#lucius aurelius x male reader

[boypied]

LA CAGNA DEL GLADIATORE.

pairings: gladiator!lucius verus x male reader

summary: the male reader was a male harlot who was paid to sleep with the gladiators before they went out to fight in the arena. he gets sent to lucius verus' cell.

requested by: me

warnings: smut, oral (r!giving), anal sex, unprotected sex.

When you were younger, your family always took trips to the battle arena. You loved watching the gladiatores fight in the arena. You wanted nothing more than to meet them, little did you know that in twelve years' time you would be working in the arena as a male harlot. Each cycle of gladiatores that come into the arena as a fighter gets to have their way with you, but it must be kept very hush hush because the majority of them have wives.

You take a deep breath and make your way through the under belly of the arena, where all the gladiators are kept. You've been told that there is a new man in here that is in dyer need of servicing before he goes out to perform for all the audience. As you walk past the guards, you here, one of them whisper to the other "la cagna del gladiatore." Which translate to The Gladiatores Bitch.

You roll your eyes as you hear the guards' remark about you. You flash them a small smile as they hand you one single rusty key, which you're guessing is for the door that is holding the gladiatore that you're here to service. You slowly walk past all the locked metal doors that are holding many gladiatores inside.

You try to block the catcalls from previous gladiators that you have serviced in the past. You aren't here for them. You're here for the freshest meat in the arena. You slowly push the key into the lock and hear a click as you gently twist it. You slide the door open and slowly slide in, locking the door behind you, "Hello?" You mumble out nervously as you see a shadow come out of the darkness and into the flame light.

You smile softly at him, "I've been sent to...service you," you say while gently and seductively nibbling at your lip. Lucius stares at you for a moment until he finally opens her mouth to break the awkward silence. "What?" A confused look spreads across his face. "The emperors send their favourite...harlot to pleasure the gladiators so that they're relaxed before they have to fight in the arena." You say nervously as you scratch the back of your head.

Lucius studies you for a moment until he steps back slightly and sits down against the poorly made bed that has been placed in here. "Okay." He mutters out, he pulls down his gladiator skirt revealing his semi-hard monstrous sized cock. Your eyes widen as you get down on your knees coming closer to his cock, "woah" you mumble under your breath. Lucius catches onto your words. "What's wrong?" He says as another wave of confusion hits him.

"Your a whore right? You've seen a lot of cock." Lucius says to you as he looks down at you between his legs, "Yeah, yeah..I've just never seen one that big before." You say with an excited smile on your face, Lucius chuckles nervously hearing you say those words "I hope that it can be everything you hope." You watch as he leans his head back slightly and closes his eyes to really enjoy what's about to happen.

You gently take his thick tip into your mouth as your tongue slowly begins to swirl around it, tasting each drop of pre-cum that leaks out of his large member. Lucius, let's out sultry groans of pleasure as he's clearly been pent up in this cell in desperate need of an orgasmic release. You slowly lean down more, taking him inch by inch until you reach the base. You practically snuggle your nose against his bushy pubes breathing in his manly warrior scent.

Your tongue slides down the back of his cock and you feel his body shudder, "o-oh fuck!" Lucius groans out feeling your warm mouth coat his entire cock with your saliva as you begin to slide your head up and down tasting him for his entirety. Your jaw begins to ache while your mouth is gaped open as you just about managed to fit the entirety of his cock inside your mouth.

Lucius can't handle it anymore, "Stop, stop, stop!" He groans out in agonising pleasure as you immediately throw your head away from his cock. "D-Did I do something wrong?" You say confused as you look at his pleasure filled face. He lets out a loud chuckle, "no it's was great...I just wanna fuck your ass" he says with an horny and hungry look in his eyes.

You notice a dark lust filled look behind his eyes that helps you immediately know that you're in for an incredible fuck. You chuckle slightly as he is in desperate need for an ass, you seductively strip off naked revealing your smooth body for him as you get down on your knees leaning down forward, ass up exposing your tight pink pucker to him. "Show me how a true gladiator fucks" I say in a sultry tone.

Lucius darts off the bed and gives your ass a spank as he watches it giggle "I've missed sex" he mumbles under his breath as he presses his slick wet tip against your pucker as he slowly pushes himself in, once he pushes past the tight muscle ring he slowly thrusts in inch by inch until his pubes are pressed right against your filled opening.

Lucius' hands grip on your hips as he slowly pulls out and roughly thrusts back in all the way to the base, you bite your lip to hold back from screaming in pleasure and Lucius throws his head back in orgasmic pleasure, your grip on his cock was enough to make him bust but he held back. Lucius begins to piston fuck into you until your mind was becoming numb and completely cock-dumb.

"L-Lucius!" You whimper out in an agonising amount of pleasure as each thrust from his large thick cock hits you right in the g-spot, "fuck yes!" He groans out and he starts letting out loud grunts as he pumps into you a couple more times until he shoots his load deep inside you. Your eyes widen in shock and pleasure as your cock spurts cum against the cold hard floor as you feel Lucius' seed fill you up.

Your eyes flutter back slightly as you feel Lucius pull out of your hole, longingly to feel his length deep inside you. You stand up, wobbling slightly as you feel his cum seep out of your hole and drip down your leg and you look at the puddle of your cum that's in the middle of the floor. You chuckle nervously as you put your elegant robe back on to cover yourself up, Lucius pulls his gladiator skirt and sits back down against the bed.

Lucius smiles at you softly, "I hope to see you again." Hearing his words causes a thick red blush to spread across your face, "I hope that I see you again...so don't die in the arena tomorrow" you say to him in a soft tone causing him to chuckle slightly. He waves you goodbye as you leave the cell, locking it behind you. You walk past all the large cell doors, thinking about Lucius and how out of all the men you've served and pleasured, he was the only one who made you cum.

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Arcanum Amorem

ACTUS PRIMUS: PART I

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Pairing: Lucius Verus Aurelius x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.2k words

Summary: A request for my beloved mutual @chibipeachu <33 // AU inspired by Romeo and Juliet, where you meet a gladiator on the first night of the Saturnalia, and both of you seem to be immediately struck by Cupid's arrow.

Warnings: MINORS DNI (this fic is 18+), Alternate Universe (no emperor Lucius), deviation from canon, Lucius and Reader are in their 20s, forbidden love, slight power imbalance, fluff, some angst, eventual smut, potentially some depictions of violence, no death at the end, jealousy, alcohol consumption (wine), potentially some historical inaccuracies (SORRY), and I think that's it but lmk if anything else!

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Favorable match… Political allies… One more year…

Your name was whispered behind you, but you quickly shushed them without bothering to see who it was. Your ear was pressed against the door to your father’s tablinum, trying to listen in on his conversation with a young suitor who had come to ask for your hand. It was already hard enough to hear anything over the harsh pounding of your heart and you didn’t need any more distractions.

But your name was insistently hissed again, much closer to your other ear, and you glared over your shoulder at the culprit — your cousin, Alba. Before you could say anything, though, there was shuffling inside the room, and the two of you quickly scurried down the hall to hide in Alba’s bedroom. Unconsciously, you took her hand and squeezed her fingers anxiously.

You heard the tablinum’s door open, followed by loud male voices trailing towards the atrium. You peered into the hallway and saw your father clapping the suitor’s shoulder, both laughing boisterously. Their backs were to you, so you couldn’t see more than his profile, and you wondered if he even knew what you looked like. Not like it really mattered anyway, as marriage was usually about forming ties with other powerful families. Perhaps his ambition was the only thing he cared about, and you loathed him all the more for it. 

Alba misinterpreted the scowl on your face, huffing with amusement.

“Are you so eager to see who wants to court you?” She said, a teasing edge to her tone. “You’ll meet him soon enough at your father’s party. The Saturnalia would be an auspicious time for an engagement, don’t you think?”

“It’s not that!” You scoffed, making the sign of the evil eye and crossing your arms over your chest. “I actually would much prefer not to meet him at all.”

She raised an eyebrow, bewildered but still amused. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t want to be married off to a complete stranger. Is that so unreasonable?” 

She rolled her eyes, waving you off. “We’ve all gotten nervous about marriage at one point. I am sure your father would not accept an offer from someone who wasn’t kind, at least.”

You shrugged one shoulder, unsure. “Unless he had the right name.”

“Come now, let’s not be too pessimistic, dear cousin! Married life isn’t all that terrible, I promise,” she said. “And nothing is set in stone yet, but you have to realize that even if it isn’t him, it’ll be someone else.”

Her tone was meant to be placating, but to you, it seemed more like the kind one used when addressing a petulant child, which irritated you even more.

“Well, it’s easy for you to say. Quintus is almost always on campaign, so you don’t have to deal with him all that much.”

“Though I deal with our boys, who happen to be just like him,” she pointed out with a sigh, though a fond smile tugged at her lips. “Quintus is kind, if absent, but we live comfortably and I have to be grateful for that.”

You sighed heavily, knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere in this conversation. Alba meant well, but she was quite content to do what was asked of her without a second thought. Everything was as the Gods willed it, she always said. Why spit in the face of the Gods by asking for more when she already had everything she needed?

You had always known your fate would be marriage, but you had foolishly held out hope that you would have a choice in the matter. Still, every one of your senses rebelled at the mere thought of anything else. At least Alba was right in that nothing was set in stone yet, so you still had time to come up with an alternative… and perhaps come to terms with whatever consequences would come out of it. 

“Come, you must be starving,” she said, her tone conciliating, sliding an arm over your shoulders. “Let us get some dinner and speak of other things, alright?”

You hesitated, but your stubborn resolve fell away at the hopeful, earnest look on her face. Despite your differences, you loved each other, and you knew she only wanted the best for you. You could at least get some solace from that. You gave her a tentative smile and nodded, letting her squeeze you against her. 

“Lead the way, then.”

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Lucius had no expectations about the party he was being dragged to. Because it was the Saturnalia, he was not expected to fight for the guests’ entertainment, which was a relief, but it would certainly feel strange to be a guest of sorts. He still wasn’t sure how Ravi knew the host – a respected politician who had been elected Aedile that past July – or how he managed to convince him to let a gladiator join the celebrations. But then again, it was the only holiday where all the social norms were overturned, and so he didn’t question it too much.

The guards posted at the front gate nodded at Ravi in recognition, letting them both in. Music and a cacophony of voices greeted them as they passed by the atrium, growing louder as Ravi led him through the house towards the gardens. Carafes of wine, platters of fruit, and other refreshments were passed around for everyone to indulge, but Lucius was too preoccupied with taking in the scene. 

There were a few panel portraits of the family on the walls by the main hall, but he couldn’t get a good look at any of them. Wealth was spelled out in the form of intricate mosaics and large frescoes, but there was nothing pretentious enough to be in bad taste. The dining room faced the garden and was open on two sides, letting the evening air circulate, bringing about the smell of roses. By the central pool, musicians played in earnest, the melody playful and uplifting. A few people danced, but others were content to clap and sing along. The atmosphere was relaxed and full of merriment, and Lucius found himself getting a little infected by all of it. 

“Not bad, right?” Ravi said, noticing the look on his face.

“Certainly better than the barracks,” Lucius said with a small shrug, trying to appear nonchalant.

Ravi chuckled, searching for a familiar face among the crowd. Lucius caught the eye of a pair of ladies and smiled at them politely, nodding in acknowledgment. The two of them giggled flirtatiously and whispered to each other, but he looked away so he wouldn’t encourage them to approach.

“There he is,” Ravi said, pointing to the other side of the garden. “Come, we should greet our host.”

As he was dragged off again, you finally emerged from your room, unable to stall any longer. Nerves and dread had you on edge, unpleasantly settling in the pit of your stomach. You served yourself a cup of wine from a nearby table and downed it for courage, putting on what you hoped was a normal-looking smile as you headed outside. A few guests stopped to greet you, exchanging a few pleasantries, but you were too distracted to engage too deeply in conversation. 

You saw Alba ushering her two young sons back inside, both of them grievously protesting their bedtime. She shared a conspiratorial look with you as she passed, rolling her eyes, and you snickered, inclining your head to let her know you’d wait for her to return. In the meantime, you watched the musicians for a moment, merely enjoying the lively folk song they were playing.

Across the garden, still unnoticed by you, Ravi was introducing Lucius to your father. He looked over Lucius’s armor – which happened to be his best garment for the occasion – lingering on the twin rearing horses and the griffins just beneath, the steel glinting in the firelight. 

“I recognize you,” your father said to Lucius. “Did I not just see you at the games the other day? Set against that Barbary lion?”

Lucius nodded and your father raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Few have faced such a mighty beast and lived to tell the tale. You are quite the fierce fighter.”

“You honor me with your words. I thank you,” Lucius said, placing a hand on his breastplate, right above his heart.

Your father looked around and spotted you across the central pool, still standing by yourself. Lucius followed his gaze and immediately straightened upon seeing you. You were swathed in rich purple fabric, adorned by garlands of flowers and dainty gold jewelry – like an Oread descended from the hills to grace the mortals with her radiant, unearthly beauty. Your eyes were closed in reverie as you swayed slightly to the music, a serene smile on your face. 

It was as if he had been struck by a divine beam, anchoring him in place. The rest of the party seemed to fall away, and even sound couldn’t reach him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was unable to grasp the right words. Your father glanced back and saw the expression on his face, realization sinking in like a heavy stone. Some of his geniality disappeared, a cool politeness taking over. Ravi elbowed Lucius to get his attention and he cleared his throat, blinking the daze out of his eyes. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, I must go speak to my daughter. It was a pleasure to see you, my friend.” Your father clapped Ravi’s shoulder, then turned his hardened gaze on Lucius. “And a pleasure to meet you, as well. Let us hope the Gods continue to favor you in the arena.”

Both Ravi and Lucius dipped their heads in a small, polite bow. Just as he started walking towards you, you finally spotted them. For a moment, your eyes met those of the handsome gladiator, shock at his presence just barely registering before intrigue set in. The intensity with which he looked at you, with the unwavering focus of a hunter, sent a shiver down your spine. For once, the urge to flee was accompanied by the faint wish he might give chase. You frowned slightly in confusion at your own thoughts, but you did not move, only averting your gaze when your father reached you.

“Hello, little starling,” he said fondly, kissing your temple. “How generous of you to finally grace us with your presence.”

You grinned lopsidedly, rolling your eyes at him without any real annoyance. “Who was it you were just talking to?”

“An old friend, from my time in the army,” he said, studiously avoiding talking about Lucius. “You know, daughter, there is someone I would like you to meet tonight.”

“Oh?” you said, trying to sound casual despite the icy dread spreading in your chest. 

“Yes, the son of a good friend of mine who’s in the senate, Cassius. He is just getting started in politics, but he shows a lot of promise. Smart young man.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I-is he here already?”

“I don’t believe so, but why don’t I find you when he is? Here comes your cousin,” he said, smiling at her. “How goes it, dear Alba? You finally put those two rapscallions down?”

She nodded, huffing out a tired laugh. “A most arduous task… if it weren’t for my cousin here, I would have surely gone to bed myself.”

You snuck a glance at the other side of the garden once more, realizing the gladiator no longer stood there. Had he already left? You looped your arm through Alba’s, trying not to seem too keen to go looking for him. 

“Walk with me, perhaps it’ll help you stay awake,” you said.

“Just stay out of trouble, you two,” your father said, seemingly joking, but there was an undercurrent of sternness you did not miss. “And don’t stray too far.”

You tugged Alba away as your father turned to greet more guests. You walked with urgency without realizing it, practically dragging her along. You scanned the faces of those around you, but you had no luck finding him yet. 

“Slow down!” Alba exclaimed. “Where are you taking me?”

You snapped out of whatever frantic daze had gripped you. “N-nowhere, cousin. I suppose I am just… anxious.”

She wagged her eyebrows suggestively, but you scoffed, shaking your head. You grabbed another cup of wine from a nearby tray and drank, then handed it to her so she’d finish it off. You forced yourself to slow down, your disappointment growing as you did a full lap of the garden without even a glimpse of the gladiator. Alba was chattering off about some new gossip, but you weren’t really listening, absently nodding along.

What was once mildly pleasant about the party suddenly became overstimulating and oppressive. Your breathing became shallow with anxiety and your mind scrambled for an excuse to get away from everyone for a few minutes.

“Oh, I forgot to show you the lovely new brooch my mother got me,” you said, feigning excitement as you tried to swallow past the knot in your throat. “Let me go fetch it! I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure? We could wait until tomorrow,” she said, frowning with confusion as you disentangled from her. 

“No, no, I couldn’t possibly wait to show you! You’ll absolutely love it. Just wait here!”

Without giving her time to respond, you slipped through the crowd, hurrying past the dining room. As soon as all the sound dimmed into the background, you heaved a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. The light in the corridor was dimmer, the shadows offering more cover for you to sneak about. As you headed towards your bedroom, you spotted someone standing by the main hall, gazing at the portraits. You did a double take and recognized his armor first, your heart racing once again. You’d finally found him!

You glanced around to make sure there were no more stragglers. It was a great risk to you and your family’s honor to be there with him unaccompanied, but curiosity overrode your senses. It was as if you’d been bewitched, approaching him slowly, like a somnambulist. You stopped an appropriate distance away, not brave enough to get too close to him.

“Hello,” you said tentatively, your voice slightly tremulous. 

He looked over at you, momentarily taken aback at seeing you in the flesh. You glanced at the wall, noticing it was your portrait he’d been looking at. Your cheeks were instantly aflame, a thrill dancing under your skin. He huffed with self-reproaching amusement, shaking his head, and looked away as if ashamed he’d been caught doing something he was not supposed to. 

“It does not compare in the slightest,” he said after a moment, his voice soft.

You tilted your head curiously. “What do you mean?”

“The portrait,” he explained, glancing at you sidelong. “It does no justice to your present beauty.”

Your face grew even hotter at that, and you smiled bashfully. “You are much too kind. What is your name?”

“Lucius,” he said. “Though I am not commonly known by that name. Can you keep the secret?”

You nodded, placing a hand over your heart so he’d see you meant it. You smiled at each other before looking away once more, and you inched a little closer. He was even more attractive up close, but you restrained yourself from studying every detail of his face. The few times you’d attended games at the arena, you’d been forced to sit all the way at the back with the rest of the women. You’d recognized the fighter’s grace in the way he carried himself, standing with his shoulders squared and his head high. But you’d never been anywhere near talking distance to a gladiator, much less as the subject of their attention. That was another thrill in itself, which only made his allure greater.

“How do you know my father?” You asked.

“I don’t,” he said. “We have a mutual friend, that is all. He was merely gracious enough to let me into his house.”

“Well, I, for one, am very glad he did,” you said. “Though that is not to say I was not surprised to see you.”

He hummed thoughtfully, glancing down the hall. “I do not presume he knows where you are right now?”

You shook your head. “Oh, I would not be standing here if he did. He can be quite overprotective, as you can imagine. So… I guess we will both be keeping secrets tonight.”

You shared a conspiratorial smile and he turned to face you with renewed interest. His blue eyes roamed over you to further take you in, but you looked away, feeling all too exposed under his rapt attention. 

“Well, I cannot say I blame him, with such a precious jewel at home.”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed he inched a little closer, too. You pursed your lips, beyond pleased, but you wouldn’t give in so easily to pretty words.

“Does flattery always come so easily to you?” You asked, teasing, as you turned to face him, too. 

He chuckled, taking another small step closer. “Not before tonight.”

You hummed noncommittally, narrowing your eyes as if you didn’t believe him. 

“I wonder how many fair Roman ladies have heard the same…” You mused. “Perhaps I’ll have to put you to the test, to see if you really mean what you say.”

He laughed, unoffended, the sound hearty and genuine. “You spell trouble, my lady.”

You batted your lashes to appear innocent. “Me? I have done nothing!”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yet.”

Suddenly, you heard your name being called from the other side of the house. It was Alba again, and her voice was growing closer. You swore under your breath, glancing over your shoulder to make sure she wasn’t in sight yet.

“I must go,” you said hastily, trying not to seem too distressed. “Forgive me, I-I really thought we would have more time to talk.”

“I will find you before the night ends,” he said resolutely, taking your hands. “I won’t be leaving just yet.”

“My bedroom faces a balcony,” you said, lowering your voice. “Wait until everyone has gone to sleep, when the night is darkest, and I’ll meet you there. Be careful.”

He nodded, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles, all while holding your gaze. You painstakingly pulled away, casting one last glance at him before dashing to the west wing of the house, where your room was. 

You dug through your jewelry box and picked out a fine bronze brooch, straightening just as Alba reached the doorway. Your heart was hammering in your chest like a hare’s being pursued by hunters, but you tried to smile casually. 

“What happened, cousin? I told you it would be too much trouble to look for it tonight,” she said, though she seemed more excited than irritated. “Your father sent me to look for you. Cassius is here!”

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[boypied]

Lucius Verus [part two]

requested by - @eruindigo , @lokiloki2039

[part one]

You needed to see him again after that visit a couple of days ago, so it was a no-brainer to use your royal status to go sneak in to see him after hours. You managed to get past the guards, easy. You sneak through the dark, dodging the light that shines out of the cells, making sure that no other Gladiator sees you moving in the dark.

"I knew you'd come back," he blurts out as he walks towards you, gently pushing your shoulder, causing you to stumble back against the large metal door, you softly nibble your lip as you look down at his large, thick uncut cock that is swinging back and forth as he presses himself against you.

You slowly pull down your rich, high-quality garments turning yourself over, exposing your bare ass to him. Lucius softly presses a kiss against your exposed neck as he rubs the tip of his cock against your tight asshole, slowly pushing himself inside of you.

You've never felt such intense pleasure before, he slow pace begins to pick up until he grips onto your shoulders leaning himself back and he starts piston fucking into you his cock constantly rubbing against your sweet spot, your hard cock pressed against the cold steel of the prison cell door.

It doesn't take long until he pumps his thick creamy load inside your asshole, your eyes flutter back as he slowly pulls out and watches how him load drips out of your asshole as you slowly open yourself up as it drops out. Lucius gently kisses your neck as he pulls away. "Good boy," he mumbles.

You scoop up some of the cum from your asshole bringing it up to your lips, tasting him. "Again, tomorrow night." Lucius mumbles to you, and you nod your head as you slowly sneak out of his cell and down the hall until you manage to get out.

[boypied]

Lucius Verus

[part two]

You admired him from the podium that looked down upon the arena. You watched how Lucius' body moved and contorted, dodging his opponents swords. Your brother, the new emperor, watched with a sick, twisted look upon his face as he waited for Lucius to be impaled by one of the other gladiators. Your eyes darted from Lucius' sweaty face and body, and then you laid them upon your brothers face.

"Geta," you pull him to the side as you watch how the rage pours over his face, the furious scream he let out once Lucius defeated all the opponents. "...can I go speak with Lucius?" You ask with a quiet, polite tone as you bow down to him to try to persuade him. Geta grips the back of your hair, pulling you up to meet his eyes, "fine!" He mumbles through his gritted teeth. "You have five minutes, " he says to you.

You speed your way out of the podium area, and you make your way down the hundreds of stairs into the area where the victor goes after a match in the arena. You manage to get past the guards by giving them your word that Emperor Geta gave you permission to speak with Lucius. You walk into Lucius' cell, and you slowly tap him on the shoulder as he turns around slightly startled as his eyes meet yours.

"That was a great fight," you say nervously to him as you fiddle with your fingers. Lucius stares at you for a moment before muttering one single word out "thanks" he says as he turns away from you. He slowly pulls off gladiator armour as he reveals his naked body to you, "w-wow," you mumble under your breath as he stands there naked.

He turns around to face you, a small smirk appears on his face as he notices your blush. "Like what you see?" He mumbles out to you as he slowly walks closer to you as he cock swings back and forth with each step. You panic and run out of his cell, and you slam the door shut as you lean against it as you hear Lucius laughing "see you around sexy" he mumbles out through the crack in the door.