Kabuki's Midnight Izakaya

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Narcos & Narcos: Mexico

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Today i have a Narcos meme for ya <3, tomorrow? Who, knows?

But yeah, i am currently working on some one-shots for Narcos and Narcos Mexico. One for Javier Peña is planned as well, but i want to give the spotlight to less represented characters for ffs in the fandom first.

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I am not okay.

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AVIOTHIC

Aviothic(n.) - The strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

one-shot

pairing: Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader (Note: I am not romanticizing the real Amado, this is about his character interpretation in Narcos: Mexico played by the amazing José María Yazpik)

summary: In order to establish an aerial smuggling network, Félix Gallardo sends Amado to find an airplane hangar in Juárez. His old contact and pilot teacher Alejandro "Águila" Medina became his top choice, but Medina Aviation changed since the last time they had met with a new boss handling the business now.

warning(s): mention of drugs | NSFW | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

word count: 5k

It has been more than ten years since the last time Amado had seen Alejandro Medina, the man people called "Águila" (engl. eagle). It was safe to say that this man was one of the best pilots in all of Mexico and kind of a rare fossil nowadays. Back when Mexico allied with America in World War 2, the young Medina was part of the "Aztec Eagles", a squadron of fighter planes that participated directly in the Philippines campaign alongside the United States Air Force and Royal Australian Air Force. After the war, he first stayed in the Mexican army to train fighter pilots before starting Medina Aviations with his brother – a private aircraft company and flight school with aircraft maintenance services located in Culiacán before moving to Juárez. Back when Medina was living in Culiacán, Amado had taken flight lessons at his school because he was a friend of his uncle and given the enormous amount of hours the two of them were cramped in an old Cessna, they developed a lasting friendship. Without exaggeration, Amado saw in Alejandro Medina more of a father than he did in his own. Without him, he wouldn't have been where he was now: A fucking pilot and a good one on top.

Given their backstory, it was no surprise that Amado instantly thought about his old mentor, when Félix Gallardo asked him to establish an aerial smuggling network in Juárez, which included finding a free hangar to store and maintain planes that would bring cocaine from Colombia to Mexico. Even though they haven't seen each other in years, he had no doubt that Medina would be a good contact for this. And if the friendship wouldn't be enough, the payment he could promise Medina for this whole project probably exceeded anything that had ever happened to him before, making it a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

The sun was bright on this cloudless day, burning down on Amado once he opened the door of his personal Cessna with which he flew the all the way from Guadalajara to Juárez. He'd brought the plane perfectly down the landing strip and parked it right in front of the big hangar hall, in which a couple of other models waited for their maintenence or their next take off. In between them, an old man came right into his direction, dressed in oil-stained dungarees with an even older buttoned shirt. The age had caused his wild hair to turn white a while ago and a big moustache decorated his lips. Despite the deeper wrinkles on his face, Amado instantly recognized him as Alejandro and pulled him into a warm, friendly hug.

"Águila, I'm glad to see that you're still alive!"

"Ah, shut up, Amado! I may look like i'm going to drop dead at any given second, but as you can see i'm still standing", the old pilot laughed and patted the shoulder of his former student, even though he had to stretch himself a bit to reach it. "So, i haven't seen you in years, mi hijo. What brings you to Juárez? And don't tell me it was just the wish to see me, we both know that's a lie." And with those words, he slowly walked over into the open hangar, where a small seating area waited for the two. An old couch and a couple of wooden armchairs together with a makeshift table and a refrigerator filled with beer. Through moments like these, Amado remembered why he had missed Alejandro. This old man was kind of a dickhead, but one, that had his heart on his tongue. There was no way he could lie to him about the criminal parts of the'business deal' he was about to offer Medina, given the fact that he was from Sinaloa himself and knew his uncle 'Don Neto'.

"Listen, Águila, i don't want to waste your time in any way with this, so i'm going to be honest: I am searching for a hangar that can provide parking space and maintenance services for an airplane fleet of two smaller Cessnas, like the one i came with, two mid-sized Beechcraft Super King Air and one Boeing 727 i'm going to get in a few days."

"Are you mad, Amado!? You understand that this is a private hangar, with all those planes around, Medina Aviation has no space for other customers –"

"Exactly, that's the point," Amado shot back and took his sunglasses off, which he secured on his black buttoned-shirt. "I said, i'll be honest with you. We need all of this to build up an air-bridge from Calí in Colombia, to smuggle cocaine to Mexico." Why lying? Even though Alejandro seemed to freeze for a moment, too stunned to speak by the sudden explanation, Amado trusted him enough to not call any police or shit on him. "We're paying good, trust me. There's no chance you'll ever earn more money than with this exclusive deal. I wouldn't come to you if i wouldn't trust you on this. You're one of the best fucking pilots i know and and experienced mechanic."

The old man had to sit down on the couch, staring at the Narco as he continued talking. But before he could lay down his full offer, Alejandro shook his head. "I am sorry, mi hijo. As much as i like you, i can't just decide this on my own."

"What do you mean, this is your business, right? Your brother already retired, as i heard."

"Yes, which is why i took another partner in. Just look at me, Amado – i am old! I can't even get up on a wing with this back. The only reason why Medina Aviation still exists is because of my granddaughter. A talented girl, I taught her how to fly and repair planes myself. Couldn’t be more proud of her how she ran this place so far. She's the boss now, i'm just more of an advisor."

Now that info hit Amado as surprising as it would've been a bullet. Eyes widened, he looked confused at that man sitting on the sofa, scratching the back of his neck, while he tried to figure out how to deal with this new turn of events.

"Okey wait, i have to get this clear, you already handed all of this over to your what? Your granddaughter?!"

"Is that a problem?" A female voice suddenly appeared behind Amado, causing him to turn around. Here you were, Alejandro Medina's granddaughter and it was the very first time his former flight student had ever seen you. A young woman dressed in a washed-out blue working overall, your hair tamed in a messy bun and rather than flashy make-up, your face was tainted with black oil and dust. No wonder, you’d just sticked head first in the motor of an old propeller plane, something Amado seemed to have overlooked, when he had entered the hangar.

„No- umm-“. It was clear that the Narco was caught off guard by your question and he tried to regain his confidence as fast as possible, while you took a wet cloth from a working bench to clean your face. „Why did you never told me that you have such a beauty as your granddaughter?!“

„Careful, amigo ,“ Alejandro warned his guest, before he leaned back and left the rest to you, knowing damn well that you were a woman, who could handle herself. Ignoring Amado's comment fully, you stepped forward and started. „You said the payment is good, then tell me what you can offer us. We need our expanses covered: Kerosin, spare parts, as well as the working hours and a security fee. If your boss expects an exclusive treatment here, then he‘ll have to pay for it.“

„Of course, of course. We’ve thought about a monthly fee of 25,000 dollars-"

„Do you think I’m dumb?“, you shot back at him in an instant, causing Amado to stare at you with confusion. "No, not at all", he answered quickly, still sticking to his offer, while looking at you. It was almost comedical. The tall Narco towered over you with about one head and you knew that guys like him had probably a lot of corpses in their trunk, yet you held your ground with the negotiation ambition of an american businessman.

"I know the price range for cocaine – my brother lives in Miami and flies those rich gringos around, who snort the white Colombian shit like cars on a highway. And since the price is still going up, i want profit sharing. Ten percent for each plane that lands here."

A huff came from Amado's lips, followed by a chuckle that almost came off like he didn't take you serious. Actually he was quite impressed. "You're a tough one to ask for that sum, Cariño." You just responded to those words with a waiting smile, still ready to discuss further.

"Five percent," the Narco suddenly offered, but just a second in between and you said: "Eight."

For a moment, Amado stopped and looked straight into your eyes. In his mind he already calculated the numbers, at least roughly. His jaw clenching as he knew he would need to explain all of this to his boss. "Seven. Last offer or i'll find another service."

"You won't find a better one, seven it is then", you agreed with a smirk on your lips, stretching your hand out for an agreement shake. For you, the deal was still a big win given the enormous amount of money the cartels were making with coke. Amado on the other hand had to surrender himself to the thought that your pretty face had distracted him from being harsher in this negotiation. Felíx will probably rip his ass open for that.

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The months passed and the hangar and landing strip of Medina Aviations became the number one hub for aerial drug trafficking from Colombia to Mexico. Every day flights set off to Calí or came back from there with precious cargo: loads and loads of cocaine. The partnership with the Guadalajara cartel had already proven itself and it became a Win-Win for both sides. You made so much money that you were able to expand the hangar, buy the latest mechanical gear on the market and spare parts to have them in stock – of course with the rest both you and your family were able to live very comfortable in a newly built mansion near your working place. On the other side Amado and his plane fleet did got the 'exclusive treatment' you had promised him. The planes of the Guadalajara cartel were the only ones that were allowed to land, park and start from here, and for storing the coke, you had organized the building of a storehouse right next to the hangar. Whenever a plane had a problem, whether it were the propeller or the engine, you took the task very seriously and even worked through the night if necessary to fix it. It was this dedication that Amado started to admire in you, whenever he came to Juárez. Well, not just this of course. After you two had started off a little bit rough, it didn't took long until the ice between you two finally broke. Not only were you becoming a very reliable partner in a business sense, the way you always welcomed him with jokes on your lips and didn't back off when he teased you, which usually ended in a playful argument, slowly forged a friendship.

Of course, Amado being Amado, he was a big flirt at heart and you were quite the sight. He didn't care that the men around him find it boyish when a woman wore unisex workwear like the blue overall with the Medina Aviation logo, which your grandfather frequently wore too. But for him it was part of the charm, only underlining your pretty face and your coquettish smile. However, to this day, you successfully resisted every flirt that came from his mouth, even when he called you by a pet name, with the most frequent being Cariño, Pajarito or Ángel. You didn't tell him to fuck off either, so in a way, all of this just added an extra level of ambition he found in himself to get you.

It was one of those days, where Amado flew his own Cessna from Guadalajara to Juárez to get it checked, before he would do a jump over to Colombia, for a business meet-up with Calí cartel godfather Pacho Herrera. Owning a plane and flying to destinations whereever and whenever he wanted was one of the things Amado just loved about being a pilot and working in a job that gave him unlimited freedom in terms of money. Once he'd landed safely, he brought the plane right in front of the hangar, where you were already working on another aircraft. The moment he climbed out and adjusted his sunglasses, his eyes went up to you standing on the wing of a mid-sized drug trafficking airplane in the heat of the day, the upper half of your workwear jumpsuit was tied loosely around your hips, while it exposed the fact that you just wore a bikini top underneath. It took a while for Amado, while he was standing there and staring, before he finally got words from his lips. "Is this part of the service too?!", he called out in a teasing tone.

"If so, i should charge you extra," you shot back, not caring about your appearence in this moment at all. Oh, how he'd missed this. "I'm right there, just a second!" With a few precise handles you finished the work you'd done on the propeller and jumped off the wing to greet your business partner with a smile. "If that is not 'El Señor de los Cielos' in person, what can i do for you?", you asked directly, as always, skipping the smalltalk to get right to the task, although Amado had no interest in taking off that fast again. "I need you to take a look at my Cessna's engine... it makes a weird rattling sound i hadn't heard before and i need to get to Colombia without crashing over the ocean." Your hands were already on your toolbag and you signaled him to follow you. In no time, you opened up the nose of his airplane and let him help you to take off the cover, revealing the motor for a check.

While you examined the engine, you were fully aware that Amado's eyes were glued onto your back and torso, clearly stunned that you simply ran around like this. "I know that you're staring," you commented, not even turning around.

"Well, can you blame me, Cariño? You're the one running around like this and expect me to keep my eyes shut, i am just a man."

"Ah sorry, i forgot about that", you teased back with a chuckle, while you finally had the problem right in front your eyes. It was time for an oil change and there were a few metal nuts missing, who weren't tight enough and probably fell off during the vibrations of the motor. "Alright, i am going to fix this, no problem. It shouldn't take long either. But we need to do a test flight, before i can let you take the whole way over to Calí."

And you held your word as you fixed the engine in about an hour including a cleaning and motor test. Once the cover was back on, Amado seemed to wait before he got onto his plane again. He simply opened the door, as if he wanted you to step in first. "Remember the last time you told me that you've never flown one of those latest Cessna models? Now is the chance, Pajarito. After you."

The sudden offer caught you a bit off guard, while you were cleaning your hands from the motor oil. You knew that Amado called this Cessna his baby and he wouldn't let anyone else fly it if it wasn't a question of life and death. Given this chance however, you nodded quickly with a smile on your lips, before would he could get a chance to think this over and it didn't take more than a few seconds to get you into the pilot seat. What a feeling! You've regularly flown older models, but this one was the newest with the latest technical equipment and a beautiful interior. It even smelled new. Amado closed the door and took the seat next to you, while you were already preparing the start of the engines. "Beautiful, right? Flying this Cessna feels just like sex – okey, almost", he joked and it got him a laugh out of you, as you were adjusting the headset and drove the plane into starting position. "Now that we're here, i just noticed that i've never seen you fly a plane before."

"Bad for you, because i learned from the best."

"Just like i did", he grinned as you referred to your grandfather, who was without a doubt a legend for both of you. And with that you took off perfectly, no shaking, no rattling sound, just a soft transition from the ground to the sky. And it was the feeling you fell in love with, every time you were able to pilot a plane. It was what made you and Amado similar as both of you craved the feeling to be up in the sky, where nothing and everything seemed to matter all at once. It was exciting and relaxing at the same time, while there was no other way for humans to come closer to the freedom birds held when they flew through the sky. Once you got to a certain height, you adjusted the Cessna's position as you softly balanced the plane during your flight over Juárez. And it was in this moment, Amado took the chance for a chat with you, asking a question he actually wanted to ask for quite some time. "So, be honest, anyone waiting for you down there, Cariño? Boyfriend, husband, whatever?"

The sudden question made you chuckle, as your eyes went to him for a quick moment, studying if it was just another one of his jokes. "Are you asking this because i cannot jump off now and escape the question?"

"Maybe. I just want to check out if i'd have any form of a chance", Amado answered with a playful smile, a little tease, but it carried honesty, as he'd known you for quite some time now. It would've been a fucking lie, that he never thought about taking a step forward. Maybe a bolder step than just flirtatious words.

"First: As if you are the person to back off if it would be the case, Amado Carillo Fuentes. Second: What if i tell you that no, there's no one right now?"

"Then i would ask, if you just lied to me, because in no damn reality a girl like you wouldn't have a bunch of men waiting in line."

You laughed again, a soft shimmer of red appearing on your cheeks. It was hard to get you out of your carefully crafted shell. Being a woman in a male-dominated field meant that you always had to prove yourself, even more despite the good work you did. It was true that for a long time, you hadn't really allowed yourself to be more open to the advances of men that caught your interest as well. And the truth was, that Amado had grown on you. Lately, you even caught yourself missing him, internally waiting for the next time he would come to Juárez.

"In all honesty, you're not the first one asking me something like that, but i am aware i am a difficult person myself and on top of that i hate to deal with idiots around me. I have my standards."

"Standards, huh?", the man next to you smirked in response to that, leaning back in his seat, while he clearly calmed down whenever he was sitting in a plane. "And i can assure you, you're not as difficult as you might think. I would even think that no one actually is."

"Is that so? Then enlighten me."

"Maybe i will, once we get back to the hangar", he said with his usual happy-go-lucky smirk.

"Now you're the complicated one", you commented in response, but the words still caught your interest. Maybe it was time for you to take a step forward as well?

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The flight over Juárez turned out to be one of the most pleasant ones you had for a long time. Even though you wouldn't have to take so long for a test flight, you stretched it out of purpose to have the sunset marking the point, when you would return Amado's Cessna back to the hangar. Just as smooth as you took off, you landed the plane and brought it back into its parking position, perfect for a last Kerosin fuel-filling before your business partner can safely make his flight to Calí. But before you would let him go, you promised Amado a cold beer, conveniently out of the refrigerator that was standing around the seating area of the open hangar. You took out two bottles and opened them directly on the edge of one of the work benches, which earned you an impressed whistle from your guest.

"What are we toasting to?", you asked him, after you handed Amado one of the beers and leaned your back against the work bench behind you. Instead of simply taking a seat, he had followed and just took his place standing right in front of you, setting up a more intimate moment without even thinking further about it. After a short moment of thinking, Amado announced with a smirk. "Why not toasting to this wonderful flight with more to come? And to us of course."

With a bright smile you nodded and clang your bottle against his before taking a good sip from the cold, tasteful beer. You and Amado were the only ones left here, given the usual timings of the smuggling flights and the fact that your grandfather used to finish his work about an hour ago. Knowing this too, Amado's eyes were still locked with yours and it could've been seen as an attempt to read your mind in this moment – even though you were probably thinking the same right now as you placed the beer bottle right next to you. He couldn't even say a word, when you suddenly stepped over the line that was already hair-thin between you two, with your hands grabbing his black shirt, pulling him down for a kiss.

Maybe he had underestimated you, when it came to that, but hell, he would never complain about this either. Quite the contrary. He didn't waste any time now as it was an invitation for his hands to wrap them around your waist. Having you still wearing that jumpsuit half-zipped, it was an easy access to touch your soft skin underneath his fingers, a sensual feeling he'd craved for... too long actually. Amado leaned into the kiss and started to dive into your mouth with his tongue, continuing this intense dance with you like he was about to savour the fucking fountain of life.

"Time to find out what's better, flying a Cessna or having sex. What do you say, mi Hermosa?", Amado whispered against your lips, when you parted the kiss for a moment to catch a breath. His nose softly touched yours as he waited for your answer. You could push him away now, if you'd wanted it to and he would never touch you again. But he already sensed that you were not the type of girl that would back off now. And your coquettish grin told him anything he needed to know. "You're driving me crazy, i hope you know that...", he added, his lips still close to yours.

"I know", you whispered teasingly, while you grabbed him by the belt and pulled his hip between your legs, feeling the bulge in his pants he couldn't really hide anymore. "Maybe we're both not very complicated..."

Amado chuckled, nodding in approval to your words, before he shut your mouth with another kiss. His hands started going upwards, opening your bikini top, which made it conveniently easy for him. The fabric quickly dropped down to the ground, before his hands cupped your breasts and started kneating them. His fingers playfully squeezed your hardened nipples, the soft sensual pain brought you to gasp into the kiss. It earned you a pleased and excited smirk of the man that had caused it and Amado couldn't deny that he had his eyes on you for a long time now, actually from the very first day he had seen you. It was the way you kept up with him and the playful disputes you two had, followed by nerdy chats about planes and pilot shit. And topping this, you were one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid his eyes upon, an angel. Now he was finally able to show you how much he really craved everything that you were.

With one hand still on your tits, his other one crept down your belly, right under the fabric of your jumpsuit and the string you wore underneath. Once his fingers reached your clitoris, you instantly bit your lip, knowing that he was able to feel how the heat of the moment had captured your body already. "What's that, huh? So eager for me, Cariño?", Amado mumbled against your ear, touching you with practiced motions of his fingers. He slipped them easily between your dripping wet folds, leaving his thumb rubbing over your clit – this man knew exactly what he did and it had its power over you. Biting your lip didn't help in any way as he forced you to moan in response to his hand treatment. "Fuck–", you hissed, while your hands searched for a hold on the or the work bench, as he pushed you further and further. "What, don't tell me you're already giving up?"

He hadn't even spoken the words fully, when your hands were already opening his belt and his jeans, with one of them grabbing his hard cock. "I could enjoy this treatment all night long, but i think you're the one, that can't wait anymore", you whispered your tease with a shaky voice, massaging his length, which caused him to groan out of pleasure. Despite your work as a mechanic, for some reason you had still those neat and soft hands that just wrapped perfectly around him. But hell, he wouldn't let it end here in any way as he didn't want to have the first time with you just jerking each other off by hand. So with a sudden grab, he pulled his hand out of your jumpsuit and yours from him. Instead he wrapped his arms around your hip and lifted you up from the work bench, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you over to the old couch of the seating area. In a rush of dominance, he pinned you down on the cushion and bent over you. His lips found your neck and started to create a pattern of small hickeys.

"Do you regret provoking me, mi amor... i could just leave you in your heat now, begging for my cock," Amado whispered against your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh you wouldn't do this now, would you? I don't think you get your jeans up again with this thing ready," you purred back, while your hand gently stroked the hair on his neck. It needed just your touch for him to thrill him even more. Amado had already the tip of his cock ready at your entrance, which made it hard to stick to his threat now more than ever.

"You're right, fuck this–" he mumbled – too heavy was the wish to finally feel you, to finally make you his. And with a sudden thrust, he shived himself into you, conquering your tight pussy with his hardened length up to his balls. A dark moan came from his lips, as he stopped for a moment to enjoy the perfect feeling, while his eyes were locked in yours. You were like a painting for him, with your mouth open, your beautiful eyes half-lid open and focused on him, moaning his name while he took you now. It encouraged him to bring you over the edge first, to give you the best fucking time you had, so that he will be the man you craved for in every dream from now on. "Scream for me, Cariño! I want to hear my name from your mouth", Amado demanded with an excited grin, while his hips moved against yours and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air around you, an orchestra of your shared pleasure mixed with those pretty moans. He hit the perfect spot over and over again, it became harder for you to pull yourself together. So you gave him what he asked for and screamed his name again and again. "Amado– !" Your fingers digged themselves into his skin in a desperate search for a hold, while you came to the height of your lost. He pushed you over the edge and the electrifying feeling of an orgasm errupted in your body. With your walls tightening around his cock, there was no way he could keep himself from coming too. Just as he'd hoped for, you and Amado were sharing this perfect moment of pleasure, while his arms wrapped tighter around you. He pulled you closer to feel your skin against his, while his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest soon.

With a half-roll, he switched the position with you, so that you were able to lie down on his chest, as you both tried to catch your breath from the intense moment you had just shared. Softly, Amado's hand reached out to push some of your wild strains of hair out of your face, before he left his hand on your cheek.

"Now this... this was the only thing better than flying," Amado whispered with a blissfull smirk, before he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

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So i officially entered the Narcos fandom for the plot...

The plots in question:

[inseparabiles]

( gladiator ii bonus content: what we do in life echoes in eternity - cast )

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{Like Father Like Son}

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I just think they're neat <3

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Twin Suns

chapter: 8 chapter 1 | 2 | 3| 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

pairing: emperor geta/emperor caracalla x acacius' daughter!reader

summary: With you being the wife of his brother now and therefore a part of the royal court, it gets increasingly harder for Emperor Caracalla to not seek your company. Noticing his interest in you, Emperor Geta sets up a twisted game to benefit from his twin's desires.

warning(s): MDNI | implied smut warning | partially non consent | Geta being Geta and Caracalla being Caracalla | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

Note: I know, i know! It took me quite some time to get this chapter ready for you. Writer blocks are sadly a thing and i am not immune to that ughhhh! But this series will continue, even though it might take longer than i initially expected it to be. Also there are some new projects i'd like to work on, but they'll probably going to be one-shots. Stay tuned and thank you for your patience <3!

word count: 3.1k

Rome felt different during the summer days. It barely rained and the bright sun turned the city into a melting pot. The heat could become a torture, at least for the common citizens, who had to live and work in the dense streets of the Aventin or the other districts outside the Palatin hill. In the previous decades, fires caused by drought and bad luck were a common problem, especially in the districts of the poor. It was nothing that was new but it only added to the pile of other injustices, which grab around like a plague, being it hunger or the slow decay of any morals that were once held so high by the Roman elite.

The upper classes themselves however had their ways of dealing with those "problems". A lot of them left the city during those hot months as they owned homes in the countryside with the same amount of comfort they enjoyed in the capital. One of the most lavish and gigantic depictions of such a summer residence was the palace of the Emperors in Anzio, directly built at the coastline and a few miles south of Rome. This place was almost like a small city in itself, a symbol of Emperor Geta's and Caracalla's wealth, even though it was actually their father, who restored the old palace that once belonged to Emperor Nero. Emperor Septimius Severus modernized the old walls and equipped the residence to be a retreat for his family. Just as their palace in Rome, their summer residence had everything Caracalla and Geta expected in their roles as the most powerful men in the world. An army of servants rushed around to cook and clean up, take care of the garden, or simply do whatever was needed. Additionally, as always, the Emperors had their entourage of concubines with them, who stayed with the other servants and slaves in another part of the palace - ready to be called whenever they were needed.

Over the last passing weeks after your wedding with Emperor Geta, you'd tried your best to get used to all of this - to the luxury and the way all eyes were always set on you, ready to watch every damn move you did. You rarely got any moment for yourself, since it was expected from you to stick at Geta's side, smile and be at his service every second of the day. And he had used this situation over and over again. Your husband would say that this was just the way he offered you his love, but the reality was that he was a very lustful and demanding man. One that searched for your approval so desperately through all the touches, kisses and pleasures he viewed as a gift, but you only took them to preserve your pride behind a carefully crafted mask of adaption. You despised the lavish parties, the concubines, the twisted game everyone of the royal court seemed to play, so that they wouldn't end up crucified the next morning. And you knew so well, that just like your father, you were fighting to save your family too - not on the battlefield, but in the front of the Emperor and in his bed.

Letters from General Acacius were a rarity, when he was off on a campaign at the end of the Roman Empire. A messenger needed weeks, often over a month until he was able to deliver to the right person. Holding the papyrus paper in your hands felt like holding a godly present, when you read the written words that were only meant for you over and over again. Beginning with "My dearest, my beloved daughter", Acacius told her about the exhausting travel, the situation of his legions as well as his own, about the siege of Numidia - the last free city of Africa Nova and more. In his letter it was an upcoming and unavoidable happening, but given all the time between writing and delivering, the battle might've been over already.

Although it was a personal letter adressed to the Empress, given that he didn't know if anyone else would lay their eyes on it, Acacius deliberately left out the any critique about the Emperor's decisions to continue Rome's expansions. But you knew your father well enough to read between the lines of his text, which gave you a glimpse about how tired he was about this war and how much it caused pain in him to kill and enslave under the banner of a reign he saw as nothing but a tyranny. You were lost in between his words and the smell of the sea mixed with the one of the papyrus in your hand, when a little squeak caught your ears and pulled you out of your thoughts. Another soft screech and you looked into the buttoned eyes of Dondus, the small pet monkey of Emperor Caracalla, who sat in his tiny tunic on the table next to you.

"I knew i'd find you here!" You didn't even need to turn your head around, to know which of the twins suddenly approached you as you were still sitting on a bench in the Palace gardens, protected by the shdaows of the trees around, but with the beautiful view of the sea right in front of you. Still you followed the etiquette and stood up to greet your brother-in-law with a bow of your head. "My Emperor,..."

"Caracalla", he corrected you, before you could even speak further. "You're part of the family now, there's no need to make it complicate, right?"

The fact that you were his brother's wife still bothered him from the very first day on. A mere thought about his brother's possession of your heart could kick off a tantrum of Caracalla at any given time, especially when he was alone in his rooms and had to face all the thoughts what Geta probably did to you, when he had you in his presence. And it was rare, very rare to get a moment with you alone, one in which you were not with Emperor Geta or accompanied by his personal guard. Those that Caracalla was the only one able to send away since the Praetorians had to follow his orders in the same way they did with his brother's. They were twin Emperors all along. And although Geta took more of the leading responsibilities, they shared the power equally at the end of the day.

You nodded in response to his offering, even if it was still an unusual practice - you weren't this close with him. Actually you thought that he had tried to avoid you for quite some time, after your wedding with his brother, which made his sudden approach even more dubious. Nonetheless you put on the mask of a dutiful Roman woman, graceful and without any falter, as your mouth curled into a smile and your hand started to crawl the head of Caracalla's pet monkey, who suddenly jumped onto your lap. "So you and Dondus have found me. Is there something i can help you with or do you just seek the company of your sister-in-law?" Caracalla's jaw clenched, even if his eyes remained open in a stare and his lips still frozen with a smile. "Maybe both", he whispered, before his hand suddenly grabbed yours, a soft gesture, a caring one combined with his following words, but you knew very well it was inappropriate.

"I know that we haven't seen each other for quite some time now and as you know Geta and i are twins - so i know my brother better than anyone. Which is, why i am more than curious to know how you're feeling now that you're his wife? Given the ... circumstances of your marriage, it was probably difficult to adjust to the court life and the duties of an Empress, with your honorable father fighting for Rome's glory somewhere in Africa Nova." His jaw clenched, when he mentioned the man he saw as nothing more than a traitor and you were well aware of that, which was why you hid your anger behind a well-crafted but forced smile.

„I know what is expected of me. And I do my duty for Rome just as my father.“

"That was not my question", Caracalla quickly shot back with an unbothered grin on his lips, while he was slowly leaning closer to you. Your eyes didn't left him as you watched intensely what he did, while you could already feel his breath on your skin. There was a danger radiating from him, a twisted combination out of friendly words and ulterior motives you weren't able to grasp. An inappropriate chuckle escaped his lips out of a sudden, as if he had done enough to hide it. "Is he not capable to satisfy his Empress?"

Your eyes widened and your lips parted, trying to say something, but no words came from them, shocked by the misguided question. Why, by the gods, did he ask such a thing!? Slowly, you gathered your thoughts again, as you tried your best to not show any emotions that would give off how uneasy you felt. But it didn't help that his hand crept further, as he reached out with his fingertips to trace the exposed skin of your arm. A gesture that caused a shiver running down you spine. It was as if he suddenly felt a sense of boldness, knowing that both of you were alone – even though you were not.

"I don't think that you would like me to tell you how your dear brother takes his pleasure from his wife". The words came from your lips like a confession, while you slowly gained conciousness about his goal. "Isn't it so? When we were at the amphitheater back then, you told me that you see yourself as Nero... and on my weddingday, you presented me the crown of Empress Poppaea. It is ironic, don't you think? That we sit here in the same gardens, those two probably enjoyed themselves too?", you said without a tone-shift in your voice, before you whispered, as if you were telling him a secret. "But i don't belong to you."

Something in Caracalla's eyes shifted, while you spoke, a dark glimpse of something that was buried deep inside him. The way his fingers suddenly snaked around your wrist and pressed themselves into your skin, while his lips shuddere, gave away that it triggered him. Even though it was simply the truth, but you wanted to hear what was going on in his mind. And how to get answers better than by teasing Caracalla in a way his lips would instantly react faster than his brain.

"Soon, i promise!", his voice a muddled with promise, plea and anger. "My brother doesn't deserve to have you", he hissed in a low tone, while his face was close to yours as if he was just a short distance away from simply kissing your lips. It took you a lot to not slip from his grip to escape this madness. Geta was cruel, but Caracalla was insane and you were trapped with their tantrums from the second they'd layed their eyes on you. "He never deserved you, not you, not the Empire, all of this. I do. I do. Don't tell me that you've never thought about it, i know that you do-"

"We shouldn't-"

"Don't deny it! We both know that it is fate that brought us together – that brought us here. It is just another sign that we're here together, like Nero and his love." His voice became louder and almost cracked in his anticipation, while his grip on your wrist was so tight, it started to hurt you. But it didn't seem like he would let go either. You were helpless in a situation like this as every word you said, seemed to make it even worse as he just heard what he wanted to hear. Caracalla was in his own reality, his own world, and you were his Venus, his goddess, the pinnacle of his unrestrained desire.

"Caracalla, please. My Emperor, you need to calm down", you tried it with a soft tone shift, your free hand slowly reaching for his scarred pale cheek. The scars testaments of his mental state as he scratched himself, whenever he had a nervous outburst. If he would voice this nonesense even louder, it might alert someone and you knew that it might get yourself in danger too. The Emperors were untouchable, but you...? Geta were able to punish you, if he would hear this conversation – even though you didn't even wished for the attention of his brother, it wouldn't matter.

Your voice, your touch, whatever it was, it shifted Caracalla's mood. He calmed down like a puppy, who melted under the way your filigran fingers ran over his cheek. His cold-blue eyes still stared at you, but it was almost as if he feared he said something wrong. It was the very first time you experienced firsthand how much power you actually hold over a man, who could easily order your murder. The young Emperor leaned into your touch and suddenly nodded softly. "I- i am sorry, i didn't...– i didn't want to scream at you. It was just- no, there is no excuse, please, you need to forgive me–"

You took your time with him even though there were so many thoughts echoing in your mind, how you were trapped in a seemingly never ending tragedy with no way out. However with Caracalla, you might get a chance to play your own little game... so you used this opportunity. "I already did, no need to worry, Caracalla", you whispered in an encouraging tone, taking away all his fears with just a few words. "But you should go now, Dondus seems to need some rest. And we will meet again for dinner, right?"

Indeed, Dondus, Caracalla's little pet monkey, had already laid down on the table, resting in the shadows of the olive trees. A sad shimmer appeared on Caracalla's face, when he got up. But he didn't leave you without. taking your hand for a moment and placing a kiss on your knuckles. He didn't said a word after this, while he simply took Dondus up his arms and walked off. Silence, it was even stronger than any word now, while your eyes went to your wrists, where he had grabbed you out of desperation. He was pathetic, insane – yet he could become a tool to find a way out of here. Maybe you became to ambitious in this very moment.

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"Did you enjoy the moment with my wife", Geta's voice hit Caracalla like a dagger in the chest as he walked down the aisle, which lead from the gardens back to the palace rooms. He stopped instantly and turned his head around only to see his twin standing there in his lavish robes and the golden laurel wreath on his short gingerblonde hair. For a second, Caracalla almost favored the thought of simply leaving by ignoring those provocative words. But the accusation between the lines, grabbed his mind and basically forced a reaction from him.

"I just talked with her. Am i not allowed to do this, brother? She seemed lonely."

"Ah yeah, lonely?" Geta simply recalled Caracalla's words, while he did a few steps into his direction, stopping right in front of him as his face turned moe and more red. Not because of embarrassment, it was clear that his twin hated to be mocked like this, although the tease was not completely without a reason.

"And you really didn't thought about anything else as you were just accompaning my 'lonely' wife? Don't fool me, brother, i know you since we've shared our mother's womb."

"Is this an accusation?", Caracalla hissed, his fists clenching together. Even Dondus on his shoulder sensed the emotions that cooked up in his owner, screatching in response. What was Geta playing here?

"An offering."

An offering? Caracalla's eyes stared at Geta for a long minute, visibly trying to make sense of his words. It sounded like a test, like a tease, but nothing in his twin's face changed, while he looked at him with a smile that was too genuine for a moment like this.

"You wouldn't like to fuck her, don't you?"

"Stop playing with me!? Why are you doing this!? What should all of that mean!?", Caracalla complained almost like a child, who was bullied by an older kid.

Geta suddenly sighed – as if he was even annoyed by the way his brother reacted to him and this only fueled Caracalla's anger even more. His hand ran through his gingerblonde hair, while his sky-blue eyes were still locked with his smaller twin, since Geta towered him in height. Slowly, he leaned towards Caracalla's ear and finally revealed, what he was thinking in more clearer words. And they revealed a twisted idea that had grew in his mind from the very first moment he'd seen his brother's interest in you.

"If you would like to get a taste of my wife, i will allow it. I couldn't deny my dearest brother a wish like this, because i understand how easily she put a spell on you like a siren. But–" he paused intentionally to give his words even more weight as he spoke out the condition for such a 'trade'. "Since she is my wife, i want to watch what you're doing with her." Caracalla's eyes widened more and more in response to his offering. An internal fight enrupted in him between the hunger that already burned for you and the shame he would feel to put you in a situation like that.

Whoever thought that Caracalla was the only lunatic of the twin emperors had never seen what Geta was really capable of. He just usually did induldge in his 'fun' behind closed doors. Even before he even met you, Geta enjoyed the brutality of the arena fights just as he enjoyed the wild orgies hosted in the Emperor's palace. It were those orgies with tons of whores and slaves, where he not only developed a love for dominating others, but he also formed a voyeristic lust. Seeing others exposing themselves in front of him and losing themselves in the heat of the act was like a painting for his eyes. He shared a lot with his brother, even their concubines – so why shouldn't he share you as well? As long as you were officially his, bound to him and only him in front of the gods, that was the only thing he needed.

"So... what do you say, Caracalla?"

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[dykklangelo]

Thinking about how in ancient Rome, the wealthy were pretty much hairless. Waxed, shaved, creamed, softened, stripped of body hair until smooth. I think of that, and I think of our favorite little guy.

HE’S SO COVERED IN HAIR!!!!!

This makes me think that Caracalla either didn’t care to adhere to beauty and nobility standards of his time, OR he simply put up too much of a fuss to be made hairless. He probably got waxed once and then demanded that everyone who laid a hand on him that day be executed. How dare they inflict pain upon him, and in such a mundane way at that?

His legs, his chest, probably everywhere else that the sun doesn’t shine on. Geta is smooth like a baby, Caracalla refuses to have even a single square inch stripped clear. Maybe for especially important occasions, but even that would be a gamble.

Caracalla clearly gives no fucks about his public perception. Geta clearly cares extremely deeply. The common people wouldn’t know that their tyrant emperor doesn’t shave… But Geta knows, the slaves know, their guards and their whores know. It probably drives Geta up the fucking wall. His brother who doesn’t care about anything but his whims, and himself, tortured and shaking beneath the burden of false confidence. Of his leadership that boiled down to blindly scrambling for a solid surface in the dark. It puts these infinitely close individuals, who shared a womb and a childhood and their beatings and traumas, even further apart. I’m sick. I’m SICK.

[kabuki-writes]

Am I the only one, who was sad that this helmet only got 2 seconds on Pedro's head?

[kabuki-writes]

I currently get a lot of asks if this blog is still active and if I will continue with my writing. Before I answer on every single message, I thought I should do a small blogpost about it.

First of all: I am still alive! And this blog is going to live on too! 🗣️✨

But!!! Please keep in mind that I am working 40-hours per week, have my real life going on and a lot of side-projects. I am mainly an artist ( @kabuki-draws ), this writing blog is my secondary one.

Sometimes I have the energy (and time) to write three chapters in one week, but sometimes it takes a month for me to complete just one. Unfortunately, I am in a creative dark hole when it comes to writing right now. I have no energy for it at the moment, but that doesn’t mean that I will dump this blog. Nonetheless it also means that I am not going to force myself to complete a chapter fast, just to make other people out there happy.

I am super honored that a lot of you love my 'Sic Semper Tyrannis' Gladiator II fic and it really means a lot to me. And I personally love this series very much. It think it is one of the most complex ones I’ve ever written. But please have your patience with me on that – I am not a machine.

Have a great week and keep it on! 💕

[kabuki-draws]

Not the Scottholm Syndrome striking again...

[kabuki-writes]

No comment on this one, my people.

[freckledjoes]

The Emperors~

[kabuki-writes]

Aeternitas Nunc Est

chapter: 7 chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

pairing: emperor geta/emperor caracalla x acacius' daughter!reader

summary: Your wedding night with Emperor Geta.

warning(s): heavy smut warning | partially non consent | Geta being Geta | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

Note: Yes, i kinda back after it took me nearly an eternity before i was able to present this smut-heavy chapter. I am not super-experienced with writing smut, but i tried my best and hope you'll like it! :) Also big thanks to all the sweet beans, who sent me well-wishes over the last weeks!

word count: 2.8

You watched the lights of Rome in the dark veil of the night, which had layed itself upon the hills of the eternal city. The royal palace sat upon one of those sacred hills, watching over the gigantic capital of the growing Empire, just like the Greek believed that the Olymp watched over their lands. This palace here was not only the residence of the Emperors Geta and Caracalla anymore, it was your home now too. You'll never get back to your families home, to your parents. With this marriage now, you were no longer in the hands of your father, but became the property of Geta. He was able to do with you as he pleased, which included an order to kill you or your family in an instant. A sword that was over your head from the day that your father betrayed the Emperors - and somehow you needed to find a way for yourself in this dangerous situation now. No privilege would save you now, your mind and your wits were your only weapons left.

Empress. It still felt surreal that this was the way you were called now. The title felt heavy on your shoulders just as the golden tiara crown of Empress Poppea on your head, while you listened to the footsteps of your husband behind you, echoing on the clean marble floor of his personal chambers as he approached you. Just as it was tradition, he'd taken you away from the celebration at one point, so that you to were able to seal this bond off with the mandatory wedding night.

Geta's hand reached out to you, taking one of the strains of your hair between his fingers, while his eyes lingered on your form, your curves hugged by the fabric of your beautiful wedding dress. Even though the thought of simply ripping your gown off your body and taking you right here right now, was an urge in his mind, he knew quite well that he had to treat you different like he did with his concubines. He needed you to surrender yourself to him, so that he could shake off the feeling of desperation he had, when he thought of you. Geta wanted you as a whole, not just your body, but your mind as well - an Empress that served him and loved him like no one else did.

„You can hate me as much as you want now. It doesn't matter", he whispered, standing close to you so that you were able to feel his hot breath against your skin. "I could kill you and your family, everything is in my hands, depending on how you play your part." Your eyes went silently to him, but you were not backing off in any way. "Then why don't you do it right now, my Emperor? Kill me and we're done with it. This wedding celebration becomes nothing more than dust and ashes then."

It were those words in this very moment, when Geta understood that he wasn't able to get you through fear. It surprised him, his irritation clearly written on his face. No one ever dared to speak with him like this, no one ever defied him in any way and yet you did - without hesitation. And while it would usually anger him, somehow in your case, he found it intruiging. Yet it also reminded him about the fact that he didn't just married you because he was able to bind General Acacius to his and his brother's rule.

His hand reached out and he traced the details of your jawline, before he placed his thumb and index finger at your chin, the tall young man basically towering you as he stood right in front of your form.

"That would be too easy, don't you think? I just presented Rome its new Empress. But let me remind you of the fact that you're nothing without me now. When my brother and i fall, so do you, which is why your father should follow our hand instead of chasing a dream that is long forgotten."

His thumb slowly ran over your lips, touching them softly as if he couldn't wait to simply kiss them. You stood still, eyes locked with him, as if you waited for him to make the first move. Maybe he thought you were a sheep, something to easily pray on like all the other women he usually got with one snap of his fingers, but despite your situation, there was still pride in you - hope even. "My father serves no one but Rome", you answered, but suddenly Geta tightened the grip on your chin. "Then you should hope that his definition of Rome is right this time. But let us stop talking about him, shall we? This is our wedding night and we both waited enough."

With those words his hands went to the brooches that held your dress together. Even though your body tensed, you knew you couldn't do anything about him being the first man to lay hands on you as he was now your husband. His dark eyes lingered on you like a wolf ready to consume his prey, especially once your dress fell from your shoulders to the ground, revealing the beautiful curves of your body.

"From the very first day i saw you, i was sure that you were the incarnation of Venus...", he mumbled, while his pale fingers traced your collarbones, the curves of your now exposed breasts, down to your hip. He took his time with it, as if he was looking at a marble statue in front of him. "Perfection."

His words rang in your ears and although it was an honor to hear those words from the mouth of an Emperor, it felt different. Otherwise, you instantly thought about the fact that his attention, his desire for you could be something useful. And you should at least try to keep him pleased if you didn't want him to think back to your father's betrayal. So out of a sudden, your hands went up to cup his cheeks, while your eyes met his. For a second he even froze in place, surprised by your sudden action. From the day you knew that a marriage with Geta was inevitable, you had to befriend the thought of induldging into something you couldn't change in any way. It was better to adapt in order to survive, better do play your part in order to gain peace - and through this, you might find a way to change the course of history?

Maybe this idea in your mind fired your bravery as you swallowed your pride and placed your lips on his. It was almost a provocation, rather than a romantic form of showing your devotion. "I might not change so quickly into the woman you expect from me", you whispered against them, his lips curving up into a wide smirk, amused by your tone shift. "Why should i want this? I enjoy our little game way too much..."

His hands suddenly grabbed your neck at the sides as he hold you in place, forcing you into another kiss, a more intense one this time. He quickly broke your hesitation with a straight entry of his tongue into your mouth, invading it like a conquerer and pushing you into a dance. You couldn't step back, you couldn't turn your head away, his fingers, the cold metal of his rings, drilled themselves into the skin on your throat and neck, imprison you in this position. It felt like an eternity until he released his lips from yours, before he brought them to your ear. "If i'd wish to fuck a submissive servant, i simply fuck one of my concubines, or a slave. You however,...", he whispered with a devilish grin on his face, which sent shivers down your spine. "It brings me much more joy, when you fight me... although i know you'll come to the point of loving me soon enough. And i will wait for it".

He didn't waste any time as he grabbed your arms and pushed you down on the the four poster bed, which was prepared for you two. A sea of pillows and blankets under the sky of heavy velvet drapes. Geta pinned you down onto the mattress as he placed kisses all over your neck, marking you as his own by leaving dark bruises on your skin. His words weren't a lie, because every time you tried to push him away with the way your body moved, he only took it as a motivation to continue in an even more craving and demanding way. There was no reason for you to keep this up for long, as it was not changing anything. Slowly his one hand creeped between your legs before he touched your sancturary, which was never been owned by any man before. With a grin, he coated his fingers with the wetness on your entrance, as he felt how your body shivered under his touch. "So you are not devoted to me yet? Then why are you wet like the ocean down there?", Geta whispered teasingly into your ear, while he pushed two fingers into you, causing you to gasp.

In fact, Geta was no brute. He could come off as a cruel man, but he knew that you were untouched, so he took his time to enjoy your body, while also preparing you for what's to come. In a way, he didn't want to hurt you, even though it was hard for him to hold back. His lips found their way from your neck to your breasts, while he stimulated your clitoris slowly with his fingers. There was no doubt that Geta was experienced, no surprisingly given the horde of concubines he called his own. But none of those women ever gave him the same satisfaction as you did in this moment. The feeling of your soft, skin under his lips was electrifying for him, while he went down to place kisses on your chest and lick over one of your nipples before he teasingly bit it with his teeth.

You couldn't clench your teeth together forever, while you tried so desperately to resist. There was still a form of resistance in you, as you didn't want to surrender your body so easily to the touch of a man that had threatened your family and force you into marriage. But it got harder, when the first sounds of pleasure escaped your lips, which incited Geta to keep going. The way your nipples grew hard under the touch of his tongue and the sucking of his lips was a divine example for him how you would soon tear down your wall freely. Out of a sudden, he reached for your wrist and forced your hand to the hem of his robes. "Go on, take them off", his demanding whisper catched your ear and you couldn't explain why your body simply followed his orders. Maybe a twisted 'excitement' guided your hands as you shoved his toga off his shoulders, following his belt and his tunica, the heavy brocade fabrics falling down to the white marble grounds, before you were able to see his body for the very first time.

Geta was the embodiment of the dissolute Emperor, whose main role from his early childhood was to become the most powerful man in all of Rome. The days his father had forced him onto the battlefield where long over, he hated the mere thought of dirt, hard work and the smell of a camp of legionaries. His body was pale as if he'd never seen the sunlight, a reminder how priviledged the Emperor's truly were in difference to the rest of Rome. Even though he wasn't seen as a strong man, who could fight against a gladiator, his slender body was still decorated by light and defined muscles. All those parties, the drinking and whoring aside, Geta did care for his body out of the fear to end up ill like his damned father, who died pathetically in his bed. But the most present part for you now was Geta's hardened erection, ready to have his moment, pre-cum already glistening in the dim light of the oil lamps that surrounded you. Your heart pounded against your chest, almost as if it would rip out of your skin at any given moment - like a prey in front of a predator and yet you stared into his eyes in defiance.

Oh how he was turned on by this beautiful defiance in your eyes, the thinking that you will never surrender yourself to a God. It motivated him to turn those tables, to make you scream his name as he would fuck you to elysium. And with that in his mind, he grabbed your wrists and pinned you down, bringing his body between your legs as he spreaded them. His hips blocking your possibility to push your legs together again. His face went down to your face, as he forced a hungry and predatory kiss onto your lips, your tongue fighting against his, before your suddenly bit his lip during the battle of dominance. Geta's head shot back, his dark eyes staring at you before a laugh escaped his lips again. "I have a pretty bold wife, so hesitant!"

"Call me your wife, but i will never love you!", you quickly hissed back, showing him the hate that had built up in your stomach with every second passing, but he didn't care at all. His grin spoke more than a thousand words. Without a warning, he slowly pushed himself into you. He could've simply thrust in you, not caring for your pain in any way which was hard to avoid when a woman lost her virginity. But it was softer than he inicially intended to be. You wanted to curse him, but all you were able to get out of your mouth, when you felt how the stinging pain got replaced with a different feeling, something more carnal, was a moan through your clenched teeth. Geta didn't need to hold himself back, the dark moan that came from his lips only mirrowed the pleasure he felt, when a tight cunt held his hardened cock. "I don't need your love, it'll come sooner or later. What i want now is your body, surrendered to me... and trust me, you will stop fighting me". With those words, the young Emperor began to thrust into you, starting with slow movements, while his one hand was still holding his position beside your head, the other was holding your wrists above your head to avoid any form of resistance.

Not that you could resist anyways, there was never a way out from the day your wedding got announced. Seeing his lust shimmering in his dark eyes, which were focused on your face, watching how you tried so desperately to not show him any form of pleasure, it felt like a torture. Geta knew what he did, he knew how to treat your body to get his desired reaction. And once he felt your resistance cracking down under the deep thrusts, while your bodies were starting to move in unison, he loosened the grip around your wrists. "I might've made a mistake... you're not so bold as you think you are", he groaned, before your eyes shut open and you grabbed his shoulders. Not bold enough... His voice haunted your head. You didn't surrender, maybe it was time to set new rules. With a devilish grin, he wrapped his arm around your hip and switched the positions with one movement. You found yourself on his lap, but one of your hand already found its way in his short gingerblonde hair, which you grabbed and pulled, before your hip moved against his. In this position, you were the one to look down on him, while he was able to easily hit your deepest core with his dick. "Now you got claws?", he whispered, but you didn't fall for his provocation and continued to ride him with a newly fired self-esteem, that even surprised him. But it wasn't as if he was able to think more about it in this very moment, when his fingers pressed into the skin of your ass, while he hold you down, the moment he shot his load in you. The semen that may carry an heir into your womb, a legacy Geta wished for himself - and not for his brother. A lineage that started from him and him alone. It was a good timing as your body 'surrendered' as well, your moan filling this room with your shared high, the only true implementation of a marriage.

Now you were truly his wife. Married to an Emperor. An Empress.

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[kabuki-writes]

Sorry for the delay of the next chapter of the 'Sic Semper Tyrannis' fic, I am on it, but I am currently in a writing block bc real life is hitting hard. I hope I can write again soon and after that I’m going to answer all the asks I got too.

[alieneen1]

Paul Mescal in Gladiator II

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