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It would be so awesome it would be so cool

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I think it would be really funny for Kryptonians to have a higher hormones count on puberty. You gotta bet that Jon was DYING every time he saw Damian when they werent even together why is his best friend making him want to throw his organs out??

Look puberty sucks for everybody but for Jon it's heightened to like 100%

It would also be really funny that puberty for Damian was just really graceful. Like all the emotional outbursts and attitude are still there when one goes through puberty it's just he doesn't get acne, he doesn't have an awkward ugly duckling phase, no Damian just goes from cute to being prettier and prettier every time Jon sees him and Jon wants to bang his head against a wall.

Damian also smells really good so for Jon it's like that scene in Twilight where Edward ran out of his class because he got whiff of Bella's blood and couldn't handle it because of how good it smelled so he dipped.

That's Jon.

Damian's sitting a little to close to him, skin is touching skin and wow is Damian's skin so soft. Jon wants to throw himself off a cliff.

Sleepovers are horrifying for him, like he doesn't want to stop having them completely cus yeah, it's Damian, that's his best friend but it's so stressful because Damian fresh out the shower? Jon wants him to go home immediately.

Damian's shoulders are exposed? Jon is the reason for that no spaghetti straps rule in school. And when did the back of Damian's neck start making him feel some type of way? He doesn't remember nor does he want to.

It's all these things that keep him up at night that make him wonder why it all makes him feel so confused, but excited, but terrified at the same time.

And you're right, it is absolutely no better for Jon even when they are physically separated cus like I said, all that and the fact that Damian is like super pretty, so a simple video call or selfie will send Jon immediately back into overdrive and he's looking for kryptonite for himself at this point. He is hanging on by a thread and his parents hear him screaming into his pillow at least three times a week.

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Makijg your new child dress up as your favorite child and call him the favorite's name half the time is fucked up

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"I wouldve raised you so well, id be so good to you." Slade says as hes slamming into Dick. Whispering into Dicks ear, Dick fighting to focus on Slades words as the loud sounds of their 'love making' flusters him too much.

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boy am i a sucker for situations where bruce is so fucked up and out of it that when any robin comes to rescue him he mindlessly calls them dick and whether it’s jason or tim or carrie anyone else as robin who has to swallow down a lump of inadequacy to save bruce it matters not it’s delicious in any scenario

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My fave kid tickler💕

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So life is being a bitch and I don't have anything new but have this wip of Dick stating facts because I started thinking about this one again

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Sladick + purring while giving a blowjob omega verse 👀

Slade's cock was deliciously heavy on his tongue as the man slowly pushed more of it into Dick's eager mouth. It's been so long, way too long and Dick barely contained himself enough to make sure he closed the door behind the alpha before he was dropping to his knees and tugging his belt open. There was something about getting his mouth full of Slade's cock, something about making sure the alpha felt as good as he always made Dick feel that made Dick's omega go absolutely crazy.

"Sweet little thing. Aren't you a treasure, omega?" Slade drawled, pleasure dripping off of his words the same way slick was dripping out of Dick. He loved how pleased his alpha sounded. He closed his eyes and sucked harder, as if trying to answer the question and Slade chuckled, tugging lightly at his hair. "That's it, baby."

Dick focused entirely on the feeling of Slade's fat cock sliding in and out of his mouth, on the way Slade let out little gasps and moans as his fingers twitched in pleasure. He didn't even realize when a happy purr escaped him. Slade groaned loudly at the feeling and pulled him closer, bullying himself a way into Dick's throat and making the omega whine.

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someone’s in trouble ~

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Follow up to the shifter au I made earlier but now it’s a follow up with stuffed with wolf pups Dick. Also made Dick a little blood thirsty but in a way it makes Slade horny LMAO -

Dick could only stare in the full length mirror. He’s barely four months along and already he looks like he’s 7 months pregnant with kittens. He knew breeding with a wolf would change him but he never expected this.

“Slade! Get your idiot self down here and look what you did to me!” There’s a thud from the living room, Dick smiles. At least his idiot knows when to obey him. There’s arms wrapped around his waist that Dick leans back into. “I’m lookin baby my god.”

Slade lets his hands drift farther down only to get slapped by Dick. “You don’t touch until you apologize for this.” Slade glances in the mirror and can feel his tail start wagging. He can’t help it. His mate all knocked up with a litter is the best sight he’s had in months. Years even. “My mate pregnant with our two pups?” Dick smacks him again. “I’m huge Slade. HUGE. I look like I’m pregnant with like five kittens.”

Slade lets out a small growl, and his fingers tense on Dick’s hips. “Could you imagine I’m going to keep you pregnant for years.” Dick spins in his arms and hisses. “I swear to god I would ruin you. Murder you and put you in so many pieces you won’t ever be able to come back from it. I’d carve your other eye out and keep it on a necklace around my neck.” Slade moans, he can’t help it. He’s always had a thing for bloodthirsty partners, even better when they’re threatening him so thoroughly he believes it with his soul. “I would let you-” Dick laughs and pats his cheek. “You wouldn’t see it coming. There’s no letting me. I’d give the kids to Wintergreen for the night and you’d be dead in hours.” Slade dives for a kiss. Dick sinks his fangs into his lip, they both moan. Slade finally lets his hands drift over Dick’s stomach. “Our pups.” Dick grins at him and scrapes his shoulder with his claws “ours.”

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Just Slade watching his little bird. (Someone call the FBI XD)

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( @zeroducks-2 so I'm doing something and-

Dick… didn’t really remember what he was doing earlier. Just one moment he was sitting in the living room on the couch and the next the door to the bedroom opened and Slade walked out.

His hair was tied up into a messy bun and his chest was bare. The only thing Slade had on was sweatpants that rested so low on his hips that Dick could see the silver trail of hair that started from his belly button and led down, towards the lovely part of his body.

Dick had no idea that he was moving, only realizing it happened when he already dropped to his knees in front of Slade. The man blinked down at him surprised but before he could say anything, Dick was resting his hands on Slade’s thighs and leaning forward to press a messy kiss against his navel.

With a soft grunt, Slade slipped a gentle hand into Dick’s hair - not pulling him closer or pushing him away but simply holding - and watched as Dick ran his tongue over his underbelly. He sucked on the skin there, even if he couldn’t leave a mark that lasted longer than a few minutes and grazed his teeth against it, reveling in the way Slade’s muscle tensed under his touch.

“What got into you, little bird?” Slade murmured, when he came back to pressing wet kisses against his navel, carelessly sliding his lips over the happy trail.

For a moment Dick considered ignoring him because answering would mean pulling away but then Slade tugged gently at the strands of his hair and Dick groaned.

“Nothing.” He rushed out, before running his tongue over the hair there. “Are you complaining?”

“How could I?” Slade’s chuckle died on a groan as Dick bit down onto the skin, hard enough to leave a mark. It began to heal right before his eyes so he bit down again and felt more than saw the way Slade's cock twitched. “Far it be for me to deny you anything.”

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For all five of you who also love Sladin

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sladick - medieval au // age gap, underage dick, slowburn // pt 1 2,501 words // viewer discretion advised no explicit material // additional characters: bruce wayne

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one only chains themself when they think they are something to be chained. it is the job - no, the duty - of the one holding the leash to discover what is so dark and rotten it must be controlled

and set it loose.

dick grayson, ward of bruce wayne, heir to the kingdom of gotham, is not stupid. he knows what happens to young, beautiful princes who are set to inherit a great deal of power. it is not a surprise when his father presents him with a guard who will be at his side at all times, always ready to defend his life to the last breath.

no, it is a surprise when young dick grayson looks up into the scarred, lined, agitated face of slade wilson, hair long gone white, and sees the mark of a criminal branded on his jaw. he does not try to cover the scar with a beard; rather his neatly trimmed facial hair stops short of it. he knows what he is. he isn't lying to anyone.

dick tilts his head thoughtfully, looking up at him, while his knight looks at him with a measure of aloof coldness.

"what did you do?" dick asks.

"i killed a man. and then i killed several more. if i do my job right, there'll be more blood on my hands before i'm in the ground."

dick hums at this.

"why did my father hire... you?" dick asks. his father didn't even allow executions.

"he wanted the best," slade suggests with a shrug.

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dick's boot wiggled in the foothold, ensuring its security, before his muscles bunched and he launched himself up, straining for the next promising branch -

a hand clenched his dress shirt by the scruff and tugged him back down to the ground. dick grunted as his feet connected with the dirt, impact jarring his limbs, and he glared sullenly up at his unimpressed guard.

"need i remind you that we are on the frontier of a battlefield and that a stray crossbow bolt could easily find your throat."

dick stamped his foot in anger. "dad's here for peace talks!"

"a good archer takes his shot when he sees it." dick hissed in agitation. "why were you climbing the tree?" slade tries.

"everyone knows the apples at the top of the tree taste better," dick says, rolling his eyes. slade doesn't know if that's true or if he really cares. silently, he reaches up beside him and plucks one of the several ruby-red fruit weighing down the branches of the orchard and holds it out to dick. dick's nose wrinkles up.

"it's got bee bites!" dick complains. slade sighs and unstraps his knife from his belt and whittles away the affected flesh, then holds the fruit out. dick pouts, every part the petulant prince. "i want one from the top," dick insists. slade wonders if wayne ever backhands his heir for his insolence. if he doesn't, he should.

slade sighs and tips his head back to scan the upper reaches of the tree. "i want to pick it," dick insists quickly, stepping closer to slade to follow his line of sight. "i had one picked out-" and he points up, toward an apple that honestly, to slade, looks just as fine as the one in his hand. slade reaches up - "no! i wanna do it! pick me up!"

slade honestly cannot believe he has gone from assassin to babysitter. he wishes he took execution over the deal wayne cut him.

he crouches down and picks dick up by the waist, heaving him up easily and holding him toward his chosen prize. dick wriggles in his grasp, plants a foot on slade's shoulder, fumbles for a moment, then finally snatches the apple. slade wants to drop him. surely wayne can't complain over just a couple bruises, right?

dick is instead placed gently on the ground. "it's rotten," he says softly, showing slade the side of the apple that had been hidden from the ground.

"it isn't the only rotten thing in this orchard," slade grumbles, and picks another fruit, beginning to peel it with quick slides of his knife and holding a chunk out to dick on the flat of his blade. dick takes it carefully in his fingertips and looks up at slade, not entirely subdued.

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"but i don't want to go to bed yet," dick complained as slade herded him up the stairs away from the light of revelry below. "i haven't even seen the green arrow shoot!"

"at the rate he's drinking, the green arrow wouldn't be able to strike the earth if he aimed," slade said, prodding dick's shoulder to get him to go faster. "i'm teaching you to ride at dawn, remember? i won't have you falling off your horse in a dead sleep and getting trampled by her hooves, as much as it would amuse me."

dick bats slade's hand away, agitated, and stomps up the stairs faster. slade follows, loping up the stairs two at a time with ease, watching the agitation written on the curve of dick's profile.

"what is it," slade asks lowly.

"father barely spoke to me all night," dick says with a huff. slade knows better than to needle him now. this is genuine upset, not petulant whining.

"and?" slade asks.

"..i didn't like how he was looking at that lady. the tall one with the green dress." talia al ghul. apparent heiress to 'eth alth'eban, though slade had his doubts about her inheriting. her father, ra's, had been trying for years now to convince bruce take talia as his wife. she had traveled a long way to celebrate his victories tonight.

slade stops at the top of the stairs and looks at dick consideringly. the youth walks forward a few more steps, before stopping, turning back to look at slade questioningly.

"how old did you say you were again?" slade asks, brows lightly drawn together. dick shakes his head slightly.

"father isn't sure. i don't remember how old i was when my parents were killed. i guessed around eight, so that makes me about fourteen summers now."

slade shakes himself lightly like a dog tossing off water. so young - but also, so old, isn't he, sometimes, for the way he acts? slade guesses the kid must have lost out on some crucial childhood and was making up for lost time. still... to be jealous of his adoptive father giving attention to a woman... slade narrows his eye at dick, and dick turns to face slade fully, now looking agitated.

"what?" dick snaps.

"your father is a busy man. he's building up an empire. he's gonna have a lot of people to make friends with. you're gonna have to be patient."

dick looked down, the words as effective as a switch to the legs to shame him. "i know," dick says quietly. "i just miss him. he's been so busy with the war, you know? i want my dad back."

"i know," slade sighs quietly, and crosses the distance between them, putting a hand on dick's shoulder to steer him back towards bed once more. he wasn't about to tell dick he might never get his father back, that his life might be perpetually more busy now, especially as dick hurdled faster and faster to his debutante ball. slade pauses, sniffing the air. "were you drinking?"

"only a couple cups of wine!" dick says quickly, shrugging slade's hand off and hurrying toward his chambers. slade kept right after him.

"your father will kill me if you're drunk while i'm meant to be minding you."

"no he won't," dick says quickly and pointedly, "and you were drinking too! everyone was! it's a party!"

slade curses. how had he been so careless? why had he not paid attention to what was in dick's goblet? what if someone had poisoned him? matter of fact, who had spoken to dick tonight, who had shown an interest in him, had anyone tried to get too close - ?

"um," dick said, paused in the middle of his bedchambers, fingers toying nervously at the buttons of his dress.

slade crosses the room quietly, his calloused, gloved fingers dwarfing the tiny fine buttons as he slowly, carefully, meticulously unbuttoned dick's dress for him.

"did anyone make you feel unsafe tonight," slade asks lowly. "uncomfortable."

"no," dick says quickly, a faint heat in his cheeks as he stood up a little straighter for slade. this was... new. slade had never helped with his dressing before, left it to the servants.

"i don't want you out of my sight," slade said softly, as dick's dress fell open, exposing honeyed skin and a delicate collarbone. "i need to protect you."

"father hired you to protect me while he was away at war," dick said, sudden and quiet.

"yes," slade answers, just as quiet.

"the war is done," dick says, his gaze steadily fixed on some point on slade's fine shirt, not his face. slade slowly cups that thin, fine jaw and tilts dick's chin up so the other would meet his eye, and dick leans into the contact subconsciously.

"your father is making big waves. he's turning heads and he's making enemies as fast as he's making friends. faster, even. this isn't going to be the last war your father is involved in and one day, i imagine, you're going to be riding up there on the front lines beside him." dick paled, and slade could see the conflict of emotions spilling across his eyes, as colorful and varied as oil on water. "you aren't out of the woods yet, little prince," slade says, thumbing dick's chin with some small measure of affection. "so by my measure, you'll still need your wolfhound."

dick's cheek bunted into slade's palm, all affection. "don't go," he begged quietly. "everyone always leaves." his hands closed around slade's wrist, as if his meager grip could hold slade down. slade's chest had a funny twisting feeling in it as dick nuzzled his soft skin against him.

"we have riding tomorrow," slade reminded gently. he wasn't going anywhere. that wasn't good enough for dick, as anxious tears began to well at the corners of his eyes. slade sighed. if someone was going to assassinate the prince, this would be the perfect cover for it, with so many guests under the roof.

"..get into your nightshirt," slade said gruffly, stepping away from dick. the feeling in his chest was getting stronger and it was traveling down to his core and he doubted, sincerely doubted, that dick knew what he was doing to him. slade stepped away, his back to the youth, who only sprung into action when he seemed to realize that slade wasn't leaving him just yet. slade listened passively to the shuffle of cloth behind him as he unstrapped his show armor, rolling tired joints with a sigh and piling uncomfortable bits of metal onto a table, leaving himself with only a knife strapped to his thigh to defend dick in the night. it would be comfortable enough; slade was used to sleeping in armor, even on horseback. when dick fell silent behind him, he turned to see the other perched in his bed, looking so small amid the pillows and comforters, sleep shirt showing too many inches of slender leg. slade turned his head as if the brand on his cheek had been freshly reapplied. dammit, no, you filthy old man.

slade sat himself down on a plush chair meant for taking breakfast and crossed his arms loosely in front of him, with a good view of the door, window, and his charge. dick looked crushed when he realized slade wasn't going to be warming the bed with him.

"goodnight, little prince," slade said pointedly, and dick huffed, tossing himself beneath the covers, contenting himself with the knowledge that slade was there.

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"you spent the night in my son's chambers," wayne said slowly, his fingertips trailing across the surface of his desk. slade kept his expression schooled, standing straight and at attention as his king grilled him. "the servants found you in the morning. in a state of undress."

slate prickled. that wasn't fair and wayne knew it. he was trying to rile slade, so it was in slade's best interest to remain unruffled. "i was reluctant to leave him undefended on such a crucial night as last night," slade said quietly. "any guest could have stole into his chambers in the night, displeased with the outcome of the war."

"where are your chambers located, wilson?"

slade barely kept from snarling. "beside young master grayson's."

"surely if there were any disturbance you could have heard it from there and intervened."

"it may have been too late - "

"no," wayne said, and his fist slammed down on the table, leaning his cold fury toward slade. "do not feed me lies, wilson. why were you in my son's chambers."

slade was quiet for a long, tense moment, fists clenching behind his back. silently, wayne crossed the room, coming around his desk to slade's side, the shorter man cupping slade's proud jaw and stroking his thumb over the warped white scar there.

"i may have hired you," bruce said softly, "but i have not forgotten what you are. any motion to harm my son..."

slade wanted to spit in that bastard's pretty slate gray eyes. tell him that he was there because dick was grieving, because bruce was neglecting the boy's company, because dick was young and frightened and needed to feel safe. slade meets bruce's eye and lets him see all the anger there. bruce's expression darkens, and slade understands now why the king of gotham is counted as a creature of the night.

"do not cross the line again," bruce warns softly, and he disappears from slade's line of sight, leaving only the afterburn of a curiously cold touch on his cheek.

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"it's my fault," dick whispers. "i'm sorry."

"you shouldn't go listening at doors, boy."

"you promised we'd go riding. you were taking too long..."

slade shrugs, using the point of his knife to dislodge a stone from the hoof of dick's mare. he inspected the horn, but there didn't seem to be any lameness, so he let her forehoof go and patted her neck. dick sat glumly on the fence nearby.

"..what is father worried you're going to do to me?" dick asked, watching slade rise. slade's gaze flicked toward the stableboys, too far to overhear them and engaged in their own discussion.

"defile you," slade said after a pregnant pause, crossing around zitka to inspect the next hoof. dick wavered slightly, shellshocked by the admission.

"..why?"

slade stopped and looked toward dick sharply. he didn't have much patience for dick's stupidity. dick stared, open mouthed, his blood heating rapidly in his veins against the cold autumnal air. slade shook his head and went back about his work. dick burned with questions he could not fully formulate and wasn't certain he wanted the answers to.

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thank you for reading! i'd like to write a second part with more explicit material but i doubt that's acceptable by tumblr standards (understandably) buuuut dick's like oh god an old man thinks i'm pretty :( ...... >:)

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