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A Test: Slade Wilson X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, forced masturbation, hand job, anal fingering, left unsatisfied, voyeurism, first time anal penetration Summary: During the usual sparring session of your training Slade gives an unexpected order.

Learning under Slade is not easy. Constant training, lacking privacy, overwhelming expectations. But you signed up for it. Still, your body aches from sparring, your head hurts from keeping up with tactics, nothing is ever rested and well. Everything is a constant test. Including now, dead center of the training room with fresh bruises all over your skin and sweat soaking through your clothes. For a moment you think you’ve misheard him because you’re so tired, but he’s just standing there waiting for you to follow orders.

“What did you say?”

Slade crosses his arms, looking down at you like you’re some little insect. “Play with yourself.” He repeats.

“I… w-what?” You stumble over thoughts.

Slade steps forward, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing enough to make your knees bend in an effort to relieve the pressure. “Get on your knees, pull out your dick, and play with yourself until I say you can stop. Understand, kid?”

Before you can manage an answer, he pushes you down. You land hard on your knees and feel the shock all through your body. Slade takes a step back, crossing his arms and looking down expectantly. He’s tested many things before and this is just another. Something about commitment or loyalty or some other value he expects of his protégés but doesn’t bother with in return. And there will be consequences if you don’t comply or if you fail, there always are.

Your hands tremble as you move them to your pants, fingers finding the button. Slade picked the gear you train in, heavy cargo pants so you’re ready for the Deathstroke armor in the field. At the moment you’re just thankful it has a zipper so you don’t have to pull anything down. Him seeing your dick is humiliating enough.

Trying not to look at him, trying to forget he’s there, you follow your orders. You bring your hand up to your mouth and spit, then lower it down and fish out your flaccid dick, holding it firmly and starting to stroke. The cold air feels odd, the burning gaze on your head is worse. No matter what you think of, no matter where you look, you know Slade is there watching. His orders were to continue until he said to stop, and knowing Slade he’ll make you stop just before you’re about to finish. So, in a way, you’re kind of glad you can’t get hard.

Slade doesn’t share the sentiment.

“Pants off.”

His voice makes you jump and you dare not look up at him for fear of upsetting him. He must be in a mood today given the pain you now feel in your ribs from sparring just moments ago. Best not to do anything that could make that worse. So you follow orders, tugging your pants down and kicking your boots off before returning to your kneeling spot on the floor.

Just as you’re about to continue, Slade speaks. “Look at me, kid.”

Humiliated, heat in your cheeks, and bare from the waist down, you look up at your mentor. For a moment you wonder what it would be like if you’d been chosen by Batman or Green Arrow instead, men with mercy. But Slade’s cutting eyes slice those thoughts like his swords do people.

“You’re mine, kid.” He says, showing nothing but sternness in all of his expression. “Every piece of you belongs to me.”

“Yes, sir.” You breathe out, mind still trying to make sense of this test but still knowing how he likes your responses.

“So when I tell you to fuck yourself, I mean it.” Slade’s eyes look over you for a moment before they float back to your own. “Both ends, boy.”

Your heart drops, air choking itself in your throat. You’ve never done that, always been too scared to. “Slade, I—“

“Fingers in your mouth first, I’ll teach you.”

Your mouth opens slightly, no sound coming out despite effort to protest. The looming idea of what Slade might do in the face of disobedience with this new context open, you raise your hand and timidly suck on a few fingers.

“That’s a good boy.” Slade chuckles. “Get them nice and coated then reach around and feel. You’ll know it when you find it.”

For a moment the image of Slade doing this to himself crosses your mind because how else would he know how to do it?

Slowly, you pull your fingers from your mouth. For a moment you eye the way they shine in the light, then you follow orders. It feels humiliating, but that’s probably what Slade wants. Killing, dying, pain, are all easy but embarrassment is hard to take, especially in front of a superior. Your fingers slide along skin, poking between cheeks until they brush against a spot that makes you sit up straight. Your spine tingles and you can hear Slade chuckling but you keep your eyes fixed on the floor. Carefully, you poke around and manage to push a finger inside of yourself for the first time. You grit your teeth, not wanting to show weakness of any kind in front of Slade.

“Both ends, kid.” Slade scolds.

You will your other hand to stroke again, the dual sensations becoming overwhelming quickly. It hurts to fuck yourself on your fingers but there’s little tingles of pleasure in there when you push deep enough and with the new sensation, you dick finally starts to harden.

“Stop.”

You freeze, looking up at Slade with trembling muscles and twitching hands. Finally turned on and he makes you stop.

“Take a cold shower and don’t touch yourself for a month.”

He doesn’t say more, just turns and leaves you alone in the room with your dick in your hand and skin hot with need that you’re not allowed.

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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The Spider’s web (platonic)

You used to be an average kid, one who went about their day without so much as a care in the world

Granted, you were being raised by your elderly aunt and uncle, and you were somewhat of a science wiz but other than that yeah pretty normal

Until a radioactive spider bitt you after you and your uncle got into an accident which ended up with you as the survivor

And that lead you becoming a web-slinging vigilante known as spider

Ok scratch that maybe you weren’t so normal after all but to be fair no one was in Gotham

During the day you were a teenager who went to school, made some extra cash on the side to support your aunt after your uncle’s death

But at night you dawn your suit and sling across the city helping as best you could

Unlike Batman or his figurative family you help out in smaller ways

You help by bringing people home safely, handing out umbrella when it’s raining, saving cats out of trees, stopping some petty crime and giving the criminals a talk to find out why they needed to do said crime, helping firefighters ect

You still saved quite a few people but you also focused on making others happy

Since something as small as a wave of kind gesture of a stranger can improve someone’s day significantly

You also focus on helping those who are committing petty crime since you know it’s usually out of desperation

And desperation is a big thing in Gotham unfortunately

Your a more friendly figure compared to the Batman, bright colours and an expressive mask that makes you more approachable

Along with that your quite vocal, saying hi to passersby’s as you swing past or offering high fives

Also a lot of quips, like a lot. plus jokes thrown to make people laugh

Your swinging webs dissolve after a set period of time so by morning their gone thus no complaints from business owners about it

Whilst Batman and his team look out for Gotham as a conglomerate you look out for the little guy

Pitching in to areas when the other vigilantes of the night can’t get to

It’s actually quite fun and no matter how tired an beat up you are from stopping a minor scuffle it’s worth it to you

The bruises and black eyes serving as metals to your meddling in making sure someone didn’t get shanked

Gordon is the only cop you trust and actively report to him about cops that are taking advantage of their power

You have a little camera on your suit making filming encounters much easier along with the fact you sometimes take photos for fun

And use some of those photos for money…you spend a lot more than you probably should do you sometimes sell photos to newspapers

Anyways, you leave the clips of certain cops for him to see and review

Which also makes most cops not really like you but they don’t really like Batman either so it’s not like your the only one

He’s pretty friendly with you but you can also tell he’s worries

Like real worried

It’s basically obvious to everyone your a kid despite how you try to deepen your voice a bit

He knows he can’t really stop you so he does his best to give you tips and pats on the back for your work

He swears that when he hears about you on the news he gets more grey hairs

Or when you show up at his window donuts in hand with a nasty bruise on your jaw

Listen he doesn’t care you “have a weird healing factor” your getting a patch for that

Barbara laughs when he grumbles that he now has a new kid to look after

You don’t admit it but he reminds you a lot of your uncle and it makes you feel nostalgic

On long nights for Gordon you like to swing by (hah get it) and leave him some coffee and donuts

He appreciates it but wishes you’d let him pay you back

Another thing Gordon doesn’t know is that when your uncle died he was the cop that comforted you back at the station

While all the others worked he took the time to help you

Which is something you’d never forget

So to pay the favour back in some sense you do your best to help him as well

But he doesn’t have to know your reasoning…yet

You sometimes leave little notes for him with doodles of yourself that have motivational messages

Batman asks him about you since he has really had to time to actually talk to you but Gordon tells him your a good kid

But your probably too stubborn to stop doing what your doing

Gordon really appreciates what you do even if it’s not taking down super villains

You go out of your way to make others happy and make the streets a little more safe

Plus you seemed focused on rehabilitation and helping people who do crime as a last option for survival

He’s actually met quite a few people you’ve talked to and helped get back on their feet

Probably had a little notebook where he puts all your doodle notes

Whenever you leave his office he tells you to stay safe and that you’d doing good out there

You always give him a thumbs out before back flipping out his window

Despite how many times you do it he looks out to make sure your ok

Barbara meets you one day when she stopped by to make sure her dad was ok and found you and him talking

When she came in you jumped to the ceiling and they just watched you for a minute before laughing

Honestly Barbara is really fun and cool

Whenever she stops by her dad’s office she kinda silently hopes your there cause your a ray of sunshine

She appreciates your work a lot and it never ceases to make her smile when she offhandedly hear people talk about your deeds

Definitely teases her dad a lot lol

Sometimes like Gordon you leave little notes for her on her wheelchair

You both develop so many inside jokes that Gordon can only scratch his head at

She leaves you snacks like granola bars and smoothies for her dad to give you

Like her dad she’s concerned but moreso about how your doing this without anyone else to help you

Sure your activities aren’t taking down and making enemies with super powered villains but all you needed is one bad encounter and your down

And it worries her how you don’t seem to care about yourself and put others happiness on pedestal

Like helping others matters but so does helping yourself

As oracle she sometimes hacks stuff to give you little hints or tricks for you to use

These have probably saved you from getting an infection from leaving your wounds unbothered due to your “it’ll heal” mentality

She’s kinda silently curious what your abilities allow you to do. Like she knows you can climb walls and you have some type of healing factor but she wonders if there’s more

So y’all make a game out of it and every week she guesses one possible ability you have and you answer her

Like her dad she knows your too stubborn to stop

You have too much of a big heart to not help people, your the one person who doesn’t stand down no matter the punches thrown your way

It’s an admirable trait but also dangerous

You geek out with her over tech and when you get your own popsicle

Sure that popsicle doesn’t look the greatest but your amazed anyways over the smallest stuff like that

It makes her heart swell when you talk about how happy you felt when you found out you had fanart!

It’s normal for hero’s to have that but your just so flabbergasted that someone went through the effort of drawing you

It reminds her once again that your a kid in all of this

One day she’s asks why you haven’t met Batman yet and you tell her why

That your kinda scared of him considering Gotham isn’t the friendliest to meta humans

And consider you now have powers your part of that crowd

Plus you just want to help in ways Batman usually can’t

She’s understanding to this and makes note to tell Bruce

At this point she probably knows your identity but only by accident

She never brings that up though

Content with just letting you go on in peace without you worrying about her accidentally spilling the info to someone

Her heart will explode if you ever mention how batgirl was one of your favourite hero’s growing up

Bane is the first real villain who kinda takes an interest in you from seeing you firsthand one day

So he has he men track you down and bring you to him

And then he finds out that you know most of them already and just willingly followed them?

Yeah turns out you already knew a lot of his men cause you’ve helped a handful of them with stuff like car troubles and making sure the neighborhoods a few live in are safer

And also inadvertently convincing some of them to get a better job instead of committing crime and they took that as become a full on henchman

Your a bit disappointed but Bane is a fair boss so it somewhat makes up for the fact their still in the crime business

Meanwhile bane is kinda confused cause your a kid??

Like sure he fights Robin but even then he goes somewhat easy and they have Batman as a mentor

Your just a fucking kid on their own doing this?!?

Dear god this man is so concerned

Even more so when you try to deepen your voice and then it cracks and there’s an awkward silence afterwards

Oh and then they hear your stomach grumble

You get a full on meal from them giving you some of their lunches plus some extra snacks

Your such a good kid and he’s like real worried that one day someone will take advantage of that

So he kinda begins training you, well not full on training but giving you some pointers

Like better stances or how to throw a better punch

He finds it really funny how expressive you are with your mask and how your tiny compared to him

He quickly catches on that you seemingly have enhanced senses and strength cause almost no one can beat him in a fight let alone a young teenager (it was more of a playful fight but point still stands)

You once offhandedly mention that you have to care for your elderly aunt by accident and he’s now packing you some extra food and slips some money into there as well

Probably knows he can figure out your identity real quick but doesn’t make the effort since he’d rather you go to him yourself if/when your ready

Is this what being a parent is like? (Yes, yes it is Bane)

He helps improve your suit and gives suggestions on what material would be better

Nearly has a heart attack when you one day show up to his base with a stab wound

Sure it’s healing but like what the fuck?!

His men kinda tease him for being a mother hen

He can’t help it though cause he’s always had a soft spot for kids and knowing your out there possibly getting hurt makes his uneasy

When you talk about science he finds himself happy cause your clearly passionate about the subject

Probably compliments you about your knowledge and pats you on the shoulder

He gives you nicknames in Spanish but his favourite is “pequeña araña” which means little spider

If you already know Spanish he’s 100% talking to you in it but if you don’t then he’s kinda teaching you by accident

For the love of god please say that your suit is properly insulated cause he’s gonna get grey hairs if he knows that your going out in Gotham during the winter freezing your ass off

Same for summer as well cause he knows that being in a head to toe bodysuit in the heat isn’t good

You met deadshot through his daughter Zoe by complete accident

Like you were swinging past some apartments while she was doing some homework she was stuck on and spotted you

And then she called out and you quickly ended up helping her with that homework

And that kinda became a weekly tradition where you’d just stop by on every Saturday to check her work and help her if she was stuck

During one of these he walks in as your perched near her window helping her with a math equation

He’s kinda confused for a minute until Zoe waves him over and says that you’d been her tutor for the past month

After that he kinda tracks you down on his own time as your having a burger on a building and talks to you

He thanks you and also asks why your doing the whole vigilante business as such a young age

You don’t tell him the full story but just enough where he gets a good picture as to why

Zoe becomes one of your fans and he has to say that it’s a lot better than her liking Batman or one of his robins lol

You still help her with homework but now you also show up to talk to her and her dad

She likes to brag to her father about how if she did good on her next test that you promised to make her a hoodie that resembles you suit

When he’s out on “jobs” he asks for you to check up on her and make sure she’s ok

more concerned than he lets on

When he gets put on the suicide squad he gets real upset if Amanda Waller even mentions you

Sometimes if you see him you like to him a wave which he gives back with a small smile

You have the honour of being one of the only heroes he likes

He likes that you stick up for the small guy, that your the “neighborhood hero” instead of the Gotham hero

Has definitely saved you numerous times without you even knowing

Feels old when you call him “mr.shot” even more so if you do something like backflip off a building

Like he subconsciously knows your ok but his dad senses are screaming at him and rushes over to the edge to see if your ok

He finds it really nice when you walk people home to make sure they feel safe

It’s a small thing but something a lot of people in Gotham appreciate since the streets at night aren’t the safest

You buy knock-off merch of heroes and give it out to kids but save the merch of you for his daughter

He now had a little keychain that he keeps on his person of your mask in inverted colours

It makes him chuckle quite a bit

No one dares put out a hit on you cause of him and Deathstroke

Speaking of which Deathstroke sought you out from seeing you one day whist in civilian clothes

You piqued his interest so when you were one day just swing around he was able to catch you by surprise even with your spidy-senses

Only for you to catch him off guard by how your somehow able to throw him off you like he was nothing

And then web him to a wall

Now you’ve really piqued his interest

Meanwhile your freaking out across from him and he’s just laughing and then congratulates you on getting the better of him

Que confusion

Oh yeah beforehand he quickly found out who you were

Yeah…not fun when he then brings that up

But anyways

Slade takes to basically full on training you cause he sees your potential

It’s weird at first but it quickly becomes routine for him to randomly drop by and give you lessons

It’s actually really useful especially since he also helps you hone your skills even more

Not to mention that he also helps you keep your identity a better secrets cause in his words “kid it’s honestly a miracle that the entire city hasn’t found out, your at least better than superman and his disguise”

At some point after a “exam” with him and you win he gifts you a completely upgraded suit as a gift

Your left confused but he just shrugs it off saying that you’d lived up to his expectations so you deserve something for that

Now your suit has proper heating! And it’s waterproof unlike before

He’s honestly not sure how you survived this long in your suit so he’s at least happy the new one he gifted you a better

Plus now you have extending spider arms that are super cool

Now you can more effectively hold up debris when saving people!

(Not their intended use but he supposes that you do you)

One thing he can’t fix is how trusting you are of others

Cause he’s tried countless times to teach you not to do that but your head it to thick for even his vastly worded criticism to break

Unlike him and Nightwing he’s had a very different dynamic with you Aka gruff dad and ray of Sunshine child

Aka the “someone will die” “of fun!”

He feels so old when your doing flips and every fucking acrobatic known to man

Like when Nightwing does it he feels a bit of his age but with you it’s worse

Rose jokes that your an honorary sibling now which makes you giggle as he standing behind y’all all stoic and such

Both swear they’ve never seen you without a smile or quippy remark despite having a broken rib

That’s why their surprised when you sometimes get a bit solemn or seem to hold an untold sadness in your eyes now more than ever

He doesn’t pry like he did when initially finding out your identity but he’s definitely worried

Mr.Freeze is someone you go out on your own to find after hearing how he was trying to find a cure for his wife’s illness

Your Aunt in her old age had been getting worse and you could tell she was gaining something that wasn’t an ordinary Illness

All hospitals you went to said they couldn’t do anything so you went to him instead

Which he certainly didn’t really expect

Like sure he’s heard of you but to suddenly had a teenage knock at his frost covered window to his lab at midnight is kinda unexpected

He’s guarded and ice cold as his name implies but seems to warm up once you mention your situation

How you didn’t know what to do, and that the hospitals turn her away for her older age or say that nothing was wrong when you knew it was

Your just a kid, one who is doing their best despite circumstances

And he from then on he knew couldn’t turn you away especially with how Nora wouldn’t want that

He finds your company to be nice especially once hearing that your brand of heroism is done to help out the average citizens of Gotham in their day to day lives

Your a change in his routine and life that he needs, someone to be a small bit of light in the ever encompassing darkness that fills his life

You help him as well in the lab, putting your science wiz knowledge to the test as you do your best to help

He enjoys the company quite a bit

Especially as you leave little notes (as usual) for him to find with little puns

He chuckles at all of them despite hot corny they are

As time goes on he sees the crack in your resolve though as his tests go nowhere

You push yourself though, to the limit to try and find something, anything

But it’s all for nought

There are times you fall asleep in full costume at his lab, he always places a blanket around your shoulders

Never once having the temptation to pull up the mask

He can tell your already going through the stages of grief before you even get the call that she’s gone

Just a feeling in your gut that it’s getting worse as you increase your work

And then it happens

That dreaded call that he can remember so vividly from his own when Nora had almost passed

Your silent, dead silent

And then like a gust of wind your off

He can only hear your soft sobs as you exit through a window and off into the night

He can only hope you’ll be ok, that you’ll turn out different from him in the grief that’s consuming you

Because unlike him your a ray of sun that the world needs compared to his somber moonlight

You end up crying on a rooftop

Shaky breaths ranking your form as you sob

But then you hear a scream from an alleyway which makes you pause

You pull your mask down and swing down to help

A woman pushed to the ground and two men standing over her loomingly

Their easy to take down but you got stabbed pretty badly in the side

You focus on her though, helping her up despite your limp and talking her through the anxiety attack she was having

You walk her home, blood dripping down though you do your best to hide it

Your voice hoarse from crying as you do your best to make her smile

And as she closes that door and you return to that rooftop you find that your vision is getting blurry and black dots dot the edges if your eyesight

You don’t have the strength to get up despite how hard you try

Because you have to

Cause as spider no matter how hard you get pushed down you always get up

Someone looms over you with an outstretched hand

You grab theirs and they hoist you up

You feel as if your in good hands

#platonic #dc x reader #mr freeze x reader #deathstroke x reader #Slade Wilson x reader #Barbara Gordon x reader

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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I gotta know.

In your professional opinion, do you think slade knows the hand on the lower stomach trick and the pillow trick?

Do you think anyone else your write for knows them? 👀

hehehheheHEHEHE 👀😏

I believe Slade knows, and knows it *very* well. HOWEVAH. Him using either entirely depends on whether or not he cares about the pleasure of the person he's having sex with. He's definitely not using the techniques on someone he's having a one time thing with, that he never wants to see again. Can't afford to have someone trail after him begging for more and/or have them recognize him out of all things because of it if he's on a mission or smth, y'know? bc yeah that will happen he's that good (man's got an ego to the moon). But if it's someone he wants around? Someone he wants to see again? He's never gonna tell them that, that's for sure but that orgasm WILL bring them back to him without fail. every. goddamn. time.

As for the other characters, Bruce knows them. And he's good at it. Selina taught him and it changed his mf life. He definitely uses them more leisurely than Slade, Brucie's a giver in bed and he just LOVES to see his partner's soul ascend from what he's doing to them. He's got a reputation to uphold and he'll literally die before he lets down a partner of his.

Dick knows too. I refuse to believe he wouldn't. But I feel like he would act like it's something incredibly normal. Like, he wouldn't even notice he's doing it, and he'd genuinely be surprised when his partner reveals it was the first time a man did that to them (eventually he'll realize that not everyone actually knows that or are bothered to do it, but he still wouldn't treat it as a special event kind of thing). He's just out there, casually raising the bar for everyone else. Dick game strong in every sense of the term babes.

Jason's case is a bit more complicated. If we take him right after his resurrection, them no he doesn't. Jason died a virgin, I will die on that hill, and whatever happened with Talia didn't actually happen I don't know what you mean. Bro's caught up in revenge and taking over a crime empire, he does NOT have the time for a game of dating and seduction. He's under so much stress, oh my god. And when he begins to chill, his partner is Roy, and Jaybird's not the one on top babes (again, HILL I WILL DIE ON). But Roy does teach him the trick so older Jay knows too. When he uses the tricks, it's already bc he trusts his partner enough to see him naked and vulnerable so it's pretty much always in a sweet way.

Since we're on the topic of Roy, well, he obviously knows. Roy "I seduced a dangerous international assassin to the point where she had my kid" Harper absolutely knows and he's SMUG about it. As the Youth™ says, bro's got rizz. He knows your exes weren't as good as him. By the time he's done with you, you won't even remember you had exes.

Tim read about it one time when he fell down a rabbit hole of research after opening the internet to (initially) look up romantic gestures idea. He tries to use it but it turns awkward the first few time, bc he treats it like any other skill and it just breaks the mood. Until he can find someone he trusts enough to practice with, he'll just refrain from doing it.

Steph knows. And she will openly criticize the men in her life that doesn't. Being ego checked by Steph is probably the most mortifying thing ever. "Oh? You don't know about those? Yikes... That's embarrassing. Yeah. Yeah no you should take down that tweet about being a sex god, yeah, you're just embarrassing yourself more now. Please stop" She's braver than any US marines.

(that's pretty much the main ones but if i forgot any lmk)

#slade wilson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #roy harper x reader #stephanie brown x reader #slade wilson #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #roy harper #steph brown #dc #batman #robin #tim drake x reader #tim drake #dc fic

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pekejscatbed · 2 months

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Lazy Day | Slade Wilson x gn! Reader

DAD BOD SLADE SUPREMACY HE IS A DILF HE IS DADDY SO WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS TUMMY GIVE MY FAVORITE OLD MAN THE BIG ASS STOMACH HE DESERVES YOU COWARDS- *cough cough* sorry guys, idk where that came from :/

info/warnings: gender neutral reader, soft Slade, cuddles, reminiscing, domestic fluff, weight gain, Slade has a dad bod and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands

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You lay in bed together, Slade sitting up against the pillows in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, and you partially on top of him, face buried in his naked stomach as he gently runs his fingers through your hair.

Slade has gained weight since the two of you met, with you cooking for him on his days away from the mercenary life and keeping him well fed. His stomach is bigger now after the couple of years you've been together, now rounder than when the two of you went on your first date and hanging down over his hip line. He's still strong, muscles still as big as they were years ago- bigger, even- but now they're covered in layers of fat that you absolutely adore; you love the weight he's gained, love the way his arms are now squishy when you hold onto him in public, love watching the small jiggle to his thighs when he walks around the house in nothing but his boxers, love burying your face into his growing tummy on lazy days like today, like you are now.

"Hm?" You tilt your head up as you exit your mind, thoughts dissipating as you look up at Slade in question.

"Asked what you're thinking about, sweetheart." His voice is soft as he repeats himself, looking down at you and smiling when your eyes meet his one green eye.

You smile back, humming softly. "You."

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froggyfics · 2 months

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Play Fighting

You have a training session with Slade.

This was suppose to come out in September 2023...It's now February 2024. We're gonna just be happy this is finally completed.

Additional note at the bottom

I categorized this as a fem!reader, just because I mentioned “girl” once in this fic. So, I hope that those who prefer gender neutral readers will still enjoy this.

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Pairing: Slade Wilson x fem!reader

Theme: Fluff

Word Count: 1,279

You grunt as your back crudely hits the mat once again. The pain shocks your system, but you’re not at all surprised that you’re in this position.

“I told you, I’m not good at this stuff,” you grumble.

“Get back up,” he commands.

Rage surges through your body and if looks could kill, he would be six feet under already. He laughs heartily, with his palm clutching his chest.

“You think you can intimidate me, doll? A little girl like you?”

His mocking tone acts as a battery for you, and your depleted energy disappears. You grab the sword that you dropped on the ground and position yourself in a battle stance.

“Make sure you protect your chin,” he instructs.

You ignore his suggestion.

“Protect your chin,” he repeats.

“Protect your own chin,” you mutter.

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead lunges at you. The speed at which he travels makes you shriek, and you can’t help but drop your sword and cover yourself with your arms. You glue your eyes shut, waiting for the impact.

It never comes. Seconds pass before you slowly open your eyes once again. He’s just standing there with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. His hair droops down due to his sweat and is sticking out in different directions. The rash guard he has on clings to his body - his muscles barely contained by the thin polyester. The sight of him in front of you makes you salivate, but of course, you can’t let him know that you’re desperately attracted to him. You have an intense crush on him, but you know better than to fall for those ocean blue eyes – sorry – eye.

“Stop looking at me like that, Slade! C’mon,” you exclaim, as you pick your weapon back up. You can’t stand how he looks pityingly at you. “Fight me like a man!” You try to goad him, but Slade, ever the patient one, refuses to indulge you.

You beg, plead, and even shout expletives at him to resume the training session. Slade continues to stand in front of you, arms crossed, with that knowing smile on his face.

The situation is more frustrating given that your gaze falls onto his lips every few seconds. You’re so angry that you can’t control your own impulses. It’s cruel that a man with such a hideous personality could look so attractive.

Well, if he’s not going to fight you, you’ll have to bring the fight to him.

You leap towards him, sword in hand, stabbing the air repeatedly as Slade easily dodges your every attack. He’s light on his feet for a man of his stature. Within seconds, you can feel your fatigue overcome you, especially in your arm.

“Getting tired?”

“Not at all,” you heave. You’re definitely tired, but you won’t let Slade in on that information.

“You can tell me if ya get tired. I know pretty girls like you aren’t used to being pushed around like this,” he purrs.

Thankfully, your face is already red from the training session, otherwise, his comment would’ve made you look like a tomato.

“Whatever.”

Something in the air changes once the word leaves your mouth. Slade no longer has a playful smirk on his face. He neither smiles nor frowns, but his eye gives away his true feelings. He’s glaring at you.

He lunges at you once more. This time, you don’t cower. You desperately swipe at him with your sword, but it’s useless against him.

He’s suddenly within arm’s reach, and he slaps your wrist with an open palm. You nearly lose your grip on your sword’s handle, but you recover quickly.

“I like you girl, but you got one hell of a bratty attitude. Don’t think I won’t teach you a lesson if I got to.”

“You seemed fine with my attitude not too long ago.” You struggle against his grasp, but he has a firm grip on you.

“Yeah? Well, my patience has run out.”

“That’s too bad, I like giving you an attitude.”

He forcibly yanks your arm, and suddenly you’re dangerously close to him. You’re so close that you can smell him. He smells a bit of sweat, with an undercurrent of…vanilla?

“I like correcting attitudes.”

A polite smile crosses your face. “Wait till I tell everyone that the big, bad Deathstroke uses girly body wash. You smell like a bakery.”

Pain radiates up and down the column of your spine. Your back hits the mat before you even register that Slade had leg sweeped you.

For the millionth time in this training session, he has the advantage. He hovers above you in a lunge - triumph oozing out of him.

You want to humble him so badly.

He clutches his hip after you punch the bony part of his pelvis as hard as you could. The punch distracts him momentarily, but it’s long enough for you to slither your way out from under him.

For good measure, you slap him once. Redness immediately begins to surge on his cheek as his capillaries break. You know you’re definitely going to regret doing that later, but you just couldn't resist!

You swing your sword and stop just before it connects to his neck.

Slade wobbles for a moment, still in a lunge, but rights himself within a few seconds. His gaze moves from the sword to you and back to the sword several times.

It’s at this moment that you think you’ve gone too far, specifically with the slap. Sure, you’re cheeky with Slade every once in a while, but he's always real quick to set you straight when he’s not in the mood.

Based on his expression, he’s not in the mood right now.

However, he’s right where you want him. The upper hand you have - however momentary - makes you all the more confident to do what you’ve been wanting to do for so long.

“Kiss me.”

Slade rarely gets caught by surprise, so you revel in his stupor. “You have a sword to my throat,” he responds with an air of disbelief.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t act like you can’t get out of this situation.”

He doesn’t move. You continue to stare at one another. Sweat gathers in the crevices between your palm and the sword handle, loosening your grip. You swallow loudly. Has it always been this hot in here? Did you just make it creepy? Can he not be this damn irresistible?

“Kiss me,” you whine, a bit more desperately this time.

He sighs deeply, taking a moment to mull over his options.

“Fine,” he says. He leans forward to reach your lips, and you raggedly bend over to meet him halfway. The sharp blade presses into his neck, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

When he’s near centimeters from your face, a great idea crosses your mind. An idea that would solidify your victory for this training session. You let him lean even more closely to you - so close that his eye begins to close in preparation for the kiss. Once his eye closes, you remove the sword from his neck and swiftly move to the side.

The sword acted as a barrier for Slade to keep him upright - once the sword was removed, he fell forward.

Any other person would have laughably landed on their face, but Slade, ever the skillful mercenary, plants his palms on the floor and pulls himself into a half-plank position.

He turns his face to look at you with a look of annoyance.

You unceremoniously drop the blade and place your hands on your hips. “Oh, Slade, you take things way too seriously. We were only just play fighting!”

Note: I got the prompt "kiss me...you have a sword to my throat" from @celestialwrites however!!!!! I cannot find for the life of me the exact post that inspired me

#deathstroke #deathstroke x reader #slade wilson x reader #slade wilson #slade wilson fluff #slade wilson x y/n #slade wilson x you #dc comics #deathstroke fluff

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gulnarsultan · 10 months

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ra's al ghul and slade wilson x bruce reader's daughter , scenario where both men fell in love with her when the batfamily faced them and saw how she took down the ninjas with precision and speed , but in that one of the ninjas managed to cut her arm to take it off blood . With that they made a son with the DNA of the three.

Years passed and the men thought it was a good time for the reader to meet her son, but they didn't know that she couldn't have children of her own because of her past with the red room (she was a black widow but bruce it found ) . When Bruce and the reader arrive where they asked to meet, they see the two men and Bruce asks "What do you want?" and then Slade starts to explain that their meeting years ago and meanwhile Ra's calls Theseus and when the son of a bitch reader comes out of the shadows, Batman and his daughter can only look, but only the reader just looked at her son and left there without talking to anyone.

The men were shocked and the son sad because his mother didn't even speak to him. Bruce seeing that the men want to go after his daughter says "Do you think you haven't done enough?" and then Ra's starts to say something but Bruce interrupts "She can't have children after what she went through in the red room" and then Ra's and Slade now realize why she reacted and remember what the red room does as a graduation ceremony.

And then Bruce looks at his grandson and says "You're not the problem, your mother just needs time to process everything". And then he turns and walks away looking for his daughter.

Two days later, the reader finds the two men and says "I just want to talk to Theseus, I came in peace." and then one of the assassins takes the reader to his son and then the two look at each other for a while. And then she starts by saying "When I finished my training in the red room they gave me a mandatory hysterectomy, nothing more matters than a mission." and then Theseus says "not even a child" and then the reader nods "I apologize for my reaction at that night , I never imagined that I would have a child " .

And then mother and son start talking and the two killers can only watch them from the cameras and hope that she can give them a chance to be a family.

My god. It's literally a masterpiece.

The reader and his son will manage to become a family together. He will apologize to his son for his behavior when they first met. The two men are watching the happiness of the mother and son away. Maybe they will try to join the family.

#dc x reader #slade wilson x reader #slade wilson #ra's al ghul xreader #ra's al ghul #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batman x daughter reader

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samantha-rae-velcher · 7 months

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I Promise

Slade Wilson x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Violence, mentions of death.

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE! If you're comment is rude in any way, you'll be blocked. Ive been wanting to write a story like this for a while but haven't gotten around to it, my service is terrible so the app might just eat this lol

I know this isn't how Arrow went, but I'm just making my own thing out of it 😁

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"Y/n, This is Slade Wilson." Moira said, holding her hand out towards a man on the couch.

Y/n felt dread wash through her as he stood, stepping over to her with a smile on his face. He firmly grasped her hand, the smile fading.

"A pleasure, Miss Queen."

"Let him go." Y/n had said, fear in her voice at the sight of Slade holding a knife to her brothers throat.

"Or what, little one? You'll attack me? Not likely."

Y/n and Oliver had fallowed Yao fei's directions to the crash site of a plane, only to be ambushed by a rather intimidatingly large man, Y/n had to admit she found him quite attractive.

"Fao Fei sent us!" She yelled, "I doubt it was so we could be killed by you."

He lowered his brows, staring her directly in the eye. No doubt trying to see if she was pulling a fast one or not. It took a few moments but he let go of her brother, but still didn't drop the knife.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Oliver Queen, and this is my sister Y/n."

"Sister? Funny, she looks nothing like you."

"I was adopted." Y/n grumbled. "Now who the hell are you, and why are you so fuckin special?"

"I'm Slade Wilson, and I have no idea why Yao Fei sent you to me."

Y/n threw her hands in the air, "Great, Ollie. This is great! We have an army attempting to track us down! We have an Australian jungle man with a sword and no way to get off this fuckin island! Yao Fei sends us here and none of us know why! This is just fuckin great!"

Y/n shook her head and sat on a nearby box. The men watched her, almost as if they thought she'd set the place a blaze with just one touch.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." Oliver replied, "But we need to get him out of there."

"Do you two know how to fight?"

"She does, I don't."

"Well then, I guess we begin your training tomorrow."

As time went on the three had gotten close, Y/n was surprised when Oliver learned how to fight. They had rescued Yao Fei, and met his daughter. Only for the poor SOB to get himself killed . Y/n and Slade had been attacked, Slade had gotten hurt and she had to drag him into a cave that was well hidden by large shrubs.

"Stay still, if I don't take this out then it will get infected!" Y/n yelled

"I'll do it myself!"

"The fuck you will!"

"It'd be wise to not argue with me!"

"Then shut the fuck up and there won't be an argument!"

Slade was almost shocked by her words, Y/n was never afraid to fight back or curse someone out, even if they were holding a gun in her face.

"It's not as bad as I thought, I stole some medical supplies on my way out of the camp."

"That's why you stopped?" He asked.

"Well yeah, can never have enough bandages and whatever else I grabbed."

Slade chucked, wincing in pain as she pressed a rag doused in alcohol against his wound.

"We need to keep moving." He grumbled. "They'll find us if we stay."

"We aren't leaving until night. Rest, Slade. I'll keep watch."

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Moira asked, gently gripping her arm.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, ill let you two get acquainted while I grab us some drinks."

When the older woman left the room Slade pulled Y/n closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"What's the matter, little one? You look surprised to see me."

"You were dead, Oliver said he killed you."

"Tell him to check for a pulse next time."

"Here we are!" Moira cheered, bringing a tray of whiskey glasses and the bottle.

"I can't stay." Y/n said. "I have some very important business that-"

"That can surely wait until after we give Mr. Wilson a tour of the mansion." Moira interrupted.

"Yes, Y/n. Why don't you stay?"

"Stay." Slade whispered. "If you leave me and they find this place, I won't be able to defend myself."

Y/n hesitated, ready to run out and find her brother, but her feelings for Slade pulled her back to his side.

"Alright, but one more hour and I'm hauling you out of here."

It was Y/n who saved him, who fought and defeated all those men to get him back to the plane. But he still had eyes for Shadow, when he was healed they began sparring again. Y/n had to watch as the man she loved was being swept off his feet by the woman who wanted Oliver.

She felt sick watching them roll around and tackle each other. Oliver could see how she felt and it made him sad, she deserved to be happy after all she had been through. It was because of him that she was cooped up on this island, nearly being killed every day.

"I'm outta here." Y/n muttered under her breath.

"Where are you going?" Slade asked, grabbing her arm.

"I don't know, I'm gonna go disarm a mine or catch a fish. Just let go of me."

He did. Watching her disappear through the trees, oblivious to how she felt for him.

"What's her problem?"

Oliver shrugged and went back to fumbling with a stick.

Y/n walked through the forest, climbing a tall tree and watching a few soldiers sneak around. She jumped down and took them out, bringing them to a cliff and pushing their bodies off.

She could feel the anger building inside her, the pent up rage just wanting to get out. Y/n wanted to hate Shadow, but it wasn't her fault. She felt so controlled being stuck on the island, not being able to leave, having to worry that she'd wake up in a cage or not wake up at all.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Queen." Slade said, kissing her hand.

"Oh please, call me Moira."

"Of course, Moira. Unfortunately I have to be going, I look forward to seeing you again."

"As do I. Y/n could you see Mr. Wilson to his car?"

Y/n nodded and lead him outside. The trip was quiet, all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears.

"Slade, why are you here?" She asked, watching as he got in his car.

"Five years ago I made you a promise, Y/n. Well I'm here to fulfill it."

Y/n pointed a gun to his head, tears running down her cheeks.

"You won't do it, princess. You and I both know, your heart won't let you. Best to stop pretending to be someone you're not."

"I won't let you kill her." She whispered.

"How do you know it's Moira I'll kill? Maybe it'll be Oliver, or Thea. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

Tears stung Y/n's eyes as she sat with Slade, the others had already left but she couldn't pull herself away just yet. The sight of him drove a knife through her, his dead body leaned against a crate. A lantern casting their shadows over the wall, the cold of the room making Y/n feel so lost and alone.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "If I could've saved you I would've, even if I had to suffer through watching you fawn over Shadow. Id go through that pain, just to have you breath again."

She couldn't hold back anymore, her quiet sobs filled the room as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I would give my life for you Slade."

The sound of people yelling outside ripped Y/n from her sorrow. She took Slade's gun and slowly made her way to the noise, watching as Shadow and Oliver were put to their knees by the same people they've been fighting on this island since they got here.

"Where is she!?" The leader yelled, pointing a gun at Oliver.

"I'm right here you fuckin chump!" Y/n called from over his shoulder.

"Ahh, Y/n. So good of you to join us, put her on her knees with her friends."

She was pushed to the ground next to Oliver, all she could think about was Slade as the man started his big speech on how long he's been trying to catch them.

"But you Y/n, you've caused me the most trouble." He growled. "Whenever I got close to finding you or perfecting the Mirakuru, you had to destroy it. You've ruined everything I worked for! So now...I'm gonna make you choose."

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You heard me! Choose! Who do I kill!? Shadow or Oliver!?"

She was stunned by his question, the pain of Slade's death still raw in her system.

"Who!? CHOOSE!"

"Me! You son of a bitch!" She cried. "Me! shoot me for fuck sake!"

The man chuckled, pointing the gun at Shadow. "Wrong answer."

The sound of a gun shot rang through her ears and Shadows lifeless body falling to the ground had Oliver screaming. Y/n shook her head, not knowing what else to do. She charged at the man, throwing him to the ground. Y/n took his gun and fired it at a few of his men, taking Oliver by the arm and running into the woods.

They made it back to the plane and Y/n collapsed, her breathing was rapid and her heart was racing. Her hands shook with the rest of her body as her vision went black.

"Oliver!" Y/n yelled, running into Arrows headquarters.

"What!? What's going on!?"

"It's Slade! He's back! I don't know how but he's back!"

Oliver ran over, wrapping his sobbing sister in a hug. The same memories racing through his head.

"It'll be alright, everything is gonna be alright."

"H-he's gonna kill you."

It had been weeks since Shadows death and here Y/n was running from more men with guns, she had just escaped a cell, and was on her way back to the plane when they came out of nowhere.

"Get her!" They yelled, racing through the trees and vines.

She was about to book it down a hill to the shore, when a hand came over her mouth, and she was pulled into that same hidden cave.

Y/n attempted to pushed the person away when she felt their chest against her back, but she was hushed by a familiar voice.

"Slade?" She asked, her own voice sounding shakey.

"Quiet, Princess. They're right outside."

They watched through the brush and vines as the men ran past and down the hill. Slade loosened his grip on her, allowing Y/n to turn around.

Her eyes scanned his face, not a scratch.

"How?" She asked.

"The Mirakuru. It healed me."

"It thought it killed you."

"Yeah, then it healed me."

Y/n pulled him into a hug, the feeling of his arms wrap around her made her heart race.

"Is Oliver and Shadow alright?" He asked.

Y/n slowly pulled away, dread written all over her face. "It's only me and Oliver now..."

Slade swallowed, "Where's Shadow?"

"After you died, we were captured. And a the guy that made the Mirakuru shot her."

His eyes filled with tears, "Do you know where he is?"

"Y-yes, Slade I'm so sorry."

"Can you take me to him?"

"...yeah, I can."

The two of them made it to the camp, they hid just outside and watched. Y/n could feel the anger and hurt radiating off of him. He's feeling just how she felt whenever she saw Slade and Shadow together.

"Is he in there?" He asked, pointing at the largest tent in the camp.

"Yeah, but he's got guards."

"You stay here, I'll make this quick."

Without another word he made his way through the brush and out of sight. Y/n did as she was told and stayed there, she was expecting him to be out within minutes but when an hour had passed, she knew something was wrong.

Y/n was about to go in after him when she heard a twig snap behind her, and a gun press to the back of her head.

She slowly put her hands up and turned around, it was the man that killed Shadow. His face was twisted into an evil grin. Y/n was about to jump at him, but before she could a hard object hit her in the side of the head.

Y/n woke up in a cell, it was wet and she could hear waves outside. She rolled over to see that she was below deck of a ship.

Y/n sat up clutching her head, she looked around to get her bearings. She saw the man who killed Shadow, a few of his guys and...Slade?

"Slade?" She asked.

He turned, the look in his eyes was hatred and pain. This wasn't Slade, not mentally anyway.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, only stepped closer to the bars of her cell.

"He just shot her, huh?" He asked.

"What?"

"Shadow! He just shot her!? Funny, he tells me you chose to have her shot!"

"Slade I-"

She was cut off by the feeling of a blade being pressed to her stomach.

"I wanna show you something."

He opened her cell door and stepped away so the guards could grab her, once again she was thrown to her knees in front of the same man.

"Show me how you did it." He growled.

"What?" The man asked.

Slade handed him his gun, "You killed her didn't you, show me how you did it."

"No, she chose."

"I chose?" Y/n asked, getting to her feet. "You wanna know what happened? All three of us were on our knees, he told me to choose but I was so torn from seeing you die that I couldn't comprehend what he said. So he said it again, and I told him to shoot me. And you know what he did?"

She stepped closer, "He laughed, he pointed the gun at her and said "Wrong choice" then he shot her."

Slade looked at her, he could see the tears in her eyes as well as what she was saying was the truth.

"I didn't choose Shadow, he did."

Y/n was expecting I'm to put down his weapon and let her go free, but that wasn't the case.

"I don't care." He said. "If you hadn't chosen yourself, Shadow would still be dead."

Slade turned to the man who killed her. "Is that how you pointed the gun?"

"Y-yes."

Slade suddenly sliced the man's hand off, taking Y/n by surprise.

"Take him out of here."

Y/n watched them drag him away as Slade slowly came towards her. "You love me." He whispered.

Her heart sank at his words, "How-"

"Oliver told me."

"When?"

"Two days before I died."

Y/n felt small and helpless as he got even closer, towering over her.

"You would've chosen Shadow anyway, because you were jealous of her. You hated her didn't you? Because she had my love and you didn't."

"That's not true, Slade. I didn't hate her, she was my friend."

"No, I bet you were happy to see her die. Only to remember I was gone as well."

"This is the Mirakuru talking isn't it? You're not acting like yourself, the Slade I know wouldn't blame me for Shadows death!"

"It is your fault!"

"Then kill me! Then fuckin kill me!"

Slade shook his head, and began circling her. "No, you cannot die until you have suffered the same way I have suffered. Until you have felt every single shred of pain I have."

He got close to her once again, she could feel his hot breath against her neck.

"I won't kill you, until you feel complete despair. And you will...I promise."

To be continued...

I hope you enjoyed ❤️

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #slade wilson #slade wilson x reader #slade wilson x Fem reader #requested #deathstroke #death stroke x reader #slade Wilson x y/n #slade wilson x you #arrow slade wilson #slade wilson arrow

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Ok I cannot stop seeing MAWS Slade as a fuckboy, can you please do something with him and a fem!reader I beg! I know I'm down bad but I don't care lmao.

Honestly never thought I'd get an ask like this but since you sent it in Anon and you seem kinda desperate (in a cute way) I'll give this to you.

Pairing: Slade Wilson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, flirting, hook-ups, sex to destress, rough sex, possessive sex, sneaking out, post-mission sex

A/N: I think Slade was always a fuckboy, we just always saw him in his older days. I really wanna know where this version of him goes though.

Fuckboy!Slade who doesn't care what time of day or night it is, when he's horny he will find someone to fuck. He has you on the top of his list of sex friends because you never ask many questions about his missions, you don't need to know the details, all you need is to make sure he feels good when he visits you.

Fuckboy!Slade who never tells you when his next mission is because it's none of your business. You learned not to ask anyways. All that's important when he gets to your place is to fuck him as fast and as hard as possible because neither of you know when his next mission will be.

Fuckboy!Slade who doesn't bother with foreplay. Or rather there's no time for it. The moment he calls you you're already getting ready to receive his cock. Of course this goes both ways and you might get your mouth on his cock at some point during the encounter but it's never in the first round of sex.

Fuckboy!Slade who has a lot of photos of the two of you in his private phone. He loves when people give him attention but only on his own terms. The moment you try to take control away from him while you're fucking is the moment you see why he's one of the most dangerous men in the business. That too has it's advantages, secretly it is your way of taking control, you know exactly how he'll react.

Fuckboy!Slade who will brag about his sexual experience to you while you're bouncing on his cock. He loves to push your buttons and what better way then with a little competition? You need to show him why you're at the top his fucklist. You need to make him come harder then anyone else can.

Fuckboy!Slade who will embrace you, if only for a few minutes a night when you're done. He uses people for pleasure yes but he can be gentle too... when the sex was good that is. He never talks about this side of him and neither do you. In the grand scheme of things a few minutes of aftercare and making sure you're okay won't change much between the two of you.

Fuckboy!Slade who fucks you like he is the only one for you every single time. When he leaves he wants you to remember his cock well. Every time you put a toy or your fingers up your pussy he wants to be sure that it's his cock you're imagining fucking you. You have no idea if he's only like this with you or not but it is something that you've noticed about him,

Fuckboy!Slade who only speaks a few words to you when he's leaving. He tells you that it was fun, he tells you what he liked, he tells you that you were sexy, but he never mentions anything related to his actual feelings or yours. To let feelings into this would be the moment his entire persona falls apart and he cannot afford that right now, not with the kinds of things he does.

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c-nstantine · 7 months

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Slade & Black!Batsis

let's talk about Slade & Black!Batsis real quick.... i might make this a fic

Slade & Black!Batsis who began dating when she was about twenty-six. She didn't know he was Slade at first, she just thought that he was a Dilf with an eye patch.

Slade & Black!Batsis but Slade knew that she was Bruce's daughter and he did have interest in her as a ploy. He quickly changed his mind because he wanted to know more about her. Something made him be drawn to her.

Slade & Black!Batsis who argued when Batsis when she found who he was. She didn't speak to him for like two weeks and he tried everything to get her to talk to him again. He gave her flowers, Chanel shoes, Gucci purses, etc.

Slade & Black!Batsis when she does start talking to him again, he is doing everything but getting on his knees for her. It's kind of sweet to see one of the world's deadliest assassins begging for the attention of this woman.

Slade & Black!Batsis start dating again but this time she makes him promise not to take any jobs that would affect her family. He promises, and for the entire time that they are dating, that's true.

Slade & Black!Batsis who fuck all of their problems away. Half the time, Slade doesn't want to fight with her so he just agrees with her and promises to treat her right in bed.

Slade & Black!Batsis who regularly has dinner with her brothers, mainly to make sure Slade isn't using her for devious purposes. I mean he is, just not the one that they're thinking of.

Slade & Black!Batsis with Slade hating anytime that Y/N is being bratty. He can't stand her attitude sometimes but he just knows that means that he hasn't fucked her in a while. So he makes sure to fuck her slowly and gently over and over again until she's reminded that he does care about her.

Slade & Black!Batsis who fucked at a Wayne Gala in the bathroom. Slade blames Y/N for it because she just had to wear a dress that required no panties, no bra, and had a high slit.

Slade & Black!Batsis who doesn't let her move on easily. They break up, and he literally stalks who she is seen with next and interrupts her date. He whispers in her ear about how this guy couldn't treat or right or love her, and somehow she ended up in his sheets.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black!batsis #black reader #x black!batsis #slade wilson x black reader #slade wilson x black!reader #slade wilson x reader #deathstroke x black!reader #c-nstantine

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allzelemonz · 23 days

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Breaking Point: Slade Wilson X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: dubious consent, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, sparing, violence, groping, clothed older man and naked younger man, power imbalance, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, sex toys, prostate massager, somnophilia, fucked so hard you pass out, forehead kisses, cuddling Summary: Showing weakness during training has consequences.

The floor is cold against your back when you hit it. Not even a second passes before a heavy boot presses hard into your chest, pinning you down and agitating the bruise already there. You grab at it uselessly and it just presses down harder.

“How many times are you gonna fall, kid?”

You look up at Slade, finding his good eye glaring down at you in disappointment. “I just—“

”You suck.” He digs his heel down against your bruised skin. “I didn’t take you in to make you a failure.”

You try hard not to show weakness, or make any noises of pain. “It’s been hours, Master.”

Slade moves his foot off. There’s a fleeting moment where you think he’s listening, but it’s squashed when the steel toe of his boot connects with your side. A noise escapes your throat before you can stop it and you curl in on yourself by instinct. But Slade grabs your shoulders, shoving you onto your stomach and digging his knee into your back.

“If you think you can be this pathetic and do your job then you’re dumber than I thought.” He yanks your arms back, tying them together with his belt. “You need a lesson in stamina, kid. You think Nightwing gets tired? Batman? Green Arrow? No. They don’t.”

You don’t resist him. Doing so would be a good way to earn yourself more pain, so you lay there waiting for whatever lesson he has.

“Since you’re so damn tired of sparring, we’ll try something else.” Slade mutters. “More than one way to make you last, kid.”

His hands on your hips aren’t overly alarming, neither is the tugging down of your pants. Slade’s done a lot to train you, he’s seen every inch of you at this point. You only feel the panic set in when his hand actually squeezes your bare ass, his thumb running along the split of cheeks.

“Slade?” Your voice shakes and you want to hit yourself for it.

“Quiet.” He snaps. “Be a good runt and learn something.”

His thumb presses inside, dry and burning. You bite your lip, trying not to make a sound because showing weakness is only going to make everything worse. He rubs softly around the rim, pressing in on occasion as if he’s assessing. Your tense muscles relax when he pulls away and you let yourself breathe, still aware of him kneeling behind you. You try not to shake as your head swims with questions and explanations. Slade’s never touched you like this. He’s manhandled you, beaten you, starved you, all in the name of training. But this is a new line he’s crossing.

His hand settles on your hip and his knee nudges your legs apart. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your forehead to the cool floor as you try to prepare your mind for what’s happening. His fingers rub against your rim, now cold and slick. He presses inside, one finger rubbing around and moving slowly. Then two, scissoring and stretching. Then three, thrusting and curling. You bite your lip through it all, not daring to make a sound.

“You’re doing good, kid.” Slade mutters, taking his fingers out. “This is about your stamina and not whining, so keep it up.”

“Okay…” You breathe out, trying not to think about the feeling of pleasure shooting through you and the hardness laying against your stomach.

You feel him press against you, tip resting on your rim. His hand grips your hip tightly, thumb rubbing your skin almost in a soothing way. “No weakness, kid.”

Then he presses in all at once. You grit your teeth, arching your back as you press your head into the ground and try to handle the feeling of your mentor inside of you. He feels massive, splitting you open like it’s nothing and making needles of pain shoot through you. But when he moves it starts to feel good again, pleasurable dragging making your legs shake around him and thrusts hitting deep and making you have to bite your lip again to not moan his name.

“Shit, you’re tight, kid.” He mutters, hips slapping into you at a steady pace now.

You have to bring your hand up to your mouth to bite down on it because he’s just so much. Slade knew the belt would never last as a restraint anyway, you know he’s not so doubtful of your skills to think you can’t escape something so simple. The pleasure of him filling you over and over, his hips slapping into yours with such lewd sounds, the way his hands grip at your hips like he’s done with your arm with the pressure makes you drop your sword, everything drives you crazy. It’s like he was made to fuck into you, every slide filling perfectly and hitting deep inside in a way that makes shivers shoot up your spine. He tugs your hips back, propping you up to quicken his thrusts, and you have to bite hard into your hand not to make a sound at the feeling.

“You last as long as you can.” Slade orders. “This is still a lesson.”

You manage a weak nod, not trusting your voice.

He chuckles, leaning over you to blow on your ear. “Such a mess, aren’t you, kid? Can’t even talk with me inside you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, nearly screaming against your hand in frustration. It doesn’t help your efforts when Slade moves his hand under you to stroke your dick with his bruising pace. His hand feels like fire and ice all at once, tugging unforgivingly with only precum as an aide. You finally fall apart, unable to stop it as it hits you like a truck. Your legs tremble, arms giving out as you fall forward. Slade doesn’t stop, only chuckling as you release over his hand and onto the floor. With every thrust in now, a whine escapes your throat from oversensitivity. You can barely feel your arms enough to try and muffle yourself.

Slade made you cum harder than you ever have in your life.

And he doesn’t stop.

His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and pressing your cheek down against the floor as he continues to hammer away at you. After training and being so deeply used, your body’s exhaustion begins to take over. Your eyes flutter closed, growing used to the rhythm of Slade slamming into you as it essentially rocks you to sleep.

When your mind finds itself again, the first thing you sense is the warmth of pleasure. Your eyes blink open slowly, vision bleary as you take in your surroundings. You’re in a bed, not yours, but what you can guess it’s Slade’s. The covers are pulled over you as you lay on your side, a warm, soft feeling against your back and steady arms wrapped around you. But, most obvious, is the vibration digging against your prostate.

“Awake, kid?” He asks, tightening his arms around your waist.

“Yeah…” You croak, voice broken and scratchy.

“Understand the lesson?”

You have to clench your legs from the needles of pleasure as he presses the massager flush against your prostate. It squelches as it’s moved and you can only guess it’s pushing out Slade’s spend as it moves deeper into you.

“You’re not allowed to give up, kid.” He whispers in your ear. “I don’t care if we’ve been training for hours, days, weeks, you don’t get to stop. You pass out, you get used.” His hand reaches down, roughly grabbing your balls and you can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain anymore as you grit your teeth. “So you stay the hell awake, you train your ass off, and you behave like a protege worth my time.”

“Yes, sir.” You manage through gasps.

He releases you, moving his hand to hold your hip as he slides the massager out. “I’ll admit, you did good.” He mutters as if he doesn’t want to say it. “You came maybe fourteen times, I’d be surprised if your balls got anything left, kid.”

The weakness in your body makes much more sense now, the ache in your ass and the prickling at your balls. “How… how many did you—”

“You wore me out after five, kid.” Slade chuckles, standing and stretching. “But I’m not as young, I have higher expectations for you.”

He tugs the covers up to your shoulders, his hand brushing your hair back in strokes. When you look up at him you see something soft about his eye. He leans down and you close your eyes as he presses his lips to your forehead. It’s warm and soft unlike everything else, like when he patches your wounds after training.

But, then again, this is part of training now.

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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The Cost of Power (Romantic)

Ok listen, Professor Venomous from ok ko is super hot and like I really like his character so I thought, what if I made a y/n based off of him in dc. Even more big brain idea of them being a weapons supplier to villains and those villains eventually gaining feelings

I left y/n in this gender neutral and the whole thing of professor venomous having purple skin up to reader interpretation of y/n having that feature or not

Btw in this y/n is confident in their abilites but has some deep rooted insecurities about doing better and getting power to make themself feel secure. Their also kinda an oblivious lil bitch cause of that lol

If y’all like this I’ll make more with more villains and some platonic stuff. also send in suggestions for some villains if you'd like

In a world that has super hero’s and villains of wild proportions, gifted with powers of all kinds it’s easy to be cast aside when you are not to their standard

You were a hero once, part of the few gifted with powers beyond anyone’s wildest dreams

It was great, you were happy helping people and the adrenaline that came with the job

Fuck, you even worked with the god Damn justice league of all people. Everything had seemed to finally be good in your life

But even with that there was always doubt in the back of your mind

You could do better, sure you were a good hero but not a great one despite how much people tried to convince you of it

You could’ve done more to save others, your powers would never be good enough to be compared to the others no matter how much your worked

You felt inadequate in your own skin, in your own suit, with your powers

In some ways you felt stupid for feeling that way, Batman and Green arrow didn’t have powers and they were just fine

But it just kept simmering and simmering for you until a breaking point

You tried making a machine to help enhance your abilities, it was meant to push them to the next level as to make you more effective

To finally get rid of that stupid voice in the back of your mind

But it backfired badly, really badly

It ended up getting rid of your powers all together and nearly killed you in the process

You were powerless again, like you’d felt all your life until you became a hero

You were useless now

At best you’d maybe be put on tech support but why would they do that when they have someone like cyborg or Batman with his gadgets

So you left

You left your half vaporized and shredded uniform and gave up on being a hero until you’d be able to create a cure

Luckily no one knew your identity nor did you know theirs so you migrated into base where you began developing equipment

It went on like this for about a year until you needed money and you decided to sell some weapons

And Bane ended up buying from you

You justified it at first, that you’d make up for it when you got your powers back

But eventually it felt good…really good

And then you began selling to other villains and saw the demand they had for your schematics and machines

You felt powerful again, infact you felt more powerful than you did with your powers

And that’s where you realized that you don’t need powers to have power

All you needed was to create a supply and demand plus build partnerships with other certain people

And you were golden

As mentioned earlier Bane is your first buyer of all people

And thus the first to gain feelings for you

It’s a slow thing at first as it is for the other villains as well

What hooks his attention is your intelligence which is sadly a hard trait to find in the underworld

Your smart like him, frighteningly so

You create intricately made schematics and beautifully crafted machinery that helps enhance his venom

You even make the containers and tubes hooked up to him more durable

He likes that he can hold a conversation with you and can talk deeply about subjects which interest both him and you

For instance the topic of power

You respect him quite a bit, especially when learning of his childhood

And the respect is also mutual from him as well since he knows there more to you than meets the eye

Your a mystery to everyone, one that’s carefully crafted and sculpted from shadows and vague rumours

One in which he finds himself enraptured in as he begins to become more and more interested in you on a personal level

At some point while you adjust your new enhancements on him the talks become personal

And he finds himself leaning into your precise touch

And shit

Well he didn’t intend to end up this way but he can’t say that the feeling of his heart racing isn’t nice

It’s at this point when he realizes his feelings that he makes subtle moves

Like he pays a bit more than what was asked for, always writing it off as a tip for you excellent work

Giving you pet names in Spanish that have certain connotations

Hell, he even promises you protection should you need it along with promising that if you got into trouble he’d bail you out by force

The poor man is dropping hints faster than flies dropping from the sky due to a chemical leak

But you don’t catch on due to you thinking no one would actually like you other than in a business partnership way due to your still lingering insecurities

But dear god he’s getting real fed up with how you aren’t catching on at all

For as smart as you are, your kinda oblivious to everyone’s advances

Like he’s been calling you nicknames in Spanish with romantic connotations and you don’t bat an eye at it even though he knows you know Spanish?!!?

Don’t be surprised next you come over and see an indent in the wall from him bashing his head against it in fucking frustration

Though he presumes that also is something he enjoys with you, how despite your intelligence your still a emotionally stoic genius

He 100% uses the fact he bought from you first and knew you the longest to all the others after your cold unbeating heart

He really likes stirring the pot especially when seeing how pissed off he can make others

Oh it’s so fun to toy with them until they break

And he intends to do that until he’s the last one in this race standing though unfortunately that will be hard for him to do considering everyone else is just as invested in it

Slade is another bunch of your clients that buys your weapons quite frequently

He likes your work along with the fact that your punctual

Your never late nor do you waste time on bullshit to get to the point of the conversation

After spending a long time with people skirting around details and dilly dallying he finds it nice

Your just to the point and you don’t disguise your motives

Along with that your prices are fair and your weapons are worth it

You meet in secluded places with him, handing him over the weapons safely stored in a bag as he transfers the money to you

It’s during one of these meets though that it’s interrupted by some random thugs

Before he can even point blank shoot them you just take out the weapon from its case and takes care of them

Just blam

While he’s standing there thinking about how attractive that was lol

“We’ll I guess we can consider that a weapon test if your still interested in buying”

Yeah…seeing you absolutely decimate some poor fools with you own weapon, lab coat fluttering in the wind really hits something in him

And gets worse as times goes on and those private meets spaces end up eventually taking place in his apartment where he offers coffee (that you desperately need)

Slade goes through like 7 stages of denial and then accepts it one day as he realizes that others are after you too

It kinda gets worse when Rose ended up there once while you were advertising some new sniper scope and you suddenly go from stoic and emotionless to gently patching her up

And while he has a strained relationship with her at best he still cares for her more than he’d like to admit

And seeing that you care for kids and took to patching her wounds with care and a certain gentleness in your voice just kinda hits him hard and hrrnnnnjajajajajsjn

(👆🏻his brain)

He gets really competitive with everyone else cause when he has his sights set on something/someone he ain’t letting down easily

Meanwhile Rose is just watching from the sidelines. Like she may dislike her dad heavily but after the few encounters she’s had with you she likes you

So she’s kinda silently hoping that something good comes out of this

Either way she gets to watch him get stressed from half your clientele feeling the same way he does lol

At one point he legit asks you out on a date and you misinterpret that as “a work date where you can tell me of your newest items on the market”

Safe to say he’s a bit salty after that especially when he’s now been roped into buying a new rifle (though he does admit he needed a new one anyways)

What makes it worse is that he swears your flirting with him sometimes? Or at least you sound like your flirting with how you phrase shit and the tone of voice you use

Maybe he’s looking too much into your words but why must you say such hot evil shit

Plus your damn lab coat and black turtleneck combo is so fine

You don’t even know the hold you have on this man lol

Has 100% offered to give you a discount for any of his services should you need it

Like taking out competition but you just say you want to crush them via taking all their buyers yourself and watch them get panicky

by god he respects that sentiment and you get a good hardy chuckle out of him

While Harley and Ivy are a bit more relaxed than they were before their relationship that still doesn’t mean they don’t want to check out your stock especially since you also make stuff for plants

And of course ivy eats that up and Harley eats it up as well since it makes Ivy super happy

As they say happy wife girlfriend happy life

But as they casually shop from you Harley and Ivy begin to find your company quite fun!

You kinda begin to act as a counterbalance to Harley’s wild ideas and Ivy’s more controlled ones

You Find a middle ground for both of them in most situations and inventions made specifically for them

It’s then that they begin inviting you to their apartment, a place where you unwind a bit from the stress of everything

You’ve spent many a nights planning and building and selling so it’s nice to just relax and watch a movie with them

To watch a schlocky horror film sandwiched between the two women as you hold a popcorn bowl in your lap

Hyenas curled near your feet

Unsurprisingly they both kinda start catching feelings and both are much more in-tuned with their emotions than most other suitors and catch on quick that they got feelings

Now the thing about them as well is that both communicate with one another and when they both realize that the feeling is mutual they both decide might as well

These bi queens are working together on this but you ignore the signs cause a) their in a relationship with one another they couldn’t possibly like me and b) their just really affectionate with me cause I’m their friend

Honestly instead of frustrating them it just makes Harley laugh cause like “Puddin your smart but not that smart”

Both of them bond with you over the fact that they’ve also got high educations themselves!. Ivy in particular cause she give good tips on how to make your machines eco friendly

Listen you may be a criminal with morally grey sense of ethics but your not a complete asshole

Harley shows her interest through affection so be prepared for a lot of hugs, hand holding and even some kisses on the cheek if your comfortable with it

Giving you cheek kisses is hilarious to her cause how the fuck are you not catching on and it also pisses off the boys

She also LOVES nicknames. Once she’s friends with you she ain’t ever calling you by your name again, it’s just nicknames galore from then on out

As a sign of trust she actually asks you to look after bud and Lou (her hyenas) when she and ivy go away for whatever reason

At this point the two are big puppies around you and you have a soft spot for the two balls of spotted fur

At some point Harley kinda subconsciously psycho analyzes you just out of habit

And by doing that she kinda figured out that your inability to see all the hints thrown your way by several people stems from some insecurities

She’s not certain what caused said insecurities but she gets the sense that due to something in the past you can’t see others perceiving yourself as anything other than an ally or a necessity

You enjoy the feeling of being relied on and the power that comes with being in such a position but can’t distinguish and justify when others seek more than just what you offer resource wise

…she may be reading more inbetween the lines but it kinda worries her a lot

Especially since she doesn’t know what might’ve caused you to think of yourself in such a way

But she keeps that to herself and Ivy, instead focusing on doing her best to make you happy and help you catch a hint

Ivy on the other hand shows affection Via gift giving and words of affirmation

She gifts you small plants and succulents that you now keep in your lab, properly watered and cared for

They also serve as a subconscious sign for your to look after yourself as well

They stand out well against the cold purple tinted steel, vibrant green’s brining in a sense of life to the place

Your base up until that point had always been…lifeless. Nothing personalized there but with Ivy’s gifts they help give the place something that had been missing

Along with plants she also gifts a lot of skin care and general health goods as an extra little thing

She also compliments you a lot, saying how great you look and how great your inventions are

She really enjoys when she can see the smallest bit of pride swell up in your eyes as you thank her

Both find it hilarious when you say or do something vaguely flirty but don’t realize it until they say and you get all flustered

They also say “no it’s ok, in fact say more” and you take it as a joke not knowing their 100% serious

Harvey and Two-face once bought from you and had intended to have it as a one time thing but once meeting up with you had decided to change their mind via coin flip

What had gotten both their attentions was the sense of duality that they saw in you

More so how they got the sense you weren’t like this once upon a time but something in you changed

Just like Harvey

So they continue to buy from you, trying to kinda figure you out while also enjoying the supplies you sell

You treat them as their own separate entities, not thinking of one as the “good” side nor one as the “bad” side

Harvey himself engages and enjoys the activities egged on by Two-face, releasing his self control to not act on his every thought

The only thing with Harvey is that he feels the guilt afterwards and still sometimes prefers to work stuff out somewhat civilly if the situation calls for it

He likes you can see the difference, that he isn’t designated as “good” like most do with him

You talk with him about law, but more specifically the best legal loopholes he knows of which makes him laugh

It’s honestly been a long while since someone talked to him, to Harvey

You don’t bring up what happened to him as to not be insensitive but you do ask him about his favourite cases he’s worked on

Ones that specifically caught his eye or had the most batshit (pun intended) insane stuff that happened in it

His favourite one he told you was the one involving the theft of a car which somehow ended up turning into something completely ridiculous and somehow had a circus involved

Your laugh makes something bubble up in him, genuine joy from feeling seen along with making you smile despite the bags he’s sees under your eyes

You remind him of himself in more ways than one in both good and bad. Something that makes him worry

Back in his collage days he obsessively worked, studied and if it weren’t for Bruce he’d likely never actually socialize with anyone much

And he sees that with how your obsessed with your craft but also the fact you seem to be trying to prove yourself to someone (though he guesses that someone is yourself)

He’s always been a good judge of character, being district attorney does that to you along with being able to see through people

And he sees some deep rooted issues

You try, and try and your confident in your abilities but you keep pushing yourself. Like an eternal hunger, one which he felt once before as he tried to do better, to take on as many cases as possible to help more and more people

Wait why does he care so much….oh shi-

Yeah so he kinda blanks once he realizes this, full on fucking blue screen as your talking one day and then Two-face takes over absolutely cackling at Harvey finally fucking realizing what he’s know for like an entire month now

Two-face on the other hand knows what he wants and once he realizes that’s you he’s already buckled into this roller coaster and ain’t prepared to leave midway through

He digs deep into getting to know you, what makes you tick and trying to see the sides in which you try to bury away

You somewhat open up after some prying from him, what can he say? He’s good with words

Especially since Harvey knew how to butter people up good

You mention a bit about childhood, having nothing and not having control of your life, not having and power over it.

And then you had it and things were great. But the the doubt began to set in, you felt inferior to everyone else and in trying to get to their level you lost everything

You can deprive someone of something like good food and they wouldn’t crave it until they got a taste of it. And once they do they can’t go back to the shit they are before

Which is what had happened to you

But now your role here has given you back that again, that control and security which you now need more than anything

For who are we all if not creature that crave more

Well uh that was a lot but he can’t say he’s surprised much

Both of them really like your confidence, but Two-face especially finds it to be fun

Seeing you quite literally strut past his goons and place down your briefcase on his desk is really a sight he finds amusing

He also finds himself surprisingly soft when you do not fear staring at his “half” of Harvey. You don’t flinch at the slight of charred and burned skin nor the slight hint of burnt flesh that lingers

you don’t even seem to hesitate shaking his hand, something most would shy away from doing

It feels nice just being treated like he isn’t Frankenstein’s monster, a creation that should’ve been destroyed rather than created

Unlike the others I see both Harvey and Two-Face not really being big on making their feelings for you known

They’d bother rather stay on the sidelines as others squabble as they use that time to get closer

In that sense their much more subtle with their shared approach

But both of them have their own ways of expressing interest.

For Harvey’s his is more traditionally Romantic gestures, something he kinda picked up on from Bruce’s many endeavours and stories of how he charmed yet another woman

He writes you notes, formal yet genuine sentiment leaking into every word written on old yellowed paper

Perhaps even some gifts of Designer pieces of clothing he’d thought you’d like

Excusing it as “it didn’t fit us” or “just thought you’d like it”

He honestly gets a bit finicky when gifting these to you and whatever confidence he had slips away like sand between his fingertips

It only gets worse when you smile and accept it from him

Two-face on the other hand is more practical in his affection

Straight on telling you to your face that your attractive in both personality and looks

And supplying you with imports of supplies you need

#romantic #dc x reader #dc villains x reader #bane x reader #Slade x reader #Slade Wilson x reader #Harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x reader #two face x reader #Harvey dent x reader #Professor y/n

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flying-nightwing · 1 year

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Tango à Deux

Hi 👉👈 I hope you enjoy this one <3 I had fun writing it :)

Also, Nightshade!batsis is always somewhere between 25-30 years old (unless specified otherwise).

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Slade Wilson x batsis!reader (Nightshadeverse)

Word count: 4561

Warnings: 16+ content, swear words (a lot of 'em), heated making out

Summary: Hey, thoughts on a Batsis! (Or Supersis!) reader caught making out with Deathstroke of all people?

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“I think he saw me”

“You think he did?”

“Yep, saw me. Made eye contact and lifted his glass”

“Well that’s just superb”

“I mean, we knew he would spot us eventually but I didn’t think it would be this quick”

“Dick, it was announced everywhere we'd be here, and we're currently very visible on the balcony like this. So yeah. Slade would have found us instantly. And he knows we’re observing him now, so we can’t lose sight of him for a fraction of a second”

“What is he even doing here?”

“I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's on a contract”

“Wow, really helpful, thanks”

“Hey, you asked–”

“Don't even start with that”

Your eyes went back and forth between Tim and Dick as they spiraled down, sipping your champagne. You refrained from pointing out to Tim that Slade had moved across the room to sit at the bar while he argued with Dick.

Tim rolled his eyes and Dick shook his head.

“Anyway. Moving on. Since he already knows we’re here, should we move to confront now?”

You sighed loudly, reminding your brothers you were still, in fact, right beside them. “It's funny how two of the most brilliant strategists I know turn into headless chickens as soon as Slade Wilson makes an appearance. What's so special about him that it makes you lose your mind like this anyway?”

They both looked at you like you had grown another head. Of course you knew who Slade Wilson was, and most importantly, what he was capable of. You had never gone toe to toe with the man yourself, but you knew he was a formidable foe whose prowess could easily rival your family's, and you knew that he could probably break your spine in half without really trying. Still, from up on the balcony, he didn't seem so threatening.

“You're joking right?” Dick asked, disbelief written all over his face.

You shrugged. “Doesn't seem like much to me”

“That's because you never fought him” Tim shook his head. “We'll come up with a plan, okay? We'll ambush him and drive him away–”

You rolled your eyes and let out an even louder sigh than before, effectively interrupting Tim. “There's really no need to cause a scene, boys”

“And what is your amazing plan then?” He raised an eyebrow. “Because he will make a scene if it’s not air tight”

“He’s right,” Dick nodded. “Going in like this is reckless and dangerous”

“Not if I go alone, it won’t be” You replied. “Trust me, okay?”

“Tiny wing,” He warned. “I know Slade, he’s not going to make this easy, not for one of us”

“Well, you know what they say” You knocked back your remaining champagne and shoved your glass into Dick's hands, then pivoted on the ball of your feet and made your way to the grand stairway. You paused after a few steps away, sending them a smug smirk over your shoulder. “Never send a man to do a woman's job”

You left them behind, stunned and confused by your choice of words. Then, just as you were about to be out of earshot, you heard Dick yell after you in half panic, half realization. “Wait, what do you mean by a woman’s job?”

You snickered under your breath at the sheer alarm in his voice, then sobered up your expression and masked all traces of anything but a polite façade. You easily slipped back into your Wayne heir role, greeting people as you passed them and smiling politely as was expected of you.

You finally made your way to the bar, spotting the silver hair and broad shoulders of your target. You made a show of sliding in the free seat next to him and flagged a waiter. His head turned slightly to the side, his one good eyes burning into you as you ordered your drink. He knew you knew he was watching you, but you kept your eyes forward, feigning to ignore him completely. Only once you received your drink did he speak.

“They resorted to sending the B team?” He asked, then gave a little unimpressed scoff. “Whatever you are up to, little bird, it won’t work”

You smiled for a second, electing to let his comment about being the B team slide as not to play his game. Still not looking at him, you folded the napkin in from of you into a neat triangle “You know, it is very rude not to ask the host of this soirée to a dance”

From the corner of your eye, you saw him pause to register your words. He took his sweet time to answer. “You're not hosting this”

You shrugged. “I financed it. Same difference”

“Daddy's money” He corrected. “Daddy's money financed it”

You finally turned your head in his direction and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Under my request”

He held eye contact for a good half of a minute, then scoffed and took a sip of his drink. He placed the glass back on the coaster and shook his head. “I would have believed your dancing card would be full by now” He said after a moment. “So many… tasteful men must have already asked you to accompany them”

“Ah yes, I suppose enough did to keep me busy all evening” Amusement danced in your eyes. “But perhaps I find them too tasteful for my liking, I wouldn't want busy to become boring”

He gave you a long look, as if appraising you for the first time. He adjusted his position in his seat. “You know, you’re coming off as pretty annoying. Coming right up to me and making demands like that”

The corners of your lips curved up in a subtle grin. “I prefer the term relentless”

“Oh, and she’s got vocabulary too” His tone turned condescending. Yet, he kept engaging with you instead of just leaving, as he should have done in the first place. “Where’d you learn that, prep school for rich brats?”

“Yeah, you should go someday, maybe they could do something with you too” You took another sip as his good eye narrowed, a careful annoyance brewing behind his brooding stare. “Y’know, find yourself better insults than ‘rich brat’. Frankly, it’s been overdone”

Oh yeah, if he didn’t want to throttle you to the sun before, he definitely did now.

“You’ve got a pretty mouth on you, kid” He took a deep breath and finished the rest of his drink. “But somebody’s gonna shut it for you permanently if you don’t learn to be more careful who you use it against”

“Many have tried, just as many have failed” You sighed. “If only there was something you could do about it. Something I made very obvious in the very first words I spoke to you”

His jaw clenched and you didn’t even try to conceal the glee it brought to you to rile him up this way. Yeah, he could kill you before anyone could stop him, but even he wasn’t as stupid to openly kill the princess of Gotham, especially not in front of your two brothers who anxiously watched his every move. Dealing with the whole batch of bats sounded like a headache and an effective way to never be left alone for the rest of his life. So he bit his cheek and decided to indulge in this game of yours a little bit longer.

“You’re not gonna leave until you get a fucking dance, are you?”

You laughed in a short, melodic tone that took him by surprise. “No, I don’t think I am”

He grumbled and got out of his seat, offering you his arm. Gotcha. “Be careful what you wish for, Miss Wayne”

With satisfaction written all over your face, you slid out of your seat and linked your arm with his. As he led you to the dancefloor, the pair of you attracted stares from all over the room. Slade was a handsome man, and the suit that previously allowed him to blend in with the crowd now made him stand out as a wealthy and classy older bachelor. If only they could see him in his other suit, you thought. Then perhaps they would stare for a completely different reason.

The live band took notice of your arrival in the middle of the dancefloor and began to play a rather high tempo valse carrying a melody in minor notes that made you feel like you were in one of those dramatic movies. With a stiff hand on your waist and the other in a cold grasp around yours, you began to spin around with the other couples that had joined in, gliding around them like they weren't even there. From truly up close like you were right now, Slade was much more impressive. His strong frame only added to his already intimidating height; you could almost see the seams of his jacket straining around his shoulders. You had never really paid attention to how attractive he was before tonight, but having him right here in front of you, you couldn't help but gratuitously check him out.

“Something interesting about my neck, miss Wayne?” He didn't even look at you when he spoke, choosing instead to do a visual swipe of the room.

“Hm, simply admiring the view, that's all” You replied easily before a wicked grin took over your expression. “Why, are you afraid I might bite it off?”

He finally gave you a deadpan look. “You're not ready for this fight, kid”

“Easy tiger, I was joking” You rolled your eyes. “... Unless that's something you're into”

You could feel his muscles go rigid for a second by the way his hands tightened around yours like a reflex, before he masked his reaction. When he met your eyes again, the annoyance was back ten folds.

“Resorting to flirting to extract knowledge from your target?” He asked, unimpressed, then scoffed. “How juvenile and predictable”

You tilted your head to the side. “And what would I want to know?”

He opened his mouth to reply, then closed it almost instantly. You smirked.

“I know you're here for a target” You filled his silence. He kept his expression neutral. “I could ask who they are, but I hardly care, to be honest. Most of these are rich assholes, and they suck”

“Yet you are one one them” He tsked.

“Astute observation” You made a mocking face, then faked a gasp. “Am I your target?”

He spun you in a circle, making your dress flow beautifully around you, and brought you flush against his chest. He leaned forward until his mouth hovered above your ear. “You'd already be dead if I was here for you”

He then took a step back to regain a respectful distance and kept going. You let yourself be guided for a few seconds afterwards, lightheaded from the quick sequence of action that had just happened. Somehow, the way he said those words activated the primal part of your brain, and for some reason, you found it incredibly hot. Ignoring the fact that you were now threading in dangerous territory, you forced yourself out of your daze and focused on the task at hand.

“My my, Mr. Wilson, you do know how to talk to a lady” You teased, but there was a breathlessness in your voice that undoubtedly didn't go unnoticed by him. For the first time of the night, smugness and satisfaction shone quietly in his good eye. “Be still my heart”

“So you weren't just being poetic when you said tasteful men bored you” He remarked. “I wasn't quite expecting that of the famous princess of Gotham, although I should have. You're most acquainted with violence, after all”

“If only you knew half of it…” You trailed off as the song came to an end.

Yet, he didn't release you nor did he walk away. The next song began and you easily fell into the rhythm as if you had practiced the steps together a thousand times.

“Color me intrigued”

“Now, now, Mr. Wilson” You clicked your tongue at him. “This hardly seems fair, that I'm the only one to reveal information like this, don't you think?”

His chuckle was devoid of actual humour as he realized where you had been leading him all along. You had carefully roped him in his own curiosity and he had willingly jumped into the net. “Devious little minx”

You grinned. “I propose a simple exchange. A secret for a name”

You didn't have to specify which name, it was already a given. How much money was worth his target anyway? Nothing that was significant in the grand scheme of things; nothing he would notice in his already overflowing bank account. However, it seemed the little bat he had yet to meet before tonight was an interesting character, to say the least. He first thought you to be this annoyingly chirpy bird like Grayson, always righteous and perfectly golden… Until you weren't. He didn't have you quite figured out yet, but you were the kind of trouble that if left unchecked, could become a real problem.

He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to see it all unfold.

“A secret for a name” He repeated with a hum, then gave you a stern look. “You better make it good, because that's half a mil you now owe me”

“I'll personally hand deliver you a check for that amount if you deem I wasted your time”

“I'll hold you to that, Miss Wayne” He said before directing his attention to the balcony, where your brothers still watched you. Once they made eye contact, Slade mouthed the name Andreas Barletti, and your brothers were off in a second. “Hope they’ve got him out by the time we’re done here, or I’m going after him anyway”

“I’m certain we won’t get to that point, Mr. Wilson” You replied. “My brothers are quite efficient when a life is at stakes, I’m sure you know it as well as I do”

“Unfortunately I do” He said as he pulled you into another spin, slipping calculatedly between two elderly couples. You barely grazed them as you passed them, gracefully gliding across the floor. “Now you better make good on your promise”

“Of course” You smiled. “I’ll even be so nice as to let you choose which kind of secret you want to know. Would you be interested in some prime blackmail material on any of these gentlemen in the room tonight? Perhaps dirty laundry on their wives? Buried fiscal scandals that could crumble an empire or two? Or maybe I could be extra nice for your willing cooperation and offer to reveal a secret somewhat of a… personal nature?”

“Personal?” He raised an eyebrow. “This doesn’t seem very smart from a strategic standpoint. But if you’re offering…” He paused as he dipped you low and brought you back flush to him. “Then I’d rather learn something I could use against you one day”

“A man of vision, I like it” Your lips curved upward as you did your best to ignore how your heartbeat accelerated at his actions for the second time in as many songs. You were sure he could feel it beating against his chest from how tightly he held you up against him. Oh yeah, he could definitely crush your spine one handed like this, and you were certain he wasn’t even near applying a percentage of strength in the double digits. The fact that your brain didn’t bother to sound any alarm to get the hell out of there was concerning, to say the least. “Alright then. Look around, tell me what you see”

He gave you a skeptical eye, but nonetheless directed his gaze around the crowd of people dancing the dancefloor. After a moment, it returned to you. “Lots of people looking, but most of them not because they enjoy watching ballroom dance”

“And?”

He kept his eye on you. “Women irked because you’re stealing all the attention, I’m gonna guess it’s a common occurrence by how so many of them are rolling their eyes to the back of their skull” He smirked. “Men watching with envy, impatient for us to finish to be the next in line. Did you tell any of them you wouldn’t dance at all tonight, by any chance?”

“I did” You admitted shamelessly. You had no plan of dancing with anyone who came up to you and asked for a dance, throwing any subtlety whatsoever out of the window that they were trying to match you with them. With every year that went by, Gotham’s high society put more and more pressure on you to marry, seeing you as nothing more really than the highest prize to be won for all the bachelors in town. You leaned closer to Slade’s ear. “And I love that it pisses them off. All of them. Because it reminds them that they’ll never be on my level, that they’ll never be able to have me, knowing damn well they can’t even do a thing about it lest they make an enemy out of me. Which they definitely cannot afford”

The song finished as you slowly pulled back to a blank face and a dark eye analysing your words. You smiled and patted his arm as you let his grip fall.

“Do what you may with this information, Mr. Wilson” You said as you took one, then two steps back. “It’s yours now. And please, let me know if I gotta take my checkbook out”

You turned your back to him, and before you could count to three, you felt his hand fall on your lower back and drag you along with him. His whole body was strained as he marched through the crowd with purpose towards the back of the room, his jaw clenched the whole way. You didn’t dream to resist, unsure you even successfully could, had you wanted to. He pushed the door open and all but shoved you through it, making sure it shut behind you.

“Now Miss Wayne, did you think you could say something like that and just walk away?” He stalked towards you like a wolf, slowly cornering you against the nearest wall.

“I certainly tried” You felt your eyes light up in anticipation. Did you plan on having him drag you to a fire exit with the promise of a good time? No. You didn’t even plan for him to be into it at all, to be honest. But were you mad about it? Absolutely not. The fact alone that you managed to get him to this point–big strong scary and most importantly unapproachable Deathstroke–was impressive enough on its own, you wouldn’t end it now. Besides, he was hot and you also were into it. “Does that mean a no on the check–”

The full force of his body crashing against you sent your mind into overdrive, as did the feeling of his rough lips against yours. It sent electric shocks down your spine, either from the fact that you were hiding and making out like desperate teenagers, or from the power trip that came from having the Slade Wilson desperate to get a taste. At this point, you didn’t even care to differentiate the two feelings. All you could focus on was his hands holding onto your hips and probably leaving bruises for days to come, as well as his powerful thigh keeping you in place at his mercy. The vintage blend of whiskey he was sipping earlier was still on his breath and his tongue, invading your senses on yet another front. Slade Wilson was a good kisser, you decided.

“Fuck” You pulled back to catch your breath as his mouth targeted your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled, extracting a low growl from him that made your core tighten. “Keep it up and I might not even make it out of that dress”

“Oh I’m sure we’ll find a way” His voice was rough and breathless. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the simple sound of it. “Unless you purposely want me to ruin it, since you apparently enjoy to make everyone jealous”

“Only if I get to ruin your suit right back”

“Deal” He gave you a predatory smirk, then his lips were on yours again.

He was halfway done with the back zipper of your dress when the door was violently shoved open. You only reacted when your name was rather loudly shouted, making your eyes fly open and freeze in place.

“We saw you being dragged away, are you oka–OH MY GOD”

You were suddenly mortified as you watched Dick dramatically turn around and shield his eyes. Tim beside him was just gaping at this sight, horror etching onto his every feature. You redirected your gaze straight ahead over Slade’s shoulder, unable to look at either of them. Any other guest at the party finding you like this, you wouldn’t have minded. But there was something extremely weird about your brothers witnessing you sucking face with one of their greatest enemies, especially for Dick.

Slade slowly straightened up, not a trace of embarrassment on his face. In a smooth move, he zipped back up your dress, somehow adding to the awkwardness of the room. The little smug grin on his lips told you he did it on purpose.

“Bleach” Tim finally said as he willed his eyes to finally shut. “I need bleach for my eyes”

“Grayson. Drake.” Slade greeted casually as he took a step back from you and glanced briefly at them. Then, his eye was back on you. “Miss Wayne, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Let’s do this again soon, yeah?”

You only gave him a tight smile, watching him button back his jacket and retreat in the main room. The atmosphere he left behind was tense and neither of you could look at each other.

You fixed your hair and the neckline of your dress, then took a deep breath. “I’m gonna kill the both of you”

“Kill us?” Dick shrieked. “Why on earth would you even make ou– EURGH I can’t even say it!”

“You literally barged in without even knocking!” You yelled back. “I’m not the one at fault here”

“We saw you getting dragged away to a fire exit by fucking Deathstroke!” Tim said as he pressed his palms to his eyes. “We thought you were in danger!”

“WHEN did I give any signal I was in danger? I swear to god–”

“You wanted us to take a chance when–”

“GUYS!” You cut him off. “You didn’t stop and think for a second that I wouldn’t have let myself be dragged away just like that if I truly needed help? I’m not a fucking damsel in distress”

“But whyyyyyy” Dick whined. “Why did it have to be him?”

You gave him a blank stare. “He was the one we needed to stop”

“Yeah but he gave you the name!” He argued back. “He gave it to you way before… Wait did you– did you trade the name of his target for se–”

“NO” You yelled before he could finish the word. “No I did not, jesus fucking christ”

“So whatever happened here was unrelated to your task?” Tim drew his eyebrows together in contempt. “That’s so much worse what the fuck, why would you even do that?”

“Cause he’s hot”

That was enough to make your brothers yell unintelligibly again. You had to admit, you could have said something different if you hadn’t let impulse answer the question for you. But they were the one who possibly ruined your chance to hook up with Slade, so they kinda deserved it. You only scoffed at their reaction.

“Oh come, stop being dramatic for a second, especially you, Dick” You snipped. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, and you’re only reacting this way because you were too much of a coward to make out with him first”

He gasped. Loudly.

Even Tim’s jaw hung a bit open. You only raised a challenging eyebrow at your older brother, doubling down on your accusation. Dick’s lack of defense only served to prove your point.

“Snake much?” It was all he could say.

“Hiss hiss bitch, you snooze you lose”

Then another offended gasps. Tim looked between you two like a fascinating tennis match.

“You know what” Dick spoke up again after he collected himself. “Enjoy the lecture from Bruce. You can try and justify your crimes to him”

Your back went rigid and your eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare”

The half a second long smirk he gave you back was pure evil, until he covered it with his usual angel, innocent expression. “I will have to give him a report. I’m just sayin’ I’ll tell the truth of what I saw with my own eyes”

“Oh that’s real low” You grumbled as you glared daggers at him. The second Bruce knew of it, you knew you’d be in the cave for hours listening to him berate you for not only going in a room alone with a known enemy, but also making out with said enemy. You had violated so many protocols by your little stint alone, and you wouldn’t have really minded that lecture if it had been just that. But it would be uncomfortable for both you and Bruce to levels that had never been reached before.

“Not so smug anymore now, are you?”

“I will choke you in your sleep”

“And I wish I had tripped and taken a plunge down the grand staircase” Tim interjected. “So I wouldn’t have had to witness the last five minutes of whatever the fuck happened here. Now I don’t think I can ever erase from my memory the things I’ve seen or the things I’ve heard. Thanks a lot for the nightmares. I’ll send you my therapy bill”

You huffed and crossed your arms against your chest. “Well, let that be a lesson for the both of you. If I’m dragged somewhere and I don’t give any indication that I am nervous about it, don’t follow me”

“Yeah, I’m never making that mistake again” He grimaced. “I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. Last time I walked in on Jay and Roy, they thought I wasn’t there but I was”

“Oh Tim” You frowned with pity. “You oughta be careful. Especially with them, they always have the weirdest role plays”

“God I know” He cried. “It’s the kind of horror that sticks with you”

“Yeah, no, I concur” Dick finally sighed. “I also made that mistake. Once, then I said never again”

You paused, your frown deepening. “Have we all… Walked in on them?”

Dick nodded slowly. “They’ll say they don’t do it on purpose, but I know Harper too much to believe that”

Silence fell over once again.

“So…” You began after a few minutes. “You’re not gonna tell Bruce, right?”

Dick stared at you, calm and relaxed. Somehow, it did not make you feel like it was a good thing for you, and his next words only confirmed what you already knew.

“Oh yeah, I definitely will”

You swore loud enough for the bartender to flinch.

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