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allzelemonz · 2 months

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Breaking Point: Slade Wilson X Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You manage a weak nod, not trusting your voice.

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

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

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

And he doesn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

“Understand the lesson?”

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

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

“Yes, sir.” You manage through gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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alessabriel · 2 years

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“Batman training made you tough pup”

Deathstroke's words ring in your ears, so funny and airy, but you can't form words when you feel that long, fat cock deep in your gut, molding your insides to the shape of his cock.

The dark sheets that cover the mattress inevitably highlight your perfect pale complexion, highlighting your rosy blush so tender that it dusts your cheeks, part of your neck and your ears. Deathstroke can only smile when he admires you, beneath him going up and down his powerful strokes against your tight delicious hole, watching you cling to his arms for dear life, hearing your incoherent babble from your beautiful pink tongue hanging out of your lips. However, despite the ecstasy that I can bet runs through you, there is a deep sadness in your golden eyes, before he could even say the words of comfort that Deathstroke brought out very justly, he was surprised by a kiss with more tongue and violence than tenderness.

"Just fuck me Slade, please don't leave me"

A pang of pain stabs his heart as he watches you shed tears and try not to, the pleasure or the memories. He doesn't know and doesn't want to know.

"You are my puppy, I will never leave you, not in a million years"

And your hole gets that much tighter, even tighter, and it looks like you want to milk it for what it's worth. Slade just tries harder, so much harder and tears apart the sheets as he hammers into your sweet ass, your ever sweet cuddly hole that he loves to eat and fuck so much. He can't control himself, not when that sadness finally leaves you and he sees how your eyes little by little lose the notion of coherence, you just enjoy and that cheers him up.

You deserve only to enjoy and he would make sure of it, to wrap you in his love and not let you go.

#Dc x male reader #Deathstroke #Slade Wilson #Y/n Wayne!#Reader Wayne!#Male reader Wayne #Deathstroke x male reader #Slade Wilson x male reader #Smut #Dc x Male Reader Smut!#Gay

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bigfan-fanfic · 1 year

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Slades BF only feeling comfortable when hes sleeping on slade

Slade definitely encourages that kind of need and dependence.

#slade wilson x male reader #asks

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 2 years

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Hello, I would like to make an order so it is not a bother.

I wish it was tim drake x male reader.

I would like the reader to be the son of deathstroke and for the two to be in a relationship, but for none of the members of the batfamily to know about the relationship (for obvious reasons)

I would like the batfam to be on a mission and for the reader to be seriously injured and for tim to care about him without caring that others find out about their relationship.

If you could do some scenes of how they met, along with some "fluff" scenes (either in some flashback or during the reader's recovery from his injuries) and the reactions of the members of the batfam (maybe slade as well, rose or respawn) would be awesome.

Also, if you want to make it inspired by a comic or that the reader has some power, no problem.

I hope I have not bothered you.

First love to change the world (Tim Drake x M!Reader)

whoo requests are back!

Am I super proud of this? not really but it's cute and it was hella fun to write anyways.

Also it took me forever to come up with a name for the reader's villain persona that matched Deathstroke so yall better enjoy it/j

Word count: 2.8k

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The first time you met Tim Drake was when he was going by Red Robin. You'd met a few times and he'd been the bane of your existence. You were just trying to live your life, even if that life was as a mercenary and gun for hire.

Tim had tried to stop you from completing your job a few times, sometimes he succeeded, mostly he didn't.

It was on a quiet night in paris- one of the times he hadn't managed to stop you from getting to your target- that he sat down on the roof from which you sniped down someone's former employee. You tried not to ask too many questions about your targets. It made the job easier.

"Why do you do it? What did that man do that he deserved to die?" He asked and you shrugged as you slung your rifle over your back.

"I don't ask. I wouldn't be a good killer if I let my heart stop me from doing jobs" You told him quietly and he looked at you almost pitifully.

"You're not like him. You don't enjoy hurting people, so why do you do it?" He asked and you stared him down.

"Like who?" You ask even though you knew exactly who Tim was referring to.

"You're not like Deathstroke" He said as he stood up to block your way and you laughed.

"And you're not like Batman. If he was here I'd be in handcuffs already" You said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You lowered your voice as you walked past him.

"You're weak." You said and he grabbed your wrist.

"Why did you kill that man?" He asked you and you pulled your wrist free.

"It's what some rich asshole paid me to do, why do you care? If you're not going to try and arrest me leave me alone." You told him but before you could leave he grabbed your shoulder.

"You don't have to waste your life killing people" He said, trying to convince you but you shrugged his hand off.

"Not many places will have the wanted son of the most renowned mercenary in the underworld, but thanks for the life advice Tim" You said and jumped to the next rooftop.

He looked at you bewildered and you smirked.

You'd run into Tim a few times after that, slowly things became more and more civil- even friendly between the two of you.

You never told anyone, not that you had many friends or family to tell and your father would have had your head for your growing friendship and feelings for Tim.

Tim did the same, none of his brothers or friends knew about his friendship or growing feelings for you. For all his flaws Tim was very good at keeping secrets.

The two of you knew how to keep secrets and communicated in ways that couldn't be tracked by your families: burner phones, secret non regular meeting spots, and flirty bickering when you met on the field. No one suspected a thing.

But all good things had to come to an end.

It wasn't often that you helped your father on missions but when he needed a second man for a job in Gotham you saw no reason not to go. Everything went according to plan until the bats showed up. Batman and Nightwing immediately went after Slade while you intercepted Damian.

You unsheathed your swords and went on the offensive.

"Surrender Deathblade, you don't stand a chance!" Damian said as he blocked with his own sword.

"Against what? The Baby Robin?" You scoffed and continued your offensive.

"I don't think so baby face" You told him before throwing him off his balance and into and alley.

You were about to go help Slade when Nightwing split from his fight with him to stop you.

"You should've stayed home kid" He said as his escrima sticks collided with your swords.

"Nah, but it's- Dad behind you!" You screamed and Slade moved out of the way just in time to avoid Tim's Bo staff.

Dick took the chance to kick you off your balance and you tumbled back and over the ledge of the roof. You quickly pulled yourself up.

"Oh you're gonna pay for that" You said as you wiped blood from your nose away. One of the blood vessels must have ruptured in your tumble along with the bruised rib you felt as you stood back up. You've fought with worse so you simply kept going, racing back to confront Dick again when gunshots rang out and you noticed a nearby window was broken.

"Deathblade, the job's done! We're leaving!" Deathstroke called out to you and you changed course, running in the direction of your father.

He was still fighting Batman when a another shot rang out and you fell to your knees, grasping your side. You recognised the pain immediately but didn't understand where it came from. You saw Slade shoot at Batman- it took you a moment to realize the shot must have ricocheted. You held your side as the pain expanded and you heaved, looking at your father for help. He was still occupied with Batman but Tim- who had been trying to keep up with his mentor and Slade ran over to you.

"Deathblade!" He yelled as he came to your side.

You pushed him away.

"What are you doing?!" You tried to say, though it sounded more like a groan of pain. What was he doing? Both of your covers were about to be blown!

You tried to push him away but he wasn't having it.

"Y/N let me help you, please" He tried to tell you even as he fought your extended arms.

Tim's soft tone caught both Slade and Bruce's attention and you hissed in pain when he finally got you to lay down.

"They're gonna-" You tried to tell Tim but he cut you off.

"I don't care" Tim said and you didn't fail to notice the glare your father sent your way. Your rouse was up and you knew there was no going back when he used the opportunity to escape.

You cursed under your breath as you were left with Tim and the Bats.

Tim was soft in his actions, he took gauze from his utility belt and wrapped your chest as well as he could on the field. You felt the gazes of the rest of the bats as your boyfriend took such gentle care of you and you wished he hadn't done anything. You wished things could have stayed the same but you knew they were about to change drastically.

The judgemental silence was broken when Tim picked you up bridal style and you knew there was no arguing with him.

"Red Robin, what are you doing?" Batman asked him in the gravelly voice he probably used for interrogating criminals or scolding his robins as it seemed.

"I'm taking him to the cave. He needs medical attention" Tim told him confidently and you wanted to hide your head in the crook of your boyfriend's neck. The entire situation was making you the most uncomfortable you've ever felt.

"Absolutely not! Father Deathblade is a criminal!" Damian said and you groaned.

"A criminal who should have cut your tongue off when he had the chance you little twerp" You said smirking at Damian's enraged appearance.

It was getting harder to focus, you heard more talking but your brain couldn't interpret what they said over the pain in your chest. Tim's arms were so welcoming and you had to fight everything in you just to stay awake.

Soon you felt Tim start moving. You noticed Tim placing you in a car and covering your eyes but you couldn't focus on anything else. You felt Tim's gloved hands run through your hair and you thought you heard him telling you to rest but you weren't sure.

The next thing you know you're laying down on something soft. You could feel the pinch of a needle on your arm and the sound of overlapping voices hitting your ears.

"I'm not going to apologize! He's a good person and he needs our help" You heard Tim's voice say.

"He's a criminal Tim" You heard another voice, one you didn't recognize, respond.

"That's never stopped you" Tim replied and you heard another voice interrupted.

"He's Deathstroke's son" It said.

"I'd suggest you take it easy Mr. Wilson" an older man said. He spoke with a british accent and you had to squint to make out his face.

"L/N." You corrected.

"My name is Y/N L/N- not Wilson" You told him and he nodded, helping you sit up and handing you a cup of water.

"Well then Mr. L/N, you should take it easy. That bullet punctured your lung and you had multiple bruised ribs." He said as he helped you keep the cup to your lips.

"Where am I? Who are you?" You asked and the man- who wore an incredibly fancy black suit sat beside you.

"I am Alfred Pennyworth and at the moment you are in the Batcave" He explained.

"Master Timothy brought you here after you were shot" Alfred continued and you immediately realized what happened.

"I need to go" You said and did your best to get out of bed, you collapsed as soon as you tried to stand on your own. Alfred steadied you.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to do that at the moment" He said but you tried anyway.

You noticed most of your suit has been cut off and you were left in only your pants as you limped towards where you saw Tim was with his family.

"Deathstroke shot him." Tim said and you heard another voice tut in annoyance as you got closer.

"How long has this been going on?" A voice you assumed belonged to Batman asked and Tim sighed.

"Six months" He said before he strengthened his resolve.

"But he's not like his father. I've seen it. He's just never known anything else from this" Tim said and you cleared your throat.

"He's also right here" you said and Tim's eyes widened as he ran to help you.

"What are you doing?" He asked and you smiled.

"I believe Mr. L/N said he needed to go" Alfred said from behind you.

"Though where you could go with a punctured lung and bruised ribs I wouldn't know" He said and you had to admit that this Alfred was really getting on your nerves.

You coughed as Tim tried to keep you from leaving.

"Tracker-" You said and coughed again.

"In my neck" You breathed out, even with increased healing your body wasn't ready for the amount of energy it would take to simply walk.

"He's gonna- he's gonna come here" You told Tim and he helped you sit down.

"I told you! He's going to lead Deathstroke right to us!" Damian exclaimed but Tim glared at him.

"Shut up Damian, he just warned us. Now go with Alfred and get a med kit" He told his brother before turning his attention back to you.

"Don't worry, we'll get it out" He told you and you sighed.

"You shouldn't have brought me here" You told Tim and he shushed you. "I wasn't going to leave you to bleed on that roof" He said and you smiled. "You're too good to me."

"You're important to me, I love you" He said and you chuckled. That was the first time he told you that. The first time anyone told you that they loved you, and in that moment you realized you would do anything for Tim.

"I love you too Bird boy" You said as you pulled him into a soft kiss.

You could feel the uncomfortable gazes and unsaid judgments from Tim's family but you couldn't care less. After all, Tim just saved you.

Alfred came back with the med kit and went to work with your instruction on removing the tracker.

"Why should we trust you?" Batman asked you and you could feel Tim tense beside you.

"Because my father just left me to die. If I had any loyalty to Slade Wilson I wouldn't have told you about the tracker" You told Batman and he nodded.

"I still don't like this, Slade's kids have made a habit of stabbing us in the back" Nightwing said and you scoffed.

"You mean the ones he cares about? Because Slade has about five kids from four different moms and he isn't shy about who his favorites are." Dick stared you down waiting for you to continue and you used all your strength to stand up and face him.

"He doesn't give half a shit about me if that's what you're worried about Grayson." You told him and you saw him flinch at the use of his name. He looked at Tim who shook his head. You'd known Dick's identity long before you and Tim got together.

"How do you know that name?" He asked and Tim helped you sit back down.

"Because my father hates you. Just like I know Damian's name. Or Jason's. You aren't particularly good at hiding your connection. The second someone knows one of you they'll know all of you" You told them and met Batman's eyes through his cowl.

"Either way your secret's safe with me. I don't have any interest in ousting my boyfriend's family as vigilantes" You told them.

Bruce took Tim aside to talk and left you with Dick. He took his mask off and sat down in front of you.

"If you don't like Deathstroke why do you work for him?" He asked and you scowled.

"With him." You corrected.

"I work with him occasionally because we're in the same business. I don't have any loyalty to him because he's a conceited asshole who doesn't care about me" You explained.

Dick took a moment to think.

"Tim said you only kill because you don't know anything else, is that true?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.

"Is this your version of the shovel talk?" You asked and you could see Dick was losing his patience.

"He's my brother and I can see he's happy with you but I still don't trust you." He said and he continued.

"Why do you kill people?" He asked and you took a moment to think. When you answered him your voice was even.

"I wasn't always like this. I used to take protection jobs mostly, bodyguard positions" You explained. "But I couldn't outrun his influence or reputation. Slade is- well his is a big shadow and no matter how much I wish it wasn't the case I'm his son." You explained and pointed to a small faded scar on your side.

"This was from my first job when I was 12, a bullet graze. He taught me hand to hand combat, blades, guns- anything I'd need to follow in his footsteps." You took a pause as you tried to keep your breathing even.

"I've never known anything but this." You told him and met his eyes.

"Tim saw the real me. For the first time in my life someone loves me because they see who I am beyond my family and my abilities and I would do anything for him." You told Dick and held his gaze until he finally responded.

He nodded and stood up.

"I'll help you back to your cot, I'm sure Tim and Bruce will be back soon"

You spent the next few days resting in the batcave. Bruce was adamant about you not entering the manor and you had no problem staying in the cave. Tim was by your side practically 24/7 and you had to admit that you appreciated the quality time with him.

With your enhanced healing factor your wounds healed quickly and within a few days you were almost fully healed.

You pulled on one of Tim's hoodies.

"You know you don't have to go yet, we could set up a guest room in the manor- or one of the safe houses in the city" Tim said and you smiled kissing his cheek.

"That's sweet of you Bird boy but I have to deal with this sooner rather than later" You told him.

"Comm me if things go wrong" He told you and you chuckled.

"Rose'll be with me so I think I'll be fine but I promise if something does go wrong you'll hear about it" You promised and pulled on a motorcycle jacket over the hoodie.

"This isn't the end love, I'll be back and we'll figure things out" You told Tim and he smiled, pulling you into a final goodbye kiss.

"See you soon Bird boy" You said as you got on the bike and sped out of the cave.

What Tim did on that rooftop changed your life forever but you wouldn't change it for the world.

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themarvelousknight27 · 9 months

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Deathstroke’s Son Y/N , comes back From A mission And Flirts with Artemis Crock

Slade Wilson has A massive grin on his face

Yep that’s my Boy.

Tigress: Ugh

#male reader #slade wilson #deathstroke #malereader #dc imagine #dc x reader #artemis crock

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lazycats-stuff · 11 months

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Hello, do you accept orders? If so, you could make a dick grayson x male reader, where the reader is a mercenary son of deathstroke and they are a couple, but the bat family doesn't know about their relationship (for obvious reasons) and that during a fight with the family of bats the reader is hurt and that Dick cares so much about him, that he doesn't mind going to help his boyfriend and that the others find out about their relationship, and well that in the end there are tender scenes between dick and the reader. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience.

This is adorable. I want someone like Dick Grayson in my life.

Summary: Dick and (Y/N) are together, however, one is a good guy and one is a bad guy. Their families find out.

Warnings: mentions of a fight, Dick being a sweetheart, secret relationships, Deathstroke and Batman being protective fathers

Dick went on patrol, separating himself from his family. He had a meeting with his boyfriend, (Y/N). Why was the boyfriend secret? Because his boyfriend was son of Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke. They have started out as rivals, fighting whenever they saw one another.

But one time, they saved each other and their friendship started there. Dick didn't tell (Y/N) his name at the time, but they talked a lot about their fathers. Sometimes it was about how annoying they were and sometimes how protective they can be.

Yes, Slade Wilson is a protective father too.

Overtime, it grew into something new, something that, at the time, scared Dick and (Y/N). But a fight secured their feelings for one another and they started their relationship. It was the best that has happened to Dick.

But there was a problem. They had to keep it a secret. They knew each others identities, but their families are enemies and if they found out they would have separated them.

Dick jumped on the roof, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend. (Y/N) smiled too, walking up to Dick. They wrapped arms around each other and kissed.

If Bruce and Slade were to see this, both of them would have had heart attacks.

They stayed close to one another, just basking in their proximity.

" Hey Dick. " (Y/N) said, smiling at his boyfriend, moving his hand to cup Dick's face.

" Hey (Y/N). How are you? " Dick asked, kissing him once more.

" Whenever I see you, I'm always better. " (Y/N) said smirking, moving away a bit.

" I could say the exact same thing. " Dick said, watching his boyfriend.

" What's wrong (Y/N)? " He asked him, taking (Y/N)'s hands into his own.

" I think my father is planning something against yours. I don't know for sure, but there is a plan that involves Batman. " (Y/N) revealed to Dick, squeezing his hands.

" Well, whatever it is, we are going to be fine. " Dick reassured, this not being the first time they had to fight with their families. It wasn't easy, but they knew that they had to keep up the façade.

" I know, but I have a very bad feeling about it. I just wanted to warn you. " (Y/N) said, giving Dick a kiss on his cheek. " I have get going, he will be suspicious if I don't get home. "

Dick nodded, giving (Y/N) a last kiss on the lips before they went their separate ways.

(Y/N) was right about a plan involving Batman. Deathstroke tried to get him to be alone, but the rest of the family was there too. Batman and Deathstroke had started talking, but they were going to fight.

Dick glanced at (Y/N) who was standing behind his father. He couldn't see (Y/N)'s face due to the helmet, but he knew that (Y/N) was looking at him too.

He could only hope, that Batman and Deathstroke won't fight. But hope always dies last. Dick knew it's stupid to hope for that, but for both his and (Y/N)'s sake.

Once Batman and Deathstroke jumped into action, so did everyone else. Dick didn't want to fight (Y/N), he couldn't fight him. It was too painful.

Damian and Jason went after (Y/N) and Dick, Tim and Bruce went after Deathstroke. While fighting, Dick kept an eye on (Y/N). Damian was good and Jason was good too. It wasn't easy to go against Damian or Jason, especially if it's 2 vs 1.

And Dick was proud of (Y/N) from handling it like a champ. One of the reasons why Dick loved him was the fact that (Y/N) could handle it. He could keep up with them and not everyone could.

The fight was going on forever. They have switched from time to time, but Dick never got into a direct fight with (Y/N). He would hold back and his family would notice it and be suspicious.

Dick tried to get to Deathstroke to end the fight, but a scream made him turn his head. It was (Y/N), on the ground and Dick swore he saw blood.

He abandoned the fight with Deathstroke and ran over to (Y/N). He knelt next to his head, saying his name. Damian and Jason stopped in their tracks.

Jason's loud what stopped the fight. Batman and Deathstroke turned their head from the fight they were having. They looked at their first sons. Why was Dick kneeling down next to (Y/N), gently holding his face? And why was (Y/N) reciprocating?

" Hey, where were you hit? " Dick asked softly, ignoring everyone around them. He saw it immediately. It even broke the side of the helmet.

" Can I take it off to see it better? " Dick asked for his permission. (Y/N) mumbled out a yes and Dick gently took off the mask smiling at the sight of (Y/N)'s face.

" Why are you smiling Dick? " (Y/N) asked Dick, raising his hand up to cup his face. It was a habit of his to cup Dick's face.

" Because I love you. "

(Y/N)'s heart melted at the way he said it, just so easily. But then his heart sank. Their families were here. They know...

" Dick... They know. " (Y/N) whispered, worried out of his mind.

" I know. " Dick answered, giving him a kiss to soothe his anxiety.

" Since when is this going on? " Batman asked, his gruff voice cutting through the silence.

" It's going to be a year soon. " Dick answered for them both.

" And how did it happen? " Deathstroke asked the two, watching as Dick helped (Y/N) sit up.

" A series of fight between us and other villains. " (Y/N) answered this one. He leaned his head onto Dick's side and Dick wrapped his arm around him.

Nobody really said anything and Dick and (Y/N) were waiting for their fathers are going to say about this. If they separate them, well, they will still find a way to see one another.

" (Y/N), do you love my son? " Batman asked, using his Bat glare to look at (Y/N).

" I do. I love him more than anything. " (Y/N) said, Grasping Dick's hand.

" And you Nightwing? Do you love my son? " Deathstroke asked Dick, grasping the hilt of his blade. Batman eyes Deathstroke's hands.

" I do. I don't think I could live with out him. " Dick confessed. The brothers were silently watching.

" Okay, I have something to say for the rest of the birds here. " Jason started, clapping his hands. " (Y/N), hurt our brother and I can promise you, you will be begging us to kill you. " Jason finished, making the other brothers nod their heads.

" Same goes for you Nightwing. " Deathstroke said, glaring at the him with his good eye. " Hurt my son, I will make sure to send you to pieces to Batman. "

Batman turned his head, glaring at him. He could understand the protectiveness, (Y/N) being the only son, but that is crossing a line.

" Well, point taken and I think I speak for both myself and (Y/N). " Dick started, helping (Y/N) up. " If you need to talk to us, I'm taking him to my apartment. I need to check out his injury.

He glanced at Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders.

" Come on. " Dick encouraged (Y/N), moving his boyfriend to the exit.

" Are you okay now? " Dick asked, watching his boyfriend as he was laying down in his bed. They have been at each others places, but only for a small amount of time, never overnight.

" Yes, can I get some water? I'm thirsty. " (Y/N) asked his boyfriend, touching his bandage wrapped around his head.

" I can, don't touch them. " Dick warned him about bandages. He went to the kitchen, getting a water from the fridge. He sat down on the edge of the bed, making sure that (Y/N) has drank enough water.

" Are you sure you are okay? You have been quiet. " Dick asked, taking (Y/N)'s hand.

" I am okay, it's just weird for our families to know, I guess? " (Y/N) explained to Dick, caressing Dick's hand with his thumb.

" I know, I understand it. " Dick said, giving (Y/N)'s hand a kiss. " Do you need anything else? "

" Not really, just you here next to me. It's our first sleepover together." (Y/N) said, moving so that Dick could lay down next to him.

" It is. " Dick realized, moving to lay down next to his boyfriend.

" I'm just glad that we don't have to hide anymore. " (Y/N) said, kissing Dick on the lips. If it weren't for the fact that (Y/N) was injured, Dick would deepen it.

" We will continue this make out session later, your head needs to heal. " Dick said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

" And you need rest. I know you need it, so lets go to sleep. "

#dick grayson x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #fluff #x male reader #batfamily #batkids #dick grayson

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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What I write and who I write for

Movies/shows

Gotham

Star wars

Spartacus

Boardwalk Empire

Marvel

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Salem

Star Trek

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Barry

Stranger Things

The pirates of the Caribbean

Lotr

The Hobbit

NCIS

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Gotham characters I write for

Oswald Cobblepot

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jim Gordon

Harvey Bullock

Ed Nygma

Alfred Pennyworth

Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Star Wars characters I write for

Darth Maul

Kylo Ren

Darth Vader

Han Solo

Poe Dameron

Lando Calrissian

Finn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Din Djarin

Paz Vizsla

Spartacus characters I write for

Ashur

Gannicus

Crixus

Agron

Spartacus

Glaber

Caesar

Boardwalk Empire characters I write for

Al Capone

Richard Harrow

Eli Thompson

Frank Capone

Ralph Capone

Nelson Van Alden

Arnold Rothstein

Meyer

Lucky Luciano

Gyp Rosetti

Marvel characters I write for

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Zemo

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Ultron

Pietro Maximoff

Peter Quill

Drax

Yondu Udonta

Ronan

Rocket (platonic! We ain't furries here!)

Groot (platonic)

DC characters I write for

Superman

Batman

Bane

Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)

Captain Boomerang

Chato Santana

Rick Flag

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)

X-Men characters I write for

Victor Creed

Wolverine

Colossus

Deadpool

Cable

TWD characters I write for

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Eugene Porter

Abraham Ford

Paul "Jesus" Rovia

The Witcher characters I write for

Geralt

Jaskier

Filavandrel

Mousesack

Eskel

Salem characters I write for

John Alden

Cotton Mather

Beelzebub/ The Sentinel

Samael

Sebastian Marburg

Star trek characters I write for

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

Quark

General Martok

Weyoun

Damar

Dukat

Garak

Julian Bashir

Shran

Captain Archer

Malcolm Reed

Trip Tucker

Phlox

Harry Potter characters I write for

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Fantastic Beasts characters I write for

Newt Scamander

Percival Graves

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)

Jacob Kowalski

IT characters I write for

Richie Tosier

Ben Hanscom

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Henry Bowers

Pennywise/ Bob Gray

Barry characters I write for

Barry Berkman

Noho Hank

Monroe Fuches (As father figure)

Stranger Things characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)

Eddie Munson

Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for

Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"

Captain Barbossa

William Turner

Bootstrap Bill

Davy Jones

James Norrington

Cutler Beckett

Salazar

Lotr characters I write for

Boromir

Faramir

Samwise Gamgee

Mary

Pippin

Aragorn

Haldir

Legolas

Elrond

Èomer

The Hobbit characters I write for

Bilbo

Thorin

Fili

Kili

Bard

Elrond

Thranduil

Legolas

Azog

NCIS characters I write for

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

Joshany Gibbs

YouTubers I write for

Mully VR

Josh dub

Your favorite Narrator

Juicy

Eddie VR

Smashing

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier/Mark's egos

Angry Cops

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What I will write

Smut/NSFW

fluff

Male character x Fem reader

Traumatized reader dynamic

Mentions of abuse

Mentions of Death

Mentions of Blood

Slight torture

Knife play

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What I won't write

Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)

Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)

Incest

Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)

Pegging

Gore

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pendragon-writes · 2 years

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𝒮𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒?

Tim Drake x Male!reader.

Part 1/?

Requested: Yes

Tw: Typical Dc violence, injury, bone breaking, kidnapping

Dating Tim Drake is an amazing yet terrifying thing for you, in normal circumstances, most people would love to have a crime-fighting partner who could easily save them in the face of danger, and being a local of Gotham would only fuel that for most. Well, there isn't anything wrong with Tim being a Vigilante if anything it's amazing what his skills and his courage can do for him and that's one of the many things you loved about him. The main issue is that your father was the one and only Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke the mercenary.

While your boyfriend Tim is the Vigilante 'Red Robin', you yourself were another well-known Vigilante '(H/n)', and while your father's influence did impact some parts of your hero work most of it was developed on your own.

Before the two of you started even dating you became friends with each other during your freshmen year and became quick friends after meeting one another. The both of you did everything together and he was the one who introduced you to so many of the things you now enjoyed. Being a Wilson usually meant having difficulty making new friends but Tim and you just connected like missing puzzle pieces that it would only make sense for the two of you to get along.

In a way part of the things your father did stick with you, for example, your marksmanship is impeccable, and you've sported a mask of your own just like your siblings and father. Only, you're not a killer.

Well, things have been, not going your way as of this moment. One moment you were on a mission with your boyfriend and his dad, the next you were being beaten for information by one of Black Mask's goons. Just as the goon was about to break another bone a loud crashing noise came from behind you. The goon quickly tried to run to the exit but got stopped by black shoes and a long silver stick. "Oh hey, guys nice of you to d-" as you tried to talk blood started coming from your throat making you cough it out.

Tim quickly knocked out the goon before rushing to your side and carefully lifting you up in a bridal style. You tried to speak but you just couldn't speak, so instead, you decided to relax your limbs and calm your breathing. "I got you, don't worry, you're safe now," he looked at you with a smile, even if he couldn't see your face with the mask you were wearing he could feel the anxiousness in your body. You carefully moved your hand to his masked face and he chuckled at this, responding with a kiss on the top of your mask. The big bat himself noticed this but made no comment on it, deciding that now wasn't the time to ask questions but instead alert the others to get ready to leave.

#tim drake x male!reader #male reader #x male reader #male!reader #x male!reader #tim drake #red robin x male reader #red robin #batfam x male reader

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darthtaoshay · 2 years

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝒟𝒞 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜

♡ Be specific with your request, do not just put ‘blank x blank with blank’

♡ I will and can deny requests. As a writer who does this in her free time when she feels up to it, I can pick what I want to write. Also, I work and do other things outside of writing. Please do not constantly ask or pressure for work to be posted.

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒:

Incest, Pedophilia, Glorification of any illness (including: Depression, Su*cide, Self-Harm, and/or Addiction), Virgin!Reader or Male!Readers. Nothing involving drugs aside from cigarettes.

I DO NOT DO CHARACTER X CHARACTER ALONE. I WILL DO CHARACTER X READER X CHARACTER

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐼 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇:

Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Rick Flag, Robert DuBois, Captain Boomerang, Slade Wilson, Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Gar Logan, Hank Hall, Adrian Chase, Christopher Smith, and John Stewart.

Barbara Gordon, Kate Kane, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Starfire, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Cleo Cazo, Diana Prince, Raven, Carol Ferris, Dawn Granger, Donna Troy, Blackfire, Renee Montoya, Helena Bertinelli, Dinah Lance, Emilia Harcourt, and Leota Adebayo.

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allzelemonz · 2 months

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A Test: Slade Wilson X Male Reader

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

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

“What did you say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slade doesn’t share the sentiment.

“Pants off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Both ends, kid.” Slade scolds.

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

“Stop.”

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

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

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

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