Gladiator!Monster x Reader Head-Canons
Another idea that popped up in my head one day. Sliding this here for later story potential!
You're given to the Gladiator as a prize. A sponsor of theirs believes that relieving pent-up frustrations would better the Gladiator's performance in the arena.
You expect the worse. To be pinned down and used like all the other companions given to these fighters.
But they're...nothing like what you've been told.
They offer you new clothes to cover up the very skimpy costume their sponsors had dressed you up in. The fine silks and cotton swallow you, meant to clothe the Gladiator and not a Human.
Then they give you some of the best food you've ever eaten. Provided by the city so the best fighter is kept in tip-top shape. Nothing like the gruel or cold porridge you're used too.
They keep their distance for a long time. Only ever coming close when their sponser/owner visits and the two of you make a show of The Gladiator being happy with your body.
Any and all touches they give during these times are fleeting and gentle. And after you're both alone again, The Gladiator apologises profusely.
When they go out into arena, you're left alone in their room, listening to the roar of the crowd and wait in tense silence until they return.
Every win, they bring you prizes and pretty things. Anything you want, they demand from their sponsers/owner.
"If my bed-warmer isn't happy, then I'm not happy." They'll growl at those that pay for the Gladiator's luxuries. The only time The Gladiator calls you unsavoury names is around others. Behind closed doors, they'll apologizes and grumbles softly.
"If I start showing I'm soft towards you, they'll use you as bait in the arena. I've seen it too many times."
They're cold and distant most of the time. But they ensure you're comfortable.
"You're better off in here with me than some pig next door." They'd say. And you agreed.
Other Gladiator companions are always bruised or worse. Treated like toys. Your Gladiator is respectful.
All they do ask of you is warmth.
During the colder months, the nights freeze the city in ice and The Gladiator drags you to bed one night. Wrapping themselves around you and promising nothing will happen when you tense up.
"I'm just so fucking cold." They would say.
Your next demand of the sponsors is the best blankets and furs. Because you're cold. And who would refuse The Gladiator's best toy a warm nest?
It sounds better than the sponsors hearing that the big scary Gladiator Monster gets cold easily.
And The Gladiator keeps their promise. While you're both under the covers, wrapped up in the softest blankets and in a cocoon of warmth, their hands never wander.
You do feel their arousal on occasion. But you don't say anything. Because you were praying, they couldn't feel/smell your arousal either on these cold days.
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