How do you think Dunk would do with being tied up and both edged them overstimulated for hours. Maybe as a punishment (we all know he's too reckless with himself because of his self-worth issues), or maybe reader just wanted to do that with him and he was all to happy to make them happy 😏. I feel like it'd be such a struggle for him, not because it would be too much or something he's not into, but because he's into it too much lol. This big beautiful boy would be so overwhelmed with how good it feels while simultaneously being not enough that he'd be constantly forgetting his own strength. Accidentally bucking us with a roll of his hips, his thighs crushing us for a moment as they shake, his arms nearly breaking the soft ropes used to restrain him with how much they're flexing. Hell, he might even nearly headbutt us when he folds into himself after a particularly cruel denial. But he'd be so adamant about us not stopping, no matter how concerned we get about how much he shakes or whines or cries.
dunk x reader.
fuck this is so hot. especially because he's so big and strong, it truly is all a farce. he could free himself whenever he wanted to but he wants to be held down and not in control. thots below the cut.
dunk who really was into the idea of you pinning his hands above his head. he liked the intimacy of it. but he's just so strong that he would get free even when he wasn't trying to. you tried it and his whole body ended up jerking up so hard it shook you off and actually ended up hurting your wrist. so yeah you need something stronger to keep him in place and don't try to hold him down yourself anymore.
he does something stupid and reckless and you suddenly take on a stern voice and tell him to get on the bed and he just 😳 blushing and flustered as a maid 😳 because he'll brat tame you but the idea of you punishing him? oh he's shy and squirming and so hard so fast it's embarrassing.
dunk is also the kind of man always longing to please his partner, so you just suggest even very casually or lightly that you might enjoy tying him down and teasing him, and you barely get the statement out before he's lying down going yes m'am right this way do whatever you need to make yourself feel good.
he's! so! into! it! he's a sensitive man! you tie his hands above his head and just look at him and ask if it's too tight, and he's already whining. and it's like every time you do this to him he gets so into it he forgets you're gonna deny him, and soon as you've worked him up and pull your hand away, he looks at you with the most pathetic needy betrayed look (don't you dare stop though he wants this so bad he needs it).
his whole body just shaking and straining and he starts crying, you immediately panic thinking you've done something wrong and are already moving to untie him when he begs you not to stop. he needs this and he needs you and please don't stop.
he's definitely accidentally hurt you even being on bottom and restrained. not badly, but has managed to give you a few bruises or left you sore the next day.
tell dunk he's not allowed to move or you'll stop and watch him struggle but he just can't do it. he CANNOT stay still.
order him to do all the work but he's just so big and strong it isn't even difficult for him to fuck you from underneath even while tied down.
finally make him cum and say you want to see how much he can give you. but dunk is a big boy built for breeding and you keep pumping him and more and more just keeps spilling out that you actually have to concede defeat, you can't drain him fully without risking seriously hurting his cock.
don't let him cum yet, but when you're ready after edging him again and again, untie him and tell him to fuck you. dunk is so determined to be good for you and please you that he fucks you hard and good and just keeps going even after you've cum and he ends up overstimulating you from too many orgasms. he goes into this subby service headspace where he HAS to obey you and you told him to fuck you so he's going to do that, even if his dick is raw and sore, until you're ordering him off of you. even then if you've cum less than three times he's whining and asking to keep going trying to convince you you need more.
dunk absolutely has snapped a bedframe after being tied to it.
HI BABY I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YOUR JACOB SERIES !!
i was wondering if we could get a part three 😇😇🤍🤍
Lack of Thinking
Pairing: Jacob Black x Uley!reader
Characters: Jacob Black, Uley!reader, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Billy Black, Bella Swan
Warnings: Angst, fluff, bella being a warning, this was so annoying to write lol, bc of bella, that's why it took forever ahh, the pack being readers bodyguards, mentions of pain, mentions of broken bones, boys cry too, reader being pushes too far, imprint bonds hurt, jake is emotionally constipated and it shows
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: Omg, you all are so adorable. It somehow became a series, lol. Yes I am sooo down to write another part... I did leave it the way I did last time so I could, hehe. Gotta give the people what they want.
He continues picking up his random shirts off the ground. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You- you’re seriously going to defend her after all of the shit she has put you through?” You ask, your voice slightly elevating as you think about all of the things Bella has done to hurt your-
He sighs, “look you don’t get it-”
You scoff, “no Jake.”
You make your way to the door, “I understand perfectly.” You run your tongue over your front teeth. “You can talk to Sam, who can tell me when it’s over until this fight- battle whatever happens, don’t bother calling me.”
You run down the stairs knowing he can catch you sooner than you’d like but you don’t care as you sprint past Billy.
You step outside when your body stops you. It feels like you’ve been set on fire and it hurts so much.
Jake reaches for his chest, rubbing his heart.
You grunt and take a deep breath, marching outside. You’re hurting as you rush home.
Emily doesn’t have a chance to turn around fully to check on you as you rush past her and head to your room.
-
You didn’t realize how much time went by until a comforting hand rubbing your shoulder wakes you up from your impromptu nap.
You turn and find your uncle sitting on the edge of your bed. You wipe the sleep from your eyes. “What time is it?”
“Past dinner time.”
You wrap your arms tighter around the fox he had gotten you a few weeks ago. He chose it because of how easily you can move among the wolves and that silver tongue of yours.
“Em’s cleaning up, the boys went home.”
A cough coming from the opposite side of your closed door almost gets a chuckle out of you.
“Paul stayed.”
“And I’m not going anywhere, Princess.” He barges in and takes a spot on your bed, laying his head on your lap. “What’re we watching? “He’s an idiot and knows it” that sounds like a good one.”
“Paul,” Sam starts off.
“What? C’mon, he’s got it coming. He’s running back to the leech lover and for what?”
You place your hand on his forehead, not wanting him to lose it; he starts to calm down. You don’t wanna sleep on box springs again because of him wolfing out.
“Let’s go downstairs,” you interrupt the two before things can escalate.
The two walk slowly behind you as you take your time walking to the kitchen.
Emily smiles softly at you, setting the plate down in front of you. “I made sure to save some before they could eat it all.”
You weakly smile back at her. You can tell they’re trying not to talk about it even though that’s all they want to ask you.
It’s easy to read the three at times like this, even when they think they’re doing good at hiding it.
You don’t say much during the evening, listening to them as they talk amongst themselves.
With how close your aunt was close to knocking out, you knew you should go to bed and do the same.
You lay awake staring at the ceiling wondering if- if- you roll over and sigh. You don’t think Jacob is doing the same, or if he even cared enough to call or text goodnight even though you two are fighting- or aren’t?
You roll your eyes. ‘It’s not like you’re in a relationship or anything.’ You clench your fist hating how much this is affecting you.
You close your eyes listening to the rain.
-
‘You can’t stay out there all night, you’ll be soaked by the time morning comes around.’
He huffs, slightly baring his canine’s at the alpha before him.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you want to stay out there, don’t expect me to get you a towel or to let you in after the shit you pulled today.”
Jacob rolls his eyes in his wolf form, not at all caring how disgraceful he’s being to the man.
He doesn’t know how he’s going to make it up to you, but once this is over… he’s going to do all he can to make it up to you.
-
You roll over, barely opening your eyes to turn off your alarm. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You don’t know if you should sleep or not, knowing if you tried someone would be coming to wake you up.
Your eyes snapped open at the floorboard creaking outside your door. You’d be pissed if Paul came through the door and dragged you out of bed.
You push yourself up and take in everything. You throw the covers off you.
The cold didn’t bother you as much today. You couldn’t tell what it was exactly but you knew something was off.
You forced yourself to get dressed with the little energy you have.
You walk downstairs, ignoring the boys.
Emily smiles at you and gets a plate ready for you.
You sit at the stools placed in front of the counter, zoned out, unable to hear them plan on how they were going to take care of the newborn whatevers.
You pause as you bite into your bacon.
He's here. You can sense it.
Paul places a hand on your shoulder. “We'll be back soon, alright.”
You nod, keeping your head down. You can sense Jacob’s presence.
“I'll take you out for ice cream after kicking his ass.”
You shake your head, glancing back at him. “Just come back safe.”
He offers a small smile.
Your eyes catch his as he inched closer to the door. You lower your gaze and turn away.
The other pull him away.
You grunt quietly as you reach for your chest.
“Hey, you okay?” Emily asks as she cleans up.
You want to nod but it hurts too much. You wince and start hyperventilating. “Em, I can't,” you whimper. “It hurts.”
She drops the container she was holding and rushes around the counter, wrapping an arm around you. “Let's get you back into bed.”
You and her struggle but you make it.
She brushes hair out of your face and feels how warm you are. “Oh honey.”
-
Paul growls at her.
“Calm down.”
“How can I when she's the reason we're in this shit,” he grunts to Sam.
“This isn't the way to-”
Jacob's cries of pain interrupted.
“How are we going to tell her about him?”
Sam goes quiet. He was already wondering the same and couldn't find an answer. “We don't even know if this is affecting her right now and-”
Bella walks into the house.
“For fu-”
“Paul, outside,” Sam orders him. “Bella,” he turns to the cause of all this. “You need to go.”
“But I'm the reason-”
The alpha nods. “And that's why you need to go.”
“But I can help.”
“You've done enough.”
“I’m the reason he’s hurt-”
Sam nods, “and that’s why I’m asking you to leave. You and those things you associate yourself with have caused enough pain for one day. You need to go. I won’t ask again.”
She almost looks pitiful with how wide her eyes became as he kept true to his word. “I’m sorry,” her words are low enough for anyone of the non-supernatural world to hear.
They all watch to make sure she leaves before returning to Jacob. “Can you really help him?” Sam turns to Carlisle, who kept a calm gaze even after the snide remark the alpha made.
The doctor nods. “I can, that’s why I offered my help.”
“If you hurt him-”
“Hurting him would do nothing but bring more trouble for me and my family. I am one of the only few who would be able to help him considering,” he pauses. “His condition.”
“Fine,” Sam sighs. “But I’m not leaving this room.”
“As you wish. I might need a hand holding him down when I reset his bones, so the more the better for him.”
-
You whine in your sleep and Emily doesn’t know how to calm you down.
The phone startles her as she reaches for it, seeing Billy Black across the screen.
She gasps as he explains what happened and why you might be acting off. “She’s hardly moving, Billy. I had to drag her to bed because she said she couldn’t breathe. She knew something was wrong but didn’t understand what it was.” She places a hand on her face.
“I’ll send a couple of the boys over to bring you two over.”
He pauses, “they can’t be apart anymore than they have now.”
“Oh, oh, right. That- that makes sense. Okay.”
Embry and Paul came over, both were heartbroken at the sight of you.
You were sweating and shivering badly with how loud your teeth were chattering. You whimper as Paul reaches for you.
“Be careful,” Emily tells them off instinct.
“Come on, Em,” Embry holds a hand out for her as they reach the stairs.
-
The car ride over was a bitter one.
Paul still wanted to kill Bella (not literally, possibly her leech boyfriend though).
Embry was sad at the sight of you and hated that Jacob was sort of the cause of it all.
Emily was worried for everyone and was nauseous with how anxious she was.
Once Jacob was taken care of, Carlisle took his leave but not without noticing the shift in the air once the four of you arrived.
The boys and Emily wait until the oldest of the Olympic coven takes his leave before bringing you any closer.
“I don't like this,” Emily whispers into Sam's chest, worried for the two of you.
“I know.”
Paul and Embry moved the blanket, seeing as Jacob already made space... for his missing piece.
As soon as your friend set you down, there was an obvious change in the air, energy of the room, and with the two of you.
Their pack mate stopped clenching his jaw and his muscles looked as though they finally relaxed.
And you finally looked like you could breathe again and your hands came unclenched.
Billy shooed them out, wanting you two to get as much rest as you could before morning.
-
You woke to the sound of someone crying.
You blinked, finding yourself in an oddly familiar room but it was hard since there wasn't much light.
A hand tugged you closer and you realized where- who you were with.
You groan at his touch, grumpy to have been woken up and also because you have to face him again.
“Please,” he begs. He leans in closer, resting his forehead on your temple. “Let me enjoy this, be close to you for one night and then you can go back to hating me.”
You roll your eyes and close your eyes, sleepily pushing yourself closer to him; his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
He whispers into your hair but you can't make out the words as it gets darker and your body shuts down for a deeper sleep.
-
You wake to the sound of hushed whispers.
You frown at the disruption. “I just want to sleep,” you whine.
“And slept you did, princess,” Paul says with a smug tone.
You open one eye, still frowning. “What?”
“It's been like what a whole day and a half since we brought you here and you've been asleep for half of that.”
You yourself up, not realizing your shoulder bumped into Jacob's jaw.
The boys chuckle watching as he frowns, reaching for his jaw.
“What?”
“Yeah. You and this idiot have been in bed for a while.”
Your head snaps towards him as your eyes widen. “Okay, I'm leaving. Paul, get the truck.” You scoot towards the edge of the bed, suddenly freezing as his arm falls from your waist.
“Wait,” he reaches for your wrist. “Can we- can we talk?”
Paul shoves the others out after you give him the okay to leave.
“Talk about what? Shouldn't you want to talk to your girlfriend?” You reach for your shoe, slowly slipping it on.
“I- I told you it's not like that.”
You scoff. “Okay, Jake. Then what is it like?” You spring up off the bed. “Because one second, you and I are having a good time and then all of a sudden when her life is in danger, you forget I exist. Your imprint. The one you’re supposed to care about. The one you are bonded too for life, doesn’t exist to you. Tell me how am I supposed to take it,” you hissed.
You roll your eyes, aiming to leave. “Call me when you get your head out of your ass.”
-
You rush downstairs, angry and annoyed to stay any longer. “I’m going home whether you all want to join me or not.”
Paul and Embry spring out of their chairs, ignoring Billy and Sam’s looks. “We’re coming with you.”
You turn away from the stairs as he barrels down. “You can’t go, it’s raining. You’ll get sick.”
A scoff mixed with a chuckle escapes you, “watch me.”
You three take a step closer to the door as he calls for you again.
“Jake, get it through your head, man,” Paul starts. “She doesn’t want to be here so we’re going with her.”
“I hate to do this, Jake. But I’m not going to leave her alone when all you’ve been doing is be an idiot,” Embry adds.
“You guys have no right to talk.”
You push them to the sides. “Don’t talk to them like that,” you growl.
A sudden shift in the air causes everyone’s eyes to widen.
Sam slowly pushes himself off the chair, making his way towards you. “You need to calm down.”
“I am tired of hearing that,” you groan. “I am tired of everyone telling me how I feel or should feel. I just want to not be told how I should be or feel. I want to be me but I haven’t been since you,” you point at your imprint. “Started lurking around Bella. So consider this a hiatus from being my imprint because I am tired of your bullshit.”
You turn to Billy, Emily, and Sam. “And I am sorry for cursing but he is so,” you clench your fists. “I just can’t right now.”
You spin around and exit the Black family household without looking back.
-
You regret not grabbing the keys to Emily’s car as you start running through the forest. You remember where the treaty lines were put in place when Sam started filling you in more on the family legends.
Your legs give out as you get closer to the ledge where the pack likes to jump from.
You groan as your face lands in the dirt; your vision fading.
You struggle to keep your eyes open as pain floods your mind.
You fight hard to blink at the large paw in front of you.
Your eyes close, your hearing muted as the world around you fades.
Request: Simon: - With a younger reader - end twenties and she is Soaps little sister. Simon absolutely did not believe in love at first sight until her.
Simon's POV-
I don’t believe in things like fate. Never have.
Coincidence, sure. Timing, maybe. But fate? Love at first sight? That’s something people tell themselves when they don’t want to admit they just got lucky. I’ve spent most of my life staying alive, not daydreaming about fairy tales.
At least, that’s what I thought until I saw her.
The award ceremony was one of those things the higher-ups loved. Suits, champagne, polite applause a room full of politicians who’d never held a rifle, handing out medals to people who had. Task Force 141 were all lined up at the front, trying to look like we weren’t uncomfortable being in the spotlight.
Price was his usual composed self. Gaz was talking someone’s ear off about football. Soap was practically vibrating beside me, whispering jokes under his breath until Price gave him the look.
Then I saw her.
Standing near the back, half-hidden by a cluster of guests, she didn’t look like she belonged here and that’s what caught my attention first. She wasn’t in a uniform, just a dark green dress and a small silver necklace that caught the light every time she moved. She wasn’t mingling or smiling for photos; she was… watching.
Her eyes moved over the crowd like she was looking for someone. Curious, sharp, a little shy. And when they landed on me just for a second something in my chest twisted.
Didn’t know what it was at first. Could’ve been surprise. Could’ve been recognition. But it wasn’t. It was something far more dangerous.
Soap elbowed me lightly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he whispered, grinning at his own joke.
“Piss off,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away.
He laughed quietly but didn’t push it. Probably assumed I was distracted. He’d have no idea that for once in my life, I bloody was.
When the speeches started, I tried to focus. Price was talking about teamwork, sacrifice, the usual. But my mind kept drifting. I could still feel her eyes on me or maybe I just wanted to.
By the time the medals were pinned and the formalities done, I’d already decided I was going to speak to her. Didn’t know her name, didn’t know why she was here, didn’t know a single bloody thing about her but that didn’t matter.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Afterwards, the reception kicked off. Officers, families, press. I slipped away from the main crowd never liked being cornered for questions and that’s when I saw her again, standing by the refreshments table, holding a glass she clearly wasn’t drinking from.
Right. No time like the present.
I took a steady breath and approached, slow and deliberate. She noticed me before I said anything her head lifted, eyes meeting mine, and that same twist hit me again.
“Evenin’,” I said, nodding politely.
She smiled small, uncertain, but real. “Evening.”
“Bit much, innit?” I nodded towards the sea of uniforms and photographers.
She laughed, quiet but warm. “A bit, yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many medals in one room before.”
“Most of us don’t get ‘em for the easy jobs,” I said before I could stop myself.
Her expression softened. “You’re part of the task force.” It wasn't exactly a question more a statement.
“Something like that,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t offer more never did but she didn’t seem put off by it. She had that kind of presence that made silence feel natural instead of awkward.
I found myself smiling under the mask. Christ. Smiling. “You here with someone?”
“My brother,” she said. “He’s on the task force too.”
My chest tightened. “Is that right? Which one?”
Before she could answer, a familiar voice came from behind me loud, cheerful, unmistakable.
“Oi! There you are, lass! Been lookin’ for ye everywhere!”
I turned just as Johnny appeared, hair slicked back for once, face split into a grin that vanished the second he saw me standing there.
“Oh, for f...” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes darting between us. “Riley.”
“MacTavish.”
He blinked, then looked at the woman beside me. “You’ve met my sister, then.”
...His what?
I froze. My stomach dropped. His sister?
The woman beside me Y/N, apparently gave him a look that said please don’t embarrass me right now, but Soap wasn’t having it. His arm came round her shoulders, pulling her a little closer, like I was a bloody threat.
“Didn’t realise you two knew each other,” he said, all cheerful on the surface but with that warning edge only another soldier would pick up.
“Just met,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.
He raised a brow. “Aye? That so?”
Y/N sighed. “Johnny, please.”
Soap grinned. “Oh, don’t mind me, bonnie. Just makin’ sure my mate here remembers what hands off means.”
I exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “You think I’d disrespect your family?”
He tilted his head. “Not intentionally.”
There was an awkward pause. Y/N glanced between us like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or run away. “I’m… gonna get some air,” she said finally.
Before I could say a word, she slipped past us, disappearing into the corridor leading out to the terrace.
Soap turned back to me the second she was gone, crossing his arms. “Alright. I’ll only say this once, mate. She’s my little sister. She’s not part of our world, yeah? Keep it that way.”
I met his stare evenly. “Wasn’t plannin’ to drag her into it.”
“Good,” he said. “Because she’s had enough shite in her life without a bloke like you makin’ it complicated.”
That one stung more than I expected.
“Relax, Johnny,” I said, voice low. “I’m not lookin’ to hurt anyone.”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aye, I know. But you and me, we’ve seen what this job does to people. She doesn’t need that.”
He was right. Of course he was. But none of that changed the way my pulse had jumped when she looked at me.
When he walked off to grab a drink, I waited a few minutes then followed the way she’d gone.
Outside, the air was cool, the city humming faintly in the distance. She was leaning against the stone railing, looking out at the lights. The kind of picture that sticks in your head and refuses to leave.
She didn’t turn when I approached. “You’re going to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” she said softly.
I stopped beside her. “That depends. You planning on tellin’ your brother I’m here?”
She smiled without looking at me. “Probably not.”
We stood there in silence for a while. Just the two of us. No ceremony, no medals, no ghosts from the past.
Finally, she said, “He worries too much. Always has.”
“Can’t blame him,” I said. “World’s not exactly kind to family.”
She looked at me then, and I swear something inside me cracked. “You sound like you’d know.”
“I do.”
Her eyes softened. For a long moment, neither of us said anything. Then she whispered, almost like she was talking to herself, “You’ve got sad eyes, Simon.”
That caught me off guard. “Do I?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Like you’ve seen too much and don’t know what to do with it.”
I didn’t have an answer for that. She didn’t seem to expect one.
Eventually, she pushed off the railing. “You should probably get back before Johnny thinks you’ve kidnapped me.”
I smirked. “Wouldn’t get far. He’d hunt me down in minutes.”
Her laugh that small, genuine laugh did something to me I can’t explain.
And as I watched her walk back inside, hair catching the light, I realised something with absolute certainty.
I was already involved. Whether she knew it or not. Whether I liked it or not.
Love at first sight I used to think it was nonsense. But standing there, heart pounding in my chest as the sound of her laughter faded down the hall, I knew I was done for.
Simon Riley, who doesn’t believe in fate. Who doesn’t believe in happy endings. Who doesn’t believe in anything.
Warning: Y/N is physically described, SMUT, voyeurism, female and male masturbation, non-con (just for a min), oral sex (m receiving, f receiving), fingering, penetration, insinuation of a threesome with his own brother lol, let me know if I have to add something else
We need more Caracalla and Fred Hechinger work done, so I had to do it myself, maybe I’ll even do a second part of this with Geta. Also, I know my English is bad, if there’s a mistake you can let me know.
This idea was brought to me while I was playing Assassin’s Creed btw
It was a hot night in Rome, one of the first heat waves of the year. Caracalla couldn’t sleep, the weight of his actions keeping him awake. It was strange and the sweat of his body made him sticky and uncomfortable. He pushed the concubine laying on his bed to make more space for himself, he took his robe and walked away from his room, the guards following behind as he made his way to the bathes. He needed to shake this feeling, and a good bathe was the only thing he could think of. He ordered his servants to take him to his baths, it was the middle of the night and there wouldn’t be any civilians disturbing.
Once inside, he untied his robe, disposed to get in the hot baths until he catches a sound of water splashing. Someone was there, he walked to the sound where the sweetest voice could be heard humming. He caught a glimpse from the source, a women, the cutest and the most innocent woman he could’ve catch eyes on.
She had her eyes closed as she hummed a song and rubbed her skin clean. It was exciting for Caracalla, watching her body, portraying a figure only Venus could have. Smooth skin, curled wet hair, perky nipples, hip dips and wide thighs, it’s all he could dream of, there was no concubine like her. He couldn’t help but rub his cock at the sight of this woman as she bathed herself innocently.
He watched her from afar, he didn’t want to interrupt this image worthy of a portrait, he wanted to replace his hand by yours, he really did, but he felt unworthy of such a beauty like you. His flushed cock pulsating in his own hand as he shut his mouth with the other, avoiding from any pant to come out of his mouth.
He rubbed his cock up and down, tightening his fist around himself, wishing it was replaced by your walls, by your mouth, your hands or even just your breasts. He swore he could cum just by being close to you. As you stood up to finish bathing, he got a glimpse of your sweet sweet cunt, enough to make him cum on his hand, letting out a whimper, catching himself before you could see him as he hid behind a wall.
You turned your head to the source of the quiet sound but couldn’t see anything so you continued dressing yourself in your humble gown, to go back to your house where your husband was waiting for you.
Caracalla tied his robe again and took a last glimpse of you as you left the baths. He hasn’t felt this way ever, he had been with hundreds of women and men, but he wouldn’t stop thinking of an ordinary peasant. He could simply order his guards to follow you and command you to go to the Palace with him, he could give you the best life, but there was something in the freedom you possessed, he wanted to enjoy this look of you before making you his, he wanted to hunt his prey before he could eat you, something he wouldn’t do with the concubines available at any time he’d liked.
He went back to his chambers, he couldn’t sleep after a while but this time it wasn’t because of his actions nor the hot weather in Rome, but you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Next day, he waited and waited for the night to come. When the moon settled and people were asleep, he visited the baths again, in hopes of seeing you again, bathing your gracious curves and big thighs that he would die for. Caracalla made his way inside quietly, he could hear your sweet hum and the water moving as you rubbed your skin. His cock hardening at the sound of you, he didn’t even need to look at your delicious body to get aroused.
He took a peek of you. Fuck, he didn’t remembered your tits to look so big and smooth. He thought of your cute nipples in his mouth, the sounds you would make when he would’ve swirled his tongue around them. His cock hard as ever, the touch of his silk robe enough to make him whimper.
When he thought you couldn’t be hotter, you opened your legs, your small fingers grazing your cunt. God, he wished he could see your wet folds but this scene was enough for him. He snaked his hand inside his robe and gave himself a few strokes, slow and quiet, waiting for you to get bolder with your touches, he wanted to do it along you, just like he was there at your side.
You gathered the wetness from your hole and spread it to your bundle of nerves, letting out the first whimper as you rubbed the tip of your fingers in slow circles, savoring the tingle sensation. You closed your eyes as you went faster, this was the only moment you had for yourself after finishing the load of work in home.
Caracalla felt the bravery run through his veins, from his chest to his cock, making him harden even more. As you close your eyes, he needed to seize the opportunity of getting close as he tiptoed and sat behind you, placing his hand on your mouth, preventing from any sound to come out of your mouth and alert others.
Your eyes shot open as you felt the presence of someone but you couldn’t make any sound or even move as he shut your mouth and held you in place with a hand around your stomach, holding you in place. “Shh… calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help you.” He whispered in your ear, his lips darting from your ear to your neck with a few kisses. Your body was tense and your chest went up and down with your breaths.
He pressed his body to your back, you could feel his hard cock between your bodies, making you shut your eyes close. His hand snaked down from your waist down to your plushed plump belly and finally to your folds. “Mmm you were waiting for me, right?” he swiped his finger from your hole to your clit, collecting your juices for him to taste, once he was satisfied with the amount of juices his finger was coated in, he tastes you and hums. “I was right, you were waiting for me to come here and watch you play with this sweet cunt, you didn’t give me another choice and I had to come here and help you take care of this mess.” He chuckled darkly, starting to circle your clit.
You couldn’t see his face, the sound of his voice familiar but you could only see his ring adorned hands at your cunt, deliciously playing with your clit. You wanted to fight him, make him stop but his touch was just right, you had never been played with like this.
“I watched you yesterday, couldn’t help myself but touch myself to you, the minute I laid eyes on you, my cock was hard as ever, but when I saw this sweet cunt… mmm god, it was over for me” He breathed in as you felt his cock twitch in the small of your back.
He toyed with your clit a few more times, juices coming out of you as your release was close and he knew, he had been with enough women to know this things. “Now, if you promise to come back here tomorrow, let me help with you again, I’ll let you cum…” He placed a few kisses behind your ear. “What do you say?” You couldn’t think straight, you were supposed to be terrified and trying to fight this off, but you needed it, you needed the release so you just nodded.
“Good… now cum.” He ordered you, and as he was a God brought to earth, you immediately came in his fingers, your walls clenching around nothing as you whimpered.
You felt his cock twitch on your back once again, this time you could also feel the ropes of his cum coming out of him, sticking to your skin. He moaned in your ear and once he came out of the daze, you could hear his breaths in your ear. “Tell me your name, my precious dame.” He kissed your temple.
You should’ve been weirded out, some strange men touching you in the middle of the night while you were bathing but this strange sweetness was something you kinda liked. “Y/N.” You whispered “I’ll expect you to be here at the same time, Y/N.” Caracalla grabbed your jaw. “Now, don’t you dare open your eyes.” You suddenly felt cold, without his warmth engulfing you.
He took a glance at you for the last time this night before walking away, his guards escorting him back to his chambers. He laid on his bed, it was the first time in a long time that he could sleep peacefully, you and your body were his last thoughts.
Before he dissapeared on a tall wall, you caught a glimpse of him, red hair and a red robe was the only thing you could see of him, his face remaining a mystery. He was a part of the elite, you knew that because of his robe and hair, you could feel goosebumps in your skin. As opposed to you, sleep was something you couldn’t conciliate that night, the thought of his hands, his rings adorning his fingers, those fingers that ripped your orgasm, his cock at the small of your back, you could only think about how it would feel inside you or even in your hands.
After a day of hard work, you snuck out of bed where your husband was asleep, and walked to the baths. You stripped yourself from your gown and went inside the hot bath, submerging yourself. The long curls of hair sticking to your skin as you bathed yourself and hummed, waiting for the man that invaded your thoughts all day.
Caracalla arrived, he snuck inside where the sound of your hums could be heard. He savoured this scene of you, just like he did the two previous nights, it was a ritual at this point. He stripped his robe off and walked inside the water, once he reached you, he wrapped his arms around you. You immediately responded, leaning your head back, resting in his chest. “I’m here, my sweet lady.” He whispered in your ear, just like he did last night.
“I was waiting for you.” You whispered back, pressing your whole body against his. He laughed darkly. “You are here, waiting for me, even though you haven’t even seen my face, my love.” He wrapped his hand around your neck, not squeezing, just holding it in place.
“I don’t need to see your face, I just need you, I don’t know who you are, but I just know, that I couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you touched me and how you made me feel.” You whimpered, pressing your rear against his cock.
“Mmm, that’s very sweet of you, my love. But if I have to make you cum again without seeing this gorgeous face, that would be the death of me.” He kissed your neck, trailing his kisses to your cheek as he turned you around, he kissed your lips ferociously, your eyes closed.
He stood in front of you, he ceased his kisses as eyes were still closed. “Grant me my wish, let me see your eyes.” You felt his hand against your face, caressing your cheek in the sweetest way. You opened your eyes to be greeted by your emperors face, that unremarkable red hair and blue piercing eyes. “My emperor…” You said with shaky voice as you tried to do a courtsy.
“None of that, my love.” Caracalla smirked as he took you by the jaw. “Although, I would love for you to kneel before me, I would like it to be in other terms.” He put a strand of hair away from your face, making you blush.
“I thought about it, yesterday night, after I came back to my house. I thought about you on my mouth, my husband was laying asleep beside me but I couldn’t help touching myself again.” You said as you kneeled in front of him, you could see his jaw tensing at the mention of your husband “Now, I need to pay you back.” You fisted his cock, feeling it harden with every stroke as you looked up at him. Your emperor flushed face looking at you as he grabbed your damp hair in a fist.
You gave his tip a lick, searching for any reaction in his face, his hand squeezing your cheeks, forcing your lips to open, a reaction to your tease. His jaw clenched, as he forced a few inches of his cock through your lips. He stopped himself and let you move your mouth to your liking again. You licked the lenght of his cock, from the base, following the flushed vein to the tip, starting to deep throat the whole thing, it took some time but after a few seconds, you stuffed everything you could inside your mouth.
“O-oh… Such a sweet thing-“ he breathed in, throwing his head back as he enjoyed the warmth of his mouth. You moved your head up and down , stopping for a few seconds to give the tip some attention.
“Mhhm… please…” You whimpered, you needed to taste his release, you thought about this the whole day. He chuckled as he took his cock and tapped your cheek with it, he was teasing you. “I’m sorry, love. But I’m cumming inside you.” He kneeled and made you lay down, the water wetting your whole body.
“I didn’t have a proper taste of this gorgeous cunt yesterday.” He put his head between your thighs, his hands bruising them as he ravished your cunt, his tongue savouring every single drop of juices coming out of you and sucking your clit, making loud whimpers come out of you. “I can’t take it anymore.” You groan as you take his hair in your hand, he moans in your clit when you pull his hair. You think he can’t hear you, when you reach your high and cum on his lips, his tongue laps at your hole to drink your juices. His nose hitting your abused clit, making it too much for you, you beg for him to have mercy on you, he stops but only to satisfy his needs.
“Not even the most luscious wine made just for me and my brother, taste as good at you, my sweet girl.” Caracalla kissed you, making you taste yourself on his tongue.
He takes his cock and taps it in your clit, torturing even more your abused bundle of nerves. He rubs the tip in your folds, both teasing you and covering himself in your juices to make this more pleasant for the both of you. “I’m gonna make you mine and I’m gonna take you with me. I’ll send someone to kill your husband before anyone dares to accuse you of adultery. Even better, I’ll kill anyone who dares to speak ill of you.” He caressed your cheek, in his own twisted way, this is the sweetest thing he has ever done for someone.
“Yes, yes, my emperor!” You look at him with nothing but awe. He pushes in as he groans, your walls pushing him in as you clench. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he fucks you in a way no one could, not even your husband who is the only men you been with since your father made you marry him.
“Geta will be so jealous of me, that I’m treating myself with a woman like you.” He chuckles darkly. “Maybe I’ll share you with him, if you’re good enough.” Caracalla caressed your cheek as he pounded on you. “Would you like that, my sweet girl?.” You nodded as you threw your head back. His cock made you stretch deliciously and you could feel the tip abusing your cervix, your walls collapsing against him with every pound.
“I’m close…” You let out a strangled moan as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Let go, I command you.” Your walls clenched around his cock as your back arched, he kept pounding on you until he couldn’t hold back anymore, he came inside you as you rode your orgasm.
He panted and groaned when you clenched around him after he orgasmed, suddenly feeling overstimulated, he came out from inside you and started stroking your hip. The moment was silent, and the only thing you could hear was the water moving.
“Come home with me, please.” He caressed your cheek and you evaded his eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed of what you did. “I can’t stand the idea of you living with another man, living as a peasant when I could give you the whole world, whatever you need.” He looked pained. You nodded and looked at his eyes, finally. “Yes, my love. I’ll do anything you want.” You smiled at him.
The thought of being empress, of freeing yourself from the man you were forced to marry, freeing yourself from working everyday to live with one of the twin emperors, it wasn’t a hard life to think about.
