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green-eyedfirework · 2 days

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Slade isn’t expecting visitors today, so he’s annoyed that the sound of footsteps interrupts his book. The curtains are drawn wide to let in the sunlight, and he doesn’t bother getting off the chair. As one of Talia’s best gladiators, he can get away with a lot more than anyone else. He’s earned enough to buy his freedom ten times over, and Talia knows that the only reason he’s here is because he wants to be here.

It’s in her best interests to keep him sweet. A lesson Ra’s never learned.

“Slade,” she calls out before she fully steps into view, wearing a low-cut dress typical of high class fashion and yet bristling with knives, “I’ve brought a gift.”

“I wasn’t aware I was expecting one,” Slade says, still in his seat. There are two guards with her in addition to her personal shadow, and they’re holding someone upright between them.

“This was one a long time in waiting,” Talia smiles, and beckons the guards forward. It takes a long time to recognize the stumbling figure between them—clad in the typical revealing silks of a bedslave, bandages wound around their torso and half across their face, ruffling dark hair. Their head is bowed, golden cuffs around their wrists, but it isn’t until Slade spots the blue brooch clipping the silks to the unassuming black collar that he realizes who this is.

Nightwing. Richard Grayson. Up until recently, one of the Arena’s favorite gladiators. And the man that killed Slade’s son.

He doesn’t realize he’s on his feet until Talia’s smile widens. He ignores her, and stares at Grayson. The man is gaunt where he was once gleaming, a golden young gladiator now gray and exhausted and faintly trembling. The outline of his collarbones is starkly visible, as are the dark shadows around his visible eye. Grayson lifts his head to meet Slade’s gaze, expression cool and blank, and there’s no fire in that startlingly blue eye.

He looks like someone walking to their executioner.

“And what’s the gift?” Slade asks sharply. He heard of Grayson’s loss weeks ago, a startling upset with one of Talia’s young gladiators, and the Arena had voted to spare him. He assumed that Talia would’ve used Grayson in one of the games she was always playing to catch Lord Wayne’s attention, not bring him here.

To the first person in the country who wanted to tear him apart.

Talia smiles, and gestures to Grayson. There’s a flicker of something in Grayson’s eye that fades to blankness. It isn’t quite resignation or quiet placidity. It’s a mask, and Slade’s itching to tear it off his face.

“He’s yours,” she says. For what? For a night, a day, a week, a fuck, a beating, a—“to do with whatever you wish. Keep him or kill him, I do not care. His fate is yours.”

Slade blinks. This time, the fracture across Grayson’s mask spreads wider before it’s suppressed. Before Slade can fully understand what’s going on, his cell door is opened and Grayson is none-too-gently shoved inside.

“Have fun,” Talia laughs, smirking at Grayson before she walks away, “Goodbye, Richard.”

Grayson doesn’t say a word. Soon, the guards and Talia are beyond hearing, and the heavy weight of the silence is the only thing there. Silence, and Slade staring at the single person he’s wanted to tear apart for years.

He takes a step forward. Grayson presses back against the bars, clearly trembling now, expression fighting to be blank but panic too hard to fully conceal. He’s trapped in a corner and there’s nowhere to go and Slade stalks forward with all the time in the world.

“Nothing to say?” Slade asks, because he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, stoking the fires of his vengeance year after year, waiting for Wayne to finally buckle and schedule a fight between them, and in his dreams, Nightwing turns to Icarus, the boy that flew too close to the sun. And Nightwing dies, red spilling across the sands.

Now it looks like the wax wings burned on the way off but didn’t manage to take him with it, and Grayson’s thinner than he usually is, lost muscle and new scars and no matter how fiercely he tries to manage his expression, there’s a brightness he can’t quite mimic.

“Is there anything to say?” Grayson asks, voice hoarse, “You’re going to kill me. I don’t have a speech for pretty last words.” Defiant but weary.

This is a pale imitation of the golden, gleaming young gladiator that raised bloody dual swords to the roar of an Arena, triumphant over his son’s corpse, and frustration abruptly washes over Slade.

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” Slade growls, and he’s close enough to wrap a hand around Grayson’s throat and yank him away from the bars. “Do you really think that I’ve been dreaming of killing you for years only to give you the mercy of a quick death?”

Grayson does attempt to defend himself, long-ingrained fighting instincts unable to let him truly surrender, no matter how much resignation he feigns, but Slade flings him at the floor to avoid the retaliatory swipe.

That Grayson falls is the first surprise. The man has preternatural grace. Slade quickly calculates that the bandages across his right eye are the culprit, as are whatever injuries he’s hiding, but the thought is pushed aside when Grayson hits the ground.

Because he screams, actually, open-mouthed, screams, voice cracking in a way that indicates precisely why it’s so hoarse, and immediately rolls over to curl up on his side, gasping and shaking and nearly clawing at the floor.

That isn’t a minor injury. That is—

Slade’s not an idiot, not a mindless brute tearing people apart because he knows nothing else, no matter how much the impression suits him. He used to be in the military, used to command, used to strategize, and he’s spent years watching lords and ladies play their games.

It’s a fact that Grayson displeased Talia in some way, she would’ve given him back to Wayne otherwise. Dropping him in Slade’s lap means Grayson’s only coming out of the cell as a bloody ruin. So Talia got her money’s worth, sold Grayson to everyone that’s wanted a piece of the charming young gladiator, until—until someone damaged him so badly that Talia wouldn’t even try putting him back together.

Slade grabs that ridiculous brooch and uses it to lift Grayson off the floor. Grayson’s struggles are weak, and they cut out with a choked sound when Slade drops him on the bed. Slade finds the nearest knife.

Grayson sees the light glinting off the blade, reflected in his too-wide blue eye, and squeezes that eye shut. Stops breathing too.

Slade carefully slides the knife under the bandages and slices them all free.

The outer layer comes unwrapped easily, the cloth wrapped around Grayson’s head to keep it in place. The second layer is more packed together, but comes undone with a few more cuts. It’s the third layer that’s plastered to Grayson’s skin, and Grayson starts making those quiet sounds again, as if he’s trying not to shout.

It comes off, tugging at every inch of Grayson’s skin, to reveal a brilliantly red slash extending from just below Grayson’s right cheekbone to disappear into his hairline. In its path lies an empty eye socket.

One visible blue eye stares at him, glimmering and wide.

When Slade places the knife right under it, he gets the first true glimpse of terror.

~#~

Grayson is sitting on the edge of the bed by the time Slade steps through the curtain, a book in one hand but clearly alert. Aware of how long gladiatorial training takes, aware that Slade is back too soon, wary and—

His entire face brightens when their visitor steps past Slade. Any thought Slade had of keeping himself between the two is thrown out the window when Grayson pushes himself upright and nearly throws himself at Hood with a cry of “Jaybird!”

Hood catches him and clutches him close, spilling a long string of half-choked apologies, and now Slade’s curiosity is burning. Hood is murmuring “sorry,” over and over and over again, and Grayson is shushing him, and there’s a familiarity there that Slade hadn’t expected. Sure, he knows that Hood was trained alongside Grayson, before he went out to a match he wasn’t prepared for and became Talia’s, but Hood’s bitterness for his former master and all Wayne’s gladiators is fairly well known.

Until now.

“It’s okay,” Grayson finally says loudly, squeezing Hood tightly in a hug, “It’s okay, Jay, it’s not your fault, and I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Well, that was a lie. Hood clearly knows it as well because he disentangles enough to look Grayson in the face—and blanches. “What happened?” he says quietly, cupping the side of Grayson’s face that’s still bandaged, “Your face—your eye—” Quick as a flash, Hood turns on Slade with a snarl, “What did you do to him, you bastard—”

“Jason, stop!” Grayson gets between them, his back to Slade, holding Hood’s shoulders, “Slade didn’t do anything to me, calm down.”

The light in Hood’s eyes is a little less manic when his gaze drops to Grayson. “If it wasn’t him, then who?” Hood snaps. Grayson doesn’t immediately answer. “Dick.”

Slade crosses his arms and waits. Grayson didn’t tell him the full story, but it’s easy—“Sionis,” Grayson exhales.

Enough to guess.

Hood’s face runs a full gamut of emotions in half a minute. “Talia’s blacklisted Roman,” Hood says slowly, “That because of you?”

Grayson makes a weak smile and shrugs, “Difficult to do business with a man that insists on destroying your things.”

“Fucking hell, Dick,” Hood curses roundly, “Why the fuck—you can’t—stop trying to save me!”

The last one comes out as a shout, and far too loud. Grayson’s pressed his lips in a thin line, Hood’s eyes are flickering, and the silence is heavy and tense.

Both of them flick a glance towards Slade. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says mildly, “This is the most entertainment I’ve gotten all month.”

“Can we get a moment?” Hood asks, on the verge of rudeness.

“You paid for a visit,” Slade points out, “Not privacy.”

Grayson steps smoothly in front before Hood can retort, and asks quietly, “Can we purchase privacy then?”

Slade flicks a glance at Hood, who’s nearly vibrating in place, and Grayson, tense and desperate, and the way their hands are locked together, firm and tight. He pushes off the wall and heads for the curtain, “Fine.”

“How much?” Hood calls out.

Slade smirks before he lets the curtain close behind him, “You get to find out.”

He ends up waiting outside the cell, absently sharpening a knife, hearing a low murmur too quiet to make out distinct words. At one point, Hood’s voice rises into a tirade about Grayson’s intelligence and common sense, but it’s quickly hushed. It’s close to the half hour when Hood comes stomping out.

“Well?” Hood crosses his arms, “What’s the price?”

Slade arches an eyebrow, “You’re not the one who has to pay.”

For a moment, he thinks Hood’s going to punch him. The younger gladiator squeezes his hands into fists and his glare is vicious enough to set something on fire. “If you hurt him—”

“What, Hood?” Slade cuts him off, “What will you do? You can’t stop me, and Talia won’t stop me, so explain to me how exactly you propose to protect him?” Hood is vibrating in place, a murderous statue. “If you threaten me again, I won’t be so obliging to the next deal you want to make.”

The paleness is from fury and fear both, and Hood keeps his mouth shut as he roughly stomps past Slade. Slade watches him go until his footsteps stop sounding, and then heads back inside.

Grayson is waiting for him, again sitting on the bed, hands crossed in his lap, gaze fixed on Slade. “What is the price?” he asks quietly. Evenly, for all that he’s tense and clearly scared.

“Answer some questions,” Slade says, taking the chair, “Honestly.”

Grayson looks suspicious. “What questions?”

“What did Hood mean when he told you to stop trying to save him?”

Grayson purses his lips but deflates, leaning back, clearly resigned. “It’s not really a secret,” he sighs, “I threw the match.”

It takes a second for Slade to comprehend. “You threw it,” he repeats, “You threw the match.”

Grayson shoots him a half-irritated look, “I wasn’t going to kill Jay.” Something crosses over his face, a flicker of the death that still hangs between them, the dead boy that Slade wants to avenge. “And I—I knew they wouldn’t vote for my death,” Grayson says quietly, “Jay—I couldn’t take that risk.”

On the surface of it, it makes sense—Grayson’s made a name for himself, been pretty and charming at every sponsor that flits his way, there’s no way they’d let him die without extracting their pound of flesh.

“And Sionis?” Slade asks.

At this, Grayson’s face twists. His gaze drops, and Slade doesn’t know if he’s doing it consciously, but his hair drifts over the bandages, as if to conceal it. “Sionis—has his preferences.”

“And Talia whores out the gladiators that aren’t doing well.”

Grayson’s expression twists further. “Unless she had reason to doubt his self-restraint,” he says quietly, and Slade can see it. Can see Grayson provoking Sionis until the man lashed out with a wound too egregious to ignore. Lashings, brutality, blood and pain? Fine, when it could all be concealed under shifting silks, and everyone wanted scars on a gladiator.

But a missing eye on one of the Arena’s prettiest warriors? No, even Talia al Ghul, with all her animosity, couldn’t ignore that that was a step too far.

“Regardless of whether or not it worked, you had to know she would kill you for it,” Slade says.

Grayson doesn’t look him in the eye when he responds, “Talia was clear on my eventual fate from the very first day.”

Slade blinks. With that interesting piece of information, Grayson shifts up the bed, until he can lean against the wall, and cracks open his book. He doesn’t say anything else.

#my snippets #sladick #gladiator au #mutilation #prisoner

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rhosmeinir · 2 days

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At long last, Chapter 5 of AVĒ IMPERĀTOR is live! In which the emperor plays hooky.

You know where to go for the glorious art: @angellilou-art!

#ineffable romans #gladiator au #good omens #gomens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #fanfiction #fanfic

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frogchiro · 7 months

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Omg the gladiator ghost got me thinking about him winning a fight and cutting off his opponent’s head and holding it out towards reader’s direction BUT LIKE in a “cat bringing its human prey as a gift” kind of way” to show off his prowess and not intending this gesture to be threatening 😭 and bbygirl ghost not realizing he might be spooking reader a bit !

Just him starting to show off hoping reader will see him at the coliseum got me acting unwise 😭

He definitely would pull this! Gladiator Ghost is a formidable and fearsome warrior who doesn't fear anything and the moment he notices his favorite little lady sitting in one one of the boxes reserved for nobility in the coliseum like the perfect flower she is, he immediately gets the urge to show off as much as he can, his prowess and how strong and powerful he is!

You always flush and wave your embroidered fan a little faster, to the great amusement of other young ladies, when you see the gladiator's broad and bulky body glistening with sweat and you swear to the gods above that you always catch Ghost looking at you through the opening in his helmet.

One such instance was memorable in particular when Ghost got a little 'too much' into the fight, not to mention he was horny and frustrated because he couldn't get the image of you soft, plump body out of his mind but due to privacy reasons (or rather lack of it) he couldn't exactly jerk off in the barracks so now he was hormonal and pent up :(( The one good thing was that you were sitting perfectly poised next to your lady and watched attentively as he fought twice as hard for you to see but on the other hand it meant he also got more erratic and brutal, his primal instincts telling him to show off his prowess in battle and strength, to show that he'd be the perfect material for a partner and fathering your offspring-that got him a little too heated and before he and everyone else knew it, he sliced his opponent's head clean off and Ghost was grabbing it and marching towards the box where you sat to show it off :((

What he didn't expect and didn't intend at all was for you to get quite a bit frightened at the brutal and bloody display, and as much as the sight of Ghost covered in sweat and blood was appealing, the severed off head was not and now the gladiator was angryat himself that he upset you :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #gladiator au #gladiator!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader

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resunke · 3 months

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rare moment of the affectionate Ravage

he is grateful Rodimus saved him and Megs from Unicron

#maccadam #megatron #rodimus #megarod #mtmte #lost light #transformers #humanformers #gladiator au #my art

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darkxsoulzyx · 1 year

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Magma Doobles!!

Gladiator AU by @just-a-drawing-bean

Muses AU by @starrspice

I LOVE BOTH THESE AUS SO MUCH AND HAVE BEEN BRAINROTTING ABOUT THEM IN THE BACK OF MY MIND EVER SINCE I JOINED THE DCA FANDOM 💞💞💞💞

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf fandom #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare au #daycare attendant x y/n #magma doodles #muse au #gladiator au #GOD I WISH THERE WAS MORE ABOUT THESE TWO STORIES #THE CONCEPTS ARE SO BANGER GUYS #I WILL MAKE SO MUCH FANART JSUT WATCH #DRUMMER YN MY BELOVED #GLADIATOR DCA MY BELOVED

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madmanwonder · 28 days

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Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

When Weiss and Blake offer Jaune to train in different ways from Pyrrha.he accepts since he does want to learn new things. Problem is that what they plan on doing with him... it is less training and more working together to win him over from the others. To the point that after the three leave the gym hours later... the two girls putting back on their gym clothes definitely implied something happened there. Especially with how they tease their master.

(2-Koma) (Seduction) (Implied Sex)

When he Weiss and Blake told him that they were going to teach him a new combat technique. He was excited about the new technique from the ex-heiress and former White Fang agent who were skilled and experienced in combat which made him eager in learning from them.

But…

“You are going to learn some grappling techniques, Master~” Weiss said with a smile as she eyed him.

“A lesson you are going to need in the future with certain opponents in mind.” Blake said cat-like smile as she placed her hand on her broad hips.

“…”

X-xx-X

“Do you heard that?” Ying asked her younger sister who was walking with her.

“Hear what Sis?” Yang asked looking at her carbon copy with a curious expression.

“The sound of flesh hitting flesh and…moaning?” Ying said with a bewildered expression.

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bi-wan · 9 months

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Emperor x Gladiator AU

@ragnarlothcat and I came up with this last year 💜 and I’m adding the piece I did in that moment to show the progress I’ve had!

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #gladiator au #cam.png

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just-a-drawing-bean · 1 year

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Hi! I like your art! The expressions are just sooooo nice.

Could I maybe, possibly interest you in drawing Sun wearing an ancient Rome gladiator's outfit? 👉👈🥺

Thank you!! This suggestion was magnificent, you got me thinking

What if Gladiator au?

Some random ideas. Sun is the champion, an absolute brute. He’s got the skills and the “battle scars” Moon doesn’t really do much fighting since Gladiator fights happen in the daylight. So at night moon fixes them up and repairs their signature weapons and armor. Not much is known about sun or moon as they keep to themselves. Not even that they are the same entity. People just don’t know where Sun goes at night and most people don’t ever even see moon he’s kind of a nobody, a myth. Although Sun does the fighting, moon has the same skills and helps sun in battle. Their duel ai is part of the reason they’ve not lost a battle yet.

#sun fnaf #sundrop #fnaf #security breach #fnaf au #gladiator au #gladiator sun #i should draw moon too #ask response #bean art

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fuzzygoblin · 3 months

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@angellilou-art @goodomensafterdark

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Alternate Universe - Ancient Rome, Alternate Universe - Human, Emperor Aziraphale, Dubious Consent, Gladiator Crowley, Blow Jobs, Massage, Kissing, Food Kink, Ineffable Smut War, Do you know what a strigil is?, Never look at grapes the same way, Crowley's Love Language is Acts of Service (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Ambiguous/Open Ending, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), POV Crowley (Good Omens) Summary:

The newly instated Princeps, Emperor Aziraphale, Glorious Supreme Commander of the Senate and the People of Rome has observed the Thraex gladiator Crowley, known as the Fallen, for some time in the bloodthirsty fighting arena of the Colosseum. On a day where Crowley claims victory in the arena, he is summoned by Emperor Aziraphale to join him in his private bathing chambers. Crowley, enslaved and forced to compete in the arena, has grown in popularity among the citizens of Rome. Ultimately seeking his freedom from servitude, Crowley wonders where the emperor's interest in him stems from...

#good omens #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #angellilouart #good omens fanfiction #ineffeble romans #gladiator au #aziracrow #ineffable smut war

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rhosmeinir · 3 months

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Fic drop! AVĒ IMPERĀTOR is a Gladiator/Emperor AU inspired by @angellilou-art, whose incredible art you see here (used with permission).

Summary: A renowned gladiator known as the Serpent, Crowley finds himself in the service of Aziraphale, emperor of all Rome. Having been ripped from the ludus where he served as doctore, he is not pleased at this turn of events. But the emperor is not what Crowley expected, and in turn, Crowley is not what he seems. How will this oddly matched pair navigate the strange waters of their newfound life together?

#good omens #gomens #aziracrow #ineffable Romans #gladiator au #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #fanfiction #fanfic

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frogchiro · 7 months

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I hope I’m not bothering you with my ancient greek mythology stuff my little brain is going into overdrive👉👈

Just…sculptor/painter reader using the gladiators as her nude model…running your hands over their muscles and gushing how strong they are and how amazing your latest piece is going to come out!

You don’t even notice they’re getting hard as you run your fingers over their adonis belt commenting how they’re your new muse for your art

I almost (s)creamed the moment I saw this ask nonnie dear you're a genius ;;

Also I feel the need to mention this; please do keep in mind that this is only my silly au and most probably will have historical inaccuracies so if you're a true history/ancient greece/roman enjoyer, please go mild on me ;;

But back to the drill...You are so right??? Like...I imagine that reader would be a young, aspiring artist with a knack for painting. Maybe she doesn't come from a wealthy family so any true school for it is out of the question, your own parents only came along when you started selling your painting and doing commissions for nobles and it actually started to bring in money. Your road to success is still long but you're managing! Plus you're 'stupidly determined like your father' as your mother says so you try to stay positive!

The one problem you had was something you believed many artists suffered from; inspiration and models. Specifically human models. The human body and physique fascinated you from an early age, the moving muscles, facial expressions to different stimuli and so much more but...the problem were the models, or rather the lack thereof.

You could probably hire someone but the money spend on that would be way too much for your limited budget so the next best thing was the coliseum! It was a blessing in poor disguise, the gladiators trained there almost daily and luckily the head keeper of the arena begrudingly let you stay there and practice in exchange for a satchel of money but to be honest...the practice wasn't the only thing you longed for when visiting the coliseum almost daily, it was the gladiators.

They were huge, burly men in their prime, all of them looking like they were born with a sword or spear in hand and to grow up to become warrior and you'd be lying if you said that warmth didn't spread through your body and centered in your lower belly whenever these big, loud and boisterous men didn't call out for you and purred in dripping, low voices how pent up they are and what they wouldn't give for a pretty soft thing like you :((

The worst (or best) part was when you were practicing nude drawings which were equally fascinating and hard to draw, especially with all these men being so...shameless with it. You loved the human body, all artists do but still you were a young lady and watching all the gladiators walking around the barracks all naked and proud was...an experience to say the least and brought a pang of warmth between your thighs, especially when they were so happy to parade themselves like proud stallions in front of you :((

Strong, toned bodies glistening with sweat and water, their hardening cocks proudly on show whenever you run your soft hands over their toned torsos to study the way muscles move and twitch whenever you run your fingers over a sensitive spot, the most reactive being two of the many foreign gladiators, Johnny or like he insisted to be called 'Soap' and Kyle or 'Gaz', like he wants to be called.

These two are always purring low withing their chests to you as you look all over them, their backs, chests, stomachs, making you promise to do a special commission only for them but you're just nodding dumbly because you're too transfixed on the god-like bodies to draw :(

Another gladiator you're very fond of is a huge, blonde foreigner named Simon, or 'Ghost'. A formidable warrior, a veteran for sure, it looked like Ares himself send this one here to grace the people with a demigod of war. He was always incredibly patient with you, letting you roam your hands over his body and all the numerous scars decorating his skin. Once you saw Simon up close you immediately realized why people called him a demigod-he was beautiful. A strong and powerful man in his prime, his muscles jumping and twitching beneath his thick skin and a layer of fat, power and virility was literally radiating off of this man, and you insistently tried not to look at the long and thick cock hanging between his legs, twitching and pulsating with arousal whenever you marveled over his body and your fingers ran over his adonis belt <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #THANK YOU FOR THIS #i could go on for hours ;;#gladiator au #gladiator!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader

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resunke · 4 months

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human! Megarod for my Gladiators AU

Megatron was kidnapped as a young man by bandit leader Unicron. They forced him to become a gladiator. While in captivity, he met Soundwave and they became friends. Little Ravage was bought to be an exotic entourage at gladiator fights and later they wanted to get rid of him, but thanks to the stubbornness of Megatron and Soundwave, he survived. Their goal was to kill Unicron. Megarton made several attempts but always failed. Soundwave was able to contact government official Ultra Magnus and tell him about their longterm slavely and Unicrons base location. Ultra Magnus sent the team which was managed by Rodimus to destroy Unicron. He found a beaten Megatron in Unicron's room, where he had left him after the scandal. Megatron was waiting for Unicron with a gun, but it turned out that Rodimus did all the work for him. They were in the hospital after that. Soundwave silently confused because didnt think that govement will help them, and Megatron lost his main goal in life - to kill Unicron. Having been slaves for a long time, Megatron and Soundwave are poorly socialized and unhappy. They are forgot how to live in normal world, and they understand it. They have a long road to recovery, but fortunately they are getting help.