#tales from the party

[aroacesetitoff]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (in the same adventuring party)

[weaverofink]

punk douxie redesign!!! i just think he should have had an undercut tbh

+ bonus doodle:

i feel like they for sure wouldn't let him wear his whole punk getup at his cafe job so i put him in a uniform. for fun.

[heatherskept]

thought maybe i should post this here....hello griefer

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

You know what bestie you might just yet get me to like Steve

Older Steddie x fem reader- heavy metal lovers

Headcanons rockstar older Steddie x younger goth/punk reader. Reader is close to mid-20s and Steve/Eddie is middle-aged in their young 40s. Includes how reader met them through being a peep show performer.

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-Steve has a punk band called Hawkins Rebels and plays the bass guitar.

-You first saw Steve and Eddie at a car wash. In your bikini, you washed their tour vehicles for them. When they found out you were a fan, they put you on their guest list for their upcoming show.

-On tour for Steve's birthday, his big 4-0 Eddie suggested they go to a peep show in Los Angeles, California. The tour kicked off on the West Coast, but they were in town for three nights.

-At the peep show of all the ladies Steve and Eddie could get to entertain them it was you.

-Your outfit was all black, latex, and it included gloves, a jacket, and a dress. Underneath you had on lacy black lingerie.

-The whole strip tease made them so aroused and they couldn't hold back their erections or excitement. By the end of the night, you had them wrapped around your finger.

-Even though you had no idea who they were they ended up being big tippers. There was so much about you that turned them on but your eyes especially were your main asset and stood out to them.

-You were their dream girl and they had to have you. They planned to come back another night and make their presence known to you.

-There was no touching during the peep shows unless you were able to have the watchers reveal themselves and they planned that for another time. The aura of mystery would just have to be that way… for now.

-Your dancing was sensational and they agreed the only girl they wanted to see dance was you from now on.

-Corroded Coffin and Hawkins Rebels would tour together and that's how you would formally meet Steve and Eddie.

-At your first show of theirs you would wear all black, leather, spikes, and platform boots.

-Despite playing hard to get when the other fans/groupies of the bands would throw their bras and underwear/thongs onstage or flash them you were different.

-Even though they were now older Steve and Eddie loved to still wear leather and rock out all night long with parties on the tour buses. Usually, they would share one tour bus and invite groupies on.

-Steve gave you your first vip backstage pass and after the show, you met them in the green room.

-Eddie had made sure to have a wide variety of snacks and drinks to choose from. He still loved beer and so did Steve while you opted for a margarita.

-Backstage you had a good time on your first official night with them. They made sure you had all the food and drinks you wanted on them. The cost didn't matter.

-Just having you backstage with them made Steve and Eddie happy enough. You weren't like other fans and they had the utmost respect for you.

-Being backstage you had the best time as they sang a duet together and did some songs acoustic covers and originals and only your very favorite songs.

-Eddie had more tattoos now including a grim reaper on his back, an upside-down cross on his leg, and a Baphomet on the back of his neck.

-Steve even got some tattoos including a skull on his shoulder, a nail bat on his arm, a lion tattoo on his upper thigh, and a King crown on his hip.

-Steve had eyebrow, lip, and nose piercings whereas Eddie had a tongue, dick frenulum piercing, and nipple piercings.

-They knew your name as a peep show dancer and requested you by name on their second visit. This time you were wearing something different. A catsuit complete with ears and tail and a lacy cat mask to match.

-When the time was right and you had put on your dance for them practically naked now they revealed themselves through the glass partition.

-Finding out they were there watching you was a shock but not completely. Steve and Eddie made sure to assure you they had good intentions.

-Still, despite this, you wanted to finish dancing for them and put on a hot show.

-When you got to talking after they explained they had been there before nights earlier but would be in town again soon.

-The best part about being with your rockstar heroes was their sweet demeanor and how they could talk for hours about anything and everything. You were so comfortable around them.

-Even though you had a job as a peep show performer, they offered you the chance to go on tour with them. Of course, you said yes. You ended up being their band photographer and merch girl for a tour.

-Being on their tour bus was so much fun and you had the back bunk with them the best and largest one on the bus. You would be the little spoon in between.

-Rockstar life could be hectic but it could be fun too. You had the best days with them and there was always a fun party to be had after playing the shows.

-You loved to go out to a local place in every city to get something to eat whether it be pizza, burgers, or a native cuisine from whichever place it was with them.

-There was so much to do on days off like go to the beach or shopping and see the local sights. New York was especially fun and California.

-Before you came along they had a wide selection of pornos on the tour bus but with you no they no longer needed them.

-When they did have porn movies on the tour bus Eddie and Steve had DVDs of their favorite stars. Eddies favorites are Joanna Angel, Jessie Lee, Small Hands, Nikki Hearts, and Liz Vicious. Steve's favorites are Riley Reid, Annabelle Peaks, Chloe Cherry, Tori Black, and Jenna Haze.

-Eddie and Steve's music taste is similar and they love metal. Older Eddie loves Metallica still, and bands like Judas Priest, Dio, and Iron Maiden. The newer bands he loves are Lamb Of God, Municipal Waste, Dethklok, and Gojira. Steve loved synth wave and new wave growing up but when he's older partly because of Eddie introducing him to the hard rock/metal world he now loves Linkin Park, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Alice In Chains, Korn, and Radiohead.

-When not touring with Hawkins Rebels, Corroded Coffin mainly tours with other metal and some punk bands names big and small like Slayer, The Misfits, Doyle, Testament, Suicidal Tendencies, Danzig, Children of Bodom, Opeth, and Napalm Death.

-When Steve's band isn't touring with Corroded Coffin they play with bands like Motorhead, Sixx AM, Alice Cooper, Alice In Chains, and Deftones.

-Modern-day rockstar Eddie has comfort shows and movies to watch on tour. Some of his top favorites are That 70s Show, that 90s Show, Trailer Park Boys, Beavis And Butthead, Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Sons of Anarchy, and Freaks & Geeks. For movies 90s and early 2000s Adam Sandler films, Stephen King adaptations, Evil Dead, Fight Club, and John Wick.

-For Steve on the road he loves Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Breaking Bad, The Last of Us, and Dexter. For movies The Matrix, The Crow, Bill & Ted, Batman, and Deadpool.

-It didn't take long before you were their devoted girlfriend and they were your loyal partners.

-That didn't stop the occasional fun with other people though. You would have your fair share of partners you enjoyed together.

-There would be random hookups but then there were women who were the exceptions. Ones you could have fun with whenever you came to their city/state or nearby state.

-Most often you would have one-night stands with Steve, Eddie, and a girl or guy of your choice.

-Orgies weren't as common but still happen and the women who go to them were all very pleased.

-Once in a blue moon you would have a gang bang with Corroded Coffin and Hawkins Rebels.

-Nothing could compare though to the mind-blowing sex with Eddie and Steve and your threesomes.

-Mostly you would be the center of attention-getting fucked by them and other times you would watch Steve and Eddie get each other off.

-Wanting to do something different at times on tour you would use a glory hole in the bathroom to take turns sucking them off.

-At concerts, you watch the side stage and bring friends/family sometimes.

-Eddie teaches you guitar and Steve bass so you can perform sometimes with them and play a few songs.

-While they are away on tour you face time/skype every chance you get. They love it especially when you put on strip shows for them.

-When you go on cam they love to mutually masturbate with you and talk dirty for hours and hours on end.

-The same thing is true for phone sex. They love to get off just by listening to your voice and edging.

-You send them the sexiest snapshots/polaroids while they are on tour and the best videos getting off. Sometimes just cute or romantic messages and they love it all.

-When Eddie is home from the tour but Steve is touring you and Eddie will send him videos of having sex and even having sex with Eddie dominating you as Steve watches and gets off.

-When Eddie is on tour Steve is with you being the ultimate dom and even giving Eddie commands through the phone or Facetime.

-You make sure to pack your panties (multiple pairs) and some bras for them on tour so they can smell your scent and always have it.

-They even put the lotion you use on their pillow case and have your perfume in bottles so they can smell it and think of you.

-They fly you out to random dates on tour even in other countries. Italy, Sweden, and France are some of the best places to see them.

-Eventually, you get matching tattoos of a black heart and an infinity symbol with flames.

-For a new album cover Corroded Coffin has you and Eddie pose for it scantily clad with guitars.

-With the Hawkins Rebels you do a music video with you and some other girls dressed up like devils.

-You record a special song with Corroded Coffin doing some vocals and moans for a song on the album Eddie wrote about you called 'My Rocker Queen.'

-In the recording studio you are their biggest inspiration and they make sure you always have the best view.

-For a magazine cover you pose with them for a Halloween issue in costumes. Eddie as a vampire, Steve as a werewolf, and you as Elvira.

-At the end of their shows you would throw out black roses to members of the audience.

-Steve would love to ride motorcycles and take you with him with no set destination.

-Eddie loves to watch the sunset with you and play acoustic guitar, especially at the beach. Sometimes Steve would also go and play guitar at the beach with you.

-Steve and Eddie love it when you paint their nails for them. They mainly like black nail polish and dark colors.

-While Eddie wears a lot of leather, especially black leather and ripped jeans, Steve loves traditional denim.

-They usually style their hair or help each other but love your touch and you helping them with hairstyling.

-You get matching tattoos with them of infinity symbols with flame hearts on your inner wrists.

-Eventually, you stop doing peep shows and being a performer and start to work as a photographer and work for a rock/metal magazine.

-You do only fans sometimes and have solo videos, cosplaying ones, and of course ones with your 2 men. Sometimes you will get between 1 and 3 other girls to join and those videos are your fan's favorites.

-When they are gone and you are stuck at home you sometimes get girls to have fun with. As long as you record your encounter they have no problem with it. They love getting off watching it, especially when you live stream it for them.

-Other times when they are gone on tour and you are alone at home you have Billy over and he satisfies your every desire. It was Eddie's idea originally to have you give Billy a chance.

-When they get back from tour you have the hottest foursomes and Billy loves to be watched.

-Billy eventually became the tour bus driver and roadie.

-What happened on the tour bus stayed on the tour bus. Groupies came and went but Steve, Eddie, and you were long-term.

-Sometimes you would invite groupies backstage. It was a nice feeling of power being able to pick them out. They always trusted your judgment and you picked out some of the hottest girls.

-For favorite positions, Eddie loves 69, reverse cowgirl, and doggy style. He can't get enough of playing with toys either like fleshlights, vibrators, butt plugs, and dildos.

-As for Steve he has a huge breeding kink and daddy kink, and his favorite positions include cowgirl, reverse missionary, flat iron, and toys like cock rings, double dildos, and anal beads.

-They love to use a remote-controlled vibrating app on you controlling all the settings and making you beg for it. Also, they use it in sometimes awkward places but they love to tease and please their favorite girl.

-Ropes, floggers, whips, and spreader bars are just some of their favorites to use along with blindfolds for bedroom kink/fun.

-They both love fleshlights and get a custom-molded one of your pussy.

-On their off days of tour they would explore the sites. Their favorite places to visit were Niagara Falls, the Grand Canyon, the Empire State Building, the Alamo, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Statue of Liberty.

-Overseas and across the pond they have favorite spots as well on tour. The Arche De Triomphe, Trevi Fountain, Eiffel Tower, Devil's Bridge, Swiss Alps, and the Fjords in Norway.

-In the United Kingdom they love the Tower of London, Trafalgar Square, Lochness, and Liverpool.

-You do a bit of urbex exploring with them too. The best places to go explore were abandoned amusement parks including Discovery Island (Disney World urbex park), a Ghost town in the sky, and Jungle Island. In the UK a former Pink Floyd recording studio in England.

-Steve would always be the mother-like figure making sure the best snacks and food were loaded on the bus whereas Eddie would make sure to have the best stash on hand, especially weed.

-After most shows, they would be signing autographs and taking selfies for their fans. They would mainly sign breasts and asses but they loved it.

-For a playgirl issue Eddie graced the cover bearing all with his warlock guitar. He had the hottest pictures and interviews in the magazine even mentioning you as his lover. It was the most bought issue of the magazine.

-Steve had a cover spread for Rolling Stone shirtless and with his bass guitar. The cover story and interview were all about his music of course but also his biggest muse which was you.

-On the bus, they would play games like Dungeons and Dragons, darts, and mini 8-ball pool. When they weren't gaming, watching movies/shows, sleeping, eating, or having sex, they would be practicing songs and writing new stuff.

-Eventually, you get some pets together including a black labrador retriever (a rescue) named Lightning and a Siamese kitten named Silver.

-Touring was fun with them and like a vacation. One place they didn't get to play but loved to visit was Hawaii especially Maui, the Big Island, and Oahu.

-Steve and Eddie were happy you were theirs. One day they decided to make that official and you got hitched at the wedding chapel in Maui on the road to Hana. You married Steve legally but considered Eddie your other husband.

-Your honeymoon was nothing short of amazing and you spent it island hopping. There were so many spectacular sights to see. The beaches were otherworldly and the food especially the fresh seafood and sushi was incomparable to food like it anywhere else.

-Finally one day New York recognized rights for plural/poly couples and you married them again in a ceremony with close friends and family/relatives in attendance.

-You still did fun and kinky things on tour. They made sure you were satisfied in every way possible and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[coffinpal]

Tail!!!!

[romancemedia]

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[sunnwalker]

If Vaughn Borderlands has a million fans I am one of them

If Vaughn Borderlands has 5 fans I am one of them

If Vaughn Borderlands has 1 fan that one is me

If Vaughn Borderlands has no fans I'm no longer alive

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[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

No one:

Me after seeing my friend’s writing:

Writers, reblog this with the last sentence you wrote from your WIP

[reallyhardy]

so behind the moon and beyond the sun,

step by step, where the road may run

happy trails to the lord of the rings: a musical tale at the watermill theatre, july - october, 2023.

[doors-worstenemy]

Nail polish

I will do anything but actually work on my drawing, I've barely even started lineartting a drawing but I stopped to doodle this

[finnbin]

my favourite kinda party

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

The only thing missing was the lemon and the seven up with the little holy santo candle in the corner, otherwise peak poverty sick remedies. 10/10

Eddie Casts Song of Restoration

Content: Sick hurt/Comfort, innuendo and flirting, reader described as having breasts, reader has never heard of Vic’s vapor rub going on your feets 😅. I know, that’s gonna ruin this for some of us. Just pretend with me.

🦇 ♥️ 🦇 🎸 🦇 💀 🦇 🎸 🦇 ♥️ 🦇

You’d been together for 19 days and 6 hours when you caught the flu.

You told Eddie to stay away from your house until you were well, but Eddie is not exactly stellar at following orders.

It was the fatigue that was the worst and you didn’t want to ever see Eddie as listless as you felt. You liked it best when he was revved up and bouncing around like a coiled spring.

He was very bouncy right now.

“Orange juice, check. Ginger ale, check. Chicken soup and crackers. Check Check. More tissues - the Good Ones.” Eddie said, plopping his purchases onto the counter. “Vapor rub which Uncle Wayne says cures what ails ya’. And Of course - movies for distraction purposes. Plus me, as a bonus distraction.” He bowed to you, but he was the opposite of humble.

“Babe, didn’t want you to get sick.” You said weakly. “Didn’t Dustin tell you I said to stay away?”

You clutched the afghan around you and shuffled further away as if a few measly feet would protect your beloved from the plague you carried.

What you needed was hazmat suits, then you could hug him safely. You wanted to hold him so badly.

Eddie cocked his head and licked a canine. “You ever known me to do what that little shrimp says? Also, I knew you needed me.” He held out his arms to catch you up in them, but a sudden sneeze caught you without tissue in hand and slightly green goop was now dripping from your nose

“Awwww gross…” you complained and begged him. “Don’t look at me, I��m so disgusting.”

Eddie laughed, not cruelly, “Sweetheart, where is all that ectoplasm coming from??” He brought his bandana up to wipe your face off, ignoring your complaints that it would need to be BURNED afterwards. “Listen, you are not gross. It’s just snot. You are as gorgeous as ever, and I loooove the outfit.” He had clocked that you were wearing a Megadeth shirt and just underwear underneath your your afghan ‘cloak’. His voice dropped an octave - you felt it rumble in your ears. “That’s my shirt...Don’t you know what that does to me…?” sliding his warm hands under the afghan to meet your thighs.

You felt the traitorous cough building in your chest and couldn’t stop it no matter how hard you tried. It bent you double. It sounded atrocious.

“Whoa-whoa, hey, I’m sorry, I won’t molest you while you're sick, don’t cough up a lung on me.” Eddie slung an arm around your shoulder and led you back to the couch.

“You would… if I wasn’t sick, though?” You asked glumly, “You’d molest me to my heart’s content?”

Eddie did a double take at that, and then chuckled in his best demonic manner, “Say the word and you’ll be thoroughly molested, good and proper. Soon as you want it.” Quixotically changing tone to be sweet again, his doe-eyes soft and concerned. “Do you wanna lay down, or prop up against me?”

“Can’t lay down, get too stuffy.” You sniffed, a bit pathetically.

“Okay, sit here, imma put on the first movie and then we can cuddle up.” Eddie popped open a white clamshell VHS case. “You said you loved Muppet movies, Robin suggested I get you ‘Hey Cinderella’ - and ‘The Frog Prince’ - both are Muppety versions.”

“I think you might be the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world.”

“I know, right?…and now…” he unscrewed the cap of vapor rub, “to put this mentholated greasy shit…sorry... stuff.. on your feet.”

“What? Vapor rub is…chest…stuff. Chest rub. For chests??”

“Wayne said he puts it on his feet when he has a cold - said he did that for me when I was a toddler.” Eddie suddenly looked at you with a little smirk, “Dooooo youuuu want me to rub this on your chest? All over it? Cause that’s the kinda sweet boyfriend I am, I will do that, for you, if you want?” He licked his upper lip, face all mischievous.

He was a good distraction. “Yeah, well... when they say ‘chest’ they mean upper chest,” You patted just below your neck. “... not these.” You cupped your breasts at him.

His eyes widened and so did his smirk. “Show me again, I’m confused. Where doesn’t it go??” He scootched closer.

You tsked your tongue. “Actually what would be best - is if I rubbed this on your chest and stomach - and then laid my head on you. Like a big warm sexy healing pillow.”

“I don’t want to be described as a pillow - but I’ll take the rest.”

He let you put the chest rub on him, only wrinkling his nose up until you started massaging it in (avoiding his nipples), then you sent Eddie shivering into a little body-roll of pleasure as you drifted your hands down to his naval.

“Your hands feel s-s-so good... go lower??” His voice broke slightly on the ask.

“I’m not sure this is okay to go on any sensitive skin - like - pretty sure crotch is a no-go, babe.”

Eddie sighed a laugh, “Whoops, I didn’t come over here to have you take care of me. C’mere.” He held out his arm so you could get as close as possible and lay your heavy head on his chest. He held you sweetly and watched your silly muppety movies and sang you some Led Zeppelin until you drifted off to sleep.

But it has to be said, that as soon as you felt better, you gave him a full body massage with body safe oil and it did not disappoint.

[blerdsunited]

January Anime Releases 2024

Classroom of the Elite S3 - January 3rd via Crunchyroll

Chained Soldier - January 4th via HiDive

Delicious in Dungeon - January 4th via Crunchyroll

Demon Prince of Momochi House - January 5th via Crunchyroll

The Unwanted Undead Adventurer - January 5th via Crunchyroll

A Sign of Affection - January 6th via Crunchyroll

Blue Exorcist: Shimane Illuminati Saga -January 6th via Crunchyroll

Kingdom S5 - January 6th via Crunchyroll

MASHLE Season 2 - January 6th via Crunchyroll

Solo Leveling - January 6th via Crunchyroll

The Apothecary Diaries Cour 2 - January 6th via Crunchyroll

Tales of Wedding Rings - January 6th via Crunchyroll

Banished from the hero's party - January 7th via Crunchyroll

Mr. Villain's Day Off - January 7th via Crunchyroll

One Piece Egghead Arc - January 7th via Crunchyroll

High Card S2 - January 8th via Crunchyroll

Tis Time for "Torture" - January 8th via Crunchyroll

Tsukimichi - Moonlit Fantasy Season 2 - January 8th via Crunchyroll

Metallic Rouge - January 10th via Crunchyroll

Delusional Monthly Magazine - January 11th via Crunchyroll

The Witch and the Beast - January 11th via Crunchyroll

The Weakest Tamer began a journey to pick up trash - January 12th via Crunchyroll

Bucchigiri - January 13th via Crunchyroll

Let us know what you guys think of the shows and be sure to share what animes you're looking forward to this season. We will keep you updated on any others that may drop after the 15th!

[chaztalk]

My end-of-the-winter-anime-season rankings:

1. The Wrong to Use Healing Magic (one of the best isekai in a long time)

2. A Sign of Affection (really picked up after Itsuomi and Oushi became friends)

3. Chained Soldier (fun)

4. The Foolish Angel Dances with the Devil (surprise of the season)

5. Surgeon Elise (Linden and Elise are my couple of the season)

6. Classroom of the Elite (idk why but the episodes felt like they ended fast, but still entertaining)

7. Solo Leveling (fantastic if you like action)

8. The Witch and the Beast (Ashaf is my favorite character of the season)

9. Villainess Lvl 99 (started off strong, but the stupid misunderstandings and the CGI dragon dumbed it down)

10. Banished from the Hero’s Party, I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Countryside (wholesome, but Ruti having feelings for Red is not so wholesome)

11. Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki-kun (although I’m fine who he ended up with, the latter half of the season was pretty boring)

12. Tales of Wedding Rings (ok harem, but that’s it)

13. 7th Time Loop (I know this may be quite the unpopular opinion with this being this so low, but I honestly found it boring for the most part; also falling in love with the guy that’s killed you multiple times is wild)

14. My Instant Death Ability is Overpowered (introduced way too many characters before the watchers could give a care about them before they died)

15. Demon Prince of Momochi House (weird, boring, not a lot of it makes sense to me)

[londonfog-chan]

Patiently waiting for Prima to spit in this man’s mouth like:

In the Roman world, damnatio memoriae was used to describe a range of actions taken against former leaders and their reputations. These actions included: defacing visual depictions, removing heads from public statues, chiseling names off inscriptions, and destroying coins.

summary: reader, who goes by 'Prima’, was raised by a powerful Roman consul, under the reign of Imperator Septimius Severus. When it comes time for his eldest son, Caracalla, to marry again, a chain of events is set off, changing the course of Prima's life and the lives around her.

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warnings: oral m receiving, arranged marriage, foul language, mentions of blood, bodily fluids, Ancient Rome as a warning within itself.

notes: i am tired. no big notes today, just the chapter and a huge thanks to @trashmouth-richie for beta’ing for me even though we’re dying and surrounded by the plague.

⟡ Imperator- Septimius Severus

⟡ Augustus- Marcus Aurelius Antoninus “Caracalla”

⟡ Caesar- ⟡ Publius Septimius Geta “Geta”

III

“Brother,” Caracalla chuckled, surrounded by the finest of the court—his beloved whores, concubines, and every fair face that caught his eye—turned to his sibling, “have you laid eyes on my wife?”

Geta, his fingers entwined with his main flame to his right, shook his head slowly. “No, the better question would be: have you seen your wife?”

A silver platter brimming with powder was offered to Caracalla, who eagerly partook, stumbling backward, snorting and sniffling, until he finally crashed into his gilded seat.

“I thought we agreed to save the Rhino’s Horn for Saturnalia,” Geta shot a glance at the bearer of the silver dish, waving them off.

“Why not seize the day, brother?” Caracalla replied, “Father has departed for uncle’s villa, my wife is… well, lost to me at the moment, but that matters not. Let us enjoy these days of luxury.”

The two had been drunk for much of the day, with Caracalla lost in a haze of whatever was handed to him: Devil’s Breath, opium, Rhino’s Horn—none mattered. If it was offered, it was his. Geta, however, stayed pleasantly tipsy on sweet wine, his cup never empty, his tongue loosening enough to spill secrets like a river.

“Brother, I must share something with you.” Geta’s gaze met Caracalla’s, who leaned in, all ears.

Caracalla clapped his hands, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “At last, something of interest! Amuse me, brother.”

“Gracchus’s wife,” Geta began, “on the night of your wedding, her lips were wrapped so divinely around my cock.”

Caracalla nodded, interrupting, “A wondrous thing, indeed.”

Geta pressed on, “And Prima came to my chambers, asking to help you to bed while you were busy with one of your legendary displays.”

This piqued Caracalla’s interest. He sat up straight, eyes locked onto Geta’s face, lips pressed tight, nostrils flaring.

“And?” he urged Geta to continue.

“And, well, I commanded her to stay, to savor the moment.” Geta caressed the cheek of the woman at his side, who purred in delight, momentarily diverting his gaze from his brother.

Caracalla, though not entirely impressed, was curious. He grasped his brother’s arm firmly. “And she complied? She truly remained and watched?”

“Yes,” Geta affirmed with a nod, “who would dare refuse the command of a son of the emperor?”

Caracalla’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face before he leaned down and whispered to one of the servants who knelt before them, awaiting his command.

It wasn’t long before you made your entrance into the chamber, a mix of confusion and acceptance washing over you at being summoned after a week of silence. You stood before the two brothers, maintaining a stoic expression while disregarding the crowd surrounding them, who now beheld the new Augusta. Most gazed at you in wonder, some wore expressions of intrigue, while others looked as if they were ready to eat you, relishing every moment they stood in your presence.

“Has someone died?” Caracalla asked, his brow furrowed as he took in your appearance from head to toe.

The toga you donned was a careful choice. Its deep black hue a sign of mourning, a garment you had worn through various times of grief. The black veil draped softly over your shoulders, trailing down the back of your dress and nearly brushing the floor, swaying gently with the warm breeze that flowed in from the balconies on either side. You adorned yourself with jewels—a delicate headpiece that held the veil in place, a gift from the Imperator himself, paired with his late wife's stunning collection of rubies that gleamed on your fingers. A golden cuff encircled your bicep, intricately designed with fine lines weaving a lace-like pattern, complemented by matching earrings and your family’s cherished wrist cuffs, passed down through generations.

“No one that I know of,” you replied, a hint of mischief in your voice. “I just figured that if I dressed the part, perhaps the gods would take notice of my urgent prayers and send me off to the underworld with haste.”

A chorus of gasps filled the room, and you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning.

Caracalla staggered over, getting right in your face.

“Everyone, out!” he barked, his eyes locked on yours. When no one moved, he shouted, “Get out or live to regret it!” That was all it took for the crowd to scurry away like frightened mice.

“Tell me,” he said, dragging a finger down the bridge of your nose—an odd move, but on-brand for Caracalla, “did it make your cunt throb to see my brother getting his cock sucked?”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. “Do not talk to me about implied infidelities when you’re surrounded by people the likes of which do not even make a good meal for a dog.”

Caracalla's expression shifted to a dangerous glint, his lips curling into a smirk. “Ah, so we’re playing at words now, are we? You think you can wound me with your tongue? I have better plans for that mouth of yours.”

“Brother,” Geta said, rising to his feet, “don’t do something you’ll come to regret.”

Caracalla pulled a dagger from his belt, pointing it at Geta. “You’ll sit down and keep your mouth shut, brother.”

And there you were, caught in the middle of two prideful men, like a sweet nectar drawing them in.

Geta lifted his hands in a gesture of defense, retreating toward his chair in defeat.

“On your knees, wench!” Caracalla bellowed, fury blazing in his eyes like a stormy sky.

Your gaze flickered to Geta, but Caracalla, with the edge of his sword pressed against your cheek, forcefully turned your head to face him.

“Is it not enough that you dared to speak with him? Must you also look upon him in my presence?” Caracalla whined, his naturally raspy voice sounding even more gravelly in his drug addled state.

“Are you deaf?!” he roared, “On your knees!”

You felt the cold of the sword as it slid from your cheek to your neck, pressing firmly against your carotid. With a heavy heart, you sank to your knees, shame washing over you.

As you gazed up at him, angry tears welled in your eyes. The golden laurel wreath tangled in his wild hair sat crookedly above his brows, as he looked down at you with a wild glint.

“Show me how well Gracchus’s wife treated my dear brother!” he cackled, delighting in the raunchiness of his demand.

“Absolutely not,” you spat through clenched teeth, attempting to rise once more, only to be met with his rough hands shoving you back down against the cold marble.

“Must I flog you for your insolence?!” he howled, spit flying from his lips, “Must I?!”

“Not here,” you pleaded, all pride abandoned as your knees ground into the cold marble, “Not like this.”

“Just like this,” he replied, smirking down at you as he pulled back his flowing robes to reveal his hard cock.

“Come on,” he flicked his tip against your lips, “open up for me.”

With angry tears stinging your eyes, you wrapped your lips around him, his velvet tip sliding past your lips, brushing heavily against your tongue.

“Should you dare use your teeth against me, I’ll have them knocked from your jaw with the hilt of my sword. Rome has no place for a wild, toothless harlot.”

He carelessly rolled his hips toward your face, swaying unsteadily with each thrust as you fought back the bile rising in your throat. When you didn’t please him the way he wished, he fucked your face with such fervor that he nearly lost his balance. You gagged as hot tears streamed down your cheeks, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth like a hungry dog.

“You must not have impressed her with your little show, brother,” he bellowed over his shoulder, gripping the roots of your hair, chuckling as you gagged even harder, pressing your nails into his thighs for fear you might topple over. “I have had better pleasure alone.”

He continued his brutal assault until finally he pulled you snug to the base of his cock, letting out a guttural groan, his legs nearly giving way beneath him as he released his hot seed into your mouth.

He stumbled back, shaky hands letting you go, but not fast enough to dodge the glob of cum you spat at his feet.

“You stupid whore—” he screamed, reaching for his sword again, but Geta grabbed him.

"‘Enough, brother,’ Geta commanded, gesturing toward the door. At once, two guards rushed in, seizing Caracalla, wrestling the blade from his grip, placing it firmly in Geta's hand.

A smirk crept across your lips as you met Caracalla's furious gaze, his struggles useless against the guards' hold. You wiped the last traces from your mouth, unflinching, while he spat threats of every punishment under the sun. His voice faded into the distance, growing fainter with each step as the guards dragged him away.

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As soon as you stepped into your chambers, you snatched up a decorative vase, your stomach churning from the memory of his touch as you unceremoniously emptied its contents into the vase. A pang of guilt washed over you for the poor servant who would later have the misfortune of clearing it out, but you quickly brushed it aside; purging any trace of Caracalla from your system took precedence above all else.

As you crossed the threshold to the adjoining balneum, the air was thick with steam, a sensation that caused you to groan in pleasure. The gentle sound of water splashing filled the space while the frescoes adorning the walls told stories of playful nymphs dancing amongst the clouds lost amongst a blue sky. The buff marble floor cooled your feet, contrasting with the warmth of your skin.

The bathing area itself featured a large, sunken pool, its waters shimmering under the soft glow of oil lamps. To one side, a small fountain trickled water into a basin, where fresh rose petals floated, adjacent to a nearby selection of oils: patchouli, lavender, rosemary, their scents mingled in the heady, warm atmosphere. A strigil and pumice stone awaited on a shelf built into the wall, along with fine linen towels, and cloths, all carefully placed for your use.

With a soft sigh, you dipped your toes into the inviting water, allowing the robe you had worn in to drop to the marbled floor behind you. You relished the sensation as you waded in deeper, the water rising to your ankles, then your calves. Each step felt like a release, the warmth washing over you, dissolving the tension that had clung to you throughout the day.

As you reached the center of the pool, the water enveloped you completely. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back as you floated for a moment, allowing the water to cradle you. Everything felt so distant, so unimportant. The world outside faded away, and for a fleeting moment, it was just you and the serenity of the private sanctuary. You let your mind wander, thoughts drifting like the petals floating in the nearby basin.

Reaching for the bottle of patchouli oil resting on the edge of the bath, you poured a small amount into your palm, the rich, earthy scent wafting into the space. With your fingers slicked with the oil, you began to comb it carefully through your hair, taking your time to work out any knots and tame the unruly strands. Once satisfied with your hair, you took a fine cloth, its texture soft as silk against your skin, and began to bathe yourself with the perfumed oil.

With deliberate movements, you sloshed water along your body, enjoying the feeling of it cascading over your skin like a gentle waterfall. When you were ready, you dove under the water once more, the coolness contrasting deliciously with the warmth of the oil. As you rinsed yourself, you felt the excess oils wash away, the strigil waiting nearby for the final touch.

“Domina.” The tranquil moment shattered as one of your newly assigned servants peeked through the ornate doorway, her voice breaking the soothing silence.

“What is it?” you asked, trying to stall for just a moment longer.

“You’ve been summoned.”

Of course you had. It only made sense that your peaceful escape would be interrupted. You emerged from the water, droplets glistening on your skin, and caught the nervous gaze of the servant as she shifted from foot to foot.

“Come inside,” you beckoned her, and she hesitantly approached, holding out a towel like it was a fragile offering.

“Do you know how to use a strigil?” you asked, and she nodded, though her eyes betrayed her anxiety.

“Very well.” You dried your face with the towel, then reached for the strigil and handed it to her. “Quickly.”

With shaky hands, she began to scrape off the excess oils.

“What is your name?” you asked, trying to ease the tension as she glided the strigil along your shoulder.

“Cassia,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Cassia,” you repeated, letting the name linger in the air. “Is it Caracalla or Geta requesting me?”

“Neither, Domina,” she paused, placing the strigil back in its assigned place. “It is the Imperator.”

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You quickly slipped into a sleeping gown—something informal yet appropriate for the presence of the Imperator. Cassia’s hands trembled slightly as she helped you into the nightgown made of fine, onyx silk. She draped a matching robe over your shoulders, guiding your arms into the sleeves with a gentleness that put you at ease. The fabric glided down your arms, flowing behind you like a shadow as you moved to comb your damp hair away from your face.

“I believe it would be nice if you left your hair down to dry,” Cassia suggested meekly, her eyes meeting yours through the reflection in the looking glass.

“I can braid it when you return. It is not wise to make the Imperator wait.” Her eyes told a story, hinting at the consequences of such delays, as if she had witnessed them firsthand.

“Very well,” you agreed, sensing the urgency in her tone. “Lead me there.”

Cassia walked quickly ahead, navigating through the maze of twists and turns that made up the opulent palace. The gilded walls shimmered under the flickering sconces, casting warm glows on the marble flooring. You passed by frescoes depicting grand tales of valor and myth, the ornate pieces of art adorning each wall, their beauty almost distracting you from the nervous feeling that swirled in your gut.

Finally, you arrived at an imposing set of doors, intricately carved and adorned with symbols befitting the Imperator’s status. Cassia hesitated for a moment, glancing back at you with a mix of awe and fear. “I’ll wait here, Domina.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you stepped forward. The doors swung open, revealing the dimly lit chamber beyond.

“Prima,” Septimius spoke from across the room, his voice smooth yet commanding. You crossed the threshold, your heart quickening as you made your way toward him. He sat at a side table, a decanter of wine glistening under the moonlight that spilled through the billowing curtains beside the table, casting soft shadows along the table and its contents.

“Thank you for joining me,” he said, standing to pull out a chair for you. You took your seat, the silk of your robe whispering against the chair as you settled in.

“Of course, Imperator,” you replied, keeping your tone steady. You studied his face, searching for clues about his intentions. Septimius possessed an air of authority, his graying hair slightly tousled, and his sharp features illuminated by the silvery light.

He poured a glass of wine, the deep red liquid swirling as he filled it, and then slid it across the table toward you. “A toast, Prima. To new beginnings.”

You accepted the glass, “To new beginnings,” you echoed, raising the glass slightly before taking a sip. As you caught his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passed in his eyes.

“Tell me,” he began, leaning forward slightly, “how do you find your new role here? The palace can be overwhelming, even for those accustomed to such grandeur.”

You considered his question carefully, weighing your words. “It is… a lot to take in,” you admitted.

“As to be expected,” he assured you, his gaze unwavering. “How are things with your new husband?”

“May I be bold, Imperator?” you asked, setting your glass down with a gentle clink, smoothing the fabric of your robe against your thighs to calm the tension that had begun to build within you.

“Go ahead,” he nodded, his expression encouraging.

You took a moment, drawing in a steadying breath. “I believe I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already know how things have been going.” You reached for the glass of wine again, taking a sip to wet your drying, anxious mouth.

Septimius leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look crossing his features. You spotted Geta right away in him, the way his eyes were shaped and how he looked at you like you were the most confusing thing in the world that he sought to understand. But Caracalla was there too—his fingers digging into the armrest, his middle and pointer fingers tapping an offbeat rhythm against the leather. Caracalla's fierce gaze matched Septimius’s as well as his wild curls, both full of intensity.

“True enough. The palace is a place of whispers, and my son’s reputation precedes him. Yet I am interested in your perspective—how you truly feel about your situation.”

“May I ask what brought you back early from your trip to Baiae?” you asked, genuinely curious about the reason for his fast return.

“Word travels fast,” he leaned in, lowering his voice. “I—” he paused, selecting his words with care, “am aware of what transpired earlier today.”

You nodded, a wave of shame washing over you as you pictured someone recounting the scene to the Imperator.

“I also know that you and Caracalla have not shared a bed since your wedding night.”

“I…” you sighed, “truly am doing my best. It’s just that he and I are two very different people, and I’m trying to navigate the ocean of differences between us.” You explained, your tone almost pleading.

Carefully, he slid a familiar piece of parchment your way. No need to touch it; you knew well what it said.

“How did you come by that?” you asked, brow furrowed.

“Never mind that,” he waved a hand dismissively. “Do the words in this letter truly speak to your feelings?”

With a weary sigh, you opened it, your fingers dancing along its edges.

“If you wished me dead, you could’ve driven the blade yourself.” The words were yours, penned to your father a few days prior, when you felt as if being married to Caracalla was a death sentence, when tensions were at a high and you needed someone to hear you.

“It was confiscated before it left the palace,” he replied, his gaze steady as it met yours over the parchment.

“May I ask who thought it wise to spy on me and read my letters?” You laid the parchment flat, smoothing out the creases.

“You may not.” His expression was as stoic as a statue.

“I feel as if I’m being set up to fail, Imperator, as if your son wishes to see this marriage crumble, and I’ll be cast aside when I inevitably fail in my duties.” You spoke the truth plainly, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“When he was, I don’t know,” he sighed, “seven or eight, we campaigned through Syria and up into the Taurus mountains.”

You leaned in, sitting up straighter, eager for him to continue.

“And I remember him shouting, ‘I’ve found another three!’ I turned around, and there he was, standing among a sea of headless corpses, yelling when he found one with its head still on. He took such joy in it; it became a sort of game for him.”

“Isn’t that what a man wants? A son who isn’t squeamish about death and war?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Of course, but not one who brings that chaos within his own walls, in his own home.” He drew in a deep breath and let it out with a weary sigh.

“And Geta,” he closed his eyes, “maybe I wasn’t hard enough on him. Maybe I learned my lesson with Caracalla. Maybe Geta is just his mother’s son.” He waved a hand dismissively, letting out a heavy sigh. “But none of this is your worry.”

He stood, and you followed, walking with him to the grand doors.

“Go and rest. After tonight, all will be well.”

You turned to question him, to ask what the gods had happened between the two of you and why it had become your concern even if he had assured you it wasn’t, but the doors swung shut before you could speak. You exchanged a bewildered glance with Cassia before heading back to your chambers.

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Not long after, the harsh sound of screaming pulled you from your thoughts. You followed the noise, retracing Cassia’s steps from earlier in the night, until you stumbled into Geta’s chest as he stood by the entrance to his father’s chambers.

“What are you doing here?” he spat. You peered around him, drawn to the chaos behind the door.

“I heard the shouting and got worried,” you replied. “What’s happening?”

“None of your business.” He looked down at you, his expression cold.

“Back to your rooms,” he ordered, waving you away.

“You will take your wife back into your quarters immediately!” came the booming voice of Septimius. A loud crash echoed, and you and Geta exchanged alarmed glances.

“Perhaps you should show me some respect for the title you’ve given me,” Caracalla shouted back.

“Perhaps you should earn that title, boy,” Septimius seethed.

Another crash followed, accompanied by the sound of shuffling.

“You are only Augustus and emperor of Rome by my say, Marcus! I am your father and your emperor,” Septimius continued, his voice cutting through the chaos. “I will strip you of every title and give it to your brother, who might actually appreciate it!”

Geta’s ears perked up, and a flicker of hope crossed his face as he looked toward the door.

But Septimius’s next words dashed his hopes. “Perhaps I’ll take your wife into my quarters and father a son with her. A new line of succession could be just what Rome needs.”

Another crash echoed, and grunts erupted from behind the doors.

“Look at you, bleeding like a woman,” Septimius mocked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you bled between your legs like one.”

The grand doors swung open, and Caracalla stormed toward you, his face smeared with blood. When he spat a crimson splash at your feet, you instinctively jumped back. He rushed past you, exchanging a quick glance with Geta.

“Do not follow him,” Geta warned, his voice low and tense.

But you didn’t heed his warning.

You navigated through winding hallways, twisting and turning until you reached Caracalla's chamber. He had thrown the doors open, pacing like a caged beast, blood streaming down his face.

“Get the hell out!” he bellowed, sending everything from the side table crashing to the floor.

“I refuse,” you shot back, firmly closing the door behind you.

“You went and lied to my father,” he hissed, stalking toward you like a predator. “You treacherous snake!”

“I did nothing of the sort!” you yelled back, your voice rising with anger. “He knew before he called for me.”

As he approached, the full extent of his injuries became clear. His nose was smashed, blood pouring from it, and his lip was split wide open. You roamed about his room scouring for supplies to clean him with until you found a few plain cloths on his dressing table.

“Sit.” You were shocked when he followed the command, sitting on the side of the bed, brow pinched at the way you had spoken to him.

“We must work together until I’m with child,” you said, as he winced a bit when you pressed a clean cloth against his split lip. “Then, once a son is born, you can send me off to whatever warm rock you fancy.”

“But first,” you said as you settled beside him on the bed, “we need to stop this bleeding.”

He placed his hand over yours, pressing down harder against his lip, a silent agreement forged in a simple touch.

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