hey there!! Thank you for requesting Commodus, his tag is a bit empty and I’m sorry for the delay, but I hope you like these headcanons for my baby Commodus and i’m so glad you enjoyed my work for your other ask :)) 💚 have a wonderful day!!!

Commodus Headcanons

SFW! Headcanons

• Possessive, possessive and, possessive. He will put anyman that looks at you too long through the wringer and a half and, if a man tries to put his hands on you, thinking you a shy maiden, they will die by his hand and his hand alone. Though he knows your unwavering loyalty, he assures of you of his in the most... unnerving ways. You wished he could interpret his feelings beyond the barbaric facade, but you know well that would be asking him to change everything that made you fall for him in the first place.

• When he is wed to you, he rids himself of concubines after you asked him, angrily, “What if I had had man after man with me? How would you like that?” After his matrimony, he is never seen without you, your hand in his at all times — to say he can be a bit clingy is a definite understatement. He needs the peace of mind to know where you are at all times, not that you mind; you love being by his side, like his little lapdog.

• If you didn’t like PDA before, you’re gonna have to now because Commodus hands and lips never leave you, settled on his lap at battles, at hearings, meetings, if he’s sitting down and you aren’t on his lap, his agitation settles in and his thumb will always point down at battles. The man is only happy with you as his lapwarmer, arms wrapped around his neck, lips on his cheek and nuzzled into his side in the public eye as an announcement to say: The best in the kingdom is mine and mine alone.

• Complies with every little desire you convey. You eye fine jewelry a bit? The next day it’s on the nightstand. You want a new scarf? In the closet nicely wrapped the next day. Window shopping with him is a weird affair, as anything you glance at seems to just pop up in your shared quarters the next day him stomping in with a proud grin proclaiming, “Anything for my darling, anything for you.”

• Before you, he never was one for late nights and waking in the late morning, but the nights he spends with you in your quarters at night, giggling with each other like new teenage lovers has him rising a bit later, all with you nestled with him under fine linens as the sun blares down on you two through the windows. When he saw you, he wanted you as his only wife, his only lover and sweetheart and, after he woos you fully, you became the first one to genuinely warm his heart and had him feel true, unwavering love. For that, he owes you everything on the green Earth your little heart desires.

NSFW!Headcanons

• He is only merciful with your body if you specifically ask that of him because, otherwise, he will leave you wobbly the next day, making him grin as you pass others in the halls by his side. He fucks you like he wants an heir that night.

• As basic as it seems, his favorite position is spooning, holding you tight as he fucks you raw, smacking your ass as he pounds you, whispering romantic nothings in your ear as he makes you quiver. He sleeps with you in his arms the same way and knows you love waking up full of him, full of his cock, in the middle of the night, first thing in the morning, and right before you go to bed.

• His face is always focused on the faces you make, maneuvering every position to be able to see the faces you make, contorting and moaning like a whore as he pumps into you. He finds you even more intruiging to look at as he sees the anomoly of wide-eyed looks you give him, pecking his lips sweetly like he isn’t fucking you silly.

• While his pace is fast and rough, he kisses you like you’re the sweetest things, he pecks at your cheeks and neck, kissing your head and forehead with a loving tenderness no one else would ever see. He leaves you covered in his hickeys; your thighs, ass, shoulders, chest, and neck all a purple hue by the time you two finish, his cum smeared around your needy hole, setting out a revealing robe to show off his work on you the next day, settled on his lap at a conference, moving so he gets hard under you, barely covered by the white cotton he picked for you.