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Summary: You were always told that your impulsivity would get you in a mountain of trouble, and the moment you saw him, standing tall and strong among the fallen gladiators in the colosseum, you knew they were right.

Tags: Historical accuracy is a stranger to me, smut, vaginal sex, Fem!Reader, strength kink, size kink, tsundere König, degradation, mean König, kind of Dubcon, do let me know if anything needs to be added

A gold coin crosses from your hand to the colosseum guards’, warmed by your clutching hand as you pull your hood lower to cover your face. The guard snickers at this. His fingers briefly caress your soft palm, as though this alone could confirm that he knows your identity.

You don’t blame him, you feel ridiculous in your oversized cloak, the pristine state of the fabric doing little to conceal your background. Yet it was preferable to showing up in the colosseums’ underground in your fine cotton garments, they would be in ruins after tonight either way.

“You know…” The guard says, interrupting your thoughts “There are grown men who didn’t walk out of his cell alive. A delicate thing like you could be hurt quite badly,” he coos, his condescending tone getting on your nerves, but you know he is telling the truth. Considering what you have seen him do in battle, death might actually be the preferable option. But you have always had a knack for getting out of trouble, and you pray that lady luck takes your foolish hand in this endeavour as well.

The guard shrugs and guides you deeper into the underground. The loud echo of your footsteps worsens your anxiety as you feel your heart beating in your throat. You know that you are the first woman that was not paid to take this route, the first to actually try and fulfil the hidden desire that you know gripped many when they saw him in the arena. The uncertainty of how this night will conclude did not deter you, you have always been told you are as stubborn as you were impulsive.

The stale air makes you scrunch your nose, you can feel the grime gripping onto your skin. You have never felt this filthy, vowing to spend the rest of the night soaking and scrubbing away any evidence of this evening as you can.

Sooner than expected, you reach the large metal gate to the cell. Rusted with age but sturdy enough to keep a bull at bay. The guard taps on the metal bars with the key.

“König, you have a visitor, cute one at that” he barks, you hear something shift inside the cell, although it was far too dark to make out any shape inside.

The guard unlocks the gate, pushing it open with an irritating shrill sound. He lights the oil lamp on the wall, finally illuminating the dark cell.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you take in the sight before you, the already barren room fades into a blur as the hulking mass of the most feared gladiator to ever set foot in the colosseum sits on his makeshift bed, piercing blue eyes glare at you from behind his veil.

A hand pushes you roughly from behind and you stumble forward, making you trip and fall to your knees. You glare at the guard, who snickered in response.

“Be careful with that one, she’s a fragile little thing, not like the other women you handle” the guard stretches his arms above his head before closing the gate “Call for me when you’re done” he says before walking away.

As his footsteps grew more distant, you slowly turned your head to the reason why you were in this filthy dungeon in the first place.

As he stands to his full height, you sweep your gaze over his massive form, from the thick, hairy legs that flex as slightly as he shifts his weight, to the wide expanse of his chest and abdomen, muscle made for war covered by a thick layer of protective fat. You follow a line of puckered skin that starts at his side, taking cover under the flimsy fabric that’s slung on his surprisingly narrow hips and reemerging to trail his thigh. His skin is covered in scars just like it, of various sizes and ages.

You finally crane your neck to meet his eyes, your hood falls off your head entirely, but it's not the reason you feel so exposed.

His eyes, a deep shade of blue that drew you in, surrounded you whole and crushed you under their weight.

He holds your gaze, the look in those oceanic eyes undecipherable. He exhales, disturbing the fabric of his hood.

He gestures with his hand, an almost imperceptible twitch of his fingers commanding you to rise to your feet.

You rise on wobbly legs, your eyes glued to his bear paw like hands. His fingers are long and thick, you’ve seen their strength first hand as they wrapped around the handle of a sword, one that men had to drag into the arena which he was able to swing with ease.

You feel an ember burn in your core, the thought of those hands on you- any part of you, makes your head spin.

“Why are you here?” he gruffs, eyes squinting in obvious annoyance. You take in a deep breath and step closer to him, you can feel the warmth radiating off his body. You bite your lip as you gather as much courage as you could, you reach out and grab on to his bicep.You feel the muscle in his arm flexing against your hand, contracting, filling out and pulling the skin taut.

Your jaw slacks as a surge of arousal rushes to pool in your loins, making you shift your weight from one foot to the other. You briefly wonder if he could feel it, smell the arousal off you like a hunting hound can smell vulnerable prey.

But there was no need for that, he only needed to look at you blown out pupils to know what you wanted. A low rumble from his chest gives you an additional push as you use your unoccupied hand to slip your cloak off your shoulder, letting it fall to the ground with a delicate rustle.

The sheer, soft fabric that adorns you barely reaches your thigh. He hums approvingly, wide palms raised to grope your breast. You couldn’t suppress a smile, endeared by his utter lack of tact, going straight in without even a trace of shame.

“Maus…You are too reckless” He says as he takes a hardened nipple between his fingers. You sigh, ripples of pleasure spreading through your skin as he takes his time teasing you. He moves his hand to your neck, never breaking the skin contact. His thumb gently caresses your pulse as you purr. Too lost in your own fantasies to notice the menacing look in his eye.

“Is your life too comfortable for you that you seek out danger, Mäuschen? Is this a game to you?” His grip on your throat tightens, blocking your airways. “Am I one of your toys?” his tone is pure venom now and you wrap your hands around his thick wrist, trying futility to push him away. He starts to lift you up until you are at eye level, sputtering as your eyes widen in fear, the guards words ringing in your ears.

Your leg gives a weak kick as your lungs ache. He drops you suddenly and your pained groan turns into a coughing fit. Panic sets in when you realize how badly you messed up, even if you yell out for the guard, König could easily kill you in ten different ways before he hears you.

You scramble onto all fours and try to get to the metal gate. You gain a slight bit of distance from him before a hand wraps around your ankle and pulls you back, the same hand then grips your head and pins it to the cold stone floor.

A great warmth engulfs you as he holds you down with his upper body, the fabric of his hood covers the side of your face, he huffs a cruel laugh into your ear.

“I wanna play too, Mäuschen” He grabs onto the meat of your hips and lifts them up, you feel a hard length rub against your ass that makes your mind grow fuzz with each second.

He reaches around and grabs the hem of your now filthy dress, lifting it and worming his digits between your thighs. You freeze as the rough skin pressed onto your bare cunt, barking a harsh laugh when he felt how wet you were.

“What did he call you? Ah, ‘not like those other women’?” he sneers as he twists his wrist and swipes his finger further back to prod at your entrance. “He’s right, those women had no choice. You come here-” he prods at your pussy with a one digit, the wet sounds reverberating across the cell walls “Soaked. This is exactly what you wanted isn’t it? Filthy fucking Ratte…”

A mewling sound escapes your lips when he gently rubs your aching clit. A white hot ember burning in your core. Your heart thrums an unsteady beat that makes your head spin. He is right, about everything. You knew his patrons sent him prostitutes every now and again to ravage and claim, it was the reason you came here in the first place. To sate the need that kept you awake for many sleepless nights since you saw him, towering over every opponent in the colosseum, their heads coming off like ripened fruit with every swing of his gladius. The heat that spread over your skin felt like a fever, wrapping around you like a love vine and draining all your energy and consuming your every thought.

You arch your back and lean back into his touch. He groans and plunges a thick finger into you, using his thumb to draw tight circles over your clit.

“Such a slut… I’ll give you what you want” he punctuates his statement by hastily adding another finger, pumping in and out with a loud squelching sound. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. It only makes you eager to feel more of him, you want him to consume you physically the way he’d consumed you mentally, you want more.

He pulls his fingers out far too soon. He lifts his weight off you and kneels, you crane your neck to look at him, harsh, dark blue eyes lock with yours as he fists his cock. One glance at it has you feeling faint, there is no way that the prep he did was enough, he would break you…

You spread your legs and bring your fingers to your core, pushing three of your fingers inside, your stomach tightens at the realisation that your fingers could hardly prep you enough when they were smaller than two of his own.

He grabs a handful of your ass, using his thumb to expose more of your labia. He gives you a hard squeeze before removing your hand, immediately lining himself up with your entrance.

You suck in your next breath through your teeth as he starts to push into you slowly, beads of sweat forming over your skin as he stretches you more than you ever thought possible.

He pulls out slowly and with a shuddering sign, he collects more of your slick and spreads it over his length before pushing more of himself into you. A slow, mind melting pace that makes you want to push back against him, but you manage to hold back, letting him use you as he pleases. He grabs onto your hips with shaky hands as he pushes the last inch in as you try to remember how to breathe. Your body fought to accommodate the intrusion as you gushed around him, your brain slowly turning into mush.

And then he starts to move.

An agonisingly slow pull that has you gasping for air, followed by a harsh thrust. You wail and claw at the ground, your nails cracking from the friction. The noise you make seems to only serve as fuel for him as he picks up his pace, and you bite into your forearm to muffle the plea to stop. The searing pressure inside you was as painful as much as it was blissful, you couldn’t feel or think of anything other than the heavy weight currently plowing into you and the miniscule bursts of pleasure as his balls slap against your clit with every thrust.

“Tight…” He hissed, leaning in and licking a long stripe from your shoulder to your cheek “Too sweet for a Ratte” you can feel him smirk against your cheek, amused by the name he chose for you.

He wraps an arm around your neck and presses more of his body weight into you, flattening your body to the ground, not slowing down in his pistoning thrusts.

The weight on your chest and the arm around your windpipe had you seeing stars, your vision further blurred when his thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own high. Your skin screams, the abrasion from each thrust making you rub against the hard floor.

Your pleasure is not even an afterthought to him, you doubt he even registers you as anything other than a tight hole for him to degrade and abuse. The thought alone is enough to finally send you over, convulsing with a broken sob as you cum.

His climax is sudden, you only register that he came when he finally stills, grunting obscenities into your ear as your vision is completely blurred now.

He finally rolls off you, giving you reprieve as you roll to your side and take lungfuls of air.

You trace your hand over your abdomen, several small cuts and scratches adorn you now. Your nipples are swollen and still tender to touch, still protected somewhat by the flimsy garment you wore. Your knees suffered most, scraped red and raw over the rough tiles.

You lay there, feeling like your blood has turned to molasses, the sound of panting the only thing letting you know that time is passing.

Your eyes flutter open when you realize that you were being picked up, warmth enveloping you as he lifts you off the ground and walks towards the bed. You find yourself nuzzling into his neck. The goosebumps that explode over his skin bring a small smile to your face,

His bed is a minor improvement from the floor, only giving you a sliver of warmth that you got in abundance when you were in his arms. Still, the exhaustion overwhelmed you, falling asleep as soon as your head touched the “pillow”

You wake up to the wet drag of cloth over your leg, you lift your throbbing head ever so slightly to see König, kneeling down and tending to your miniscule cuts. His brows were furrowed, not yet noticing you were awake. Once he was satisfied with his work, he places a hand over your shin and takes a deep breath, he seems strangely remorseful for a man renowned for his brutality.

You shift to sit up slightly and he glances towards you. He grabs a leather flask from his side and helps you sit up, bringing the flask to your lips. You drink slowly, the cool water soothing your throat.

“Can you stand?” he asks when you finish drinking. You nod hesitantly, taking his hand and standing on wobbly legs. His eyes linger on your hand for a while, a look that you can only describe as annoyance and confusion.

When he was sure you were steady, he grabbed your cloak from the floor and handed it to you. He walks over to the gate and bangs it repeatedly, yelling out the guards name and startling you.

“Poor thing, you look like you’ve been chewed” The guard snorts. You pull your cloak lower and shuffle out of the cell. You don’t notice the glare König give the guard when he tries to take you by the shoulder, making him drop his arm to his side immediately.

You don’t remember the walk to your house, all your energy dedicated purely to not falling over. Only when you enter your private bath do you realize that he has cleaned his spend from your thighs and crotch.

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You ask about him, and everyone was eager to answer.

A warrior captured from a southern tribe, he was purchased by a wealthy politician and forced to fight in the colosseum. He was beloved by the masses, every time he stepped into the arena, it seemed to almost bend to his will, no creature, human or otherwise, could defeat him. His unbreakable spirit gained him notoriety and favour with the elite class, lavishing him with expensive gifts, of which he only accepted food, drink, medicine, and women.

You think back to what he said.

“Am I one of your toys?”

You wonder how many people pass by his cell simply to gawk and stare. Poke at the caged beast knowing they were safe behind the metal bars. You wonder how tightly his jaw would clench when that would happen, hands itching to reach through walls and ravage those that belittle him.

Or maybe he’s nothing of the sort, maybe he simply aches to pass through those damp, musty walls and be free of hundreds of eyes waiting for him to fall.

You head to the temple, leaving offerings of gold and flowers, hoping for divine guidance as you make what might be the most foolish choice in your life.

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Each step you take in the underground sounds like thunder in your ears as you run, the guard laying unconscious after you offered him wine that’s been tampered with. The keys feel like an ember in your pocket as you run towards the cell where Konig is kept.

You reach the gate, somehow it looks smaller than you remember it. You waste no time opening the door and marching in blindly. “Konig, we have to hurry” you can’t see him clearly, but you see the shadow-like figure rise to its full height.

He doesn’t move, just stares for what feels like an eternity to you. “Ratte…? Was ist-”

“We do not have time right now! Just follow me if you want to leave” You don’t wait before you turn and run down the underground tunnel. You soon hear the loud footsteps of your giant following you, catching up with ease.

You make your way out of the colosseum underground, finding a tunnel that leads to a forest, a road hidden and unknown to most. You thank your adventurous youth for the many discoveries that now aid you in this journey.

You find the horse that you had tied to the tree trunk, the largest and sturdiest one you could find, as well as a small carriage for supplies, as much as you could find, praying that Konig would be able to survive in the wilderness by himself.

Konig examines the horse and supplies, giving the horse a gentle pet as he looks back at you. Even in the darkness of night and with the hood on his face, you could see the hurricane of emotions in those eyes.

“Thank you” he says, it feels choked, like he was still processing being out of his cell. He looks at the colosseum, his prison, standing tall and imposing. “What are they going to do to you?” he asks, you aren’t even sure if he was addressing you or thinking out loud, but you answer regardless.

“I don’t know, but I am sure there will be consequences” you huff a short laugh before you continue “Maybe I will be in the colosseum next”

A joke, albeit a dark one, seems to bring him out of his trance as he snaps his head towards you, eyes wide with unmistakable fear.

He looks from you and back towards the colosseum a few times before glancing back at the horse. A decision is made in a split second and you are scooped up into his arms as he rushes to the carriage

“What on earth are you-!”He uses a spare piece of rope to secure your arms together and then tie you to the carriage, much to your utter bewilderment and without paying any of your objections any mind.

The carriage rattled and shook when the horse began to trot, into dense forest and away from the comfort of your home you begin to panic, your voice rising to a shrill tone. “No! you have to stop! This is insane! I-I-I can’t do this, I need to go back!” The carriage halts abruptly as Konig gets off the horse and stomps towards the carriage.

In a swift motion he removes his hood, shoving it into your mouth and silencing your diatribe, he lifts a finger to your face as he breathes heavily, nostrils flared and brows pulled tight.

“Quiet, Ratte, or else believe me I will cut your tongue off” he spits between gritted teeth. You bite on the fabric and suppress a sob, hanging your head as he mounts the horse again. You briefly wonder if the gold coin you had offered in the temple was of shoddy origins, or if this was truly the only payback lady luck would accept for her years of service.

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Your head bangs against the side of the carriage as you are jostled awake. You seem to have fallen asleep at some point during the night. You groan as your entire body aches. Both from the events of that titular night as well as the rocky trip.

You can only assume over half the day had passed, which you spent a considerable amount of either sleeping or spacing out as the scenery whizzed past you. You had spat out the hood at some point in your sleep, it now sits comfortably on Konigs head. You lament the missed opportunity for a proper look at his face, the darkness of last night and your panicked state meant you could only remember a blurred image, all that stood out to you was his large crooked nose.

You also notice that he untied you bindings while you slept, for which you were eternally grateful, the last thing you need is blisters from friction to add to the list of maladies you have accumulated. You snack on a dried fig to sate your hunger, being mindful not to over eat.

“There is a stream close by. We will stop to get some proper food“ König says, rolling his shoulders and glancing back. You try to lay as comfortably as you can among the supplies, waiting to hear the telltale sound of flowing water.

You must have dozed off, as you are bolted awake by fingers flicking your forehead harshly. König is standing over you, eyes squinting in a smile when he sees you pouting up at him.

“Wake up, Ratte, you need to help now”

“Can you stop calling me rat?” you say, voice rough and scratchy from underuse.

“I didn’t, I called you Ratte, use the back of your throat more” he gestures to his neck to emphasise his point, your eyeroll is met with a huff of laughter as he turns and walks towards the stream.

The soft babbles of the water bring a smile to your tired face, you get off the carriage and scan the area, noting that the camp has been set up and the fire was already burning. You aren’t even sure what you were suppose to help with, did he just want company?

“Can you fish, Ratte?”

“Not at all”

“Of course not” he breathes, rolling his eyes. This irritates you, why did he even ask you then?

“What is that supposed to mean?” you cross your arms as he saunters towards you, gesturing at your, well, everything.

“You are spoiled, too soft to be useful”

“I am not!” You have to resist stomping your foot, the last thing you want is to give him more ammunition.

He reaches his hand out, the back of his knuckles caress your cheek gently before he cups your face

“Feels very soft to me”

He renders you speechless, your brain cannot conjure any thought besides how warm and nice his palm feels against your face, he seems to be in a similar trance, as his eyes are the softest they have been since you’ve met him.

He breaks out of his trance when you nuzzle your face further into his palm, his whole hand engulfs your face and pushes you down until you're sitting awkwardly on the floor, he rushes to grab some sticks and a small knife. Dropping them to your lap and ordering you to whittle while he stomped towards the stream.

You try to focus on the task given to you, but watching König, submerged up to his waist, muscular back tense and glistening in the sun, he is too distracting for you to be able to focus on anything. Then he lunges forward, water splashing around before he reemerges with a fish in his hand. You drop the stick you were halfheartedly working on and clap excitedly.

“That was incredible! Well done!” you squeak, he turns to you with widened eyes, stiff as though he was smacked across the face. He takes a step back to steady himself and slips on one of the rocks under the water, tumbling back and losing the fish in the process.

“Verdammte Hölle, What is wrong with you?!” he yells when he straightens himself again, wet hood clinging to his face, he looks far too silly for you to take him seriously, so you giggle out an apology and promise not to do it again. He orders you to turn around so you wouldn’t distract him like that again. You would tell him he was the one distracting you but he seems terrible at taking compliments, so you simply comply.

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After securing and cooking a decent meal, the sun begins to set. The two of you grab a woollen blanket and attempt to settle in. The chill in the air seeped through your body, with no amount of tossing and turning helped. You miss your bed, the comfort of a pillow and soft, exquisite sheets was something you took for granted.

Annoyed, you decide to take it out on the source of your blight, the giant currently laying on his back pretending to sleep and not notice your displeasure. You walk to where he’s laying and plop down next to him.

“What do you want, Ratte?” he grumbles, not even opening his eyes.

“I’m cold” you whine.

“And I am tired, now go away”

“König…Please…” you summon your most pathetic tone, one which always got you what you wanted in life.

He opens one eye to glare at you before exhaling harshly. He raises his arm, an invite which you eagerly accept. Nuzzling into his side with a content hum. The softness and warmth of his body could rival a king's bed at that moment.

You place a hand on his chest, which he grabs and rests on his abdomen at lightning speed. You suppress a smile at that, you wonder if he doesn’t realize you could feel his racing heartbeat against your head as you rest. You lace your fingers together, which he doesn’t seem to mind.

Takes a deep breath before speaking, his eyes now fully opened “Why are you like this?”

You rise a bit and look down at him, his stare is vulnerable and soft, almost childlike. You doubt many got to see this view of the almighty warrior, and you doubt he allowed many people to see him so defenceless.

“Like what?”

“You are so…” he shakes his head, the look in his eyes is full of reverence and wonder. “Strange”

You chuckle at his choice of word, sleepiness making you even more affectionate. You lean in, giving him a chaste kiss through the mask. You feel him hold his breath, his arm coming up to hover over your shoulder. You pull back to see him looking up at you drunkenly. He runs his hand through your hair and gently scratches your scalp, making you purr drowsily.

“You’re strange” you tease before nuzzling into his neck. He wraps both arms around you and gives a tight squeeze. You sigh happily and melt into his touch, his heat having now turned you into putty.

“What am I going to do with you…?” he says, seemingly to the moon. He buries his face in your hair and breathes in deeply, you barely hear what he says before sleep completely engulfs you “Ich werde dich nie gehen lassen”.

A/N: yeah this one just crept deep into my mind and refused to let me be until I finished it. Hope you guys liked it! massive thank you to @uhohdad and @gauloiseblue for giving this a look through and helping me tinker with it <3

#bestie was giving up on the title XDDdD #it turned out great even without title tho 😳#lovee the page divider. where'd you get that bestie 😭😭😭#also. him acting like deranged to protect his soft heart #💀#cod #konig x reader

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