#slade wilson x yn

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Right There | Slade Wilson x m!reader (🍋)

@spicyveganfun asked: “You can come when I say you can” and Daddy Kink/Praise Kink with Slade and a bottom reader please 🥺 👉🏾👈🏾

summary: you and Slade have a little fun. 

tws: anal, mentions of fingering & rimming, swearing, Daddy!kink, praise!kink, spanking, choking

notes: Dom!Slade, top!Slade, sub!reader, bottom!reader

word count: 756

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Slade had you on your hands and knees on the bed, his arms around your waist as he pounded into you harshly, such a relentless pace that you almost thought that you could feel your heart in your fucking mouth; his moans mixing with yours and filling the air around you both, only just covering the sound of his balls slapping against your skin, your ass filled and stuffed with his cock as you pushed back against him and tried to ignore the sweat that dripped down your face. Sex with Slade was great at best, but when he was fucking you like you meant nothing to him, or better yet, like he hated you, you couldn’t deny that it was some of the best sex you had ever had in your life; he brought one hand up to lay it around your throat, his fingertips digging into the skin so harshly that you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care, you just wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t take it any more. 

“Fuck, Daddy!” You yelped when he delivered a particularly harsh thrust, reaching out to grab the headboard, your knuckles clicking audible when you grasped the metal. “Fuck! Right fucking there!” 

“You’re being such a good boy,” he growled, leaning over so that his voice was directly in your ear. “Fucking taking my cock like a champ.” 

He pulled his hand away from your throat, and delivered a smack to your ass, the sound echoing through the room as he moaned softly. You were so glad that you used more lube than you thought you would have needed, his cock so big that it still stung a little when he slid it in - even if he had licked and fingered your ass until he was sure it was ready. 

“Daddy please,” you whimpered, pushing back against him and letting out a soft gasp when he roughly slammed into you again, a shiver running down your spine. “If you keep fucking me like this, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Now, (y/n),” Slade snarled, shaking his head and smacking your ass again. “You know that you can cum when I say you can.” 

“Oh, fuck,” you hissed, able to feel your cock start to twitch, only just about managing to hold yourself back as you bit down on your bottom lip and moaned loudly. 

“That’s it,” he praised harshly. “Fucking look at you, so fucking handsome, and doing so fucking well… I might let you cum when I do.” 

“Fuck, that’d be so fucking hot,” you admitted, but your words were soon silenced by the way he started to pick up his pace, so rough with you that you thought you were going to pass out, sheer ecstasy overwhelming you. 

You almost couldn’t hold it in any longer, whimpering and whining so loudly that you knew that anybody who passed by the flat would hear you without a doubt, but you didn’t care; all you wanted in that moment was for Slade to let you cum, for him to finally say the word and let you finish; you could feel it bubbling in your stomach, the need and the urge to cum, sweat dripping down your face and a thin sheen of it covering the rest of your body, and when he started to choke you again, you very nearly let loose. But then his movements became sloppy, mixing between rough and soft as he moaned and continued to praise you, letting go of your waist in order to steady himself with one hand gripping the headboard, his knuckles going white; you could feel him starting to cum in your ass, and finally, he said the words you had been longing to hear. 

“You can cum.” 

You couldn’t help the guttural and animalistic moans and howls that left your lips as you came with him, spilling onto the bedsheets as he filled your ass, slowing down to let you ride it out; you very nearly collapsed on the bed by the time you were done, just about keeping yourself up as you tried desperately to catch your breath. He pulled out, admiring the sight of your ass filled with his cum for a moment before he chuckled and growled softly. 

“We should go get cleaned up,” Slade gave your ass another smack, although this time it was playful, and almost gentle. “C’mon, I’ll run you a shower.” 

You nodded, panting heavily. “Gimme… gimme a sec, I gotta catch my breath.” 

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[Dinner at the Wilson’s]

Tim: Y/N? Well? Do you wanna tell Slade about what happened at school today?

Y/N: Um… o-oh, I flunked my math quiz.

Tim: No, the other thing!

Slade: What other thing? What happened at school today?

Y/N: Oh, the school shooting?

Tim: Yes, the school shooting!

Y/N: Oh, yeah, some kid shot up the school.

Slade: Who shot up the scho—was it you?

Y/N: No.

Slade: Did you get shot?

Y/N: No.

Slade: Oh. Well, what’s this about failing a math quiz?

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Domesticated | Slade Wilson x m!reader

@spicyveganfun asked: You're mine, and only mine" with Slade 🌝 pretty please with a Cherry on Top? Also I watched The Gray Man so I understand now 🥵

summary: Slade's never been one for the domestic life, and you've known that since day one, but sometimes it all gets too much, and you need to put some space between you and your boyfriend.

tws: swearing, jealousy, possessiveness

Slade wasn't usually one to get jealous, he knew what he could do and he knew who exactly he could trust, the same as he was more than confident that you were at least happy with him, if not content; his favourite boy toy, it wasn't long before you were the only one. He soon dropped the other people he was seeing romantically and sexually; an ecologist working for Wayne Enterprises, Slade knew that there was no way you would betray him, he didn't doubt for a second where your loyalties lied - you weren't shy about siding with Poison Ivy and making damn well sure that he knew it. Slade wasn't one to get jealous, though, he wasn't one to bark up that tree, not when he was so fucking confident in himself and in the relationship; the years he had been with you, a chance encounter when you had told him off and chewed him out for daring to step foot on protected lands that held endangered species - he was sure it was some sort of garter snake - even in his full gear with his sword out. You spoke to him like he was a nobody, you spat at him and ordered, demanded, that he take a different route. He knew he liked you immediately.

In all honesty, though, he was rather shocked when he walked into the flat he shared with you to hear Sabaton's 'Coat of Arms' album playing on the speakers, which granted was normal, but the sight that greeted him had him stopping in his tracks; sat on the floor, you and Bane were enthralled with a book, and judging by the pictures that Slade could just about make out, it was about snakes. He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side and able to feel how the sunlight hit his eyepatch, listening carefully.

"No, see, that's where people get it wrong," you huffed. "Snakes don't dislocate their jaws. It'd be fucking painful as shit to eat if they did."

"I see," Bane nodded. "You're very smart, Mister (y/l/n). I'm surprised nobody has offered you their hand in marriage."

You let out a soft laugh as you shook your head, gently nudging him with your shoulder. "Please, nobody would put up with me for that long!"

He shook his head, laying a large and heavy hand on your shoulder. "Not even Slade?"

"Not even Slade," you sighed, hanging your head and scratching at the side of your nose. "He'd rather we just... y'know."

"What?"

"He'd rather we just... fool around, I guess," you shrugged. "I don't think I mean all that much to him... maybe once he gets bored, then he'll chuck me out."

Bane hummed softly, wrapping an arm around you and gently running his hand up and down your bicep; Slade hadn't even been spotted yet from his spot hidden just behind the door. He frowned. You were his, and he was certain that he wouldn't get bored of you; he had no idea that you had felt that way, but he did tell you time and time again that domestic wasn't exactly something suited to him... but then, perhaps it wasn't even about the domestic life. Maybe you were thinking of something else. But as he watched Bane crush you against his side, Slade couldn't take it any longer; he had to mark his territory and stake his claim, so he sighed, and made his way over.

"Is there a reason you're hugging my boyfriend?"

Bane let you go immediately, and you sighed, shutting the book as you looked at your friend. "You best go, mate. He'll only get worse... for now."

Nodding, Bane stood up, and stole a look down at you. "You know you have a place with me, if need be."

"Thank you," you muttered, watching him leave. As soon as the front door was closed, you turned to Slade. "Was there a reason that you interrupted that?"

Slade nodded. "He was all over you. Like I didn't even exist."

You shrugged, leaning back against the sofa and draping your arms over the edges. "And? He's my friend. I hate to tell you, babe, but friends do get a little phsyical contact in here and there."

Kneeling between your spread legs, Slade put his hands on your chest, practically pinning you against the sofa as he glared at you. "You're mine, and only mine. And I didn't like the way he was touching you."

"Then that's your problem," you told him. "Not mine."

Slade moved around so that he could straddle your lap, hooking his arms around your neck as he growled softly, shaking his head. "I heard what you said. Do you really think I'll get bored of you? After all this time?"

"Eventually," you shrugged. "But look, I've made my peace with it, alright? I know one day you'll tell me to leave and you'll bring in some super hot asshole who can do things I can't. I know that."

He shook his head, sighing heavily as he cleared his throat and frowned. "I'd never do that."

"Slade," you scoffed. "You've said it time and time again - you're not interested in being domestic. I'm trying to respect that - I know my time is limited."

"Not you," he breathed out. "Your time isn't limited. You have as much as you want."

You rolled your eyes, you knew he was lying and you were certain that this time you really couldn't stomach it. "I think... maybe we ought to take a break."

"A break?"

"Y'know, I'll move out for a bit, we'll spend some time apart," you explained, "stay together just... a little distance between us both, y'know?"

"Where would you go?" He asked, his voice dropping to hardly more than a whisper.

"I dunno," you sighed. "Maybe I'll go stay with Ivy for a bit - I've got some work questions for her anyway."

He nodded, getting off of your lap and sitting beside you. "Do you want that?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "I think it'd be good if we both, y'know, sorted out where we both wanna go with this. Sort out what we both wanna do, and then... work from there."

"I'll help you pack," he said. "How long do you think it'll take?"

"A week, two weeks, three weeks," you started, "it just... it's... it's however long we both need. Say we meet up at the end of the week and go from there?"

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Unhappy | Slade Wilson x m!reader

Anonymous asked: "Don't lose your temper" and  "Losing you is my biggest fucking fear right now" with Slade Wilson? with a male reader please

summary: Slade isn't happy when he finds out what's been going on between you and Bane.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

Slade was not happy in the slightest. His jaw was tightly clenched and his fists were balled at his sides as he wandered around the large and expansive flat that he shared with you, his boyfriend; he was pissed, and he could hardly look at you as he approached. He just had to find out from Bane, he just had to find out that his own boyfriend was seeing Bane behind his back, and from the sounds of it, you were pretty close. His voice came out as a low and harsh growl.

"What the fuck are you doing with Bane?"

You looked up from your book, and removed an earbud as you smiled warmly at him, tilting your head to the side. "Hey, baby. You're home early."

Slade shook his head, letting out a harsh and tense breath as he stared at you. He could feel the warmth from the sun on his eyepatch. "What the fuck are you doing with Bane?"

You hummed, then shrugged as you rubbed the back of your neck for a moment, a little embarrassed if you were honest. "We, uh, we got a system going."

Slade narrowed his gaze as he ground his teeth. "What?"

"Don't lose your temper," you said gently. "We're just swapping books. I prefer paperbacks, and he's got loads, so if I find a hardback, I get it for him and swap it for the paperback. He gives me paperbacks if he finds the hardback versions."

Slade's entire demeanour changed, his shoulders slumping as his jaw unclenched and his fingers loosened from a fist; he could tell you weren't lying, he always knew when you were being honest, and although he was usually distrustful about everyone, when it came to you, he knew when your honesty was real. And right now, it most certainly was.

"Why?"

"We have the same taste in books," you replied, "and it gives me something to do when you're not around - I mean, look, he gave me his paperback of All Quiet On The Western Front today!"

He rolled his eye as he dared to sit beside you, his hand on your thigh. "My boyfriend... is swapping books with Bane. What, are you gonna start a book club? Invite Lex?"

"Him? Definitely the fuck not," you scoffed. "He's an ass... and anyway, it's nice just me and Bane, we like the same books - he's... I wouldn't say a friend, but close."

Slowly, Slade nodded. "You're safe with him. He knows you're my boyfriend."

"How? I mean, I told him when we first started our little swap, but..."

"I told him when we first got serious," he replied, "losing you is my biggest fucking fear right now. I won't let anyone mess with you - and I know you can hold your own, but I'm not talking about that shit. People talk."

You nodded, daring to place a quick kiss to his cheek as you chuckled. "Thanks... you didn't have to, though. I don't give a fuck if people talk - I'm a grown fucking man, I've got more important shit to worry about than what some cunt has to say about us."

Slade chuckled, scratching at his throat for a second. He did always like that about you, the fact that you didn't care what people had to say and that you were more than capable of handling things by yourself; sure, he gave you a few tips on how to make things easier in a physical fight, but you didn't need much. After all, when he had met you, you had the Batman pinned down and you were warning him not to go anywhere near you; he relaxed a little, knowing that he didn't have to worry about protecting you took a great weight off of his shoulders, and watching you easily take down your opponents when you had to was something he never tired of. He liked you, a lot, and he was glad when you started living with him; although now, you spent more time with a book than sparring - you could relax. You didn't have to worry, and neither did he. Even if he did still fear losing you - whether because he fucked up or because something happened - he didn't worry much. And his fears were mostly pushed down.

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Seriously | Slade Wilson x m!reader

Anonymous asked: may i request "dont tell me you love me then act like like I don't fucking exist" with either slade wilson or bruce wayne please? with a male! reader please. thanks

summary: Slade's been getting more and more distant the more time that goes by, and eventually, you reach your breaking point.

tws: swearing, mentions of blood

pronouns: he/him/his

You and Slade had been together for a good long while, and for the first stretch of time, the relationship was good and you were happy and content; even if it meant that, when it was your turn to do the laundry, you occasionally had to get blood stains out of his clothes. You were happy with him. But then things started to change, Slade started to change.

He stopped texting when he was on the way home. He stopped even pretending to take an interest in the things that you liked and did. He disregarded your feelings and brushed you aside.

At first you thought he was just tired from his workload increasing, but when it didn't stop when he had a few weeks off, you began to think that maybe he had become ignorant of you, and in that ignorance, he had also gotten bored. You started to wonder how many days it would be until he left, leaving nothing behind but his scent on the bedsheets. Maybe even a couple of grey hairs in a comb he'd forgotten to take with him.

You never really talked to anyone about it, even though Bane had brought it up more than once during your afternoon scrabble games. You weren't really sure what to say, in all honesty; how did someone explain that he was worried about his boyfriend leaving him? How was a man meant to explain that he was worried his boyfriend would run off with someone who was far more exciting and didn't grumble and groan with complaint when he had to go grocery shopping?

But now, you were sat at the breakfast bar, watching Slade as he made his own breakfast, he had not even asked if you wanted any, but when you lit up a cigarette, he glared at you.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Smoking," you shrugged. "What does it look like?"

"We agreed when I first moved in, no smoking when we're cooking." His voice was demanding, although the volume remained at a low thunder that made you s off and shake your head.

"Really? 'Cause after the last few days, I wouldn't have thought you'd care what I did."

Slade tilted his head, his eyepatch catching the light a little and causing silver flakes to flicker across the material. "What's that meant to mean?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

You took a long drag from your cigarette, flicked the ash in the glass tray beside you, and forced yourself to bite back a bitter laugh. "You've pretty much acted like I haven't fucking existed."

He groaned, running a hand across the back of his neck as he rolled his eye. "Oh, c'mon, you know I love you."

"No," you spat. "No, don't tell me you love me and then act like I don't fucking exist. I don't care if you're fucking Deathstroke. You don't get to pull that shit. Ever."

"You are my boyfriend," he sighed. "You know that. You know I care."

"Slade... all due respect, but cut the shit and tell me honestly: do you want me? Or do you wanna leave?"

"I want you," he placed his hands on the breakfast bar, his biceps on show thanks to his lack of a shirt.

"Then tell me why you've been acting like a cunt."

Slade smiled a little, letting out a soft growl as he met your gaze. "Because I've been trying to make sure we don't have any problems with anyone. Bats or clowns, even fucking twats in masks and their boyfriends."

"Is that the actual truth?" You asked.

Slade nodded.

"I'm not forgiving you just yet," you told him with a shake of your head. "I'm still fucking pissed at you, but... but I guess, after some time, I can forgive you."

Slade only nodded again. "You want any breakfast?"

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Walking After Midnight | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader

request; Hey can you do “you look exhausted” for slade Wilson with a male reader - @greedydevils

summary; Slade isn't happy when he finds out you went on a walk in the middle of the night without him.

warnings; none

It was well and truly after midnight, nearing closer to two o'clock in the morning by the time that you finally reached the door to the flat that you shared with Slade, the sound of 'The South' by The Cadillac Three playing in your earphones had put you in a good mood as you hummed along to the song quietly, unsure of whether Slade was awake or not.

With great caution and care, you opened the door, careful not to stand on the bit of laminate that always creaked, trying to sneak in as if you had done something so terrible; all you had done was go for a walk at midnight, needing to clear your head, needing to fall away for a few moments - you had been told that long walks sometimes helped with the inability to sleep.

"I wondered when you'd be home," Slade said from the little kitchen, making you flinch before you relaxed and came to sit at the breakfast bar opposite him. "You know, I almost had half the mind to track you down and bring you home myself."

"Slade..." you ran a hand down your face, grumbling as you let out a bitter laugh. "I thought you'd be asleep."

"Without my boyfriend?" He questioned lowly, shaking his head. "Do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself in?"

You shrugged, leaning your chin on your forearms as you looked up at him, raising a brow. "Not a lot, I mean, I've got you to protect me."

Slade glared at you, such an icy and cold glare that it could melt even the hottest of flames and make even the most solid of metals melt and turn to puddles. "I wasn't there, though, was I?"

"No..." you grumbled, letting out a huff and looking down at the blank marble. "'m sorry, I just... I couldn't sleep, and I'd heard that walks help..."

"Well, that does explain why you look exhausted," Slade mumbled, running a hand through his hair and frowning. "Why didn't you get me?"

"I thought you'd be asleep," you admitted.

"Next time," putting on best voice of authority, Slade leaned over, his hands on either side of your elbows as he pinned you to the spot with his glare, "next time you wanna go walking after midnight, you get me. I don't care what time it is, you grab me."

"Okay," you agreed with a hint of a smile.

"Promise me," he growled.

"i promise," you vowed, knowing that you would almost certainly keep it. "You're not angry at me, are you?"

"No," he shook his head, lowering himself down enough so that his face was at the same level as yours. "No, I'm not angry."

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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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Party Crasher | Slade Wilson x M!reader

request: Hello there! Hope I’m not bothering you (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)Can I have Slade Wilson with a male reader and the prompt “I don’t care what anybody says, I love you, and I love being with you” - anonymous

summary: Slade crashes a party that you’re attending. but not for the intentions that some people may think. 

warnings: swearing, smoking, alcohol, sexual references

Rock music caused the house to seemingly shake and mixed with the sound of uncountable amounts of people howling along with a strong and loud and proud sound, the stench of alcohol clinging to the kitchen and the conservatory in the back, the pale grey smoke outside dancing with the stars in the light of the moon; for a Saturday night, it wasn’t actually all that bad, with countless people packed into the house of a friend of a friend who knew your friend, and you had of course been dragged along despite the fact that it was in the middle of Gotham - the middle of the city where that piece of annoying shit idiot with green hair and a hideous purple suit was likely to come and, for no reason apparent to anyone but himself, crash the party. You despised that court jester. But all the same, you knew that your boyfriend Slade was working nearby, and that if that vile clown did show up, Slade would run over and sort him out without making too much of a scene; you knew that with a single text, he would be there within an instant and he would solve any problem that you would have. You knew that Slade, as distant and as cold as he could be at times, would do his best to solve whatever shit you had going on. 

But what you weren’t expecting was when the music got louder and the night wore on more and more, and you were out the back garden with a cigarette and talking to your friend, a disposable cup of something strong smelling and burning in one hand, the hairs on your arms mingling with goosebumps as the cold air nipped at your skin; perhaps a simple polo shirt and jeans wasn’t the best choice, but you didn’t find it anything other than a mild inconvenience; what you didn’t expect was a hand on your shoulder, and to see your friend’s eyes go wide as they stared at the man behind you. White hair and an eyepatch, a grey hoodie and a pair of black jeans not unlike those of which farmers would wear, a small smile on his lips only just visible in the light that poured through from the open conservatory doors. 

“Slade.” 

He nodded curtly at you before turning to your friend. “I want to talk to my boyfriend. Privately.” 

You friend left, but before you could open your mouth and ask anything or even bark out a stutter of what the fuck was he doing there, he smiled, licked his lips, and shook his head. “I know I crashed the party, but I got off of work early, and I wanted to see you. I don’t want you here alone so late, and I’m sure as fuck not letting you walk home on your own.” 

You smiled back, thankful for the small amount of warmth that came from knowing that he was there not for some stupid jealousy reason about seeing his boyfriend, his man, flirt with someone else - but he was there because he cared. He came to see you because, in his own way, he cared. 

“You might’ve crashed it a little,” you admitted with a nod. “But I’m glad you’re here, regardless - I mean, at least now I don’t have to worry about getting lost on my way home because the streetlights turned out and my phone died.” 

Slade shook his head, rolling his eye as he sighed. “I’ll try and keep a low-profile, I know that-” 

“Don’t,” you told him plainly. “I don’t care what anybody says, I love you, and I love being with you, and for fuck’s sake, I don’t give a shit what anyone else has to fucking say about it, you’re here, and you’re with me, and if they have a problem with that, they can suck my fucking dick.” 

He frowned, a glint of humour in his eye as he hummed lowly. “I thought that was my job.” 

“I hate you,” you laughed for a moment before finishing off your cigarette and throwing it into the plant pot that had become the ashtray for the night, filled up about halfway with the discarded ends of a filthy habit shared by so many. “Can we go back inside? They’re playing Korn.” 

“After you.” 

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Slow and Gentle | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader (🍋)

request; Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request prompts “We have all day” and "I fucking love you." For male reader having lazy morning sex with Slade Wilson? - anon

summary; for once in far too long a stretch of time, Slade is home in the morning, home all day, and you have the perfect idea of how to spend the time.

warnings; swearing, top!Slade, bottom!reader

Slade wasn't often home in the mornings, he wasn't often home and sleeping beside you, one arm trapped beneath your shoulders as you splayed out on the bed, the back of your hand against his chest, the other pressed against the wall, your legs spread and your mouth agape, he wasn't often home, his other arm behind his head as he slept peacefully in the large bed. He wasn't often home in the morning. He was usually gone, either having gotten up hours before dawn or wasn't even on his way home, he just wasn't around at such a time. As much as you had hated to admit it, though, you had gotten used to it and had settled into the routine of him not being there when you reached out to touch the sheet beside you; usually it was so cold that it made you shiver and frown - but this morning, when you reached out, you found the warm welcome of his chest rising and falling, the sensation calming as you let yourself relax a little, not bothering to open your eyes as you kept your hand on Slade's chest, letting his breathing keep you tranquil until he groaned, grasped your wrist, and opened his eye.

"Good morning."

His voice was thick with sleep, a mere rumble of thunder, quiet and softer than usual and almost like a far away storm; but even still, he bucked his hips as he tried to move down the bed a little, just to remain comfortable.

"Morning," you muttered, your own voice hoarse and clogged with an oncoming yawn. You moved to get a little closer, morning chill too much to handle as you wormed your way against his side and threw one leg over his, tucking your arm behind your head as you wrenched your other hand free of his grasp just so that you could lay it upon the spot of skin just above the hem of his boxers. "Is this a day you're gonna stick around?"

Slade nodded, still a little hazy as he brought his arms up to rest them behind his head, he couldn't remember the last time he had rested - not even slept but rather truly rested. He couldn't recall when it was, he wasn't even sure if he had experienced such a thing before. "You got me all to yourself, we have all day to do whatever you want."

Slowly, almost cautiously, you dragged your hand a little bit further down, resting it on his cock but not daring to move further, not daring to even twitch as you looked at him with a slight smirk. "All to myself?"

Slade rolled his hips, swallowing thickly as he bit back a growl, a snarl that had embedded itself in his throat like a snake's fangs in a rat. "All to yourself. Whatever you wanna do."

"I can't speak for the entire day," you started, "but I think I know how we could spend the morning, at least."

Slade smiled at that, licking his lips as he told you to touch him a little more, he loved how your touches were still so cautious, as if his word wasn't enough, but once he was hard, he looked over at you, and bit his lip harshly when he realised that you were just as hard as he was.

"Roll over," he commanded, and when you rolled onto your side, he grasped your ass harshly, enough to leave temporary marks. "I wanna fuck you so bad, (y/n)... you gonna let me?"

You pushed back against him, nodding as you let out a quiet whimper.

"Use your words, pretty boy," Slade growled.

"I want you to fuck me," you said through gritted teeth, trying to control yourself if only for a moment. You felt Slade shuffle about behind you, the opening of the bedside table's drawer, he grabbed something before slamming it shut; you turned over again, lying on your stomach, your cock pressed against the mattress, Slade yanked your pyjama bottoms down, praising you for not wearing anything beneath before he applied the cool liquid to your ass and gave it a firm tap.

"You still want me to fuck you?" He asked, his voice more guttural and quiet, a mere grumble from the back of his throat, a slow clap of far away thunder.

You nodded, letting out a quiet whimper as you bit at your lip. "Yes."

With that, Slade slid into you, not caring much for the soft shudder that left your lips, he pushed you onto your side, holding you close with his arms wrapped around your stomach as he jerked his hips slowly.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he hissed, keeping you close although his grip loosened. It was too early to be rough, to be callous and quick. Slade was usually the type to be rough and calloused and quick, but today, today he thought that slow and gentle would be the best option, and by the way you moaned and pushed back against him, he knew he was right.

"Slade..." you reached back, grabbing his hair and letting out a quick and sharp moan when he took the hint and started to bite and suck at your neck to leave marks in all the right spaces. "Ah, fuck, don't stop."

Slade was more than happy and willing and eager to oblige your request, moving one arm behind his head to keep himself propped up on his side, the other grabbing whatever spot of flesh he could and holding on tightly like you were his hair. He was lost in the sound of your growls and grunts, lost in the way the sweat started to coat your skin, lost in the way you moved with him, lost in the way you felt.

When you started to cut your own noises off, starting to jerk your hips a bit faster than he was going, starting to grab his hair that little bit harder, Slade knew that you were close; he didn't even need to ask, continuing to roll his hips, gently thrusting with such a slow pace that it was almost torturous for you, but Slade didn't care. He was more focused on getting you to call out his name when you splattered the mattres with your cum, he was more focused on getting you to the point of no return.

"That's it, be good and cum for me," he growled, smiling as he let you cum, daring to watch as your cum spilled on the mattress, a little smug as he smacked the side of your ass and chuckled. "Fuck, that's hot..."

"Can't... stop, don't stop," you begged through pants and huffs of air. "Slade, please, I want you to cum in me."

Perking up a little, Slade was more than happy to fulfill such a request, making sure to keep his movements slow and gentle as he brought himself over the edge, grabbing you wherever he could reach as he filled your ass.

"I fucking love you." You whimpered, smiling contently as you turned your head slightly and smiled. "I really fucking love you."

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Looking Disrespectfully | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader

request; "I have the biggest fucking crush on you" may I request this one with Slade Wilson please? - anon

summary; it's never unusual for you to swing by Slade's place, he doesn't care... but maybe he does, maybe Slade does care in his own way.

warnings; swearing, praise

As a friend of Bane, you were no stranger to the residence of Slade Wilson, often spending days at a time there just to see the man himself and to spend time with him; Bane once called you the best man that he knew, despite the fact that you honestly didn't do much. You certainly didn't do the kinds of things that Bane or Slade did. But you did punch Roman Sionis that one time. Sionis annoyed you sometimes, but he couldn't touch you, not when Bane and Slade had come to pick you up. You were practically untouchable.

So, no, it wasn't much of a surprise or something out of the ordinary that you were more than at home on Slade's sofa; one leg dangled over the side, the other propped up on the arm as you laid on your back and scrolled through your phone. All of your other friends were out partying, out and about doing seemingly everything fun in the world, some of them were posting about how great their newest romantic fling with; it made you wonder about Slade, about whether he would ever be interested in you. Probably not. He probably would have been more interested in a man that was way more handsome, way smarter, way better at everything and anything; he probably would have been more interested in a man that didn't pick fights with Gotham's gangsters. You put your phone down, letting it rest on your chest as you sighed, propping one arm behind your head, the other on your stomach.

Slade knew you were there, or at least, you hoped he did, you hoped he had gotten the text you had sent him an hour ago and that he was probably just taking a quick shower or making sure his armour wasn't damaged or cleaning up his weapons. He was probably doing something.

You allowed your eyes to drift shut after a while, uneasy and light sleep taking over for a moment as your head turned to the side, letting you snuggle a little bit into your own arm as you sighed and grumbled. It was a dreamless sleep, the kind that came with lazy summer afternoon naps in a field or bitter winter morning naps halfway up a tree.

When you awoke, sweating and breathing heavy, you were confused as to why there was a black silk blanket thrown over you, clearly done carelessly but with some thought; it made you smile a little as you came to, stretching and clicking your back as you sat up and rubbed your face. You felt a few bumps here and there, nothing outside of the usual amount of acne spots if you were honest. But when you got to your senses, a jaw aching yawn ripping through you, you could have sworn that you could hear a little grunting.

Looking over at the other side of the room, your eyebrows raised and your throat grew dry, a hum escaping from your mouth as you looked at Slade; he was doing pull-ups with the bar he had hung on the doorframe a while ago, and while you didn't want to be disrespectful, you couldn't help but to look at his muscles. His shoulders and his back, his arms... the sweat dripping down his skin as you swallowed thickly and looked at the way his jogging bottoms clung to his body. You bit your lip as you watched him. Fuck, he was beautiful.

"If you're gonna sit there like that, you should come over and look with your hands," Slade suddenly growled, not stopping as he continued to pull himself up with the bar.

Your breath hitched as you grumbled, looking away suddenly, your gaze catching the very interesting white laminate floor and the incredibly fascinating plain pattern on the boards. "I wasn't looking."

Slade scoffed, dropping down from his bar with a heavy thud, he ran a hand through his white hair and made his way over, a little bit smug as he stood before you and commanded your attention, drawing your gaze to him as he smirked. "Oh, really?"

"Really," you grumbled. "I wasn't."

"Don't lie to me," he told you, the smirk dropping as he tilted his head slightly to the side, the sun catching his eye patch and causing small glittering spots of gold to dance on the black material. He knew you liked him, he had known since you had first caught feelings for him, and he did take a certain pride and arrogance and smugness in the fact that you did.

You sighed, growling a little as you ran a hand through your hair and dared to get up, doing your best to square up to him and to ignore your body screaming at you to kiss him and to hold him close. Folding your arms across your chest, you shrugged, staring at him as you scowled a little. "Fine. I was looking disrespectfully while you were working out."

"Good boy," Slade praised lowly, knowing from the flash in your eyes that he had stricken gold, his smirk came back and he hummed lowly. "And why were you looking?"

"Slade-"

"Answer the question, (y/n)," he commanded. He would be patient with you if you wanted him to be, but all the same, he wanted to hear you admit that you had feelings for him, he wanted to hear you say it.

You hated him, in that moment, although it was the certain kind of hate that would fade within a minute or two, as you were certain that he was just playing with you the way that a cat plays with a dead bird or a dog plays with a dead rat; you knew that Slade would never feel the same for you, he would desire someone better than you could ever be... but even still, you couldn't help but to obey his command. "For fuck's sake... it's because I have the biggest fucking crush on you, alright?"

"There's a good puppy," Slade praised, slowly reaching out to lay his hand on your shoulder as he nodded and looked you up and down for a moment. He retracted his hand, and took a step back as he moved over to his little kitchen to grab something to drink. "I'll do what I can for you, but I'm telling you this now - I'm not some romantic hero."

"I know," you shrugged, following him and taking a seat on the black leather stool at his breakfast bar, letting your forearms press against it as you leaned forward slightly. "I wouldn't expect you to be, but..."

"But?" He growled, flashing a look your way as he didn't even dare to ask you if you wanted a drink. You knew where everything was, you could get it yourself.

"Don't you... fuck, Slade, you could be with anyone you want," you chuckled bitterly, shaking your head. "Don't you want someone smarter, more handsome, someone better?"

Slade shrugged, muttering something beneath his breath as he leaned against his white marble counter. He wasn't exactly an interior designer himself, but he was rich enough that, when he bought the place, he had been able to afford being able to hire one. Even still, when he dared to look back at you, he couldn't help but to scoff. "I want you, (y/n)."

"But-"

"You can walk out of that door right now," he started, "and we can act like none of this happened... or, you can stay there, and you can be mine."

Slade had all the time in the world for you to make up your mind, he had every second available to wait for you to decide what you wanted; it did take you a while to decide, a little while to think of whether or not you were going to ignore the fact that he was far, far out of your league... eventually, you gathered yourself, and you spoke.

"I'll stay." You dared to smile at him as you nodded, knowing that most days you would be able to put aside your worries and your insecurities. "Yeah, I'll stay... if you'll let me."

"Make yourself at home."

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Games | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader

request; "Don't make me chase you." "Well, if you want it back..." with Slade Wilson please?🥺 - anon

summary; quarantine isn't any fun, especially not when you're boyfriend still goes out to work, but sometimes there's a little spot of joy in the bad times.

warnings; swearing, quarantine au

Quarantine was getting to you, as although your boyfriend Slade could go out and could do his job as usual - although he was using his sniper rifle instead of any weapons that would mean that he had to get close, you were stuck at his flat; it was spacious, sure, and he had a balcony that was practically almost the size of a garden, and there was plenty to do, but... staying inside all the time and not being able to leave the flat due to lockdown restrictions wasn't exactly your idea of a fun time. Roman Sionis' boyfriend and a friend of yours from your childhood days who had often remarked that you would be the best man if he ever got married, Victor, quite often texted you to see how you were, but beyond that, you practically had no one to talk to outside of Slade. You couldn't go anywhere to meet up with your friends, you couldn't drop by where they were living - some had moved back in with their parents, others had moved in together before quarantine, as everybody had known that it was coming; you were alone when Slade wasn't around, which was something that was far from enjoyable, something you absolutely hated.

Being alone in quarantine was awful, as whenever Slade went out to work, you worried that he would end up in a bad way or that he wasn't exactly safe; you worried for him, you really did, as even though he was more than capable of looking after himself and that he always wore his mask and he always kept more than six feet away from people with his sniper rifle, you did worry that something would happen and that he would have to end up staying in a motel until he was able to come home again. You hated the thought of something like that happening, you really did, you always worried about it happening, getting that dreaded text that said he couldn't come home for a while because he had to quarantine himself from you; fuck, even when he disinfected and scrubbed down his armour after every job, you still worried more than anything. Slade didn't worry so much, he was always careful and he always making sure that he never got too close, that he never came into contact with someone physically, that his mask was always on - he was careful, and he was thorough when he disinfected and scrubbed all of his gear and his weapons that he had used. He was careful.

Thankfully, though, today Slade was home and he had a few days off until he had to go to work all over again, and while you knew that he wanted nothing more than to prepare for his next job and to get ready, to make sure that he had a disposable mask that he could put beneath his orange and black helmet one, to make sure that his weapons were cleaned and so was his armour, to make sure that everything was safe and that he was taking those extra precautions; you did also want to play a little bit of a game, as quarantine boredom was getting to you, and although you knew that Slade would never hurt you, you did like the thrill of making your assassin boyfriend a little bit more annoyed than usual. He knew it was all in good fun, though.

Grabbing his helmet, you grinned as you hunched over slightly, swaying from side to side as you grinned. "Slade."

"I need that," he said sternly, sighing as he ran a hand through the white hair on his head. His eye patch had been washed recently, as it was still a little bit glittery from it. He frowned. "Give it here."

"I don't think I will," you mused, taking a step back and preparing to bolt at any given second. You could tell that Slade wasn't in the mood for such a childish game, but you also knew that he probably needed it on behalf of the fact that Lex Luthor had been nagging him about the Batman almost constantly, and when that stress piled on with trying to keep safe all the time when he was working... well, he probably did need to let go.

Standing up, Slade sucked in a harsh breath as he shook his head and sized you up, he could have easily snatched the helmet back without breaking a single sweat and he knew that you knew that, but even still, he knew that you were bored and that you wanted to play some silly game just to pass some time in quarantine. So, he cleared his throat, and he put on his best commanding and stern voice as he said, "don't make me chase you."

"Well, if you want it back..." you chuckled, and the second Slade took one step forward, you bolted, holding onto the helmet for dear life as you made your way through the flat.

Skidding around corners and around objects, nearly crashing straight into the glass doors that lead out onto the balcony that you didn't realise were closed; you could hear Slade's footsteps on your trail, heavy and harsh like a thunderstorm, which only spurred you on more as you weaved through the flat until circling back to the glass doors. Quickly, you opened them, laughing a little to yourself as you stopped in the far corner to catch your breath.

"Are you gonna give it back, now?" He asked, tilting his head as he stood in the doorway, and although his face was dead serious, you could see in his eye that there was a sparkle of a little bit of playfulness. A little bit.

You shook your head, trying to catch him off guard as you raced to get back inside, but Slade easily caught you by sticking an arm out and letting you smash into it before he tugged your back against his chest and he snickered, taking the helmet away from you with his free hand.

"Slade!" You protested with a bitten back laugh, trying to wriggle free of his grip but not with too much effort.

Slade tutted, throwing the helmet over his shoulder so that it crashed onto the white sofa, and he kept his grip on you; it was firm, but if you wanted to, you could have easily broken free of it. "I told you to give it back, didn't I?"

You huffed, trying not to grin and laugh as you slumped against him and grumbled. "I was only playing, for fuck's sake."

"I know," he growled, retracting his arm and letting you sulk as you walked over to the far end of the balcony, leaning your forearms on the railing. Slade had enjoyed the game, chasing you down so that he could get his helmet back - but even still, he did need it, and he didn't appreciate the fact that you had taken it from him. "But you know that I have a meeting with Luthor when I go back."

You sighed heavily, frowning as you moved over a little so that he could stand beside you. You had enjoyed the game, for the few moments that it had lasted, and now you knew that it was back to the usual quarantine boredom. "I hate this."

"I know."

"No, Slade," you grumbled and growled a little as you searched for the right words to say and to explain what you were feeling, how you missed being with your friends and with your family, how you yearned to be able to hug them tightly and how quarantine was causing you to feel like a trapped animal in a cage without any enrichment. "You get to go out, I mean, yeah, it's for work, but you still get to leave, you're not... you're not stuck at home all day worrying about whether or not your boyfriend's gonna make it home, you're not watching the news every fucking day wondering if the people you love are next and if-"

"You're my boyfriend, (y/n)," Slade started, "anything that you want, I'll get it for you. You know that."

"I want things to go back to the way they were before," you grumbled, resting your forehead against your wrists. "Forget it... yeah, no, forget it - let's just... I dunno, let's just do something else, I don't wanna think about this bullshit."

"I think I have just the distraction in mind."

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Robin Redbreast in a Cage | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader

request; Hey Fitz! Could you please do Slade with a Robin!reader(male) and the prompt “You know there’s always room for you here” ?? - @justagenderfluidstuff

summary; being Batman's sidekick is a tough job, but especially when you're dating one of his adversaries.

warnings; swearing, mentions of gore

Being Batman's sidekick wasn't exactly the dream job you had imagined, and you wanted to go out in your own and to take on the world, but even though you were a few years older than Jason, and you had only taken up the whole Robin gig after you found that establishing yourself as your own superhero in Gotham wasn't exactly easy; Bruce agreed to help, to train you and to advise you, and while you couldn't have been more appreciative of his help, you did want to break free.

It was no surprise that you found yourself with Slade; he was charming, he was handsome, you didn't even know what he did for a living until he allowed you into his flat and you saw the Deathstroke armour sat by the bed. You knew that you should have told Bruce right there and then, you knew that you should have reported it to him and told him, but you liked Slade. A lot. So you kept it to yourself, sneaking around to be with him and to see him. Sneaking around especially behind Batman's back.

You wondered from time to time if he ever knew why Robin and Deathstroke were always within minutes of one another. You hoped he didn't. Being involved with someone he despised, someone he fought with on a regular basis, you knew that you would have been halfway up shit creek without a boat, let alone a paddle.

So you tried to hide it, you tried to cover the marks on your skin that made you smile, you tried to cover Slade's scent, you tried to explain the new shirts that ended up in your wardrobe that definitely weren't yours, you lied about going out with a date and about seeing friends overnight - you lied, because you knew what would happen if you didn't.

You hated every second of it, too, feeling like you couldn't be your own man and you couldn't love Slade openly, you hated feeling like you had to sneak around, and you knew that you had to get away from it all.

None of that mattered now, though, as you sat on the sofa next to Slade, screams and the crunches of bone sounding from the television as a group of college kids were eaten alive, blood spattering every inch of the scene; nothing mattered as you relaxed against Slade and let him put his arm around you, nothing mattered as you slung an arm across his waist and sighed heavily.

"Bruce got to you again."

"Yeah," you grumbled. "He's not a bad guy, he's literally the opposite, he just..."

"Wouldn't approve of me fucking his sidekick?" He chuckled, raising a brow.

"Pretty much," you nodded, letting out a harsh sigh. "I don't fucking get it. I'm my own fucking man, I'm a fucking grown man, yet because I'm with you, I have to sneak around like a fucking teenager? It's bullshit."

"A robin redbreast in a cage puts all heaven in a rage." Slade said, tracing your bicep with a deft finger.

"Yeah, yeah, and a dove house filled with doves and pigeons shudders Hell through all its regions," you muttered. "A dog starved at his Master's gate predicts the ruin of the State - what's new?"

"I didn't know you read William Blake," he mused for a second before shaking his head and letting out a scoff. "Either way, I'm trying to say - you know there's always room for you here, (y/n)."

"What if the big bad Bat finds out?" You asked. "He'd fuck us both up."

"At least you'd be out of your cage, robin," Slade chuckled at the last word, almost as if he had amused himself with your torment for a second.

"At least I'd be out of my cage," you agreed with a heavy sigh. You didn't even flinch when the people on the screen were torn apart and ripped into shreds.

You did want to get out of your cage. You wanted to be your own man, out of Batman's shadow and able to love Slade openly instead of sneaking around.

Slade was patient enough, quite happy to watch the screen without so much as a second thought, he had put the offer out there, and whether or not you wanted to take it up was entirely up to you.

"Fine," you agreed. "But we gotta make sure we do this right - I'll... I'll just tell Bruce that I'm moving in with one of my mates, he'll believe that, right?"

"Probably," Slade shrugged. "And even if he doesn't, me and Bane can-"

"No." You said firmly, shaking your head. "You're not hurting him."

"Fine." Slade grumbled, looking away. "Have it your way."

You smiled, daring to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

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Staying | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader

request; "I'll stay... if you want me to" and “Your hurt, let me take a look” with Slade Wilson x male reader pretty please 🥺. - anon

summary; Slade gets a little concerned about you.

warnings; swearing, blood/injury

Slade was concerned when he didn't hear from you for the majority of the day, it wasn't like you to ignore his texts, usually you at least read them on read, so he knew something was wrong by the time his day was through; he could hear the faint sounds of heavy metal playing from inside your flat, and although he didn't care enough to note which song it was or what band it was by, he was at least relieved that you were at home.

He let himself in and dumped his gear at the door before kicking it closed and checking out the flat, keeping his guard up until he found you sat on your bed; you were holding a thick wad of kitchen roll to your arm, the blue paper towels turning dark with blood. It made him furrow his brow as he cleared his throat, his voice coming out as a mere growl.

"You're hurt, let me take a look."

"I'm fine," you tried to say, although your voice was strangled by a seething sound as you removed the kitchen roll from your arm and dared to smile. "See? Just a graze."

Slade wasn't convinced, sitting next to you and snatching your arm in his grasp; you were his boyfriend, you were his partner, and he would have been damned if he had let anything happen to you. He would have made anyone who hurt you feel ten times the amount of pain - even if they had just bumped your shoulder. But upon inspecting your arm, Slade could tell that it was done by sheer accident, as the cut was jagged and the skin was peeled slightly; he guessed that you had caught it on the door or had grazed it against something or other.

"Stay here," he commanded, leaving you for a moment before returning with antiseptic wipes and plasters and bandages. He was a little rough when he cleaned the wound, and he was a little rough when he dressed it, but he growled softly and nodded when he was done. "I don't have to work for another couple days."

"Does that mean I can have you to myself?" You asked, daring to offer a smile as you laid your hand on his thigh and tilted your head.

Slade nodded. "Providing a certain bat doesn't fuck it up."

"I don't think he will," you admitted with a shrug. "And even if he does, I'm sure the clown will keep him busy enough so we can actually get some time together."

Slade smirked a little, thinking of all the ways that he could spend those precious couple of days with you as he looked over you; you were so handsome, and he couldn't deny that he would have broken anyone's back for so much as looking at you the wrong way.

"I'll stay... if you want me to," he told you. "But if you want me to go, my shit's by the door, and-"

"Stay," you said. "Please... stay."

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Gore | Slade Wilson x Male!reader

request; “How can you watch stuff this gory?” With Slade Wilson x male reader - @spicyveganfun

summary; film night with Slade is always fun, if you're honest.

warnings; gore/blood mentions, swearing, gets a bit heated and into Dom/sub dynamics at the end ig

Slade didn't mind the fact that you had insisted that once a week you had to sit down together and watch a film, as every other week, it was his turn to choose, and he did also quite like the fact that watching films with you was quiet; he could forget about work for an hour and a half and focus on other things instead, he didn't have to worry about the clown, or Bane, or even that Roman guy whose bark was worse than his bite.

Slade didn't tell you what film he had chosen, and when you settled on the sofa with your back against his side, his arm dangled over your shoulder, and a bowl of crisps on your lap, he pressed play; you didn't think it was a horror film until the words 'Cabin Fever' appeared on the screen, making you frown a little as you looked up at him.

"How can you watch stuff this gory?"

"You picked The Human Centipede last week," he pointed out with a chuckle, shaking his head a little. "This isn't as bad."

You scoffed, the crunch of the crisps loud and nearly silencing the film when you had a handful; you didn't mind gore, you didn't mind the blood and the guts being thrown around on the screen, just as you didn't mind that the film was definitely not as gory as the one you had chosen the previous week. But even still, you would have thought that Slade wouldn't have liked such films - his job itself was gory and violent, and you guessed that he would have wanted to get away from it when he was home.

"Does this not make you think of work?" You asked curiously, lifting up the bowl slightly when he gestured to have some.

"Not really," Slade said with a shrug. "I don't exactly kill teenagers at cabins."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and shifting so that your side was against his, the bowl now between you both. "You know what I mean, asshole."

"Don't talk to me like that," he growled, although there was a certain playfulness in his voice that made you smile a little.

"Or what?" You mused, licking your lips as you dared to throw one leg over his. "You'll punish me again?"

"I might," he replied, "or, if you're a good boy and you stop, I might even reward you after this."

"I think I'll take my chances," you chuckled. "You know how much I like to misbehave."

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Bother | Slade Wilson x M!Reader

request; Ok ok ok, can you do Slade Wilson with the prompt "Just go, everybody fucking leaves" ? Some angst ( /comfort if you want to) - @justagenderfluidstuff

summary; nobody bothers with you, nobody cares, not even your own boyfriend

warnings; swearing

author’s note; it wasn't stated whether you wanted gender neutral or male reader, so I just went w male, which I hope is alright

Laid on your bed, the duvet was crumpled halfway down, you had one leg crossed and one stretched out as you grabbed your controller for your console and loaded up a game that you decided would be a good enough distraction; sure, sharks weren't man-eaters and they almost definitely didn't hold grudges, but the game was fun as you controlled the shark and allowed it to snack on unsuspecting beachgoers. It was a good distraction, and one that you needed more than anything.

Slade, your boyfriend, hadn't been around in a few months and your friends hadn't so much as texted to check in on you at all; you were alone, a man with nothing in the world except a video game and the last little speck of hope that maybe, possibly, someone would come along and offer some companionship; but hope was dwindling, hope was almost nonexistent, everybody always left. Everybody always left as soon as were bored of you. Nobody ever stuck around for long. Nobody ever cared enough to.

You didn't expect anyone to come over, you didn't expect anyone to bother, distracted by your video game as you tried to defeat an hammerhead shark, you didn't even think twice about the door opening, and the sounds of heavy footfalls upon the laminate flooring until the bed dipped, and your game suddenly paused, the controller violently yanked from your grip.

"You didn't answer my texts."

You glanced over at Slade, huffing for a second before turning into your side, your back to him. "Why do you care about that?"

Slade frowned, shook his head for a second as he switched from the game to the music app, putting on 'Sweet True Lies' by Beast In Black. He folded his arms across his chest, kept the controller on his lap as he let out a scoff. "You're my boyfriend, why wouldn't I care?"

"Because nobody does," you growled. "Nobody gives a fuck. Just go, everybody fucking leaves - you'll leave eventually as well. Fucking everybody does... besides, it's not like you're ever around."

"I have work to do," he said.

"Yeah, work," you grumbled, moving so that you could feel the wall against your forehead, the cold gentle against your skin. "It's always fucking work."

Slade furrowed his brows, looking at you and debating whether or not to reach out, almost like he felt something compelling him to prove that he was there. He kept his hands to himself. He felt cold sweat stick between the top edges of his eyepatch and his skin, and he sighed. "Do you actually want me to leave?"

You didn't answer, pulling your knees up slightly so that they, too, touched the wall.

"Fine, be like that," he scoffed, getting up off of the bed and shaking his head. He took a moment to think, to decide whether or not he was going to leave, but then he looked at you again, and he knew what he had to do. "Dinner's in an hour. It's your favourite."

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His Work and Nothing More | Slade Wilson x Male!Reader

summary; sometimes, Slade has to wonder if your work is the only thing that you care about. 

warnings; mentions of violence, quarantine au

author’s note: this is my first Slade fic, so, uh, it might be incredibly shit, smoking, Daddy!kink, low-key dom/sub dynamics 

Slade didn’t mind quarantine so much, he could easily keep up his work and taking jobs without needing to get close to people, not to mention that he wore a mask almost constantly when he was working, but he had a feeling that you were struggling with it; having taken up a course while you were stuck inside, he wondered why you were so frustrated at not being able to do the practical work for the course when you knew fully well that you wouldn’t be able to. But he didn’t comment on it much, the same as he never got in the way when you were doing your online classes and when you were stuck sitting at your laptop all day on Microsoft teams, having to put up with weak internet signals and miscommunication, not to mention trying to explain to people how to share their screen and to turn their microphones on, although sometimes he would sit beside you and let you rest your legs on his as he cleaned one of his guns. Although Slade did start to think that, perhaps, you had your work and nothing more; focusing on it for hours on end and snapping at him when he got in the way,  getting yourself in far over your own head, stressing yourself out more than he could have imagined - had he been a softer, kinder, man then perhaps he would have pulled you away or he would have found a way to have gotten you to stop, but he never did. At most, he would make you coffee or buy you a packet of cigarettes; if he had the time, he would sit down and let you explain things to him in the simplest way until you realised what you were doing and where you were going with something; but today wasn’t really much different, despite the fact that it was his day off. 

You were sat at the table on your laptop, groaning and growling and gripping your hair as you hunched over your laptop and stared at the blank screen as if it was supposed to do something, as if your assignment was going to write itself and as if you were just waiting for it to happen; Slade sat beside you, an arm wrapped around your shoulders as he nursed a beer and waited for you to finish your assignment so he could finally get his hands on you and so he could finally punish you for making him wait for so long. Had it not been for your begging and the fact that he hated saying no to you, Slade would have slammed your laptop shut about three hours ago and given you the best distraction in the world - but you insisted on getting the assignment done, you had insisted on finishing it in time for the deadline, so for now, Slade had to hold back on teasing you and on trying to get you to stop working in favour of spending what was left of the dying day in bed. 

Sighing, Slade yanked your laptop over to himself, shaking his head as he cracked his knuckles. “Homeostasis and temperature control - what is it?”

“Slade-” 

“What is it?” He pressed with a commanding growl, glaring at you enough to make you sigh and to allow him to help… in his own way. 

“Fine,” you grumbled, shaking your head and running a hand through your hair as you started to explain what it meant and what it does, letting Slade type it for you as you talked him through it, answering every question that he dared to growl out to prompt you. 

In all honesty, Slade didn’t understand half of it, but the assignment was getting done, and that meant that he would have time with you at the end of the day if you managed to do it; he did have to tell you to slow down here and there so that he could type what you were saying, the same as he did occasionally have you ask you to repeat yourself, but even still, he mostly managed to keep up despite not understanding - he heard a few words here and there that he understood, ectothermic being one of them, which he could have sworn he heard Lex Luthor say about before when talking about reptiles, especially snakes. He didn’t bother to ask about it, though. But although he wouldn’t admit it, Slade was pretty proud of you - you had clearly been doing your homework and had clearly been keeping up with your work despite the fact that quarantine made distractions easier and made spending days in euphoria and ecstasy thanks to Slade’s touches that much more common. He had to give you that, he was quite impressed. Maybe, he thought, instead of punishing you when the assignment was done, he would reward you instead. Maybe. 

He took a quick look at the other tab on your laptop that you had open, the assignment question and criteria, and he raised a brow as he looked at you. “How do mammals regulate temperature?”

“We’re endothermic, we... we control temperature inside, basically,” you explained, “we shiver when it’s cold, and we sweat when it’s hot. Other mammals pant, but it does the same thing.” 

Typing the sentence, Slade nodded, and shot you a smile. “You’re done. That’s it.” 

“That can’t be it,” you said, shaking your head. “There’s not nearly enough detail, there’s-”

“There’s plenty of detail.” He deadpanned, handing you back the laptop and sighing. “Now, puppy, your work’s out of the way… how about Daddy gives you a reward for being a good boy and managing to finish it before the deadline?”

You swallowed thickly, licking your lips as you met his gaze, shaking a little bit as anticipation and excitement mixed so beautifully in your stomach like a thousand daffodils and a thousand butterflies, making your hands shake a little as you dared to bite at your bottom lip, thinking about all the rough and harsh things that he would do to you that he knew you loved so much. “Please?”