Joseph Quinn As Michael In Hoard

Joseph Quinn as Michael in Hoard

Kiss The Rings- Emperor Geta x Fem!Reader

a/n: I struggled with this one heavy, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless! hair pulling, name calling, basic p in v sex, dirty talk, oral (male receiving) reader is just there to be used up, there is consent beforehand of course! 18+ only please! not proofread so if there are mistakes I apologize. feedback is welcome and appreciated! 💞

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Spending your time at the feet of the snarkiest emperor around was not how you pictured your life going, but here you were. Geta was hell bent on everyone knowing you were his. You’d managed to escape once and suffered the consequences, so now you accepted your fate. Maybe you even were starting to like it but you would never let that be known.

“Cmon, you can do so much better than that with that slut mouth, I said, kiss them.” The crazed look in Geta’s eyes made you want to hide and offer yourself up for him at the same time as you sat at his feet. A vile smirk was plastered on his lips as he held his hand out in front of your face. The rings on his fingers were sparkling from the rays of sun peeking through the windows. “Anything for you.” You breathe out, internally rolling your eyes before leaning down and kissing each of his rings.

A sound rumbled out around you, it should’ve been a laugh but it sounded more feral than anything else. “That’s it pet. Look at you, you’re certainly a pathetic creature, sitting on your knees and doing whatever I tell you.” Your face was hot as he degraded you, the words flowing out of his mouth causing a pit to form in your stomach and a wetness between your thighs. “I bet you’d love for me to split you open right now, wouldn’t you?” Everything in you was screaming yes, your heart beating harder as you slowly looked up at him, his eyelids heavy with lust as he scowls down at you.

You slowly open your mouth up for him as he taps the pads of his fingers against your mouth, he slides them in quickly, causing you to gag a little as drool runs around them and down your chin. The salty taste of his skin was the best thing you’d ever tasted, and even though he could be harsh, you would do anything for a taste. “I think we should get some others in here to watch don’t you?” He asks, his fingers fucking your mouth, slowly picking up the pace until they’re going down your throat.

You hum around them, a gargled jumbled mess that made no sense but he knew what you were trying to say. He laughs before slowly pulling his hand away from you, pieces of his clothing slowly falling to the floor below you. “Changed my mind, not today, but maybe if you’re good enough for me I’ll consider letting your favorite general watch you, I know you’d like that.” Before you could say anything he was pulling you up by your arm, his grip around it making your skin sting as he dragged you over to a chair in the room. “Bend over for me, now.” He snarls, pushing down on the middle of your back, your hands gripping onto the arms of the chair so hard you may have splinters later.

“What a good little servant. Tell me you love it baby, tell me you love when your emperor fucks you.” He says, pushing your legs apart and flipping your dress up, he wastes no time before spitting in his hand. He strokes himself a few times quickly, spitting down against your ass and letting it run down to your pussy before he’s thrusting in. The stretch and burn sends your mind into a frenzy. You push your ass back against him as a quiet moan falls from your lips. “I- I love it, love you, love when you fuck me please sir, please.” You babble, his hand twists up in your hair, he pulls on it so hard you’re sure he’s actually pulling some hair out, but you didn’t care. He could feel you pulsing around him at his rough actions.

Loud smacks ring throughout the room as one of Geta’s big hands lands down against your ass, causing you to tense up. “Shhh, you’ll take what’s given to you. That’s for being late meeting me here today, you know better.” He smacks you 6 more times, before he’s roughly pulling his cock out of you. The emptiness you feel sending a bratty whine tumbling from your lips as he turns you around to face him. He makes quick work in pushing you down onto your knees, the dirty floor beneath you rubbing against them uncomfortably. Your heart pounds as he strokes himself in front of your face, sweat beads roll down his tone chest and onto his stomach, the urge to lick him clean overwhelms you entirely. “Open that whore mouth.” You normally hate swallowing, but for him you would do anything.

Your mouth drops open, your tongue lolling out like some sort of dumb puppy as he rubs the head against your tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum overwhelms you as you smell his skin. He pinches your cheeks together, mumbling about ‘how you’re his favorite hole to fuck.’ Your heartbeat is in your ears, wetness pooling below you as you ache. You knew he wouldn’t take care of you this time because of your disobedience earlier in the day. He moans out a choked sort of sob before his cum is hitting your tongue, running down your throat. He strokes himself a few more times before laughing at the fucked our expression on your face, turning his hand over to look at it before showing it to you.

“Looks like there’s some left behind pet, clean it up.” He demands sticking his hand out to you. “Anything for you sir, anything for you.”

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I'm going to kill myself

Pairing: Emperor Geta x servant!reader

Disclaimer: I haven’t checked for historical accuracy here 👀 forgive me, I just got horny for Geta…

18+ ONLY 🔞 THERE DO BE SMUT

(It’s the Roman Empire ergo: no consent given…)

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He’d sent for you as he always did, and immediately you head for his room - you were his to do with as he wished, whenever he saw fit and he would never let you forget it. You’re paraded in front of the inside circle like a prized toy that only he’s allowed to play with, your life is not your own…your pleasure the last thing on his mind.

Geta screams angrily at no one from the other side of the ornate door, you’d caught word from the other servants that things among the empire weren’t going smoothly - talks of an uprising gaining traction. As you push the door open, he upturns a table full of food and wine. It crashes loudly to the floor and makes you flinch.

He spins to face you, those wild eyes full of the fire and rage you’re used to seeing. His breathing is laboured as he stalks towards you. Prey to be devoured. A ringed hand rips at your simple robes, the material gaping open to expose your chest.

Geta sneers, grabbing at you harshly to pull your body closer. You can smell the alcohol on his breath as he presses his nose into the skin of your shoulder and inhales deeply, he licks at you - wet and sloppy, turning his head as he reaches the crook of your neck to bite down hard.

You swallow the whimper of pain. If he knows it hurts, he’ll just do it again.

“Who do you belong to?” He demands

“You, master” Your well practiced reply

“Who owns this body?”

“You do…”

“Right. I DO. Never fucking forget that.” He spits, flecks of his saliva landing on your cheek.

With that, he tugs your robes hard until they drop at your feet then walks away, leaving you stood naked in the middle of the room.

Geta picks up a chalice and downs whatever is left inside, throwing it to one side to join the rest of the mess he created. Heading for the bed, he disrobes himself and sits back against the pillows. His jaw is set, evidently in a foul mood as he glares at you. Glares through you.

“It’s not going to fuck itself you know,” he barks “come here and make yourself useful at least”

So you do.

You start to get on all fours, the way he usually likes to ruin you, but his wrist grabs around your upper arm.

“Not like that”

Geta pulls you on to his lap, you swallow hard as your legs straddle his thighs, slotting either side. He’s never asked for this before. He always wants control, needs to dominate and make you cry.

Your heart pounds as you stare down at him sat beneath you, his dick hard and leaking on his stomach. Ringed fingers reach up to wrap slowly around your throat.

“Well come on, then, don’t just sit there. Fuck me like the good little whore you are!” He growls at you through gritted teeth, squeezing until you let out a squeak and he releases you.

Shifting forward, you reach down and guide him between your legs. A little gasp breaches your lips as you lower yourself on to him, savouring the slow stretch of his cock until he’s seated so deep you can feel his balls pressed flush to your skin.

Geta grunts, fingers digging into the skin of your ass so hard you know there will be bruises by the time this is over.

He closes his eyes, rocking your hips and urging you to take over. Begging you to move.

You’ve never ridden him this way before, but god, is it better when you have all the control. The different angles he hits inside you, the slower speed heightening all the sensations you don’t usually get to experience.

Geta sits forward, mouthing hungrily at your breasts, pawing at you, leaving teeth marks on your flesh before sucking your nipples into his mouth, groaning loudly when he hears you whimper in response. Arching your back, you writhe a little faster in his lap.

He starts to pant and closes his eyes, relinquishing control to you, freeing his mind from the turmoil of power to just FEEL all of you as you rock yourself on his throbbing dick and take what you want. His mind goes blank, he suddenly doesn’t have to think of anything.

You take the risk and thread your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer and leaning your chest into his - the slight change of angle hits a spot that makes nerve endings tingle everywhere. A loud moan bursts from your chest and you feel yourself pulse hotly around him.

Geta’s mouth presses hard into your neck, a strangled groan vibrating against your skin as he comes so hard he thinks his head’s going to explode.

Knowing your duty is done, you go to move off him but he wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you in his lap while he’s still inside you, burying his head in your chest as the overwhelming release makes him sob uncontrollably until he can’t even catch his breath.

You stroke his hair.

You hum against his temple.

You kiss the top of his head.

You let him cry.

When he’s done, and the sobs subside, it’s like a switch is flipped. Geta sits up quickly, swiping the back of his hands across his face as he shoves you off him.

“Get out” He spits

Fixing your gaze to the floor, you slip off the bed and retrieve your ripped robes from the floor. Dressing yourself as best you can, you head for the door until his voice calls you back.

“Wait!”

You stop, hearing Geta replace his robes before he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you harshly to face him.

His breath is loud as he stares down at you, thumb and finger reaching to pull your jaw to his mouth possessively so he can taste you. His tongue licks hotly against yours, nipping angrily at your bottom lip as he retreats, laughing as you yelp in pain. His fingertips slowly smear the drop of blood that forms on your lip down your chin with an evil smirk.

“If you breathe a single word to anyone about what just happened, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Yes, master.”

“Leave. Now.”

Bowing your head, you exit his room and let the door slam closed behind you. Your hand trembles as you press it to your bleeding mouth, the scarlet stain marking your skin.

A smile curves upon your lips.

Knowledge is power.

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JOSEPH QUINN Hoard (2023)

JOSEPH QUINN Hoard (2023)