#deathstroke x reader insert
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Hello, I would like to make an order so it is not a bother.
I wish it was tim drake x male reader.
I would like the reader to be the son of deathstroke and for the two to be in a relationship, but for none of the members of the batfamily to know about the relationship (for obvious reasons)
I would like the batfam to be on a mission and for the reader to be seriously injured and for tim to care about him without caring that others find out about their relationship.
If you could do some scenes of how they met, along with some "fluff" scenes (either in some flashback or during the reader's recovery from his injuries) and the reactions of the members of the batfam (maybe slade as well, rose or respawn) would be awesome.
Also, if you want to make it inspired by a comic or that the reader has some power, no problem.
I hope I have not bothered you.
First love to change the world (Tim Drake x M!Reader)
whoo requests are back!
Am I super proud of this? not really but it's cute and it was hella fun to write anyways.
Also it took me forever to come up with a name for the reader's villain persona that matched Deathstroke so yall better enjoy it/j
Word count: 2.8k
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The first time you met Tim Drake was when he was going by Red Robin. You'd met a few times and he'd been the bane of your existence.
You were just trying to live your life, even if that life was as a mercenary and gun for hire.
Tim had tried to stop you from completing your job a few times, sometimes he succeeded, mostly he didn't.
It was on a quiet night in paris- one of the times he hadn't managed to stop you from getting to your target- that he sat down on the roof from which you sniped down someone's former employee. You tried not to ask too many questions about your targets. It made the job easier.
"Why do you do it? What did that man do that he deserved to die?" He asked and you shrugged as you slung your rifle over your back.
"I don't ask. I wouldn't be a good killer if I let my heart stop me from doing jobs" You told him quietly and he looked at you almost pitifully.
"You're not like him. You don't enjoy hurting people, so why do you do it?" He asked and you stared him down.
"Like who?" You ask even though you knew exactly who Tim was referring to.
"You're not like Deathstroke" He said as he stood up to block your way and you laughed.
"And you're not like Batman. If he was here I'd be in handcuffs already" You said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You lowered your voice as you walked past him.
"You're weak." You said and he grabbed your wrist.
"Why did you kill that man?" He asked you and you pulled your wrist free.
"It's what some rich asshole paid me to do, why do you care? If you're not going to try and arrest me leave me alone." You told him but before you could leave he grabbed your shoulder.
"You don't have to waste your life killing people" He said, trying to convince you but you shrugged his hand off.
"Not many places will have the wanted son of the most renowned mercenary in the underworld, but thanks for the life advice Tim" You said and jumped to the next rooftop.
He looked at you bewildered and you smirked.
You'd run into Tim a few times after that, slowly things became more and more civil- even friendly between the two of you.
You never told anyone, not that you had many friends or family to tell and your father would have had your head for your growing friendship and feelings for Tim.
Tim did the same, none of his brothers or friends knew about his friendship or growing feelings for you. For all his flaws Tim was very good at keeping secrets.
The two of you knew how to keep secrets and communicated in ways that couldn't be tracked by your families: burner phones, secret non regular meeting spots, and flirty bickering when you met on the field. No one suspected a thing.
But all good things had to come to an end.
It wasn't often that you helped your father on missions but when he needed a second man for a job in Gotham you saw no reason not to go. Everything went according to plan until the bats showed up. Batman and Nightwing immediately went after Slade while you intercepted Damian.
You unsheathed your swords and went on the offensive.
"Surrender Deathblade, you don't stand a chance!" Damian said as he blocked with his own sword.
"Against what? The Baby Robin?" You scoffed and continued your offensive.
"I don't think so baby face" You told him before throwing him off his balance and into and alley.
You were about to go help Slade when Nightwing split from his fight with him to stop you.
"You should've stayed home kid" He said as his escrima sticks collided with your swords.
"Nah, but it's- Dad behind you!" You screamed and Slade moved out of the way just in time to avoid Tim's Bo staff.
Dick took the chance to kick you off your balance and you tumbled back and over the ledge of the roof. You quickly pulled yourself up.
"Oh you're gonna pay for that" You said as you wiped blood from your nose away. One of the blood vessels must have ruptured in your tumble along with the bruised rib you felt as you stood back up. You've fought with worse so you simply kept going, racing back to confront Dick again when gunshots rang out and you noticed a nearby window was broken.
"Deathblade, the job's done! We're leaving!" Deathstroke called out to you and you changed course, running in the direction of your father.
He was still fighting Batman when a another shot rang out and you fell to your knees, grasping your side. You recognised the pain immediately but didn't understand where it came from. You saw Slade shoot at Batman- it took you a moment to realize the shot must have ricocheted.
You held your side as the pain expanded and you heaved, looking at your father for help. He was still occupied with Batman but Tim- who had been trying to keep up with his mentor and Slade ran over to you.
"Deathblade!" He yelled as he came to your side.
You pushed him away.
"What are you doing?!" You tried to say, though it sounded more like a groan of pain. What was he doing? Both of your covers were about to be blown!
You tried to push him away but he wasn't having it.
"Y/N let me help you, please" He tried to tell you even as he fought your extended arms.
Tim's soft tone caught both Slade and Bruce's attention and you hissed in pain when he finally got you to lay down.
"They're gonna-" You tried to tell Tim but he cut you off.
"I don't care" Tim said and you didn't fail to notice the glare your father sent your way. Your rouse was up and you knew there was no going back when he used the opportunity to escape.
You cursed under your breath as you were left with Tim and the Bats.
Tim was soft in his actions, he took gauze from his utility belt and wrapped your chest as well as he could on the field. You felt the gazes of the rest of the bats as your boyfriend took such gentle care of you and you wished he hadn't done anything. You wished things could have stayed the same but you knew they were about to change drastically.
The judgemental silence was broken when Tim picked you up bridal style and you knew there was no arguing with him.
"Red Robin, what are you doing?" Batman asked him in the gravelly voice he probably used for interrogating criminals or scolding his robins as it seemed.
"I'm taking him to the cave. He needs medical attention" Tim told him confidently and you wanted to hide your head in the crook of your boyfriend's neck. The entire situation was making you the most uncomfortable you've ever felt.
"Absolutely not! Father Deathblade is a criminal!" Damian said and you groaned.
"A criminal who should have cut your tongue off when he had the chance you little twerp" You said smirking at Damian's enraged appearance.
It was getting harder to focus, you heard more talking but your brain couldn't interpret what they said over the pain in your chest. Tim's arms were so welcoming and you had to fight everything in you just to stay awake.
Soon you felt Tim start moving. You noticed Tim placing you in a car and covering your eyes but you couldn't focus on anything else. You felt Tim's gloved hands run through your hair and you thought you heard him telling you to rest but you weren't sure.
The next thing you know you're laying down on something soft. You could feel the pinch of a needle on your arm and the sound of overlapping voices hitting your ears.
"I'm not going to apologize! He's a good person and he needs our help" You heard Tim's voice say.
"He's a criminal Tim" You heard another voice, one you didn't recognize, respond.
"That's never stopped you" Tim replied and you heard another voice interrupted.
"He's Deathstroke's son" It said.
"I'd suggest you take it easy Mr. Wilson" an older man said. He spoke with a british accent and you had to squint to make out his face.
"L/N." You corrected.
"My name is Y/N L/N- not Wilson" You told him and he nodded, helping you sit up and handing you a cup of water.
"Well then Mr. L/N, you should take it easy. That bullet punctured your lung and you had multiple bruised ribs." He said as he helped you keep the cup to your lips.
"Where am I? Who are you?" You asked and the man- who wore an incredibly fancy black suit sat beside you.
"I am Alfred Pennyworth and at the moment you are in the Batcave" He explained.
"Master Timothy brought you here after you were shot" Alfred continued and you immediately realized what happened.
"I need to go" You said and did your best to get out of bed, you collapsed as soon as you tried to stand on your own. Alfred steadied you.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to do that at the moment" He said but you tried anyway.
You noticed most of your suit has been cut off and you were left in only your pants as you limped towards where you saw Tim was with his family.
"Deathstroke shot him." Tim said and you heard another voice tut in annoyance as you got closer.
"How long has this been going on?" A voice you assumed belonged to Batman asked and Tim sighed.
"Six months" He said before he strengthened his resolve.
"But he's not like his father. I've seen it. He's just never known anything else from this" Tim said and you cleared your throat.
"He's also right here" you said and Tim's eyes widened as he ran to help you.
"What are you doing?" He asked and you smiled.
"I believe Mr. L/N said he needed to go" Alfred said from behind you.
"Though where you could go with a punctured lung and bruised ribs I wouldn't know" He said and you had to admit that this Alfred was really getting on your nerves.
You coughed as Tim tried to keep you from leaving.
"Tracker-" You said and coughed again.
"In my neck" You breathed out, even with increased healing your body wasn't ready for the amount of energy it would take to simply walk.
"He's gonna- he's gonna come here" You told Tim and he helped you sit down.
"I told you! He's going to lead Deathstroke right to us!" Damian exclaimed but Tim glared at him.
"Shut up Damian, he just warned us. Now go with Alfred and get a med kit" He told his brother before turning his attention back to you.
"Don't worry, we'll get it out" He told you and you sighed.
"You shouldn't have brought me here" You told Tim and he shushed you.
"I wasn't going to leave you to bleed on that roof" He said and you smiled.
"You're too good to me."
"You're important to me, I love you" He said and you chuckled. That was the first time he told you that. The first time anyone told you that they loved you, and in that moment you realized you would do anything for Tim.
"I love you too Bird boy" You said as you pulled him into a soft kiss.
You could feel the uncomfortable gazes and unsaid judgments from Tim's family but you couldn't care less. After all, Tim just saved you.
Alfred came back with the med kit and went to work with your instruction on removing the tracker.
"Why should we trust you?" Batman asked you and you could feel Tim tense beside you.
"Because my father just left me to die. If I had any loyalty to Slade Wilson I wouldn't have told you about the tracker" You told Batman and he nodded.
"I still don't like this, Slade's kids have made a habit of stabbing us in the back" Nightwing said and you scoffed.
"You mean the ones he cares about? Because Slade has about five kids from four different moms and he isn't shy about who his favorites are." Dick stared you down waiting for you to continue and you used all your strength to stand up and face him.
"He doesn't give half a shit about me if that's what you're worried about Grayson." You told him and you saw him flinch at the use of his name. He looked at Tim who shook his head. You'd known Dick's identity long before you and Tim got together.
"How do you know that name?" He asked and Tim helped you sit back down.
"Because my father hates you. Just like I know Damian's name. Or Jason's. You aren't particularly good at hiding your connection. The second someone knows one of you they'll know all of you" You told them and met Batman's eyes through his cowl.
"Either way your secret's safe with me. I don't have any interest in ousting my boyfriend's family as vigilantes" You told them.
Bruce took Tim aside to talk and left you with Dick. He took his mask off and sat down in front of you.
"If you don't like Deathstroke why do you work for him?" He asked and you scowled.
"With him." You corrected.
"I work with him occasionally because we're in the same business. I don't have any loyalty to him because he's a conceited asshole who doesn't care about me" You explained.
Dick took a moment to think.
"Tim said you only kill because you don't know anything else, is that true?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Is this your version of the shovel talk?" You asked and you could see Dick was losing his patience.
"He's my brother and I can see he's happy with you but I still don't trust you." He said and he continued.
"Why do you kill people?" He asked and you took a moment to think. When you answered him your voice was even.
"I wasn't always like this. I used to take protection jobs mostly, bodyguard positions" You explained. "But I couldn't outrun his influence or reputation. Slade is- well his is a big shadow and no matter how much I wish it wasn't the case I'm his son." You explained and pointed to a small faded scar on your side.
"This was from my first job when I was 12, a bullet graze. He taught me hand to hand combat, blades, guns- anything I'd need to follow in his footsteps." You took a pause as you tried to keep your breathing even.
"I've never known anything but this." You told him and met his eyes.
"Tim saw the real me. For the first time in my life someone loves me because they see who I am beyond my family and my abilities and I would do anything for him." You told Dick and held his gaze until he finally responded.
He nodded and stood up.
"I'll help you back to your cot, I'm sure Tim and Bruce will be back soon"
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You spent the next few days resting in the batcave. Bruce was adamant about you not entering the manor and you had no problem staying in the cave. Tim was by your side practically 24/7 and you had to admit that you appreciated the quality time with him.
With your enhanced healing factor your wounds healed quickly and within a few days you were almost fully healed.
You pulled on one of Tim's hoodies.
"You know you don't have to go yet, we could set up a guest room in the manor- or one of the safe houses in the city" Tim said and you smiled kissing his cheek.
"That's sweet of you Bird boy but I have to deal with this sooner rather than later" You told him.
"Comm me if things go wrong" He told you and you chuckled.
"Rose'll be with me so I think I'll be fine but I promise if something does go wrong you'll hear about it" You promised and pulled on a motorcycle jacket over the hoodie.
"This isn't the end love, I'll be back and we'll figure things out" You told Tim and he smiled, pulling you into a final goodbye kiss.
"See you soon Bird boy" You said as you got on the bike and sped out of the cave.
What Tim did on that rooftop changed your life forever but you wouldn't change it for the world.
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Promptober Day 14
Camping
Slade Wilson x reader
Word Count: 237
“Why did I agree to do this again?”
“Because,” Slade grunted as he hefted a bit of firewood over his shoulder to take back and hack up for tonight, “for some reason you saw fit to marry me, and this is the shit that I do in my down time.”
You eyed the way his muscles flexed under his flannel shirt as he worked. “I’m suddenly remembering more now.”
After looking at you to confirm that you were, in fact, ogling him, Slade rolled his eye and grunted again. “Come on. Sooner we get back to the site, sooner we can eat.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you commented, hoisting the kindling you were lugging around a bit higher for the trek back to the tent.
Several hours later, when the air around you was just a bit south of nippy and you were tucked comfortably against your husband’s side under a blanket, you found yourself sighing. From here in this little slice of Nowhere, you could see the stars with perfect clarity. Something that you just couldn’t get many other places. “So you may have had a point,” you admitted finally.
You didn’t have to look at him to know there was a smirk on his face as he squeezed you just a bit closer for a moment. “Thought you might say that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
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Slade Wilson ( Deathstroke ) x older daugther reader. They are in love knowing that their relationship cannot be because they are father and daughter, but they don't care and they end up getting married and having children 🎀
Slade and her daughter have always been close. After her daughter turns eighteen, Slade's feelings for her daughter change. She creates feelings about her daughter that she shouldn't have. He has dirty fantasies about his daughter. He dreams about his daughter in his sleep. He thinks of his daughter while satisfying himself. The daughter has feelings for her father. Both are unaware of each other. Slade satisfies himself by stealing his daughter's panties. One night, Slade realizes that the light is not turned off in his daughter's room. When he secretly opens the door, he sees that his daughter is naked. The reader picks up the clamps on the bed, but cannot find the courage to put them on. The reader's face turns red with embarrassment as Slade enters the room.
"I can help you."
"Yes please."
Slade takes one of his daughter's breasts in his hands. He makes the nipple more prominent and then puts on the clamp.
"Ah."
"Calm down honey."
After attaching the last clamp, it's time to install the other clamps.The girl sits on the chair, legs apart. The reader hisses in pain as Slade clamps the clistoris. Slade gives his daughter a kiss on the forehead. He puts clamps on his pussy's lips.
"You need to go to bed for the enema."
The reader slowly goes to bed and assumes dog position. Slade lubricates his daughter's asshole. He prepares the hole using his fingers.
"Let's see how long my sweet girl will last."
Slade inserts the syringe into the reader's asshole. The reader can only whine. Minutes later, the reader's stomach is bloated. Slade slowly pushes the big plug into his daughter's hole.
"Oh. Dad it hurts. Stop."
"It's over, honey. Hold on a little longer."
It finally finds its way into the asshole of the plug reader.
"Do you want me to stuff you? Do you want me to give you a baby?"
"Yes please."
Minutes later, they're both on the verge of orgasm and Slade ejaculates deep in daughter cunt. Repeating these sessions becomes routine. In a short time, the reader gives birth to a healthy son. They have a happy family together.
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HAVANA HEAT
HAVANA HEAT
Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader
Summary: “You know what else is hot?”, your voice had a hidden note to it, sending his suspicious mind into overdrive. Slade grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle, carrying it across to his bed and poured himself another drink, “And what’s that?”.
Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Phone Sex. Mutual Masturbation.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Hope you all love it - another addition to the Slade x Vigilante!Reader verse 💞 Merry Christmas to my wonderful wifey @internalsealpanic ❄️🎄 xoxo
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Placing his empty champagne flute on the bar, Slade released a heavy sigh and made his way through the throes of people who were laughing and dancing wildly. Alcohol fueling their movements.
The atmosphere was sticky, the heat wrapping tightly around his large frame. He could feel the sweat running down his spine under the white linen shirt. Thankfully, it was hidden by his charcoal suit jacket which did nothing to ease the warmth radiating through his body.
Slade had been watching his mark all night, waiting for the perfect opportunity but none had arisen. It appeared his target was smarter than he’d been given credit for…unfortunately. Slade would have to try again tomorrow, hopefully Mr. White would slip up on the way to his cartel meeting.
Brushing past a group of well dressed men, Slade stepped out into the clear Havana night. A light breeze rustled his jacket, it would have been welcomed but it was as humid as the air around him. He grunted and dug his hand into his inside jacket pocket, pulling out a Cuban cigar. The rich smell drifted up his nostrils instantly.
Resting against the railings of the port, Slade lit the cigar easily with a match. Flinging the burnt out material into a nearby bin. Taking a deep puff, Slade breathed out thick plumes of smoke before looking up towards the sky. Inky black dotted with thousands of glimmering stars. He knew you’d have liked it here. You liked the heat almost as much you liked dancing.
Slade had wanted to bring you, he liked having you at his side during these missions. Especially if he got to eye you all night in one of your silky evening dresses with your towering heels. But you’d been called away yourself for business, so he’d had to come alone and you were over 3,000 miles away.
Turning his back to the port, he watched the venue he’d just left. The magnificent stone building looked majestic illuminated by the amber street lighting. Mr. White, his target, stumbled out of the front doors, two blondes on either arm followed by three bodyguards. Slade huffed. He’d definitely have to track him down tomorrow.
Calling it a night, Slade strode through the narrow cobbled streets back towards his hotel. If he was lucky, he might be able to catch you for a phone call before he had to rest.
When he made his way through the hotel doors, the night Porter nodded at Slade, “Buenas noches señor”.
Slade returned the gesture easily, giving him a lazy smile, “Muchas gracias”. He slipped his room key from the back of his pocket and headed towards the shiny elevator at the back.
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Finally back in the lavish room, Slade slipped his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and slung it over the back of the armchair in the corner. He twisted his neck side to side, hearing a satisfying click each time.
Collecting his phone from the bedside table, Slade lazily scrolled through the contacts, clicking on your name. He had to fight the tweaking corners of his lips when he saw a photo of you appear on his screen which you’d set as your profile photo. Upon hearing the brash ringing tone, he turned it to speakerphone, waiting for you to answer and started to pour himself a large whiskey. A real drink.
Slade heard the line cut and your sweet, saccharine voice drifting into his hotel room.
“Hola Señor Wilson”.
Slade felt his stomach twist in pleasure at the way your voice carried the soft Spanish tones. He swallowed thickly, dropping a slice of lemon peel into his glass.
“Kitten”.
You laughed, the sound breathy and light. If Slade was a betting man, he’d have guessed you’d had a few glasses of rosé in the bath.
“How’s it going?”, you hummed and Slade heard rustling at your side of the call. He picked up his burning cigar from the ashtray on the coffee table and took a deep drag, letting the release of smoke spiral around him.
“It’s too hot”, Slade complained, drinking a liberal portion of his whiskey.
“Well it is the middle of summer, what were you expecting…”, your voice sounded distant for a moment before becoming louder again, “…It’s Cuba”.
Slade grimaced and grunted in distaste as he looked around the empty room, he really wished you’d been able to come with him.
“I had to wear a suit to the party and I nearly suffocated”, he took another drag of his Cuban cigar, sighing audibly down the phone, “Who has a black tie event in this kind of weather?”.
You chuckled again, Slade could almost picture you rolling your eyes at his grumpy demeanour. He could also imagine how you’d improve his mood, running your soft palms over the plains of his chest.
“You know what else is hot?”, your voice had a hidden note to it, sending his suspicious mind into overdrive.
Slade grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle, carrying it across to his bed and poured himself another drink, “And what’s that?”.
His phone pinged and he moved across the bed, wondering who was even texting him at this time. The only person who ever texted him…was you. Slade saw the message was from you and frowned. Why would you bother to text him whilst you were talking?
He pressed open and felt his mouth dry instantly at the image in front of him. You were splayed out on a king sized hotel bed, decorated in intricate scarlet red, lace lingerie. Your lips were painted a deep rouge and parted perfectly, almost as though you were sighing in pleasure. Your hair, which he enjoyed fisting in his palm as he drove into you from behind, fell down your face in loose curls.
Slade cleared his throat loudly, “Kitten…”, the front of his trousers started to constrict as the blood ran south.
You grinned happily, hearing the reaction you’d been hoping for, “They were on sale…do you like them?”.
Taking another look at the photo, Slade felt his tongue run over his lips in anticipation. The straps criss crossed over your cleavage, highlighting it. A silver gem hung down from the centre, resting against your stomach. It matched well with the crystal adorning your navel piercing. The matching thong hung high on your hips, showcasing your curves exquisitely.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”, Slade’s husky growl vibrated down the phone line and made your core clench with excitement.
“Well of course I’m asking you”, you smirked, twirling a strand of hair around your finger as you spoke, “Unless you want me to send that photo to some of your associates?”.
“Don’t you fucking dare”, Slade’s possessive tone made your skin ripple with delight.
You barely contained the mewl that left your lips, expressing your desire to Slade. You shuffled on the bed and scraped your nails along the back of your neck, “Of course not, Sir”.
The pleased rumble resonated deep in his throat and he sat upright on the bed. With his free hand, he ran it over his chin, the bristle of his beard scratching his fingertips, “Kitten, I can’t believe you chose to wear them now…when I’m 3,000 miles away”.
“I'm trying them on”.
The mischievous tone made Slade sink his teeth into his bottom lip. God how he wanted to drag them over your flesh, marking you as his. Hot blood roared through his veins at the thoughts, frustration souring it as he couldn’t touch you. He hated but loved the way you teased him.
“There's one with a matching collar by the way”.
Slade cursed loudly before downing the rest of his whiskey; the burn of the liquor did nothing to ease the carnal fire within.
“That doesn't answer my question”.
You snorted, “Well I knew you'd be bored with your champagne dinner party so thought I’d help you out”, you hummed and rustled on the other end of the phone, “Do you think this one would look good with stockings?”.
You sent another photo to Slade’s phone, hearing it vibrate across the wooden surface. You sucked in a sharp breath waiting to hear his reaction to the sheer black stockings now covering your legs. The stiletto heels made your calves look more shapely as you curved them for the photo. Tiny red bows decorated the lace hems of the stockings.
Slade cleared his throat loudly, “Are you trying to kill me?”.
“Maybe”.
“Do you want to be punished when I get home?”, Slade growled, staring at the second photo of you. He pictured himself pushing that lace thong to the side before driving deep into your pussy. Hearing you sob his name in ecstasy.
Purring his name huskily, you dropped back into the pillows, “Mmmm, it’s like you read my mind”.
“Show me the one with the collar”, he demanded darkly, ripping his tie off in one swift motion. He flung it to the floor and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. The stifling heat strangling him along with your tempting photos.
You shuffled on the bed, leaning down into the second lingerie box. The tissue paper rustled down the phone as you dug out the black satin set adorned with golden lattice chains. You heard the distinct rattle of ice cubes over the phone as Slade drained the last of his drink. You realised he must be getting impatient.
“It's weird for you to ask me to put more clothes on”, you peeled the lace set off your skin slowly, moaning quietly as you dragged the satin fabric over your body. You pictured Slade’s calloused hands helping you out of them, palming your skin as he went.
Slade scoffed, “I can tear it to pieces when I’m back if you’d prefer?”.
You hummed appreciatively, the thought running wild in your imagination, “As long as you’re ripping it off me…do you promise, Sir?”.
“Don’t keep me waiting, kitten”, he growled, looking at his phone expectantly. You were definitely doing this on purpose. Drawing it out to drive him insane.
Looking over the black satin lingerie in the floor length mirror, you smirked. The golden chains hung across your chest and dipped down over your stomach. The same style chains trimmed the tops of your panties, skimming your thighs delicately. Your fingertips brushed the collar around your neck. Black, sleek velvet with a golden ‘S’ in the middle. You snapped several photos, sending them across to Slade.
“What do you think?”.
Sliding through the photos, Slade felt the front of his suit trousers become tighter. He groaned thickly down the phone and cursed, “Fuck—you look…stunning…”, he unclasped the front of his belt, loosening the material over his cock. He palmed himself gingerly, closing his eyes, wishing it was your dainty hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft.
“Would you like to know what I'd do with you? If I was there…”.
You settled back on the bed and traced your nails down the front of your chest, eyes closing as you listened to his dark, baritone voice. The husky syllables making the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten deliciously, “Please Sir…”.
“I’d take my time with you…”, he laughed mercilessly, “You didn’t think you’d get away with teasing me, did you kitten?”.
You whimpered, your hands following where you thought he’d touch first. Faint traces over the choker around your neck before dancing along your collarbone.
Slade paused to unbutton the rest of his shirt, discarding it quickly onto the floor, the cool aircon tickling his flesh.
“I’d run my hands over your tits…making sure to brush your nipples with my thumbs…then down over your stomach, along your thighs…”, he cursed again as he teased his cock through the fabric of his boxers, “I know how they quiver when I get close to your pretty little pussy…”.
“You're gonna let me wrap them around your head right?”, your fingers dipped into the cups of your bra, toying with your nipples, sparks of desire shooting through your nerves.
“You think you’ve been good enough for that?”.
Your body shuddered at his tone, a quiet moan leaving your plush lips.
“Hmm? Teasing me…when you know I’m on important work…I don’t think you deserve my tongue, kitten”, Slade grunted as he freed his cock from his boxers. You heard the slap of skin against his stomach, followed by a deep sigh as he wrapped his hand around it. He stroked it leisurely, his breathing speeding up considerably.
“Please”, you gasped, rolling your nipples between your fingers before trailing them down your stomach, teasing just above the waistband of your panties.
Slade squeezed his length, twisting his hand as he reached the head of his cock. Precum leaked out and he spread it over the tip with his thumb, “No…you're gonna make it up to me and just take what I give you—understood?”.
You slipped your fingers down into your panties, finding your swollen clit instantly. You circled it slowly, spreading your slick over it, making sure Slade heard your purrs of pleasure, “Y-yes Sir”.
“Fuck”, Slade cursed loudly, fisting his cock faster as he listened to your desire soaked mewls.
“What would you want me to do?”, you gasped as your fingers dip into your core, wet heat tight around your slim digits. You whined in frustration. They didn’t feel as thick as Slade’s. They didn’t stretch you nearly enough, not how you liked it.
Slade took another glance at the photo you’d sent him, focusing on your full, pouting lips.
“I’d want you on your knees, worshipping my cock”.
A flush washed over your body as you drove your fingers faster, brushing up against your g spot. Your voice dripped with lust, “Are you going to make me choke on it?”.
“Yes…”, he growled deeply, sliding his hand faster along his length, “I’d make sure you were gagging on my thick cock—it’s exactly what you deserve”.
You murmured his name in that soft, breathy voice he loved so much. The pace of your fingers sped up, whimpering when you felt your walls fluttering, “You—you know I love it when you fuck my mouth”.
Slade slowed his strokes and looked down, his shaft oozing with precum, “I do…I love seeing your lips wrapped around me”.
“Slade…”.
He grabbed his phone, taking several photos before sending them across to you, hearing your phone ping, “Can you see that kitten? That’s what you do to me”, his hips thrust up into his fist, “Fuck—”.
You moaned loudly when you saw the images of his throbbing cock on your phone, the heat coursing through your veins. Precum leaked from the tip on one of them, making you purr, wishing you were with him.
“W-what else are you going to do to me?”, you murmured, wondering if Slade could hear the wet slick of your fingers as you pumped them into your pussy faster.
“Is swallowing my cock not enough for you?”, you could hear the egotistical smirk tweaking the corner of his lips over the phone and you felt the fire flare in the pit of your stomach.
Whining desperately your fingers pushed further into your pussy feeling your desire costing them, “I—I always want more Sir”.
“So desperate for me aren’t you?”, he growled, wrapping his fist around his cock tighter, your voice driving him wild “Well, as much as I love the feel of your mouth kitten, you know how badly I’d want you stretched around my cock”.
Fuck. You muffled your moans into the pillow as you flicked your fingers over your swollen clit. The image of his large, thick shaft splitting you filled your vision. That burning stretch he gave you every time.
Slade laughed darkly hearing your reaction, “I’d sit you on top of me, watching as you slowly sink down…every goddamn inch”. He gripped his length stroking it harder, wishing it was your velvet walls casing it.
You sobbed in pleasure, “Y-yes Sir…I love riding your cock”.
“Oh kitten”, that voice, you’d heard it before on the field, that condescending tone that often meant he was about to outsmart whoever was in front of him, “You wouldn’t be riding it yet, I’d just have you keeping it warm for me. You still don’t deserve to cum yet”.
You could hear the soft papping over the phone, Slade fisting his cock fast at the thought of you warming his cock. You whimpered and begged him, “Please…”.
Slade threw his head back into the pillow and swore loudly, “No”, he grunted, feeling his length pulsing against his rough palm, “You’ll do as you’re told…sit on my cock and be a good girl for once, take what you’re given”.
“Please!! I need you to fuck me Slade…”, you purred in delight when your fingers brushed that sensitive spot inside your core, “I want to feel your thick cock pounding into me…”. You brought your free hand up to your breast and pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp out.
“You’re so desperate for me, I’d be able to feel your pussy squeezing me, aching for more”.
Your voice dripped with lust, the dark teasing tone lingered heavy on your tongue, “Of course I’m desperate for you, you always make me feel so good Sir…”.
“I’d thrust up a few times, slowly…you’d feel me throbbing inside your tight little cunt”, there was a hidden bite to his voice, a strain pulling at the deep chords.
You had to slow the speed of your fingers down, feeling the familiar tidal wave ready to wash over your body, “Slade, please—fuck, I need to cum…”.
“No—not yet”, his commanding tone carried down the phone making your body shiver with need.
The burning desperation scorched through you, your walls spasmed, needing to climax. You were so close but Slade wouldn’t let you. You growled low, “Fuck me Slade—before you hear me cumming down the phone without you”.
“Kitten—”.
“Slade please”, you sobbed, cutting over him to avoid any further punishment, “Please—I need you…I need you so badly”.
“I’d dig my fingers into your hips when I finally drove up hard, I’d bounce you up and down on my cock over and over…you’d be feeling me for days”, Slade’s voice broke towards the end as he strangled his cock, feeling it throb wildly.
“Fuck!”, you moaned louder feeling your climax bubbling.
Slade pictured you with your fingers as deep as possible inside your cunt, trying to create that thickness only he gave you. He groaned huskily, “That’s it kitten—fuck—you’d be soaked, dripping down my cock”.
“Oh!! Y-yes!”, your voice shattered as you fell into an intense orgasm, your walls clenched and your thighs shook hard, “Fuck—Slade! Oh god!”. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip as you came.
“God you take me so well, fuck—”, he grunted in pleasure, speeding up the motions of his hand, “I’d—I’d fill that pretty little pussy, you wouldn’t be allowed to waste a drop…fuck—”. Slade groaned loudly as he came hard covering his stomach and hand with his load. He panted heavily down the phone, catching his breath back.
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Humming softly in bliss, you smiled, soaking up the warmth buzzing through your nerves. No matter how it was you were with Slade, he always made you feel such intense sensations.
“Mmm…guess you like the new lingerie then”, you teased, letting out a deep, pleased sigh.
Slade scoffed, “Don’t know what gave you that idea”.
You giggled and rolled over onto your stomach, your legs curling up as you grabbed your phone, holding it to your ear, “I’m glad I kept the last set a secret, guess you’ll see that when you’re back home”.
Feeling the blood running back south to his cock, he growled darkly, “You’re a filthy fucking tease”. Slade sat up and started to clean himself off, throwing the dirty tissues into the bin at the side. He really needed to get back onto Mr. White. The sooner this was done, the sooner he could fly back.
“Kitten— as much as I’d like to stay and talk, I do need to finish this job I’m on”.
“What's the rush, cowboy?”.
“The quicker I finish this job, the sooner I can get back and punish you”, his voice returned to its usual baritone, the subtle hint of a southern twang decorating the syllables.
You laughed breathlessly, “And d’you think the infamous Deathstroke can finish the job so quickly?”.
“Watch it brat, you're already on thin ice”, he scolded, longing to abandon the job in favour of returning home to you.
“Hurry up home, Sir…”.
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Hello! I was wondering if you could write about how the DC villains would react to their S/O is really random and would yell random things at them like how cute a deer is 🦌.
DC Villians x Male!Reader
DC Preferences: They React To You Being Random
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Slade finds it a little funny and cute, and he likes how you're just being yourself. When you would just shout out random things, he finds it a little amusing, and just lets you ramble on about the things you see.
(Oof, Perfect match) He's just as random and unpredictable as you are, and he just thinks that you're just perfect. (Yes, you two would literally make plans just to surprise everyone and doom the earth lmao). When you would just comment on random things out of nowhere, he would also join in and literally comment on things he sees that interest him or just talk about what you just shouted out.
Joker would think it's amusing and interesting. He watches you, also listening to everything you say. Joker would chuckle whenever you would shout out random comments, finding it interesting how you notice every little thing.
Jonathan thinks it's amusing on how random you are and literally wonders how long you can keep this up (to him, at least). He listens to whatever random thing you say, not really minding it.
Bane finds it's interesting and tells you to use it to your advantage to identify anything suspicious, any threats, etc. He doesn't mind that you shout out random things (even if they don't help lol), as long as it's not during meetings.
#I'll post more later if writer's block doesnt hit me in the face- JSJSJS#male reader insert#x male reader#male!reader#dc x male reader#dc x reader#male reader#dc preferences#slade x male reader#slade x reader#slade wilson x reader#deathstroke x reader#bane x reader#bane x male reader#edward x male reader#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x male reader#joker x male reader#joker x reader#Jonathan crane x male reader#Jonathan x male reader#jonathan crane x reader
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Affairs.
Summary: You get a call that someone is in town, is this even a good idea?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Slade Wilson
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, choking, Daddy Kink, Pet names, Spitting, implied cheating (Not on each other), clothes ripping, Oral (both), swearing, praise, minor deg.
AN: So... I wrote this mostly for @littleredwing89 but you guys can read it if you want.
Standing in front of the door you pondered whether or not you should just turn around and leave. This had to stop, you were getting married in a few weeks. You couldn't be showing up at his door at god knows what hour anymore. But here you were, it wasn't often he was in Metropolis. You had to see him, had to speak to him and have him-
"There you are Princess, I was wondering what was taking you so long," Slade says, leaning his large bicep against the doorframe.
"Umm, Hi," you say looking up at him. His damp hair hanging in a mess across his face and the white towel still wrapped around his tight torso. A light sheen of water covers him like he had heard your non-existent knock and came straight from the shower.
"You coming in? Or are you going to stand in the hall looking at my door like a lost puppy all night?" He asks you, holding his arm up for you to pass under. You duck, more out of habit than worry that you'll knock your head on his arm. You're almost all the way through the door when his hand wraps around your wrist spinning you and slamming you into the now closed door.
"Your boyfriend know you're here Princess?" He leans down, his rough stubble grazing up the side of your neck.
"No," Your fingers begin to fiddle with the large diamond ring on your finger, his eyes darting down and catching the gleams of light reflecting from it,
"No," He growls into your ear, his hands gripping on your ass. He lifts you into the wall, his barely covered cock pressing into you, his teeth latching onto your ear lobe, "you can't marry that idiot," his hands rip at your clothes, his hips hold you against the wall.
"He loves me," you begin to protest, but are silenced by the hungry way Slade is staring at your nearly naked body.
"He doesn't appreciate you,” he moans, encircling one hand around your middle, “doesn't know what you need," he holds you high, ripping your panties from your body.
"He's trying, he just-"
"He isn't me. Is he, sweetheart?" He steps fast carrying you towards the bed and in a flash his towel is off and his hands are all over you. His mouth latching onto your nipples, teeth biting and pinching while he moans into your breasts.
"Slade," you moan, your hands tangling in his hair and tugging gently on it. HIs name leaves your lips and you know you've fucked up. He flips you over like a pancake, pushing your face into the mattress. His hand connects with your ass and echoes around the room, a deep growl reverberating from within his chest.
"Slade is it?" He slaps you again, "what happened to Daddy, huh?" He grabs the back of your throat pulling you back so he can look at you, "don't want me anymore Princess?" You feel his fingers graze through your lips, "got a fiancé and you think you can just get rid of me?" He spits on you, "you little slut. Feels like you want me," he collects some of your pussy juice bringing it to your lips. "Answer me," he growls, tugging your head back even further. Tears form in your eyes as you look back at him. "Answer me,"
'Daddy," you moan, his fingers thrust into you once before he pulls out and slaps you on your needy cunt.
"Answer me Princess,"
"I want you," you cry pressing back into his hand, "I always wanted you,"
"I don't believe you," he growled, pulling you to your knees, "make me believe it"
You look up at him, his hard cock staring you right in the face while his eyes dare you to defy. Reaching out your hand you take him, giving him a few warm up pumps, your tongue darting out to taste him, "Daddy," you moan taking him fully into your mouth. Your tongue tracing along the hard line of the vein underneath, your hand comes up to caress his balls.
“There's Daddy’s good girl,” he says, brushing your hair back from your face. Gathering it up he forms a ponytail at the back of your head, gently tugging on it to get you to move how he wants.
Your legs begin to twitch as you feel your arousal drip down your thigh. Sucking him right down until your nose tickles the base of his cock, using your free hand to gather some of your juices up and press it into his mouth. His lips wrap around your fingers, a deep growl surrounds them, at the taste of you. “Such a good little slut for me,” his voice breathy as he tried to keep his release at bay. His hard cock throbbing on your tongue as he thrust out of you, spearing back in again. Your lips drip with drool and his pre cum your tongue, he pulls out only to thrust back in and hit the back of your throat, his strong hands handling your hair like an anchor.
"Prin- fuck," he growls taking your face in his huge hands, moving your mouth from him, "stop, baby. I don't wanna come yet," he crawls down over you and you shuffle backwards in the bed until you hit the wall. "Princess," he leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands sliding you up the wall until your legs are on top of his shoulders.
"Please," you pant, thrusting your pussy towards his mouth, his hot breath lingering over you..
"Fuck you smell amazing," his tongue darts out just flicking over your lips, "bet he doesn't do this for you," his lips begin to suck on your clit. Your thighs tightening around his head holding him in place, “doesn't appreciate your perfect taste the way I do,” he thrust his long tongue into you, licking at your insides finding your g spot with years of practice behind him. His thick tongue pressing while his stubble burned your thighs and his lips kissed yours.
"Yes, right there," you moan, grinding down on his face. "Fuck daddy," so close, you shudder his growl reverberates through your body and you begin to shake, your breath speeding up, your mind spinning. Then it stops. He spins you both around dropping you on the bed beneath him.
“Bad girls, who get engaged without asking Daddy don't get to come,” he chastises you, he takes your left hand in his, glaring down on the ring that adorned your finger, “Not until l I say so,” He parted your legs pushing with his thick thighs until his knees were flush with your ass. His eyes inspect your body for marks. When he found none they met yours, electricity racing in your veins. You peer down to his bobbing cock that was a thrust away from your aching pussy, “you want it? Beg for it,” he commands, gliding it through and parting you.
“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you plead your eyes starting to tear up when his hand presses your gyrating pelvis into the mattress.
“Louder,” he teases, “I want the whole building to hear you,”
“Fuck. Need you,” you begin to squirm underneath him.
“Tell me your mine,” he growls, pressing the tip of his cock into your core, “tell me,”
“I'm yours,” you cry.
“Yes you fuckin are, I'm going to fuck you like he can't.”
“Yours, yours,” you pant as he begins to fuck into you harder,
“That's right,” he says, those calloused fingers wrap around your neck, “you're mine,” his hard grip take a bruising grip on your hip, “make more noise for me Princess,” he squeezes down in your throat his cock twitching at the choking sounds, “There's a good girl,” he praises you when you begin to scream.
“Jesus's fuck,” you cry as his fingers begging to circle your clit,
“Open your eyes, look at me while I split you in two.” He bites down hard on your lip, “I want you to see who makes you cum this hard,”
Your voice echoes off the walls, a mess of incoherent screams and pleas for more. Your hands scraping along his back, your nails leaving markings of your own. Your legs cling to the back of his meaty thighs pulling him in deeper, so his cock could swirl your insides.
“Fuck, I missed you,” his intense stare pinning you in place, his hand releasing your neck to caress your cheek, “you almost there? fuck you feel so good,” He lifts your ass up off the bed holding your hips so he can pound into you, “Baby, I’m close. You ready?”
“Yes, Daddy, give it to me, please I need it. Need you to fill me up,”
“Cum Princess,” he smiles at you and it sends you into a spasm of shaking legs and arms, your torso convulsing like you're possessed. His cum fills you up to the brim.
You collapse on top of him, your head resting on his wide chest. The speckles of silver hair tickling your cheek. You clench down and feel his cock throb inside you, You feel a calloused hand brush the hair from your face and begin to travel along the smooth skin of your back. Leaning back, he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, then another and another, until your giggling in his arms.
“Slade,” you say, your voice breathless while you try to contain the laughter, “how long are you staying for?”
“Why princess? You going to miss me?” he squishes you so close to him, you think he might break a rib.
“I always miss you when you're gone,” you say, twirling his chest hair around your index finger.
“Don't worry Sweetheart, I'll be back in time for the wedding,”
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Babybird
Dick Grayson x daughter!reader
Good!Slade Wilson x daughter!reader
Summary: Experiment 005; a perfect mix of meta-human soldier Slade Wilson aka Deathstroke and ex trapeze artist now vigilante Dick Grayson aka Nightwing.
a/n: Slade is a vigilante in this and he will also wear a domino mask instead of his usual helmet.
Also I wrote this in a pov i don’t usually write in so i’m sorry if it’s weird or somehow doesn’t make sense.
Before you were in your fathers’ care there were horrible, excruciating tests run on you. They were testing your strength, speed, agility, and stamina. If any of the tests proved that you weren’t improving, you would be punished and then forced to work on what you were lacking until you eventually passed out.
Some of the punishments included being whipped on the back, being burnt either by fire, heated metal rods or even boiling water, and sometimes you would even be cut on the arms or legs. If you were lucky they just wouldn’t have fed you that night and the next day.
That’s why you were more than thrilled to be found by your fathers while they were on a mission. They took you under their wings and treated you basically like royalty. When they first saw you in your room and saw how timid you were to see somebody that didn’t have intensions of harming you, they were furious. How on Earth could anybody possibly do this to a 9 year old!?
They both saw themselves in you and realised right away that you were made up of their dna. Dick instantly saw how one of your eyes was a bright blue and a perfect copy of his own whilst the other was e/c with little specs of the easily recognisable blue. Slade took notice of your h/c hair with a white/silver streak exactly the same colour as his own hair.
After 4 years the harsh memories mellowed down a bit. They still come back in waves every once in a while. There’s nothing in particular that causes the flashbacks either, it’s just like the universe is against you and wants you to relive your worst moments of life.
Though none of the flashbacks can compare to this. One of the head scientists that would run your tests and sometimes dish out the crueller punishments, was in your house. Both of your dads are currently out on patrol and you tried to call or get ahold of them but it was useless.
You’re sitting in your closet hugging your knees to your chest and trying to conceal your breathing so it’s more quiet. You wipe some of your tears with one hand, as somebody else’s cold hand wipes the rest of the tears. You stifle a gasp as you turn to see her sick sadistic smile.
“Hello dear, are you ready to come home?” She asks in a fake soft tone while trying to grab hold of you. She manages to get one of your wrists in her tight grasp, but with your enhanced strength you were able to pull it back.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. This is my home.” You slipped past her and ran into the kitchen. That was a bad idea, she ran after you and very quickly had you cornered.
“Oh no. No no no,” she paused and took out a syringe and chuckled when you gasped, “You don’t have a choice, darling.” She injected whatever was in that syringe into your neck and threw you over her shoulder.
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When Slade and Dick arrived home they could instantly tell something was wrong. They went to check in your room first, but you weren’t in there, they were instantly on edge. They checked the house top to bottom, and you were definitely gone.
They did however, find a note that was supposed to mimic your handwriting, explaining how you ‘ran away’. They knew right of the bat that this was not the case and checked the cameras that were in the kitchen and living room.
They remembered the scientist from when they saved you from the labs, ‘Docter’ Gritts. The sick woman who dared to call herself a doctor after all the sick things she did to you.
After calling Bruce and your aunts and uncles to help them, everyone was on there way to the heavily secured lab. Dick was upset and Slade was furious. Slade was furious that this sick woman was able to get her filthy hands on his daughter. And Dick was upset at the fact that this woman could’ve done anything to his babybird by now.
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“Awe, how naive do you have to be?” She looked you dead in your teary eyes and tightened her grip on your neck. “They’re not coming for you! Nobody is. They wanted you out of their lives already, that’s why I took you back. They were so ungrateful to have you. They abuse your abilities by not letting you use them to their full extent!”
The words started processing in your head, for some odd reason they were making sense. All of her false words bubbling deep inside you. She soon released your neck from her grip and watched you fell to the ground. She gave you a few good kicks to the stomach and laughed leaving the room while you sobbed on the floor.
You struggled to sit up and rest your back against the wall. You tried to fully stand up but your wrists were chained to the ground. It was still a struggle to breathe and you could feel the bruises forming on your neck. Then eventually you passed out.
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Everyone eventually arrived at the lab and put a plan together. Robin would take out the guards in the front entrance and left exit, while Red Hood took the ones at the right exit and the back door. Red Robin would get into the mainframe and find out what level you were on and what room you were in.
However they had no idea what was going on inside. So nobody could properly what to plan once they were inside. To add onto the confusion you weren’t in the mainframe so they don’t know where in the building you are. The only thing they have came up with so far is to split up and spread out to cover more ground.
Everybody took different floors. Batman with floor 5, Spoiler with floor 4, Orphan with floor 3, Red Hood with floor 2, Red Robin with floor 1, Robin with ground floor, Deathstroke with basement level 1, and Nightwing with basement level 2. Everyone agreed that it was more likely that ‘Dr’ Gritts would be keeping you in one of the basement levels so they let your dads cover them.
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You heard fighting outside your door in the halls and was relieved to know that somebody did come looking for you. The pain of Dr Gritts choking and hard kicks went away while you were knocked out so you tried to gather enough strength to try to break the fairly flimsy chains.
You finally got out of the chains when the door opened. You were hoping and honestly expecting it to be either of you dads, but it wasn’t. Instead you were met with Red Robin.
“Uncle Tim!” You ran over and gave him a hug which he quickly reciprocated unnoticeably wincing when his arms touched your back. You were happy to be finally found, but you needed to know where your dads are. “Where are my dads?”
“Don’t worry they’re alright. They’re down in the basements since we thought Dr Gritts would be keeping you down there.” He unwrapped his arms from around you taking out his comm. “Hey guys, I found y/n, we’re coming down to the ground floor.”
When you two made it downstairs the first thing you take notice of is the orange and black domino mask worn by your father.
“Father!” You ran up and gave him a hug but winced when he hugged you back.
“Bubba, are you okay?” He pulled back a bit to look into your teary eyes, unlike when Dr Gritts would look into your eyes, this was comforting and not a harsh glare delivered by somebody who only wants to cause you pain. You lightly shook your head and mumbled a small ‘no’. “Let me see”
You quietly turned around so he could lift up the back of your shirt and examine the new lashes and cuts. He let you turn back around so he could wrap you in a softer hug avoiding the sore spots on your back.
“Babybird.” You heard your other dad call out to you as he came up beside you and your father softly wrapping the two of in a loving hug.
They are your family. They are your home.
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Crime and Punishment | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader (🍋)
request; Let me have it" with Slade Wilson please. I would also like for it to be smut if your willing. + The Slade Wilson smut was x male reader btw - anon
summary; Slade isn’t happy when you steal something that belongs to him
warnings; dom!Slade, praise kink, choking, Daddy kink, teasing, begging
Slade could be terribly cold when he wanted to, he could be the coldest person in the room, capable of freezing a magnesium sulphate fire with ease, he could be so cold and so ruthless without so much as batting an eye or taking a breath, but he could also be quite warm, granted not in the traditional way, but he would happily praise you and reward you and treat you like a King, like his King. But he never gave up an ounce of dominance, he would never give up something like that unless if you specifically asked him to; even today, when he was seething and snarling at you from across the room, there was still a warmness to him that made you smile cheekily as you held onto his favourite knife, looking very much like the cat that got the cream and the sly fox that had gotten away with a visit to the hen house all at once. You were smug, and Slade could see it, doing his best to try and appear to intimidate you as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he growled softly.
“Let me have it.”
“No,” you grinned, shaking your head and twirling the engraved blade with the carved handle in your hands, admiring the craftsmanship of such a thing, such a deadly little weapon. “Is this one named?”
“(Y/N).” Slade growled, shaking his head slowly and only for a moment, not particularly fond of such nonsense at the moment; he had lost a pretty big job thanks to the would-be employer getting caught committing securities fraud and money laundering. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “Give it back. Now.”
“You’re such a big, tough, guy,” you teased, leaning back in your chair with your legs slung over the arm, tilting your head to the side so that your ear was against your shoulder as you dared to flash him another toothy grin. “Why don’t you come over here and take it... Daddy?”
That was enough for Slade, it was enough to make him snap as he let out a snarl and crossed the room, towering over you for a moment before he snatched the blade and placed it out of your reach; he came back to stand over you, waiting for you to shift about so that you were laid on your back, with your head against the back of the chair, allowing Slade to rest his hands on either side of your head as he got right into your face and narrowed his eye, glaring at you.
“Do you want to be punished?”
“I don’t know,” you mused, shrugging. “Do I?”
“Answer me,” Slade snarled, pressing his knee between your legs, resting it between your thighs as he tilted his head to the side, the eyepatch glittering slightly with the light of the sun. He wasn’t about to let up. “Come on, be a good boy and use your words.”
You had to admit, you did like playing the little game and teasing him and acting up, but all the same, you could feel your cock growing hard in your trousers the more time that he was so close to you, and you did have to admit, there was an incredibly dull aching feeling in your stomach, one that begged for release and begged for all of your pent up arousal to be let loose. So you let your tongue out to quickly wet your lips before you dared to nod slowly. “I wanna be punished, Daddy.”
Slade didn’t argue, smirking to himself as he moved away, stripping off his hoodie as he went into the bedroom, he was only gone for a moment, but when he came back, his trousers were missing, and in his hand was the bottle of lube he always kept in the bedside table’s drawer, alongside his handcuffs and the gag; but he didn’t want to go heavy today, he wanted to make you squirm and to beg for him before he fucked you over the arm of the sofa. He wanted to make you beg for it.
When Slade sat down on the sofa, his boxers tented and the bottle of lube resting on the coffee table waiting to be used, you made your way over, and sat on his lap, your knees on either side of his waist as you kept your hands to yourself. When you felt how hard he was, though, you let out a whimper, and bit your lip; everything in you was telling you to switch to sitting on one of his thighs and to grind against it until you came, to get yourself off on him, and when you rolled your hips by mere instinct alone, Slade chuckled.
“Keep going.” Slade commanded slyly, but when you reached down for your cock, wanting to stroke it so that you could get yourself off, he grabbed your wrist, and he shook his head. “Don’t touch yourself.”
��But, Daddy-”
“You heard me,” he growled, glaring at you and doing his best not to let out a groan when your cock rubbed against his own, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve been a bad boy, (y/n).”
“I’m sorry,” you managed to growl out eventually, stuttering over the words, you placed your hands on the sofa either side of his head and swallowed thickly. “I promise I’ll be good, honest, I will.”
“You promise, do you?” He mused, tilting his head to the side, he easily pushed you off of his lap, letting you thud onto the sofa as he smiled down at you, switching to sit on the coffee table. “Strip.”
A lightning strike of excitement went through your veins as you did your best not to smile, knowing that you would get exactly what you wanted as you slowly undressed, tossing your shirt onto the floor and soon following it with your shoes and socks and your jeans and your boxers; you sat there, naked as anything, biting at the inside of your lip as anticipation coursed through your veins and as the excitement in your stomach seemed to bubble over, making you have to force yourself to stop the grin that threatened to form over your lips. You wanted Slade to do his worst to you, to beautifully mix pain with pleasure, to rock you like a hurricane.
“Bend over the arm,” Slade commanded, waiting for you to do as you were told, knowing that you were eager but that you were trying to hide it, although he could see it plain as day by the way that your movements were slightly quicker than usual. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the bottle of lube and came to stand behind you, giving your ass a firm smack as he growled in approval. “Do you want this?”
“Yes, please, Daddy,” you begged, wiggling your ass and letting out a soft snarl, growing impatient as your cock pressed against the edge of the sofa, although not painfully so, just enough to feel the white leather against the more than sensitive skin. “Please, please, fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me fast, Daddy, please.”
Slade was happy to oblige, applying the lube as quickly and thoroughly as he could, making sure that there was the right amount on you before he cleared his throat and leaned over so that his lips were right next to your ear. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” you growled, pushing back against him and daring to roll your hips. Fuck, you were aching for it, and you could think of nothing more that you wanted except to have Slade buried deep inside your ass and pounding it. “Please, Daddy.”
“What’s the safe-word?” He asked.
“Alligator,” you answered without hesitation, never quite sure why he chose that word but never wanting to question it - it worked, and that was all that mattered. “Now, please, fuck me already.”
Slade chuckled a little to himself, a bit hoarse and a bit breathy as he lined himself up, grabbing your cheeks to spread them before he painfully slowly eased himself in; you wanted to buck your hips and to push back against him, but you were caught off guard when he wrapped one arm around your stomach, holding you in place while his other hand wandered to your throat, gripping it tightly and making you let out the lowest howl of pleasure. You could feel the warmth of his skin on your back, which only made you want it even more, and when Slade started to slowly thrust, you couldn’t help but to shudder.
God, you wanted him to go faster, but you knew that he would tease you and would make you pay for what you had done earlier, and while you regretted it now, you had to admit that the way Slade was teasing you was only adding to your pleasure; every little stroke had meaning and had a reason, but without so much as a growl to let you know, Slade soon picked up the pace; his movements becoming fast and making you have to grip the sofa cushion in order to stop yourself from tumbling over, the hand around your throat growing slightly tighter, making you let out a guttural groan as you allowed Slade to pound into you, more than overwhelmed with the sudden pleasure.
The way he gripped your throat.
The way he held your middle.
The way he made you growl and howl and shudder.
With each thrust that Slade delivered, you could feel yourself getting more and more closer to the edge, closer to the edge of glory, the edge of heaven, you could feel yourself slipping away into pleasure and ecstasy more and more, the smell of sex and sweat coating the air as you panted and pushed back against him to try and gain a little bit more friction.
“You’re doing so well,” Slade praised, giving your throat a little squeeze. “Taking my cock like such a good boy. You’re doing so well, (y/n), I might even reward you after this.”
You could hardly stand it, squirming in his grip as you tried to chase your release, as you tried to get yourself off of the edge, as you did your best not to focus too hard on trying to last as much as getting off. “I wanna cum,” you begged. “Please, Daddy, can I cum?”
Slade nearly grinned at the sound of you asking such a question, keeping one hand around your throat as he dared to push himself up a little bit, unwrapping his arm from around your middle and pressing down on your shoulder blades as he continued to harshly thrust into you, practically making you jerk with his movements as he dared to, quite happily, snarl: “cum for me.”
You had to admit, you were a little worried about cumming against the side of the sofa, worried that it would be a pain and a half to clean up, but at the same time, you knew that Slade would take care of it, either by cleaning or by getting an entirely new sofa, he had the money for it; he kept praising you as the grip on your throat grew slightly tighter again, making you feel a little light-headed as you stuttered out his name amongst the praises, managing to get your timing just right, as with your own climax, dirtying the sofa, came Slade’s, and while you had been worried about painting the sofa, he had no such concerns, and continued to thrust into you and pound into you until neither of you could go any further; sweating, panting, hot messes over the edge of the sofa as you felt your body go limp. Slade soon pulled out of your ass, admiring his handiwork for a second before he came to stand at your side, gently tilting up your head with his forefinger and thumb on your chin.
“You did so well,” he praised harshly. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up so I can give you your reward.” No matter how rough or how gentle he was, Slade was always so keen on aftercare, and you had to admit it, you were pretty keen on getting that reward.
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Don't Shoot The Shooter
Chapter 1
It had been a week since your last job, although you really didn't need to do them for the money. It was out of habit, an itch you just had to scratch.
That itch had led you to one mister Grant spears, some semi-rich nobody who probably rubbed some richer asshole the wrong way. You don't particularly care.
Right now the only thing you cared about was fixing the dam jam in the riffle. Guns were not your thing, you preferred the two tactical tomahawks strapped to your sides. But the client wanted a nice clean kill, a bit hard if you don't get a clean slice. But with a 100% kill rate they shouldn't be choosey on how the job gets done so long as it is done.
With you finally fixing that jam you aim your crosshairs back to the man in the building adjacent to you. That's when you noticed the other man in the room, he wasn't there before and. He certainly went notices by your target.
You had two shots. You could use the one bullet to do the job and leave, it was what you were paid for. Or you could use the first shot to kill your target and use the second to kill the fucker who is trying to steal your gig.
You made the choice.
You let loose one bullet, killing your target. You had mere seconds to adjust your aim to the masked man. You thought your aim was true, your second bullet missed the man, he had ducked undercover as you fired the bullet.
You took your shot and missed, first time for everything but you weren't going to stick around to find out either.
This was the first time in a while he'd gotten a job like this, was not an unusual request just one that wasn't as common. The request was and to quote “make the fucker suffer.” He knew this was code for a slow and painful death.
He had waited for the man to be distracted at his desk before making his move. He was about to make his move when a familiar sound followed by the splattering of blood on his mask.
He knew he only had mere milliseconds to react, he ducked behind a pillar. From the angle of the shots, the shooter was on the roof of the adjacent building and either they were waiting for him or they were making their escape.
By the time he did manage to make it over whoever it was had long since gone. With no trace left behind aside from bullets left in spears and his walls.
He reaches into one of his pouches and pulls out a phone dialling a number.
“Wintergreen, we have a situation.”
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Headcanons: Slade Wilson being touch starved
(gifs not mine, credit to the original posters)
(Manu Bennet is a serious weakness of mine. That man is just..... oof. And his Slade is just so well-done. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this little Slade headcanon of mine!)
Headcanons: Slade Wilson being touch starved would include:
The first time you hug him he tenses up, unsure of how to react because it’s been so long since someone’s touched him like that, gently and unafraid.
He starts coming up with all kinds of excuses to touch you, even just in little ways; picking something out of your hair, brushing lint off your clothes, tucking your hair out of your face, etc.
When you start holding his hand, he always holds yours firmly, as if he never wants to let go. He enjoys the feel of your hand in his.
The times you have a reason to touch his face, he leans into your hand, softening under how comforted he feels by the simple action.
When he kisses you, he holds you as close as possible, wrapping his arms around you. Often, one hand stays on your back while the other moves to your hair; he wants to feel you as much as he can.
When you two are alone, he surprises you with how clingy and needy he is. He’s almost constantly touching you in some way.
One time, when he’s had a particularly rough day, you sit on him, petting him and reassuring him until he calms down. He buries his head in your neck and holds you tightly as you run your hands over his back, his hair, any part of him that you can reach.
After you have sex, he holds you close, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. It’s one of the few times he feels completely at peace.
When you realize how much he enjoys your touch, you use it whenever he needs to relax. The moment he feels you, any tension he has leaves his body.
Whenever you mention it to him, he always chalks it up to his time on Lian Yu.
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Daughter to Father (Dick Grayson x Reader)
Suggestion: Hey, what about a Teen Titans idea where the reader is unknowingly Slades daughter and is then torn between her friends and father?
OMG I had so much fun with this one! Thank you for the suggestion
You and Dick lay in bed together, your hands intertwined together. Lazily he ran his free hand through your hair and you traced a pattern on his chest. The tower was quiet tonight, and you two were just enjoying being together, existing in the same space.
“I had fun today.” Dick spoke softly into the darkness. You hummed in response, smiling at the thought of today. It had been a day with Bruce and Jason, officially meeting the parents.
There was a pause of comfortable silence before Dick ruined it, “You never talk about your family.”
You stopped tracing patterns abruptly, and looked at him, “there’s not much to tell.”
“Come on Y/N. You met my dysfunctional family.” He laughed.
“My family isn’t fun. It’s a shit show.” You said.
“Okay,” Dick spoke evenly, but you could hear the twinge of sadness in his voice, “You don’t have to tell me if your not comfortable.”
You knew that Dick would never push you on this, but he had opened up so much. He told you about the trauma of seeing his parents fall to their death. His story was just as bad as yours, and you figured you should share.
“Okay,” you sighed, “My parents met in the army, and they fell in love. When they came back to the US and had me, my mom she wasn’t all there any more. PTSD after the war, she would be fine one minute and the next she would think she was back in combat and see everyone as the enemy. But my dad, he loved her so much and he helped her, never left her.
“But because she was dangerous when she had her fits he taught me how to fight. I think I’ve been fighting for longer than I’ve been walking. And then one day my dad disappeared, the police looked for him, but they couldn’t find him anywhere. It hit my mom really hard, she ended up killing herself six month later. It was always Dad who kept her grounded, and she just couldn’t take it without him. So I was put into foster care, bounced around until I found you guys. And now I’m here.”
When you finished your story tears welled behind your eyes. It was weird thinking back to your family, you tried your best not to think of your own tragedies. Dick held you tighter, hugging you close to him.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s not fair.” Dick whispered kissing the top of your head lightly.
“Don’t worry,” You smiled softly, “Everything that happened brought me to you.”
That night you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, which isn't unusual. Dick likes a morning workout.
You stumbled your way to the kitchen, following the scent of coffee and the sound of your team. When you stepped into the threshold you Cyborg and Beast boy started laughing, while Raven looked mildly amused.
“See I told you,” Cyborg laughed, “She just appears when the coffee is made.”
“Well I hope you already poured my cup if you knew I was coming.” You replied shortly.
Cyborg laughed harder, and Raven used her powers to put a warm mug of coffee into your hands. You smiled thankfully and began to sip the coffee appreciantly, listening to Beast Boy tell an animated story about what happened at the pizza parlor the day before. Raven was rolling her eyes, muttering about being in love with an idiot.
Beast Boy was at the climax of the story when Dick in his full Robin attire came in followed quickly by Starfire. They both looked serious.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Dick started.
“Don’t be.” Raven interjected deadpanned. Beast Boy stuck his tongue out at her.
“But we got a time sensitive mission. We just received intel on where Deathstroke is.” Dick said, acting as if the exchange before didn’t happen.
The room grew deathly quiet. Deathstroke was one of the team’s worst enemies, and you all wanted to stop him. It was crazy to you how close you would get to him, only to be moments behind. You yourself had never seem the masked villain, but a few of the others had.
“We are going to start off in stealth, which means it’s Raven, Tigress, and me.” Dick said, using your code name instead of your real name. “Beast Boy, Starfire, and Cyborg form a perimeter. We are not letting him go this time.”
In less than ten minutes all of you were at the abandoned warehouse. You were about to go in but Robin caught your arm, and turned you to him. You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong, but he slammed his lips onto yours. You melted into the kiss.
“Stay safe.” Robin whispered when he pulled away. And with that he ran off to start the mission. You stayed in your spot for just a moment, your fingers on your lips, the feeling of his kiss lingering.
Then you were running into the building. You were to look through the cat walks, search for Deathstroke. You moved in silence, the training your father gave you helping to search effectively. You gripped your twin batons that you fought with, tightly, taking comfort in their weight.
You were in a back corner of the warehouse, there was a door that hadn’t been on the blueprints that you poured over. You crept up to it, your heart thundering in your chest. Pressing your ear to the cold metal door, you took a deep breath and listened. On the other side someone was talking and pacing.
“The job’s done… Check the news if you don’t believe me, he’s dead.”
You stepped back shocked, and dropped both of your batons. The pacing and talking stopped, but you didn’t care.
You knew that voice.
Oh God that voice.
The metal door before you swung open and Deathstroke stood in full uniform, sword at the ready. You should have been scared, but you weren’t.
“Dad?” You asked, your voice choked off. “Daddy is that you?”
Deathstroke didn’t move for a moment, he looked all too tense. You weren’t sure if he believed you, but you hoped he would hear it in your voice, just like you had.
Suddenly he was running at you, and for a split second you thought that this is it, you were going to die. But no hurt came, instead Deathstroke wrapped his arms around you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced.
“Oh my baby girl.” your father whispered into your ear, his voice catching in his throat, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Dad, what happened to you. Where have you been?” You asked, and then a sense of anger came over you. You pushed away from your dad, and you could see pain in the way he held himself, but to his credit he didn’t move to stop you. “I thought you were dead.”
He took off his mask, showing a tired and worn face, a black eyepatch covering one eye. A long scar was around it. He looked so different, yet still undeniably like your father.
“The Bat, he took me away. Threw me in a secret jail, no trial no real justice. When I finally escaped I went home. I found out your mother died. You were in the foster system and they wouldn’t let me see you. I tried to find you Sweetheart, but your file was sealed. I’m so sorry that you had to deal with so much alone.” He was crying and tears welled in your eyes as well.
It wasn’t fair, none of it was.
How could Batman do something like that? You had looked up to Bruce, you had dinner with him less than twenty-four hours ago.
Then a terrifying thought crossed your mind, did Dick know about this secret jail? Anger bubbled in your gut.
You were so absorbed in the moment you had forgotten about the rest of the team, until Dick ran at Deathstroke. He must have gotten worried when you didn’t check, and had come to find you. You screamed when Dick lunged, and Deathstroke ran to you, not caring for his own life.
“Dick stop!” You screamed, but Dick didn’t listen. He swung for your father again, but your dad stood pushing you behind him, trying to protect you.
“Y/N run!” Your father commanded, blocking another punch.
“No!” You screamed. You just got your dad back, you weren’t leaving him.
“Y/N,” Dick yelled, his attacks coming faster, and more vicious, “What did he do to you?”
Your dad threw a sideways look at you over his shoulder, but didn’t comment on Dick’s words.
“Dick, please!” Your voice sounded whiney in your own ears, “Please leave him alone.”
It didn’t matter though, because your dad had a smoke bomb. He set it off, and slipped an arm behind your knees, scooping you into his arms. Behind you Dick was sputtering and coughing.
Your dad ran for about fifteen minutes, expertly evading all the Titans. You stayed silent, tears running down your cheeks. Why didn’t Dick just listen to you? If he had none of this would have happened.
Slade stopped on the roof of a warehouse a little while away, feeling safe that the Titans wouldn’t follow, he let you down. When you were finally on your feet again, your dad looked so broken, “Y/N are you okay? You’re crying.”
He looked you up and down, searching for injuries. You had none, only a splintering heart, “Why wouldn’t he listen to me Dad?”
Your dad looked very underprepared for the question. The last time you had spoken to him you were twelve, and boys were barely on your mind, and now you are in a healthy committed relationship. It was a strange jump for him.
“The boy back there?” Your dad asked awkwardly, making you cry harder.
“He’s my-my boyfriend. Why wouldn’t he just listen to me?” You asked, running into your dad’s arms. He hugged you back fiercely.
“Sweetie, I’m not a good person. I’ve hurt people, he thought he was protecting you.” Your Dad said, running a comforting hand through your hair.
How could your father be this understanding? You knew of his crimes, but he was being honest, and he was protecting your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who just tried to kill your father.
“I know Dad.” You whispered.
“If you want to go back to him. To them, I’ll understand.” He was hugging you so tightly. You could tell he was hoping you said you’d stay, but he would let you leave if that’s what you wanted.
“No,” You cried, “Clearly Batman isn’t as just as he claims. At least you are honest.”
The hug got impossibly tighter and you could feel wet tears on your shoulder. Your dad was crying.
I would be difficult, but you were a family again.
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Could you do headcanons of dating slade wilson? 😄😄 your writing is amazing btw
It’s pretty short unfortunately!It’s my first time writing about Slade Wilson so there might be somediscrepancies here and I apologize in advance! Thank you for sending in therequest and hope you enjoy! I have a busy day ahead so updates might be sparse!
You have probably been more thanacquaintances and less than an actual friend and somewhere along the lines ofbeing enemies too, with Slade Wilson. You have this rivalry going on betweenthe two of you too! So the first time you probably realized your feelings forSlade, you might have been gob smack like how in the world did that happen?
You probably also accidentally letit slide that you have emotions for him and to your ultimate surprise, Sladeconfesses that he is attracted to you too. The two of you never had thatconversation ever again but sort of fell in to this routine where he takes youout on not-dates and you make food for him for not-dinner-dates.
The gradually that line disappearedand you are very much comfortable with Slade. He calls you ‘baby’ and youabsolutely hate it. He calls you ‘baby’ because he knows you hate it so inreturn you call him something like ‘sweet cheeks’ or ‘little darling’ just toannoy him.
The relationship the two of you haveis full of banters and it’s also very explosive too. You have a temper andSlade just likes seeing you blow up because he says, “you look sexy when youget mad”
Despite how Slade likes toconstantly make you mad, the moment someone touches you inappropriately or makeyou feel sad, be prepared to face Slade’s wrath! He is fiercely protective ofyou and very determined to protect you from harm’s way. Might even teach youhow to throw a punch or two or even use a blade.
You are not afraid to stand yourground with Slade though especially if you think he’s doing something you don’tlike at all. Sometimes you tell him that you will no longer privy with what hedoes at night because you trust him and you trust him enough to know that hewill tell you when he is ready
You are Slade’s home – his anchorand his savior. This relationship between the two of you, Slade will try hishardest to protect it with all his might. He doubts he will ever find someonethat is feisty and not afraid to talk about their opinions like you.
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12 Days of Ficmas: Day 10
Quiet Winter Night
Slade Wilson x reader
Word Count: 237
Things were peaceful. The curtains were open so they could watch the snowfall from their places in cozy chairs where they were reading together. Occasionally, one would take a sip of brandy from a crystal tumbler. The fireplace cast a warm glow on their faces in addition to the welcome heat it provided. Their phones were left in the bedroom, leaving them undisturbed in this little haven they created for themselves. Things couldn’t have been more perfect.
Well, they could have if not for the bullet you put cleanly in one of their heads, a second following but a single heartbeat later to land unerringly in the forehead of the other.
“We should use the fireplace more,” you mused, pulling your cheek away from the cold metal of your rifle so you could pack it back away in its case.
“We’d have to be home for that,” Slade pointed out as he mirrored your movements.
“Well, it’s the holiday season. Maybe we should take a week off. Invite the kids over or something.”
He leveled you with a Look.
“Okay, maybe just enjoy it being us for a bit and then invite the kids over.”
“We really talking about having a family holiday over a crime scene?”
You scoffed. “Like you care.”
He rolled his eye. “We’ll see.”
“Been a while since we’ve had Jason over. He could probably use a break from the Waynes.”
“We’ll see.”
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12 Days of Ficmas: Day 3
Holiday Movie
Slade Wilson x reader
Word Count: 211
It was the best kind of day:
Snowy outside, just cool enough to warrant blankets inside, a quiet holiday classic playing on the TV across the room, and most of all, you’d spent the bulk of the day napping on and off while tucked into Slade’s warm side on the couch. With a content sigh, you shuffled deeper into his warmth.
“Comfy?” his voice rumbled lowly.
You just mumbled a quiet, “Uh-huh,” as your answer.
His answering chuckle was decidedly amused, but he didn’t say anything else. Deathstroke the Terminator just shifted the blanket so it better covered you.
“I don’t think anybody would believe me if I told them about this,” you mused after a bit.
“I’d have your tongue if you even tried. I’ve got a reput--”
“Yeah, right down your throat!” You snickered like a teenager as you cut him off.
The soul-deep sigh was a perfect indicator of how he felt about your tragic sense of humor. “Why did I marry you again?”
“You pick on a teenager for kicks, baby. You’re not allowed to complain about my jokes.”
“I can when he’s been rubbing off on you.”
“Nope,” you replied, chipper as you popped the ‘p’. “Not even then.”
“Uh-huh. If you say so.”
“I do.”
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24/50 Touches:
whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
Slade Wilson x reader
Word Count: 279
Note: Heavy sexual themes in this one. (Not smut, but much innuendo and such). If you’re a minor or sex-repulsed, you may want to skip this one.
The hair on the back of your neck was standing on end, his breaths stirring the fine little peach fuzz there every few seconds. He had you pinned back against the wall, had for a few minutes now, and so far said nothing. He seemed to just be enjoying the way your body fit against his, like they were made to be pressed together.
Initially, you weren’t complaining about it. The erection in his pants did wonders for your arousal, spiking it higher as he ground it into you. But then it riled you up to the point that you wanted more. You squirmed as much as you could against his grip.
Slade’s voice was low and full of gravel as he whispered, “You want something, sweetheart?”
“You know I do,” you snapped despite the shiver that rolled down your spine because of him.
This was all deliciously tempting, letting him have his way with you. Every cell in your body craved more; yet you knew he wouldn’t give it until he was good and ready. That was what you signed up for this evening, after all.
He gave a slow roll of his hips that had you cursing the layers of clothing between you. He hummed deeply before nipping at the side of your neck. “Have you earned it?”
“I really fucking hope so.”
He leaned back, allowing you to see the way the steel blue of his eye was almost entirely hidden by his blown-out pupil. “You better watch your mouth.”
“Or what, sir?” you teased.
“Or maybe I’ll just tie you up here and have my own fun on the bed. Alone.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
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31/50 Touches
doing a pinky swear
Slade Wilson x reader
Word Count: 270
NOTES: This is a prequel to this fic, just fyi
You stared at Slade’s outstretched pinky for a long moment before your eyes trailed up to his. You raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a bit old for pinky promises?”
He raised his eyebrow right back at you like it was some bizarre contest as to who could get theirs higher. (The answer was you, as you were quick to display.) “You don’t respect any other sort of promise, so I thought it was worth a shot.”
You crossed your arms. “You’re not leaving me here, Slade. Why the fuck would I promise to stay?”
“Because, contrary to your insistence to act as stupid as fucking possible, you’re not an idiot. You won’t be any use to me. You’re staying here.”
“You need backup, and I’m all you got. You’ll just have to deal with it.”
“I don’t have gear for you. What are you gonna do? How will you get in?”
You smirked. “Easy. One of us doesn’t only pack guns and armor.” Casually, you reached into your duffel and pulled out the dress you’d stuffed in there as you were running out the door before this whole hellish trip began. It wasn’t your best, to be sure, but it was wrinkle-resistant so hopefully your rough treatment of it hadn’t left it mangled beyond being presentable. “I don’t have to sneak in anywhere.”
The deadpan expression he gave you was worth every moment of arguing and naturally made you dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“I’ll go get ready.” You blew him a sarcastic kiss before ducking into the bathroom.
Behind you, you heard him mutter a quiet, heartfelt, “Bitch.”
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