened—and you knew he felt it at the back of his head—with your lips twisted into a grimace. crossing your arms, you retort, “you tell me.”

“and tell you what?” his reply was quick, laced with challenge. this time, he moved his head over his shoulder. dull, green eyes staring into yours, and shrugged, “what is there for me to say?”

you stared at him with disbelief, jaw slacked and eyebrows furrowed. a part of you expected this—his cold attitude, the blank expression on his face as he smoked another drag— but another part of you felt hurt—angry, even.

“are you fucking kidding me?”

“does it look like it?”

he turned around slowly, glancing down for a moment to watch the ash fall from his cigarette as he tapped it off again, before staring back at you. he looked at you expectedly, as if he was actually serious—playing fucking dumb.

“what do you want me to say… [last name] ?”

“huh, wow…” you shook your head, turning it the other way incredulously as you stared at the sight of the waves crashing onto the rocks. you sucked your teeth, the tip of your tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

again, you should’ve expected this behaviour from him—it was typical. hell, this wasn’t even your first time dealing with this—the indifference. the back-and-forth. beating around the bush and never getting to a resolution—just arguments with him that wore you out.

and yet, you couldn’t stop your body from trembling at his cutthroat tone. how your crossed arms pressed against your chest, as if you were shielding yourself from him, or the way your heart clenched at his words.

it was getting boring—exhausting even. standing here, on the fucking beach of all places, repeating another moment that has occurred for countless of times of you and him talking in circles, of chasing after him and confronting him at his haunts.

everything was a huge difference to the earlier days of your relationship that you often reminisced about late at night—the ones filled with romance; date nights, surprised gifts, flirtatious banter, dancing and kissing in the kitchen.

it was those nights that made you hold onto whatever you had going on with him. you wore the rose coloured glasses and you knew that, causing you to lose yourself in the process—becoming lost in a lie, in what once was. hoping that one day, those days will come back— that you’d find your way back to each other.

but hope was a fragile thing—and it diminished as slowly as you began letting go.

your eyes flickered back to him, his cold stare boring into yours. in that moment, you couldn’t imagine if the roles were reversed—you would’ve never treated him the way he did you.

yet the other part of you filled with anger couldn’t help but wonder what you would do to make him feel like this.

“you know what, fushiguro?” your voice was barely a whisper, the words carrying through the crashing and whooshing noise of the waves.

tōji remained quiet, arching his eyebrow as he exhaled smoke once more, signaling you to continue.

“i hate you.”

[ang3lmoans]

The sounds echoing off the walls. Their bodies intertwined, and Angel was a moaning mess around Garam. His eyes were practically rolling back as the man gagged around him. A part of the man was holding back. Hearing how his ex treated him he was hesitant to show any signs of aggression. As Garam pulled off Angel glanced down seeing the saliva against Garam’s lip connecting him to his tip. Angel’s cock twitched like crazy as he did his best not to bust all over his face this early. He quickly looked away focusing on what he was doing. He slurped and swallowed the man’s cock repeatedly. Running his tongue along Garam’s shaft as he bobbed his head. The tip of Angel’s tongue grazed his balls with every deep throat. The smaller man took his length into his mouth once more. This time it felt different. Garam was barely taking him and going rather slow. It felt amazing but it didn’t feel the same as before. Unconsciously Angel began to buck his hips toward the man’s mouth. He wanted more, needed more. His thrust didn’t last long before Garam pulled off again and pushed his hand. He let out a groan as he listened to the man. Angel licked his lips, “How can I say no when you said please like that? Dammit Garam, you keep talking like that I won’t be able to hold back anymore” Angel growled as he pulled his free hand up to his mouth and carefully sucked on his own fingers. He glanced down at Garam wanted to watch him pump his length for a bit. Angel was leaking all over Garam’s hands. The view made him moan around his fingers and quickly he looked away again. Once his fingers were nice and soaked the two dights pressed against his hole. “Who knew you were so lewd Garam. How long have you been thinking about these fingers?” He smirked as he made a circular motion and applied more pressure. It didn’t take long before Angel’s index finger slid inside Garam pushing down to the knuckle. He began thrusting the one finger in and out of the man amazed by how tight he was around his finger. “Sucking me in? Was this your plan the whole time?” Angel teased as he added the second finger. Angel hooked his fingers as he began to pump them in and out of Garam. His fingers aimed for his spot as Angel moaned around Garam’s balls which he slipped into his mouth. Angel wasn’t letting up. His fingers worked his entrance. Making scissor motions, twisting inside of them to just straight pounding. Hearing Garam moan was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. As Angel popped off the man’s balls he licked his lips, “You’re soaked back here…such a good boy taking my fingers so well” Angel was becoming more comfortable, showing a side of himself, not many people saw. He was lying fully on his shoulder as his fingers worked no longer using that side to hold himself up. His free hand smacked Garam’s ass hard. He watched closely as his fingers continued to disappear with each thrust. His toes began to curl and his hips thrust forward repeatedly, “Fuck baby, just like that…”

garam moaned, sending vibrations down the other's shaft the moment his own entered angel's mouth. the muscles in his lower abdomen tightened, a shiver traveled up his spine that ultimately caused his whole body to flinch. in turn, he unintentionally took more than what he was prepared for down his throat causing him to gag and release angel's cock from his mouth. it was only a matter of half of an inch that was pushed further down his throat but taking into count it's width, it was enough to choke him. "fuck," he breathed out as he pulled his hand away to wipe the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the tip of angel's dick. he looked down to watch angel go to work on his own member, letting his hand return to continue stroking the other. he'd forgotten just how good it felt to be consumed by something so warm, so wet. garam was so focused on watching the man laying beside him work that he hadn't even noticed the tears that had made their way down his cheeks from choking on the other's length until he felt them drip off of his chin and onto his the arm that was supporting himself up. garam was quick to wipe his eyes, his body shifting as he tried to find a more comfortable position that both hid his face from the other's view without making angel's own actions uncomfortable for him. it was a choice made partially from his own selfishness as he didn't want angel to stop but he also worried how angel would react if he saw garam and thought he was crying. garam didn't want angel to get the wrong ide, he truly was enjoying himself and the tears were only from the unexpected expansion in his throat. as his lips welcomed angel's dick once again, he began to bob his head up and down, continuing to take only what he could comfortably fit. his actions were slow and deliberate, wanting to hear angel moan and groan in both frustration and pleasure. garam wanted to see if angel would make any attempts at taking the lead in regards to his own pleasure, if he'd move his hips to push more of himself down garam's throat or if he'd lend a hand to the back of garam's head. just anything, he was curious to see the other's habits in a situation like this. before giving him the chance, however, he replaced his mouth with his hand again, continuing to stroke the man slowly, but only so he could speak. "you can touch me," garam granted permission, though he was unsure if angel would actually proceed. he assumed this was as far as they would go in terms of sexual progress, garam was convinced they wouldn't have penetrative sex, but that didn't mean angel couldn't use his fingers if he wanted to. "your hands are so big, your fingers..." he paused to lick his lips but his teeth ended up sinking into his lower lip as if to stifle a moan, "put them in me, please." he begged, tightening his fingers around angel's shaft with each upward stroke. "only if you want," he added in only to have another moan interrupt him.

[kangals]

Btw I was too shy to share it on the post but my petty dog take for you: I have this … like… I don’t know how to describe it except ojou-sama-type disdain for dogs that are too jumpy and excitable and unreserved. Or even just too determined? Like there are some dogs that just try over and over to get into my fanny pack at the dog park (smells like treats) and I’m internally going Ohohoho. You’re embarrassing yourself… tch… have some self respect… another way of putting this is that I need a dog that knocks it off. I love a dog that’s a fucking quitter. 👍 anyway I only really hear people who don’t like dogs at all espousing this take and IDK MAN IM JUST A PETTY ASSHOLE ABOUT DOGS’ PERSONALITIES SOMETIMES. WHICH DEFINITELY MAKES ME THE WEIRD ONE JFJDN but then I was thinking about it during vacation and my not-dog-owning friends were all like “wow Audrey is so demanding she just stares at you *all the time*, what does she even want” BUT THAT IS IMPISH AND DELIGHTFUL AND HER DESIRES ARE POLITE EVEN WHEN THEY AREN’T. TO ME. It’s just funny how idiosyncratic we all are about dog traits

holy shit yes I’m dying at “I love a dog who’s a fucking quitter” THATS IT EXACTLYYYY. I need a dog who knows how to take an L. I have so many ‘working dog’ friends who just want dogs that you have to beat back with a fucking stick to get them to stop doing something which is THE WORST PERSONALITY trait to me… like omg I just cannot deal with it. That’s even a big reason why I like collies as opposed to other herding breeds, they’re so much more chill. I just cannot do “intense” dogs it makes me instantly miserable. Same with body awareness, I don’t want my dog to be a fucking bowling ball that’s going to take out my knees, bitch step aside!! Sort yourself out!!

tbh Kep is like… the absolute maximum of how much ‘persistent idiot’ personality im willing to tolerate. And I’m sure to like literally any dog trainer he is nowhere CLOSE to being bad, I just have such a microscopically thin tolerance line for it. but also the ‘dogs staring at you’ thing doesn’t bother me bc I’m great at ignoring that, and I know lots of ppl who hate that. sucks for you but I’m different. Etc.

anyway this is one of the greatest takes I’ve ever read. Agree 1000%. you 🤝 me.

[gloriousburden]

What's the most untrue and ridiculous Loki take you've ever heard?

As of recent events, as well as not so recent events… that Loki is not at all evil/that he cannot have aspects of evil, because he is a victim of abuse. It’s a bad way to view not only fictional characters, but real life people as well in all honesty. I don’t fuck with that sort of rhetoric of viewing people as inherently innocent in EVERY single act that they commit just because they are a victim of abuse. Acknowledging that victims of abuse can do wrong is not taking away from the abuse that they faced. Some dumbass shit.

Loki’s reserved behavior automatically equals that he’s hiding every aspect of who he is because he hates himself. He can only be happy if he’s bouncing off the walls. 🤦🏻‍♀️

One of the most annoying ones for me is always going to be that Tumblr post that said Loki is 17 years old because a bunch of people started taking that seriously. HE IS PLAYED BY A MAN WHO WAS PUSHING 30. It’s a dumbass way to view fictional ages. People do this with Mipha from the Legend of Zelda too. She’s 100+ years old, but is technically an older teenager/young adult, because that’s how her species ages. We can accept bird people, enemy mobs as a whole, and a talking tree, but not the fact that a fictional race of FISH PEOPLE age differently from Hylians/other Zelda species, and have different standards of age in their culture. THAT’S what’s unlikely to them lol.

That he would prefer Laufeyson as a last name. I understand why some people think that it’ll help separate him from Odin, but in all honesty… it may be even worse. It’s tied to his background, which he hates. And he has no love for Laufey. It “others” him even more. He is Loki of Asgard. “Laufey’s Son?” He hated that.

I think this one’s a bit biased due to being an enjoyer of historical accuracy, but people HCing Loki as easily loving VERY modern Midgardian things (that don’t have any sort of familiarity to him) irks me. His ass would NOT love artificial sweeteners as soon as he is straight out of Asgard!!! Maybe he will in the unforeseeable future who knows. BUT NOT RIGHT NOW GIVE HIM TIME! Oh and obviously people treating Loki as a modern Midgardian and not as an ancient god. Let him be weirded out/bewildered by modern concepts please it’s fun!

Shit I’ve heard a whole LOT of worse ones why can’t I think… obviously, any takes that justify the series. Any takes that justify mischaracterizing Loki.

I do really dislike the fanon impression of Thor 1 Loki being an innocent baby. Not innocent as in his actions, but as in his amount of intelligence. He obviously was done very wrong and was a victim, but why do we have to act like he was a naive character in every single aspect? He gets woobified REALLY badly which sucks because Thor 1 Loki is so interesting. He’s intelligent and he didn’t just become intelligent because he was wronged.

Erm… I’m really trying to think here…

Honestly, takes that take away from Loki’s actions. Or any takes that HEAVILY blame him. Obviously, any takes from casual MCU fans who love the series and try to justify how the variant was mocked and belittled 🤢 any takes on OG Loki that use the series as a source.

Yeah there’s definitely a whole lot of worse ones i could go for hours about series related shit but..

I’ll come back to this if I think of anything.

Thank you for the asks they make me think a lot and I appreciate that LOL you’re cool

[moeblob]

They're soulmates in every single universe and I miss them at the most random times.

[blujayonthewing]

fighting for my life to Be Cool About It playing felix as a dnd character who has only known the party for one(1) egregiously shitty week rather than get carried away with romance subplots I'm inventing in my own head, as if simon getting Enthusiastic and visibly excited while talking a lot doesn't instinctively trigger, in felix, the exact same profound heart eyes reflex that justin doing so does for me in real life

[illdothehotvoice]

Sometimes I forget Princess Peach Showtime exists actually. Like it's not bad it's just so disconnected from the rest of the series plot and genre wise I kind of just. Forget it happened???? Like we as a fandom do not bring it up at all chcbcbxbsfg.

[francy-sketches]

If I'd actually posted all my pjo art when I made it instead of hoarding it like a little goblin for no apparent reason today I might have been known as the octavian guy instead of the joffrey guy...scary thought...

[lloydfrontera]

i don't think theo would relapse after rakiel dies but i do think he would overcorrect so hard to avoid it he'd end up developing a whole new eating disorder because of it. not really starving himself as much as controlling everything he eats down to the tiniest bite. not allowing himself to deviate from his diet at all and feeling extemely guilty and anxious when he does. in a horrible situation where nothing feels right and there's so little he can do to fix it, this is the one thing he has control over. this is the one thing he can do to make sure things go as well as they can. he fucked up once and rakiel had to step in to fix him but now his brother is gone and there'll be no one to catch the pieces if he breaks again so. he just has to make sure he never does. he has to control himself because there's no one now to extend a hand to help him up if he falls.

[uncanny-tranny]

I think the thing about the way people conceptualize empathy is... when you're interacting with other people, they are going through things that, which you may empathize with, you won't always understand, partially because you're two different people, but also because not all situations are 1:1 copy-pastes that are easy to understand.

This isn't saying that empathy is useless, but that acknowledging when you relate personally to somebody and yet also recognizing that this is their struggle is important. When people pretended to empathize with me, it made me feel like I was being placated to. I felt like people were only trying to shut me up by saying that they, personally, "get it," when I knew they didn't. I just don't want people replicating that because they genuinely do want to help the people in their lives.

[goldentigerfestival]

I love the vocal nuance in this exchange, but also posting this for my differences posts because this is one of the changes that infuriates me the most. Yuri didn't threaten Ioder, did not threaten him with a weapon, and just said he'd punch him in a lazy, half joking voice (half joking as in, he really doesn't want to hear that - that's just his way of saying so; but that's not the voice of someone who is super angry and threatening).

My other huge grievance is that this is a recurring issue between them in the dub. Yuri is pretty much always vocally rude to Ioder. Ioder has done nothing to wrong him or anyone and has only ever done good for the people where he's able to.

Yet despite Ioder being nothing but sincere, honest and polite with Yuri, in fact even happy to see him here and there, dub Yuri is outright tonally rude to him leading right up this scene where he threatens Ioder in this dark voice. Meanwhile he's actually just supposed to be… lazily telling Ioder he'll punch him in his Yuri Lowell way of saying "I don't want to hear that".

The dub really just wanted to turn Yuri into this dark edgelord and I hate that for my goofy, silly boy.

[wreckedhoney]

"WONDERFUL SHOW TONIGHT, FORREST."

a KILLER FREQUENCY Marie Campbell/Forrest Nash ship playlist on YT

"Good to talk to you again, Forrest. You know, I've really enjoyed our chats tonight." "I guess we've had some moments."

Tracklist under the cut

Is Everybody Going Crazy? - Nothing But Thieves / The Perfect Girl - Mareux / We Don't Have To Dance - Andy Black / Night Issues (Nightcall x Daddy Issues) Mashup/Remix - FuturePastPerson / "Bassically" - Tei Shi / Cold Summer - Mareux / Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey / Destruction Of Us - Mr.Kitty / Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer / HUSH - Ari Abdul / DTLA - Mareux / Make You Mine - Madison Beer / FEAR YOU - Kat Von D / Bad Romance - Lady Gaga / Dark All Day - GUNSHIP / Maniac (feat. Conor Mason of Nothing But Thieves) - AWOLNATION

[alchemiclee]

every time someone dislikes a character I consider autistic because they seem highly autistic coded, especially if it's "for no reason/just a feeling" I get so incredibly sad and offended because I just know it's because they have autistic traits. I know these people would do the same to me and other irl autistic people. and that's always such a shitty reason to dislike/hate someone.

I just know they would hate us autistic for "no reason" and it would be because people for some reason dislike autistic people based on some obscure random feeling and they can't even tell you why. they often see us as "broken neurotypicals" or we give them that "uncanny valley robot" feeling (especially for high masking autistic people) or whatever it is. they often think we appear "normal" in every way, except something is "off" to them, they they dislike and bully us for it. it's not our fault we were born with these traits/disability so it's not fair to hate us for it!

at least that's how it always seems to go for me and everyone autistic person i've personally know. especially ones better at masking. (I personally was never good at masking and was seen as a "weird freak" who deserves bullying no matter what I did, especially since i was unable to talk 95% of the time as a kid) the mask still never truly hides that "off feeling" people get. i'm sure other autistic people experience this too, but people always dislike me or even hate me and usually can't ever seem to give me a reason. friends will suddenly turn on me and not give me a reason. (especially if we always had text based communication online and then we meet irl the first time. they suddenly turn on or abandon me after that). if I can get a reason out of someone, it's always because *insert random autistic trait here* so I assume it's the same with every case

if this happens irl, it has to be the same for fictional characters, right? it's the only explanation I can think of. I see stuff like this all the time. the autistic coded characters are always getting hate for seemingly no reason like this:

meanwhile, the autistic coded characters always become my favorites because I understand them better and relate