#trigger warning: Slade Wilson

[on-the-clear-blue]

Nightwing crouches at the edge of one of Bludhavens tallest buildings, watching the streets with a pair of binoculars, back hunched and seeming more gargoyle than vigilante.

Deathstroke pads out from the shadows, the older man confident as he looks down at the hero: Truly fucked up this time kid...heard from a little bird that one Richard Grayson is in some deep shit...the offer still stands. Come with me. Let go of those silly set of rules and live a little...I remade the Red X suit...

Nightwing turns, and Slade realizes two things at once, Dick Grayson preferred to be closer to street level...and that he wanst that bulky.

Bruce, dressed as Nightwing and covering Bludhaven to let Dick have a date night, staring at Deathstroke as he stands and pulls out the escrima sticks: Come the fuck again?

Slade Wilson, realizing now that...Oops that's batman: Now wait there a second...you have a no kill rule Batman...

Bruce, filled with even more murderous rage: If I get you and the Joker my sons will love me again...you have a 3 second head start...

[mitsulov]

Chapter 1: A New Beginning(?)

Trigger Warnings include: Depression, Suicidal thoughts / ideation, Mental health struggles, Family issues, Emotional manipulation, Violence (mild to moderate), Blood (brief mention), Strong language.

“This building is far too small for a suicide attempt, kid. At most, you'll end up with a few broken bones.”

The voice belonged to a woman with long white hair streaked with black, an eyepatch covering her right eye. She stood with her arms crossed, wearing a tight black and red outfit, staring straight at you with an intensity that made you shiver and furrow your brows. But before you could speak, she interrupted you.

“The name’s Rose Wilson. And I’ve got an offer for you. If you listen, it might just change your life.”

Years passed.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, retouching the dye on the left side of your hair—pure white. In the reflection, you saw Rose walking into the bathroom.

“For Christ’s sake, [name]! Every single time with this. Slade’s going to be back any minute, and you’re still at it!”

You rolled your eyes. You knew your mentor wouldn’t care. When he said he’d arrive at a certain time, it usually meant he’d be at least four hours late. Typical.

Placing the dyed section of your hair in the sink, you turned on the faucet to rinse it. That made Rose freak out.

“What the hell—no! Not in the sink—”

“Don’t worry,” you cut her off calmly while washing. “I’ll clean it up. Like I always do.”

After rinsing your hair, you grabbed the hairdryer. You could hear Rose leaving the room, muttering about how stubborn you were. You chuckled quietly to yourself.

Once your hair was dry, the sink cleaned, and your look finalized, you headed off to change. You chose something casual: a tank top, cargo pants, a leather belt, and combat boots.

Admiring yourself briefly in the mirror, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Instinctively, you launched a front kick at the figure. A hand caught your foot—not without effort—and you recognized your mentor, Slade.

“You’re improving. But now’s not the time to fight.”

“Sorry, reflex.” You laughed awkwardly, lowering your leg and straightening up

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go. I’m on a tight schedule.” His tone made his impatience clear.

Where were you heading? Therapy, of course. Where else?

Nothing escapes Cassandra’s eyes.

She’d noticed Jason disappearing more and more around the mansion. He wasn’t in the library, nor his old room. It wasn’t something recent—this had been going on long before she’d joined the family.

One day, she quietly followed him, watching from a distance and choosing to confront him only after she knew where he was going.

He led her to the hallway where the four guest rooms were located—a section rarely cleaned, filled with cobwebs and layers of dust.

She saw him enter one of the rooms and slowly approached, opening the door carefully. Inside was a small room with faded walls, a neatly made bed, a shelf crammed with trophies of all kinds, and a small wardrobe.

Sitting on the bed, Jason was gently cleaning a first-place trophy. Cassandra had never seen him look so… vulnerable. So sad.

“Are all of those... yours?” she gestured toward the trophies.

Jason sighed, clearly aware she’d been following him, but for some reason, hadn’t stopped her.

“No. They belong to someone special…”

Cassandra tilted her head, puzzled. She wanted to ask who—but Jason spoke before she could.

“Come here. I’ll answer all your questions.” He patted the bed beside him, and she obeyed, sitting down, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

“Can you tell me who this special person is?”

Jason scoffed softly, but continued.

“Damian’s not Bruce’s first child. Bruce has a kid from his first marriage. Their name is [name].”

Cassandra’s eyes widened in shock. Bruce had never mentioned this. Not once.

Jason went on.

“You probably don’t know because Bruce avoids talking about it. I only know because I grew up with [name]...”

Cass began connecting the dots but sensed it went deeper. She kept listening.

“[Name] worked so hard to be recognized. But Bruce never even looked their way...” Jason gripped the trophy in his hands—not hard enough to break it, but firm enough that Cass noticed his anger.

“Even so... [name] was special. They’re my younger sibling. And I’m going to bring them back.”

“What happened to [name]?” Cass asked the question despite the fear in her chest.

Jason hesitated, then spoke.

“They disappeared. After I died... they vanished. No body, no trail. That’s why I believe they’re still alive. And I’m going to find them.”

Cass saw the fire in his eyes. She’d never seen Jason so determined—not even when he went after the Joker.

She couldn’t help but wonder what [name] was like. Would they accept her as a sister? Would they be someone special to her too?

“Just... don’t tell anyone about this. Especially Bruce. Please.”

Cass was surprised by his plea, but nodded without hesitation. If needed, she’d help Jason in his search—no matter what.

I wish I had made it longer😫, but besides my creativity having gone out the window🥲, I have so many mock exams to do😒, my brain is toast😭.

[nemoredraw]

Can we get a full Nemo (your oc) body drawing? And some notes about them! I’m invested in his story and his deal!!!

[TRIGGER WARNING] Violence, drugs, etc.

Of course!

Here are some reference drawings I usually use.

Fun facts about Nemo Arkham:

• Skilled in mechanics: Surprisingly, he does quite well fixing and understanding the workings of many vehicles or even gadgets.

• Firearms proficiency: Despite always carrying two pistols, he’s not very skilled with them. He prefers to play with the element of surprise in close combat. He still has a lot to learn about firearms but is quite adept with melee weapons (though explosives require less effort for him).

• Fashionable: He likes to dress well, usually in elegant suits, even in complex situations. It has become a symbol of his identity.

• Smokes anywhere: Even in tricky situations, he smokes. Let’s just say it helps him think.

• Great actor: He always likes to keep everything under control. When things slip out of his grasp, he becomes overwhelmed and desperately tries to regain control. He never does anything without a double intention, making it hard to trust him. He always seems to be playing with those around him. Nemo has excellent manipulation skills.

• Multilingual: He speaks several languages—Russian, German, Japanese, French, Spanish, and English. He is most fluent in Spanish and English. His origins are European, though the specific region is unknown.

• Empathy for children: This is the one area where he shows genuine empathy, likely because it reminds him of his childhood.

• Feminist: Despite his identity as a villain, he always defends women, viewing them not as sexual objects but as people.

• Spending habits: He doesn’t care much about spending money and is often surrounded by luxury, but only when he’s with others. In the quiet of his home, he’s content with a good bottle of whiskey and regular cigarettes.

• Solitary: He dislikes having close relationships, believing they could become a weakness others might exploit.

• Body modifications: He has a navel piercing.

• Transgender: He transitioned at a young age, and since his body hadn’t developed much yet, transitioning to male was easier for him.

• Heir turned soldier: Nemo is an heir but was raised more like a soldier or a weapon, always under his father’s yoke.

• Self-grooming: He cuts his own hair, which is why it always looks rather messy.

• Drug addiction: He’s addicted to a new drug called ASH BONE. He usually consumes it alone since (depending on the dose) it puts him in a state of chemical submission. A small dose only relaxes him.

• Goal (spoiler): Nemo’s objective is to destroy Batman and Gotham, no matter the limits he has to cross.

• Slade Wilson’s role: Slade trained him in hand-to-hand combat for a period of his life. Nemo never liked Slade. (Spoiler) When Nemo escaped his father’s grasp, he was kidnapped and tortured to break his will. Slade oversaw the torture, administering the experimental drug ASH BONE for the first time, making Nemo addicted.

• Shade the cat: As a child, Nemo adopted a black cat named Shade.

• Connection with Damian: The only member of the Batfamily he gets along with is Damian. He understands his anger and pain, so they connect perfectly, even though they maintain a lot of emotional distance. Nemo gave Damian those little star-shaped clips.

• Nicknames for Batman: Nemo ironically calls Batman “the emo who listens Deftones.” (He has many nicknames for the Batfamily: “the bats,” “winged rats,” “the emo squad,” “the darkness,” “the dark divas,” etc.)

(I could go on all day writing more random facts about Nemo, but I don’t think many people would care, haha!)

[flying-nightwing]

Moonlight by the Docks (And They Say Romance is Dead) - Slade Wilson

Hi. It's been a while. But guess fucking what babes, I'm pulling all the stops to be forgiven. It's been more than a YEAR in the making, and mark my word it probably won't happen again so take it all in, but here is the Deathstroke smut a LOT of you have been wanting. Y'all, this is the long awaited sequel to Tango à Deux. Please forgive me?

(it's technically a sequel but can be read as a standalone if you accept that batsis and Slade already know each other)

Also, enjoy!

Pairing: Slade Wilson x Nightshade!Batsis

Word count: 4721

Warnings: violence, death/killing unnamed NPC, porn with plot, dirty talk (lots of it), unprotected sex, p in v, batsis and deathstroke fighting for dominance (NO classic dom/sub dynamics bc that's a pass for me), more dirty talk, body fluid, kinky shit, creampie, biting, rubbing, rough sex, reference to voyeurism, major praise kink, everything is extremely consenting and willing by both ADULT parties, might have missed something but I think if you made it this far you're into it.

Have fun ;)

“Nightshade, status”

You barely heard Batman's hushed check in as you barrelled into a boarded up window, breaking the moulding wood with your shoulders and rolling out of the building as bullets rained over you. You wasted no time getting back on your feet, starting to sprint away from the semi automatic rifles rapid firing in your direction.

“Nightshade, status?”

“JUST A MINUTE” You yelled as you dived behind a large container, flinching at the sound of the bullets hitting the metal and ringing loud into your head. “Fucking fuck shit”

“What's going on?” Batman's voice grew agitated despite remaining a low hiss. “Talk to me Nightshade”

“Wrong fucking intel!” You replied as you jumped on your feet again, taking advantage of the opportunity window their reloading gave you to run across the dockyard to find better cover. “It's happening now! There's at least twenty guys here, all trained and armed to the teeth. And they're all on my ass right now”

What was supposed to be a simple recon mission with a possibility of stealth takedown op turned into a giant mess at the first opportunity. The second you slipped into the warehouse, you quickly realized that the three guards on shift that you had been briefed about was, in fact, a small militia that was ready to be deployed on some combat mission, or that's what you believed was being said before you got made. 

You would have also liked to know in advance that the building was littered with state of the art tripwires, movement detectors and heat sensors. Alas, you had gone in believing it was just a normal warehouse, and you had realized a moment too late you had triggered pretty much every alarm on the upper floor and very much alerted the militia of your presence. 

 “Tell me your position, I'm coming”

Your eyes went to the containers around you, taking as much information as you could without slowing down. Going into the maze of old containers was a great idea until you had to describe your surroundings. “I'm westbound, but those crates all look the same, B”

“On my way”

You ducked as much as you could to make yourself smaller as the symphony of bullets bouncing on the metal caught up to you. You took a hard left, trying to remember which way was more likely to not end up with a dead end, then went to your right. You could hear them shout, not giving up the chase, but you still tempted a look over your shoulder. They weren't on you yet. You faced forward and picked up some speed, rounding the corner towards the darkest and narrowest path to the left.

Before your eyes could even adjust to the shadows cast by the containers, your feet lifted off the ground and a large gloved hand was slapped tight on your mouth. On instinct, you began trashing to get away before your back was pulled flush against a hard armoured chest with a strong arm locking your waist against it. 

“Quiet, little bird”

The militia paused at the crossroad, then after a string of barked orders, turned right. At the same time, your brain took in the orange and dark grey of the armour around you and pieced it with that voice you couldn’t mistake for anyone else's. You stopped struggling, yet, he didn’t release you. His hand was still firmly cupping your jaw while you could feel his other arm flex around your waist. 

He tsked as the echoes of the yells grew more distant. “Once again getting in my way. What will I do with you now?”

You replied something, but it was muffled by his glove. You reached up and pulled his hand down, but he still let it linger on your neck once your mouth was free. You felt a bit weak in the knees and cursed yourself for getting turned on so easily, and even more for your next words. “Hopefully finish what you started last time if you’re not a coward”

Oh, that was so not the thing to say right now. You felt his hand around your neck tighten enough to be noticeable, but still loose enough for you to weigh your next words carefully. The yells once again grew closer, telling you the militia found a dead end and were backtracking towards your position. 

“Do you really want to do this right now?” His voice was so close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. As much as pouncing on him right there and then was generating divine images in your brain, you were still being hunted down by an enemy who’d be on you much sooner than later. And well, if you died riding Deathstroke, Bruce would bring you back to life just to kill you himself, his own code be damned. 

“As much as I wanna say yes,” You breathed back. “This bunch of angry men want me dead, so I believe the smart thing would be to deal with them first”

He released you. “Alright then. I’ll be here”

Your feet were fully back on the ground and you turned around to face him. Wow. You had been so right in your assumption that his other suit–namely, the one he was currently wearing–would be hotter on him. Even in the dark, he looked positively glorious and mighty delicious in all that armour, and with a small armoury worth of weapons strapped all over his, big, strong, menacing body– 

You forced yourself to calm your thoughts down. “A little help would be appreciated”

“Why?” You couldn’t see his face, but you just knew it was full of smug arrogance. “I’ve got my own mission here. Who says they're part of it?”

You glanced in the direction of the ever growing noise, then back to him. “C'mon, I'm literally about to have sex with you, the least you could do is make sure I'm alive for it”

He sighed loudly. “I suppose you make a compelling point”

The militia rounded the corner and spotted you as Slade stepped between their fire and you. In one swift movement, he pulled out his sword and twirled it in his hand, as if provoking the armed men in front of him. For a moment, he just stood there, shielding you from the onslaught of bullets suddenly incoming your way. They all bounced on the front of Slade’s armour, painting him off as some kind of god of war, and you couldn’t help but gawk at the sight. You were so caught onto just how hot he looked that you almost didn’t register him springing into action and starting to cut through the group. 

You reached for your karambit blades in your thigh straps and followed him in, making sure not to stray too far from his shadow to keep your cover from the fire. 

You waited for the reload to duck under his arm, sliding on your knees in a spin and slicing the tendons of two men. That sent them straight into the path of Slade's swords, adding to the bloodshed. You swiftly returned behind him as another round of bullet was fired, but by the sound alone, the number of gunmen was plummeting. 

The next reload came and you once again stepped away from him as he brought his two swords down onto some poor son of a bitch. You noticed a knife coming down and aiming for the small opening between his suit and his mask, so you sprung into action. 

Literally.

You used his propped up knee to propel yourself up and jump onto the guys' shoulders, gripping onto him by squeezing your thighs around his skull. He tried to get you off of him by spinning and thrashing like a mechanical bull, but you held on tight. He was getting desperate to throw you off as pressure grew around his head, lifting his knife in the air to stab your leg. You were faster however, reacting on instinct and plunging your karambits into his neck. 

He began sputtering as he tried to claw at his throat, blood squirting out of his artery and onto your suit. He dropped down to his knees and you got off, only then noticing he had been the last one standing. Key word, had been. He fell down on the floor in a puddle of his own blood as you observed him. Then, you felt like you were being watched intensely. 

You trailed your gaze up to see Slade on his feet and unmoving among the carnage he had mostly caused. You couldn't help the thoughts that flashed into your mind, or the way your body reacted to it. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, wondering what the hell was wrong with you.

Because somehow, you found it fucking hot.

And the fact that he did all of that just to get a taste of you? Yeah that did it. You completely switched your brain off as your feet took determined steps to him, quickly closing the distance to him and paying no mind to the bodies littering the floor. The second you were in front of him, you ripped his mask off and kissed him hard. 

And he was ready for you. Without a single after thought of hesitation, his gloved hand yanked your hood back and cupped your neck, dragging you back in the shadows with him. 

Just like the first time you sneaked out in a quiet place to make out, his lips were rough and insistent on yours. His hands were busy mapping your body, gripping your hips tight as he pushed you back onto the metal of the container. Like a reflex, his fingers seeked your back for a zipper, but found none. He kept searching for the proper way to undo your suit, until he pulled back with a glare of frustration.

You rolled your eyes. “I'll take care of mine, take care of yours”

Of course it was hard to figure out, it was made as such. But telling him that would only push him to try and get it and you weren't nearly patient enough right now to nurse his ego. 

In practiced motions, you undid your belt and unclasped several buckles that held the top part of your suit to the bottom. You barely had the time to pop off the button of the waistband that you were pushed once again on the cold metal, a much larger hand quickly replacing yours. 

Your pants were quickly undone and his hand slid down your stomach, reaching their destination with haste. You gasped as his calloused fingers began working on your clit, rubbing it in circles at a pace that was both tortuously slow and absolutely fantastic. His free hand slapped on your mouth just as you let out a moan that would have definitely bounced around the whole shipyard. 

He tsked. “As much as I would like to hear you, I'd rather not get interrupted by another armed militia. You'd agree, wouldn't you?”

Your breath shuddered and you nodded. Still, his hand didn't go away. 

He gave you a smug smirk. “I'll keep it there just in case”

You didn't even think about arguing, instead, you squeezed his forearm to encourage him to keep going. His fingers expertly worked you, alternating between pressure and friction and making your eyes roll back into your skull. Your hips followed his movements, chasing more friction from the fabric of his glove. You were greedy for him, for his hands, for his body. All you wanted to do is take, take and take, and luckily for you, he seemed more than happy to give it all to you and more. 

“That's it little bird, fly for me”

His hand moved just right with his words, and you couldn't do anything else to obey his command. You let go and came harder than you had in years, your vision going completely white for a second. Good thing his hand was muffling your voice, otherwise you were sure the whole city would have heard your scream bouncing from the dock. 

When he was certain your whimpers had quieted to an acceptable level, he took off his hand from your mouth and caressed the side of your head. “I think I like you like this” He hummed. “Being a good girl for me”

You were already half coherent from your orgasm, but him calling you a good girl like this, even if it was most likely condescending, was definitely getting you worked up for round two. “Fuck, if this is what you give me every time, I'll be whatever you want”

Oh yeah, you were NOT thinking with your brain at the moment. 

And the groan coming from him did not help calm down your heartbeat. And judging by how his entire body flexed along, you could only figure out those words of your equally turned him on, creating a feedback loop that threatened to keep you here with him until well past sunrise. 

Like a man starved, he shoved you back into the wall with his whole body, pinning your naked hips with his. You took in a sharp breath when his hard cock rubbed against your sensitive clit, spreading your orgasm all over his pants. Before you can make any more noises, his lips were on yours, reclaiming back with interest his dues from the previous ride. The grinding of his hips against yours drove you delirious and made you forget everything that wasn't about him right now. 

He reached between his body and yours and pulled out his cock, letting it bounce on his chest piece and stand proud, already glistening with precum. Just like the rest of him, he was huge. Good thing you had a whole waterpark going down there, otherwise he would never have fitted. He snaked his arms around your thighs and put his hands on your ass, then hoisted you up like you weighed nothing more than a feather.  

“Not one drop on this suit” You warned breathlessly as he lined himself with you.

“What, no more ruining your clothes?” He raised a teasing eyebrow. 

“That dress was worth pocket change compared to this” You replied, eyelids half open as you forced the moment of clarity. “Buying me a new one would have you file for bankruptcy”

“Fine, no stain whatsoever” He drawled out, leaning into your space once again and ghosting his lips on your ear. “Will you be my good girl and take it all inside then?”

The spell you had broken returned tenfold over you as your knees buckled. It took you several seconds to find your voice and prepare an answer that wouldn't be an embarrassingly loud moan. “If I say yes, will you get going?”

The pressure from his tip at your entrance alone made you whimper in absolute delight. This is what had been peeking more and more often in your naughty dreams ever since you met, and more often than not they ended with your hand doing what you now knew was a mediocre impression of his.

Slowly, he lowered you into him until you couldn't go further down. You were so full of him it was literally impossible to think about anything other than the pressure between your legs and the massive cock impaling you. That too, had been greatly underestimated by your imagination. Nothing would have done the real thing justice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him just a little bit deeper, and it took all of his restraint not to start fucking you like an animal after that. 

“Fuck little bird,” He said, his voice low and rough. You hadn't started moving yet, but a quick squeeze around him made him let out a low grunt that you would definitely replay in your head later on. “You always take ‘em that easy?”

“I think that's only you,” Feeling bold at how much he tried to act tough about it, you decided to return the favour. You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up until you reached his ear. “Maybe your little bird has just been dreaming about getting railed by the big bad wolf one night too many to give him any resistance”

He switched his hands from your ass to your waist and pushed you back roughly on the wall. The angle changed and stars flashed in your vision for a moment. 

“Why don't you tell me about those dreams?” His words were demands and he started moving inside of you, hips thrusting forward in a tortuously slow movement. Yet, it made your body sing along, meeting him halfway. 

“It always starts with you dragging me off to a dark secluded place after I said some shit to get you hard” You smiled as he kept hitting the right spot. Your focus on his questing was a lifeline you gripped with all you had not to just become some fucked out doll for him. You intended to make him work a little more before getting to this point. 

He gave you a particular hard thrust that made you gasp for air. “Keep going on, little bird” He grunted in your ear.

“And then– Fuck” You threw your head back on the wall. He wasted no time claiming your open neck, grazing his teeth on the skin. “No marks either”

You could practically feel him rolling his eyes, but he backed off with the teeth and kept going on with his lips. “And then what?”

“And then we rile each other up properly” You smirked as you threaded your hand in his hair and gripped hard. The low reverberating moan that came out of him combined with the very obvious twitching of his dick inside of you nearly made you finish right here and there. “Your head between my legs, taking good care of me…”

His thrusts definitely picked up speed as your words hit their mark. He did nip your neck at the moment, but it was light enough that you let it fly. 

“Then when you show that you know how to warm me up, I'd get down on my knees–” That made his hips jut forward and hit a deep spot in you that made you moan like a whore. “Maybe– Maybe even let you fuck my face if your tongue made me cum hard enough–”

“Fuck, who knew Gotham's little princess had such a dirty mouth on her, huh?” He straightened up and returned his glove to your oversensitive clit, brushing it hard enough to catch your voice in your throat. “What would everybody think if they saw you so eager to be my good little fuck toy?”

That would be a proper scandal indeed. 

“I don't care what they'd think” You managed to mumble. It was getting harder to keep your mind sharp now that he had begun rubbing you again. “They can even watch, as long as they don't interrupt”

You should have kept your damn mouth shut, you realized seconds later. You had obviously called irony upon yourself just by speaking the words.

“Nightshade?”

It was like you were suddenly doused with a bucket of ice water. You grew rigid as your earpiece came to life with probably the last voice you wanted to hear right now. Your eyes slowly widened as you remembered that your father was on his way to be your backup. And him walking in on you and Slade wouldn't be as low key as it had been with your brothers. There would be bloodshed. 

Slade obviously noticed your change of attitude and paused his thrusts. You dreadfully raised your hand to your comm and double tapped it to turn on the mic. 

“B?”

It took a few seconds for Slade to understand what was going on, and the shit eating grin he gave you told you he definitely wouldn't make the next step easy. With his good eye never leaving your face, he began thrusting again, challenging your murderous glare.

“I got delayed by another armed group in the shipyard,” He explained. “I’m on my way now. Where are you?”

You thanked whatever divine intervention that put obstacles on his way, because you had totally forgotten about him once you had caught sight of Slade. You were in an uncomfortable situation, but not as much as if he had walked on you. You took a moment to come up with a good enough excuse to keep him away just a little bit longer for you to get out of this mess. In the meanwhile, Slade still kept at it, obviously trying to make you slip. “Um, I–” You coughed to hide a gasp as he hit you deep.

‘Fuck you’ you mouthed to Slade, which he replied in the same fashion, ‘Already am’. That fucker.

“Nightshade, what’s going on?”

You could have killed him right there if he hadn’t been doing it so right. 

“Nightshade?”

“Yep, uh,” You took a deep breath and got a hold of yourself. Batman was getting impatient and you had to start being credible. You made a show of coughing exaggeratedly before speaking your next words, your eyes never leaving Slade's. “Just got sucker punched. It's fine though, it just took me by surprise. T'was nothing but a weak shot”

Slade’s smug expression faltered just a little, and you gave him your own version of the shit eating grin he was no longer giving you.

“Ok, where are you now?”

“I've backtracked and now Northbound, but I’ve got it under control” You took the opportunity of your previous lie to breathe deeply and counter some of the absolutely not family-friendly noises that were threatening to come out of your mouth instead of words. “But I’m not the only one here–” Deep breath. “I was being chased, and then I wasn’t. Only a couple of guys kept my trail… Somebody is picking out targets here. I think it would be smarter to fall back on the meetup point and recon”

“... Are you sure?”

“Positive” The word came out short and dry. “I think they might have done the same”

“Alright, I’ll reroute”

“I’ll catch up to you” You managed to say without tripping. “Nightshade out”

You made sure your comm was definitely off before hitting Slade on the chest. He only let out a quiet chuckle at what most likely felt like a breeze to him. “Asshole”

He leaned forward and rested his whole forearm on the container behind you, then thrust up. The new angle had you rolling your eyes in your skull, seeing black and orange stars in the blur of your vision. “Gotta make you pay somehow for all that work you made me do”

“As if you haven’t enjoyed it– oh”

He resumed his pace from before the untimely interruption, effectively cutting off your train of thoughts. “Now little bird, I believe you have somewhere else to be. Such a shame I don't have time to make you beg for it”

“Mhhfp, fine” You muttered as your arms went back around his neck. “Just because you have been quite compliant with my demands–”

He seemed confused for a second, until you pulled yourself up and nuzzled against his neck, letting out your prettiest little moans every time his hips hit yours. With your voice low enough just for him to hear, you gave him what he wanted. 

“Please Slade, I need it” The out of rhythm thrusts and the low grunt that you felt through his chest told you everything you needed to know. “I need your cum inside of me, fuck your cum into your good girl”

He slapped a hand on the wall behind you and wrapped his other arm around your waist, moving you faster up and down with his own thrusts forward. He grunted louder and louder in your ear, getting closer to his release. You had no idea if it was the begging or his reaction to it that turned you on, but you were getting pretty close as well. 

“Fuck, little bird” His voice was rough and low, and you couldn't help the nip to his throat instead of something louder. “I'll ruin you– I'll fucking ruin you”

“Please ruin me” You whined, feeling the familiar crescendo of your orgasm build. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, please, I'm so close, please don't stop”

“C'mon, be a good girl and cum for me” 

He drove you into the wall with his hips and the friction of his belt on your clit drove you to the edge. You had expected it, but holy shit, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your walls clenched around him hard and you pulled him deeper into you with your legs, holding onto him with everything you got. Your vision fully went white and your teeth bit into his neck like they had a mind of their own. 

After a string of swears, he completely lost his rhythm and stilled, his hips sputtering forward and spilling inside of you with a low moan that almost got you ready for another round. 

You didn't move for a moment, focusing on catching your breath. Your eyes were half closed, glazed over, watching sweat pearl over Slade's exposed skin and your bite mark slowly disappearing on his neck. 

“Something interesting about my neck, miss Nightshade?”

A genuine smile curved up your lips at his comment; the same he had made all those weeks ago when you were waltzing around the dance floor. “Just admiring the view, that's all” You signed, content. “Why, are you afraid I will bite it off?”

He shook his head, looking up at the sky in a failed attempt to appear annoyed that you also remembered exactly what you replied.

“Huh, I guess you were into it after all” You mumbled as you slowly let yourself slide off of him and fell back on your feet. 

He took a good look at the mess he had made, seeming satisfied at how your knees slightly buckled as you hit the ground. Without a word, he pulled himself back in his trousers and readjusted his belt.

You then started to pull back on your suit, the rough material now sitting uncomfortably on your sweaty skin. “That's gonna be a bitch to clean…” You thought aloud, realizing tonight's run was far from over and the many body fluids would have time to nicely settle in the fabric.

“You said not a drop on the outside” Slade commented, then pointed at the clearly not soiled outside layer of the suit. “And none there is”

You couldn't help but laugh as your eyes subconsciously went to his own suit, where the glistening on his thigh guards extended to darker spots on his trousers. Anybody catching a glimpse of it would know exactly what caused the wet spot, and nobody would mistake it for him soiling himself. “Can't say the same for you”

He looked down, then frowned in what you could only describe as a cartoonish way. “Hm. This is upsetting. Whatever will I do”

Both of your eyebrows shot up as you let out a short laugh of disbelief. “What that… a joke?”

He only gave you a stern look that didn’t quite reach his good eye as he put back his mask on. 

“Oh, he has a sense of humour now? Who would have known” Despite your half dizzy state, your brain still found enough drive to tease him about it. Considering he was rearranging your guts minutes ago, you believed it was now fair game. 

He pointed a warning finger at you after he finished making sure everything was strapped correctly on his armour. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood”

You rolled your eyes as you flipped back your hood on. “Yeah I fucking bet. ‘Can say thank you Nightshade about it”

As expected, he elected not to comment on that. He only turned around and looked over his shoulder. “Until next time, little bird”

You did gratuitously check out his ass as he walked away, then prepared a damn good reason to give Batman to explain your dishevelled state.

[wilsondick-winterexchange]

It's the third day of posting for the WilsonDick Exchange 2024! 💙🧡

The winter WilsonDick celebration is going strong with another batch of 6 WORKS! And while you enjoy the amazing WilsonDick content we have for you, don't forget to:

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WORKS

Bending the Bars [FIC] for @withthekeyisking-writer [Mature, Young Justice, Undercover Missions, Implied Non-Con, Deal with a Devil, Hurt Dick Grayson, Hopeful Ending] [Slade/Dick, Dick Grayson & Members of the Team (Young Justice)]

Summary:

For Dick, Slade has always been inevitable. Kaldur going undercover is merely the trigger. The apprentice arc, but make it Young Justice.

I'm in Love with Joey's [FIC] for @anoonie [Explicit, High School AU, No Powers AU, Explicit Smut, Consensual Underage, Non-Con Somnophilia, Light Angst] [Grant/Dick, JoeyDick, AddieDick, SladeDick]

Summary:

Dick doesn’t want to hurt Joey’s feelings, but he’s down bad with his eye on Joey’s family, looking for every excuse to spend time with them. Little did he know they had their eyes on him too.

in space, no one can hear you scream [FIC] for @youhavelessproof [Explicit, Omegaverse, Omega Dick Grayson, Omega Joey Wilson, Bottom Dick Grayson, Smut] [Joey/Dick]

Summary:

While traveling back to earth while nursing a broken heart from Kory's recent marriage, Dick gets into a predicament on the spaceship. Luckily, Joseph's there to help.

Cracks In The Mantle [FIC] for @starwalker03 [Teen, Gen, Dick Grayson as Slade Wilson's Apprentice, Mission Fic, Mission Gone Wrong, Detectives, Character Analysis, Moral Dilemmas] [Joey & Dick, Rose & Dick, Slade & Dick]

Summary:

Dick never wanted to become Deathstroke - but he felt like he owed it to Slade for training him as an apprentice. Joey and Rose are now his apprentices and he’s going to make sure he guides them - while simultaneously fighting back the Batfamily. But can Dick prove to himself that this is who he should be?

We Burned Together Like Stars Up Above [FIC] for @embers-writes [Explicit, Omegaverse, Alpha Slade Wilson, Alpha Adeline Kane Wilson, Beta & Bottom Dick Grayson, Unhealthy Relationship, Smut] [Slade/Dick/Addie]

Summary:

There is nothing worse than an omega being caught in the middle of two divorced alphas. No, there is something worst: a beta caught up in the middle of two divorced alphas, and that beta is Dick.

to be him [ART] for @harvesterhexenon [Explicit, Non-Con, Bottom Dick Grayson, Nipple Play] [Joey/Dick/Grant]

Summary:

Grant has always felt jealous of his brother. He hated that.

[d-stroke]

slade wilson / deathstroke — oscineverse by @orphiccals

trigger warning ! mentions of graphic violence, murder & sexual content.

CHARACTER SUMMARY — a former american soldier turned into one of the world's best assasins. slade wilson possesses enhanced skills thanks to the experimental super-soldier program he participated in.

expensive mercenary for hire and one of batman's biggest enemies. he has an extended family.

BYI — slade wilson / deathstroke roleplay account for & based on the oscineverse created by @orphiccals. his interactions will be based mainly on my own interpretation of the character, so i'll be disregarding canon to some extent in order to adjust him to my original verse. open to shipping with canon characters & ocs !

— slade is not a pedophile or a groomer in oscineverse. do not by any means send asks mentioning anything related to this or requesting interactions of this nature. you will be blocked. flirting with him is ok, but please respect the mun's boundaries. no incitation of this actions will be tolerated.

— slade is in his late 40s - 50s oscineverse wise. he goes by he/him pronouns.

— you can address him as deathstroke or slade wilson. he doesn't really hide his civilian identity so both ways are correct.

— english is not my first language so there might be typos.

— novella / literary roleplay is cool too! the account will mainly be social media posts style, but we can also try the other format.

RELATIONSHIPS & CONNECTIONS:

FAMILY: @oscine-bird | @zoewworth (daughter)

[prospectivehero]

THE NEW TEEN TITANS: THE JUDAS CONTRACT - Written by Marve Wolfman, Illustrated by George Pérez

Holy cats, Batman, this was a read! I had watched or read a few different iterations of the "Judas Contract" story, so I finally wanted to read the original. I also wanted to dip my toes into more classic Teen Titans comics to see if I enjoyed them. I have many thoughts and will talk about them, so spoilers are ahead!

First and foremost, I want to talk about Tara's betrayal and death. It felt empty to me in a way I'm still trying to explore. I saw it coming because I've been exposed to versions of Tara Markov and this story. And I'm not opposed to spoilers because spoilers never ruin my reading or watching experience.

I'll give you, I'm not seeing her full story in the context of this comic. Tara made her first appearance in Volume #1, Issue #26 of New Teen Titans (1982). The Judas Contract arc doesn't start until Volume #1, Issue #41 (1984). I may be missing beats of her story that add something to her death. Maybe there were hints of her insanity and her contempt for the Teen Titans that I haven't read, but it still makes me feel dissatisfied.

I think part of it is that I don't like characters that stab their loved ones in the back, for whatever reason. In other versions of this story, Tara has realized the consequences of her actions, so her death is self-sacrificial instead of karmic.

Next, I want to talk about disability in comics and I won't be talking about Victor, yet.

I was only vaguely familiar with Joseph Wilson, or Jericho's, character before this comic. Now he might be a new favorite of mine because NOBODY TOLD ME HE WAS DISABLED.

I've written before about the treatment of disabled characters in the various superhero universes (link included). It's mostly disappointing, to summarize. While superhero stories make for great unintentional disabled metaphors, DC, Marvel, and whomever else, have struggled, for the most part, in representing certain disabilities and characters with them.

This is why I was so surprised by the treatment of Joseph. He is a metahuman made mute as a casualty of his father, Slade Wilson's, mercenary work. He communicates with sign language. I was impressed by how the writers balanced a functioning superhero with his disability. That's so rare and SO COOL!!!

Speaking of unintentionally disabled metaphors, let's talk about Victor Stone. I think he is the least "unintentional" out there. My theory is that Victor's most memorable and resonant stories are the way they are because someone is writing through the context of disability or race, maybe both. But he shares a parallel with a Marvel character, The Thing. Both are monsters in the eyes of many and have to live with the fact that they are unchangeably different. What makes the difference between the two characters is that Victor finds a group that accepts him, and he can accept himself. Ben Grimm can't achieve either. I'm writing an episode discussing Ben Grimm, so I'll leave it at that for now.

Once again, whether through Victor or Joseph, The Judas Contract, has surprisingly good and nuanced disable representation, just not in the places you'd expect.

TRIGGER WARNINGS (with potential spoilers) -

1) Reference to Insanity - Tara's reasons for her actions are all brushed under an "insanity" rug. I don't have the expertise to analyze if that's well-represented.

2) Cult/Religion/Terrorism - These three are not the same thing, but they all act similarly to manipulate and harm our heroes as well as civilians.

3) Implied inappropriate relations with a minor - it is not said directly but heavily implied that Slade Wilson is in a romantic and possibly sexual relationship with teenager Tara Markov

4) PTSD - This comic retells Slade Wilson's transition from the military and failed experimentation to civilian life.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Maledictions of a Sociopath

by NowYouOnlyGiveMeBlackRoses Fact 1: Genes may make one vulnerable to developing antisocial personality disorder (for example, sociopathy, psychopathy- commonly classified as ASPD)— and life situations, especially neglect and abuse, may trigger its development. Words: 1871, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Tim Drake's Parents, Jack Drake, Slade Wilson, Lady Shiva, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Jack Drake & Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: BAMF Tim Drake (DCU), Manipulative Tim Drake, Morally Ambiguous Tim Drake, jason todd is an angry peanut, Jason Todd is Red Hood, he wont show up for a bit tho, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Genius Tim Drake, Feral Tim Drake, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, but not right now :(, Jason Todd Has Issues, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Unreliable Narrator, Sociopath Tim Drake, Or Is he?, Slightly Murderous Tim Drake, Bad Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Tim Drake Whump (DCU), Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Calculated Tim Drake, Tim’s a bit of a Mad Lad, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Post-Comic Arc: "A Death in the Family" in Batman (1940) #426-429, Crack Treated Seriously, Dark Comedy via https://ift.tt/oDFM3cm

[ao3feed-sladedick]

Since Youve Been Gone

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Bx7Lqdf by f_fandom Slade and Constantine rescue Dick from captured imprisonment only to learn he’s somehow been there a lot longer than they thought. Dick is forever changed by his torture, and it is up to Slade to make him feel safe. But this is unlike anything else, and the two of them will never be the same in their recovery. Words: 2063, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Protective Slade Wilson, Good Slade Wilson, Soft Slade Wilson, Rescue Missions, Imprisonment, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Past Torture, All the torture, PTSD, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Medical Trauma, Trauma Recovery, Dissociation, Eating Disorders, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harm, Past Rape/Non-con, Body Dysphoria, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Out of Body Experiences, Triggers, Support, creating safety, Prisoner recovery, Starvation, emaciation, sick, sickness recovery read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Bx7Lqdf

[roipecheur]

Summary:

An unexpected heat catches Dick off-cycle, and he seeks out Slade's scent on the theory that it will help. The arrival of the alpha variant he spent his first, last, and only unmedicated heat with is an added bonus, as are the next few days in Slade's bed. When Dick's heat passes, the mystery of what triggered it remains, and the answer might not be what he's expecting. And, as it turns out, the last cycle wasn't exactly normal for Slade, either.

Fandom: DCU (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Wally West (in flashback)

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson,Bruce Wayne, Jason Toddm Roy Harper, Wally West, Garth (DCU), Donna Troy, Bridgette Clancy, William Randolph Wintergreen, Tim Drake, Leslie Thompkins

Additional tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bond, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Breeding Kink, Trans Character, PLEASE READ WARNING NOTES BEFORE THE FIC

Words: 35,419

Series: pack hunters

[quiet-villian]

DC OCs for roleplays!! (MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER WARNING)

Art not mine!

Elizabeth Selane Wilson

Youngest daughter of Slade Wilson.

Her merc alias name was "Devil's Nightshade" due to her leaving behind a deadly nightshade flower behind the scene of the kill and to who her father was

Skilled with knives, hand-to-hand, and guns

Despite her emotionless facade she's secretly affectionate towards those she's close to.

Long black hair and green eyes (often turns brown or grey depending on her mood)

Suffers from audio and visual schizophrenia

Despite everything, she still remains close to her father and always fights for his approval and attention. She came from a love affair between Slade and a Portuguese woman he fell in love with until Adeline found out, waited for her mother to give birth to Elizabeth then killed her. Slade was ordered to train Elizabeth to surpass him and he agreed in the condition he will raise her on his own. When she was 10 years old Slade was forced to leave her all alone with Adeline so he can go to wherever Adeline sent him, there Adeline put a shock collar on Elizabeth and forced her in a dark room, hoping to break her in to submission, however Elizabeth's Portuguese stubbornness, will to fight, and utter hatred for her stepmother, she continues to try to escape and fight for 2 months until she slaughters every soldier and guard in sight as she grown immune to the electricity. Slade, who was oblivious to it all since Adeline never told him what happened, stopped Elizabeth from officially killing Adeline who was on the brink of death, thus triggering her hallucinations from the intense traumas. As she grew older she still remained close to her father but went to do her own thing and slowly and surely became better, in her own way and developed deep feelings for Roy Harper despite never confessing it to him and often behaves as if he's annoying and a prick but deep inside she views him as her lifeline and her walking cure since every time he's around her it's like her schizophrenia didn't exist.

[ao3feed-timkon]

War of Hears

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/znwH5Ka

by Scar_Spirit_16

After Dick gets pregnant Slade know he has to step up and do what he couldn't fail yet another child, he would be there for his omega and child, no one, and he means no one will get in the way of that.

 !!Warning!! There WILL be child murder in the future of this fic, please do not read or get invested in this if that is triggering for you.

Words: 2438, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Wally West

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Artemis Crock/Wally West, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Slade Wilson, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Mpreg, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Good Slade Wilson, Protective Slade Wilson

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/znwH5Ka

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

8/50 Touches

shielding the other one with their body

Slade Wilson x reader

Word Count: 253

TRIGGER WARNING: Character (reader) death

It was always going to come to this. You knew it from the start right up until the moment you felt that bullet go straight through your heart from your back and lodge itself into your sternum. You gasped in reaction to the pain. You couldn’t help it; that’s how pain worked.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Slade was immediately muttering when you fell into his arms. “Why the fuck would you do that?” Even as he was panicking, his free hand was riddling that last enemy with the same sort of thing that was about to kill you.

You chuckled despite the blood that forced its way past your lips. Distantly, you thought that the bullet must have clipped a lung. “You really gonna question my instincts?”

There was a glint of panic in Slade’s eye as he got a good look at your wound. “You won’t survive this, so yes.” His tone was forced. He knew you were going to die, and was trying to keep up the usual back-and-forth despite himself. His voice was softer when he added, “You know I would have been fine.”

Weakly, you squeezed his forearm. Your energy was bleeding out through that hole in your back. It wouldn’t be long. “I never want you to get hurt. I--” you wheezed a breath. “I just misjudged it this time.”

“Sweetheart . . .”

“I love you, Slade Wilson,” you informed him sternly. “ . . . Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t.”

“Tell the kids . . . I’ll be . . . looking out . . . for them . . . alright?”

“I promise.”

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Our Time in Reverse - What it Takes

by InkBlot31 Richard John Grayson was adopted by the business man Bruce Wayne when his parents were killed by elusive gangster and extortionist, Tony Zucco. Dick knee they died because of that man. Bruce promised to bring Zucco in and have him serve for his crimes, yet days and weeks pass with Bruce barely making an effort to bond at all with his new ward. Dick reaches out to a man who saves him from making the error of all runaways when he decides to leave his tall tower.Slade Wilson is a mercenary who does what he wants when he thinks it keeps him content. Little does he know that running into Slade was no coincidence. The man saw his parents fall from those stands and gives the boy a pertinent question to answer, "I can teach you to shoot the same man who ruined your happiness, if you become my protégé and follow in my footsteps to repay our bargain of my trainings to pullthat trigger." In the first part of this scenario, Dick doesn't take out Zucco but still becomes the man's responsibility in the long game. Bruce is furious and orders bother caught and Dick back in his tower. Only thing? Dick trusts Slade so much that he'd do anything to stay away from the person he fears and most. The Batman. Words: 22619, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Titans (Animated Series), The Batman (Cartoon 2004) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, William Randolph Wintergreen, Koriand'r (DCU), Victor Stone, Garfield Logan, Raven (Teen Titans), Tara Markov, Grant Wilson (DCU), Rose Wilson, Joseph Wilson (DCU), Adeline Kane Wilson, Barbara Gordon, Timothy Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Sebastian Blood | Brother Blood, Cassandra Cain Relationships: Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Adoption, Revenge, Separation Anxiety, PTSD, Angst, Espionage, identity crisis, Manipulation, Brainwashing, Mental Breakdown, Depression, Suicide, Competition via https://ift.tt/LjyevFG

[ao3feed-sladedick]

No Easy Exit

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dOLlciS by jellyjog Dick would rather die than let the League pull Slade's secrets out of him. Unfortunately for him, the cyanide pill Slade had given him for emergencies wasn't the failsafe he thought it was. Slade would never let him die at someone else's hands, after all. No, when Dick died it would be Deathstroke pulling the trigger. Words: 2408, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Slade Wilson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Rape Recovery, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Dick Grayson, Hurt Dick Grayson, Stockholm Syndrome, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Underage, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dOLlciS