Im So Ready For Emperor Geta To Rot My Brain - Tumblr Posts
𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
warnings: fem!servant!reader, not at all historically accurate bc idgaf i'm just horny, set in the roman times, stabbing, blood, possessiveness kink, free use, sorta dub-con i think, i don't even know anymore okay? just leave your feminism at the door and minors LEAVE !!!!
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you didn’t mind your life as geta’s servant too much.
he wasn’t perfect by any means, hell, he wasn’t even kind but he was better than other emperors, better than his own brother. at least in your eyes.
you were working merely as a maid before he saw you picking out flowers, per your superiors request, on his walk and ended up taking you right there against a tree.
“you belong to me now. understand?” he hissed as he thrust into you one final time, unloading his heavy load inside of you, marking you. “say it.”
you hesitated at first, thinking about your superiors but then it hit you, he’s the emperor, he’s the one who makes the call, makes the rules, he’s the superior.
“i belong to you, your majesty.” you told him as you fixed your clothes. he grabbed a hold of your face,
“you’ll come to my chamber tonight.” squeezing your cheeks a little too hard, making your lips pout out. “i’m not done with you.”
you nodded, hardly and he let go of your face and left you in the garden to collect yourself and your scattered thoughts.
since then, it became a routine for you to go to his chamber every other night. he’d fuck you until you’re bruised and full then send you out before you could get your robe on.
he was rough and mean. he bit, marked and spanked you. but you didn’t mind it. a part of you secretly liked it, not that you’d ever tell him. you don’t talk to him unless he addressed you.
but you liked his touch, as vicious as it was.
you also liked knowing that you were his favorite. as stupid as it makes you sound, it made you feel special knowing he asks for you.
he had other girls, sure. but it was you he calls for when he’s had a horrible day and wants a release. it was you he wants after an argument with his generals goes south. it was you he needs to feel control, to feel balanced, to feel good.
but the thing that made you realize you were his favorite was the way he didn’t share you like the other girls or like his brother does.
geta was possessive. you noticed it in the way he doesn’t share his fine wines, his gold treasures and his ideas until they’re brilliant for torture. he keeps his things to himself.
unlike his brother who has a flow of his servants going through his generals like a river.
geta let the other girls go too, he didn’t care for them. but god help who dares to lay an eye let alone a finger on you.
so you figured, maybe it wasn’t too foolish to think he may care for you.
today he called in while he was at a meeting with his generals, which wasn’t unusual. he often had you there to sit by his side, pour him his liquors and to have you close by if something went wrong and he needed an outlet.
you walked in and you could feel the tension in the room, could cut it with a knife if you had one on you.
geta looked up at you from his throne, “there you are, come here.” he beckoned you, a devious smile drawn on his face as you walked towards him.
he grabbed your hips and pulled you close, to stand between his legs once you were within arms’ reach. “this right here is my doll.” he says, to nobody, to everybody. “one day, she’ll give rome an heir.” his hands roam your body as your hair stands on ends. he often says that but you know it isn’t true, to give birth to an heir you needed to be his wife and there was no way an emperor would marry a servant.
you don’t say a thing though, just allow yourself to indulge in the idea for a second.
“sit down.” he orders, his hands pull you into his lap then he keeps them firmly on your hips, it hurts a bit since he bruised them last night so you bite your lip.
“why’s everyone quiet? we’re not done yet.” he declares, his voice steady and his gaze is fire as he stares around at his generals. all of whom have their eyes turned down, they know better than to look.
see, as possessive as geta was, he loved nothing more than to show off. to remind everyone that they’ll never have what he has, that’s why he wears his finest clothes and golds, why he drinks his richest spirits, why he brought you here, sat you on his lap and begun to pull your silk garments down, exposing your body to the room full of men who’ll never have you and never dare to dream to.
one of his hands was groping your tit, kneading at it with his palm, stroking and squeezing your sensitive nipple, hardening it between his calloused fingers while his other hand was buried between your thighs.
two of his thick, ringed fingers thrusted inside your cunt at once and you silently gasped, holding back a moan at the sudden fullness, coarseness. he kept pumping them in then out of you just when you got used to the stretch.
you knew he wasn’t doing it for your pleasure, he couldn’t care less about pleasing you, he’s doing it just to prove that he could. yet still, even with the graceless feel of his touch, you felt yourself melting on top of him, your back hitting his chest, your body completely left at his disposal, he could do whatever he wanted to you and you’d let him.
geta’s gaze fell upon you when he felt your eyes on his face, they’re usually ruthless and demented but once he noticed the tenderness you’re looking at him with, like he’s some sort of a savior, you could swear you saw his eyes soften for just about a second before he got that look of pure insanity in them once more. he squeezed your nipple again, hard enough to make you writhe in his lap, bite your lip and draw blood.
“are you entertained, general? do you like what you see?” geta spits out suddenly and your eyes catch one of the generals staring at you, well, at your body with a trace of indisputable lust. you know that look in men’s faces too well.
the general quickly looks down, shaking his head. “i’m sorry your majesty, my eyes.. slipped.”
“your eyes slipped?” geta mocked, “so you’re not thinking about how sweet it would be to get your cock wet in my pretty doll?”
you fight the urge to smile, he never called you pretty before.
“answer me, general.” he yells.
“no your majesty, that’s your servant i would never dare to.” the poor general keeps his gaze down, fixated on his feet. the others don’t dare to lift their heads as well.
“what if i told you it’s alright?” geta smirks, “look up.” he orders and the general obeys, keeping his confused eyes strictly upon geta despite how difficult it is to not let them drift to the naked girl on his lap. “if you want her, you can have her.”
“your majesty..” the general senses a trick and tries to protest but geta interrupts him,
“a pretty face.. a tight cunt,” he pulls his fingers out of you and you whine quietly at the sudden emptiness then he brings them to your lips so you’d suck the messy juices you’ve left on them and you immediately take them in your mouth and start to clean them up, “obedient.” he smirks at you before returning his attention back to the general, “what else could a man want?”
“nothing, your majesty.” the general mutters nervously.
“come here then.” geta says slyly, “you’ve been stealing glances at her tits for weeks so be a man, come here and have your way with her.” he takes his fingers out of your mouth once they’re all clean and circles your nipple with them, wetting it while keeping his eyes on the general. “she’s all yours.”
you hate the way your heart breaks at his words but mostly hate that you were once stupid enough to believe you might’ve been special to him, that you were more than just a whore he’s using to keep him pleased until his empress comes around and he tossed you out like all the other that came before you.
you fight back the tears in your eyes, holding them in and through your blurry vision, you see the general approaching closer, biting his lip. you can see his hesitation, he still doesn’t know if this is a trick or not and honestly neither do you but it doesn’t feel like a trick anymore.
“your majesty..” he protests one more time,
“touch her.” geta commands.
you closed your eyes, as if that could keep his clammy hands away, and waited for the the contact of his hands on your skin, anticipating it anxiously but it never came.
instead, you felt something warm and thick splash across your body and face.
for a second you were scared to open your eyes especially after the wild gasps you heard from all around the room but then you realized there’s no escaping so you counted to three and opened them only to see that you’re covered in blood and so is geta.
your gaze fell to his hand where you saw him clutching a knife, the one you oftentimes saw him sharpening in his chamber then your eyes hit the floor where you saw the general laying in a pool of his own blood, seeping out from a gaping hole in his neck.
he coughed out a few times, dry and rough before soon enough he was laying there with his eyes open, as unmoved as an abandoned seashell.
“we’re done here. you’re all dismissed.” geta announces, the generals leave one by one, the look of horror still fresh on their faces. geta thinks if you look at him, he’ll find the same frightened look on your face but he pays you no mind as he cleans the blade of his knife with your silk fabric.
“you killed him.” you say, for the first time speaking without being spoken to first. “you killed him for me.”
geta snorts, “don’t let it get to your head, i don’t like sharing, that’s all.”
“you’re alright with sharing the other servants, why not me?” you ask, suddenly getting bold.
he looks at you, fury in his eyes but amusement at the same time. “you just said it, doll. they’re servants.” his bloodied hands cup your face, wiping away a droplet of blood before it trickles down your cheek.
“and what am i?” you don’t try to suppress your smile this time, as foolish as that is.
geta stares at your wild grin before bringing his eyes back to yours, you hold his mad gaze, unafraid. you stunned him, impressed him, passed your test. he smirks back.
“the future empress of rome.”
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