#commodus thirst squad

Hi ! Thanks for your request and your kind words! It was pretty inspiring since I have a bit of insomnia as well lately and they are my comfort characters😊 (also caught covid in the meantime)

As you will notice, I only posted the part of Commodus for now, the main reason being I'd like to take more time for Arthur and Joe since I haven't written them in a while and I'm less familiar with them than I am with Commodus. So, do check this often you will have updates with there parts <3

Commodus

It was the middle of the night, closer to dawn actually. It had been a sleepless night again for Commodus. He had been working on his next plan to tackle poverty in Rome, he hadn’t seen the hours pass by and had been too focused to think of sleeping. Now that his problem was solved, he headed back to your chambers, an oil lamp in one hand and a draft paper of his in the other, reading it as he walked through the dark and fresh corridors of your villa in Ostia. He had expected to find you deeply asleep as he entered your chambers as quietly as he could, but he quickly noticed you turning over again and again in the sheets.

“Y/N?” he asked, putting his paper aside and placing the lamp in the nightstand “Are you feeling unwell?” he sat on the bed, putting his hand your shoulder as you turned around to face him. It was obvious by the look on your face and the bags beneath your eyes that you were tired.

“I can’t really sleep…when you are not here with me..” You sighed, taking his hand and kissing his palm. You had suffered from insomnia for many years, it had thankfully stopped when you married him and yet each time he ended up falling asleep in his study, you wouldn’t be able to find sleep once again.

“Why is that? Usually, you hardly have any trouble to fall asleep.” He asked, as always, he was very observative, especially of those closest to him.

“I just…ended up worrying. About things.” You answered, looking down and blushing in embarrassment.

“What worries you? You know you can speak to me freely Y/N.” he answered, looking at you intensely, his thumb caressing your cheek. Commodus was a man who didn’t like to be kept in ignorance; besides he had some remains of his past paranoia.

“About you, my love.” You admitted with a sigh. “I see you working so hard and yet men conspire just for power and not for the good of our people...” you murmured, you always were and always will be his first support. The young emperor smiled, taking off his shoes and then his tunic to join you in bed, pulling you into the most comforting hug.

“It has been more than a year since the last attempt against me has been committed. The traitors have been punished; the greedy senators replaced by true men of the people. The people love me like a god. You have nothing to worry about, my love.”  He explained calmly with an amused smile, he had everything to feel invincible lately. He chuckled “I remember the time when I was the one having insomnia. My sister dealt with it by giving me all sorts of potions while you did what I truly needed, loved me…listened to me.” His hand gently stroked your arm, a way to lull you to sleep.

“I don’t want to waste y-…” you tried to protest, not wanting to feel like a weight.

“You don’t. Rome may seem to be the most important to my eyes but that is not true. You are Y/N. I would put an end to everything for you.” He cut you off, the hint of madness was never far from him. “You are part of my dream, A dream that I don’t want to cease. All is done for the good of our people and for us.” He cupped your face to make you look at him in the eyes “I want you to rule by my side forever, as Emperors of Rome or Emperors of our life together.” He said passionately, capturing your lips for a kiss, so strong that it could only make your worries vanish away.  “I promise you Y/N I won’t leave you to sleep alone again.” He murmured, he felt truly honored to have this peaceful effect on your mind and he would cherish it. Slowly you closed your eyes, yes, how much better you felt now that he was here with you.  

Plot (what plot): You catch Commodus pleasuring himself 😏

Inspired by @suspended-in-duskk’s Quiet fic, and @jokerflecker’s self-pleasure headcannon 😉

He sighed as he looked over the legislation papers beneath him. One hand rubbed his temples wearily as the other turned over one page after another.

Candles flickered as he finished reading yet another page. This had to be completed tonight. He had promised the Senate.

The last thing I need is for them to view me as incompetent. Or worse - overwhelmed.

As the candle burned down, so did his energy. His mind started to wander against his will. He remembered the bold woman in the Senate, speaking up over the dry old men. Speaking up over him.

He remembered her words. How she dared to disagree. How she spoke her mind. He sighed. It was a different sigh this time. One of desire. His head rested in his left hand. His dominant right hand slipped down from the papers and down onto his lap. His briefly flicked his eyes up.

Nobody is here. It won’t matter. And, the way I feel... it’ll be quick.

He allowed his hand to roam over his crotch. He palmed himself over the shot silk of his custom-made robe. He closed his eyes and rested his chin deeply into his hands.

He needed more friction, and slipped his hand underneath his robe now, allowing a small moan to escape as he gripped his hard cock. After a minute or so of stroking himself, he was already nearing his peak.

He stopped as his heard an echo. He shook it off.

Just my imagination.

“Caesar?”

He looked up, wide eyed. It was you. The bold woman from the Senate.

For how long has she been stood there? How many times has she called my name?

“My apologies, my Lord, I didn’t mean to interrupt your reading.”

He remained silent.

“I can see you are quite engrossed.” You offered a polite smile as you looked down at the papers in front of him. You held more papers in your hand. His work was certainly not done.

It looked as though I was reading.

“My Lord,” you continued, finding it odd that he hadn’t spoke. “The men of the Senate are pressing for the new legislations to be passed. Truly, I respect your process. However, we do need them as soon as you are able.”

Ohhh she’s telling me what I ought to do...

“My Lord?”

I can’t stop now...

You furrowed your brows. Why was he staring at you? Why wasn’t he talking? And why was his shoulder moving? What on earth was his hand doing under...?

“My Lord, are you...? My Lord!”

He placed his finger to his mouth, silently shushing you. Clearly, he didn’t want you to verbalise what he was doing.

You looked at him with your mouth gaping open, stunned at his audacity. Yes, he was Emperor. He could do as he pleased. With who he pleased. But this was uncalled for.

You said nothing more. You stood there. Watching him. You could have left. Turned away. Looked down. Averted your eyes. But you stayed. You watched as his mouth fell open. As his stifled a moan by biting his lip. As he shuddered when he climaxed.

You noticed how you felt when his eyes never left you. Even when he finished.

Your eyes cast to a nearby chair. On it, lay his cape and several items of clothing. It looked as though he had removed those layers hours earlier. You noticed his cravat. Smirking to yourself, you reached for it. You passed it to him. The smirk remained on your face. He looked flushed. From his climax or from embarrassment, you couldn’t be sure. He took the cravat from you with a tight smile.

You turned on your heels and left, an extraordinary feeling of power coursing through you.

Underneath the desk, the Emperor wiped away the evidence of his actions using the cravat you had handed to him. The soiled cravat now lay loosely in his lap.

She’s not getting away so easily...

“Don’t you have legislation for my approval?”

You stopped. Surely he wasn’t going to talk about work now.

You turned, and cocked your head curiously. “No. I will wait until the Emperor is more...” You looked him up and down deviously. “...clear-headed.”

He leaned forward, staring at you with intensity as he clasped his hands together on top of the desk. “I assure you. My head has never been more clear.”

“Very well.”

You handed him the bills. He continued to stare at you as he picked up his quill. Reluctantly, as though your eyes were glued together by honey, he broke the eye contact and turned his gaze to the papers. He read every line. He didn’t miss a beat. He passed them back to you. Signed.

You cocked your head again and cast your eyes to the desk, imagining the scene that had taken place beneath it.

“Next time the Emperor feels the urge to find release, I hope he’ll...”

“I apologise.” He spoke quickly and unexpectedly. He glanced down at the desk and nervously tugged at his lips with his thumb and index finger. His cheeks filled with shame.

What is wrong with me. This poor woman. I shouldn’t have done that to her.

“If you let me finish.” You spoke softly yet firmly. You leaned forward and tilted his chin upwards with your index finger. “The next time the Emperor desires release. I hope he’ll call on me. My role is to assist in all matters of the Empire. I would be only too glad to...” You eyed him hungrily. “...lend a hand.”

His tongue ran along his bottom lip. He felt a foreign sensation in his solar plexus. Was it excitement? Desire?

He thought on this as you turned and left his palatial office.

“Yes,” he said to himself. “I will call on her.”

GUYS GUYS I'M DEADED