#deathstroke x reader

Aquaman -[ROMANTIC]

He would freeze as you slumped into his arms, before rearranging you into a more comfortable position whilst ignoring all the jealous stares he’s getting from his coworkers. He would bundle you up and just carry you around in like a baby sling. You are encompassed by blanket and beefy muscle, where he goes you must follow. He even takes you with him on missions, but by then he’s rearranged the blanket sling to be on his back. Arthur Curry is like softly obsessed with you, not yandere, but like obsessed in the way that he just wants to be close to you and will ignore anything and everything if you so much as stir. Speaking of you stirring, this man doesn’t really care if someone wakes you up. His focus is on you, calming you with soft whispered words and gentle touches to the face, brushing away loose hair. Like I said, the man’s enamoured.

Bane -[ROMANTIC]

Would not move. He could easily bring you with him wherever he goes but to him, your comfort is his priority. And to be fair, you’ve used him like a jungle gym so this isn’t really that crazy for his goons. Bane would take all meetings and updates from right where he had sat before you climbed into his lap. Unlike a lot of the others on this list, you didn’t accidentally fall asleep on him. You did it on purpose. No one can blame you, he gives the best cuddles and is just the perfect balance between warm and firm that just knocks you the fuck out. You need sleep? Bane’s arms are already open, waiting for you. Though if anyone woke you up or was being too loud, he would kill them with one hand. Like snap their neck whilst cuddling you close to him, no one disturbs his sunshine. His goons have learnt to whisper their reports and tiptoe down corridors.

Batman -[PLATONIC]

This might upset some people, but I think Batman just has a platonic neutrality with you, not romantic. He gets a headache when he’s working with or against you because he knows he’s got to baby-proof the Batmobile and holding cell you’ll eventually go to. However, you also lower his walls which is super rare for Bruce. He is your number 1 snuggle buddy, against his will. For some reason, your yawns (perfected with the cartoonish snot bubble that pops and wakes you up) are like chloroform to him. As soon as he hears it, it takes like two seconds before he’s gone to sleepy land. This has happened so much that whenever he is on a mission concerning you, he has to have a chaperone so he doesn’t sleep. If the two of you happened to fall asleep next to each other, Bruce is most likely laying his head on yours with his arm around your shoulders. His kids try and bribe you to record your yawns so they can get him to have a regular sleep schedule.

Catwoman -[ROMANTIC]

She is the one grabbing you and putting you in her lap. Most likely you were walking past her and she just grabbed your waist before pulling you into her body. No matter how much you squirm you can’t evade her hold. She all but purrs as you give in and bask in her attention. She pinches and pokes you occasionally, just to hear your reactions. When you eventually get bored enough to sleep, she just watches you breathe. Like Arthur, she’s lowkey obsessed. Again, not yandere. But more kind of her checking you’re alive. Though her counting your breathes is a bit overkill. She doesn’t stop you from being woken up because it’s not like she’s going to let you go any time soon. Plus it gives her a chance to tease you over drooling or sleep talking. Would absolutely hold it above your head if you mumble her name whilst asleep.

Constantine -[ROMANTIC/PLATONIC]

I can kind of see this being either way, just because you would be the type of little freak that I can see Constantine being attracted to only to have his inner monologue go ‘WHY?!’. He’s just kind of confused but decides to just go along with it, he’s seen worse. He’s another member of the Chronic Insomniac Club. It’s always just another case or just another spell, wearing himself thin until he just collapses on his sofa and sleeps for like 4 days straight. Having a snuggle buddy that has physically attached themself to his body helps. It weighs him down, he can’t move off the sofa unless he wants to wake up the little clown (not Joker-adjacent) he’s basically taken in. I feel as though you wouldn’t necessarily fall asleep in his lap, but probably crashed at his place. After a long day of being a nuisance you crash at Constantine’s home, because in your words ‘it smells nice’, and fall asleep on his sofa. And not long after you turn up, an equally exhausted if not more so sorcerer gets home and collapses on top of you, asleep before he even landed. You probably don’t care, using his trench coat as a blanket and in the morning he’s probably more confused than annoyed. Anyone attempting to wake you up would be met with a very grouchy British man ready to send them to Hell for disturbing his sleep. Oh, and you’re here too.

Deathstroke -[PLATONIC]

This man hates you. Loathes you, in a mostly comical way. Any time he works with you, he is audibly complaining and groaning because he thinks you don’t take things seriously enough. You know he hates you, so you do everything in your power to annoy the shit out of him. I imagine you hug him, arms like rubber as they snake around him multiple times, every time you see him and really up the exaggeration in your emotions and reactions. It’s definitely a love-hate relationship but deep down, Deathstroke does car. Another one who wouldn’t directly cuddle. Though I imagine if you ever got super hurt to the point you needed to be hospitalised, he would fight tooth and nail to sit by your side. He would hold your hand until you woke up, not letting go even to sleep himself. He would kick out anyone too loud, including nurses and medical staff. He would vehemently deny it but can’t help himself as the worry bleeds through. Don’t go dying on him yet, he needs his daily dosage of annoyance.

Flash -[ROMANTIC]

Barry absolutely adores you. Like this man enjoys jokes and pranks so having you around is more of a blessing than a nuisance. He’s probably one of the few people that you won’t be sleeping around. Both of you are too excitable and hyperactive to really slow down and feel your exhaustion. He’s usually the first one turning up to any of your crime moments, most of the time cheering you on or just watching the chaos unfurl. If the two of you did end up sleeping together (NOT LIKE THAT), then you would be a nightmare to live near (this sounds so bad, I swear it isn’t). Both of you would snore really loud, like so loud that it can be heard through walls. And neither of you would be able to stay still as you sleep. Barry is a chronic kicker in my opinion and you would probably roll around a lot. Somehow, you both consistently wake up without the blanket, you star-fishing on an angle and Barry half off the bed. No one would be able to walk you up through the cacophony of your shared sounds.

Green Arrow -[ROMANTIC/PLATONIC]

This could either way because he would be super protective and vigilant no matter the type of relationship you have with him. If you’re romantically entangled then he would stop you from cuddling with him anywhere other than your home because when you do cuddle, he lays on top of you. This isn’t just to feel close to you but also to protect you from any intruders. If anyone wanted to get to you, they’d have to get through him first. Try to ignore the knife under your pillow, he needs it within grabbing distance just in case. If you were platonically intertwined, then I can see him indulging in hugs and cuddles so long as it doesn’t restrict his limbs. So if you wanna nap on him, go for it. He wouldn’t sleep with you, though he desperately needs it, but he would stroke your back and ensure that no loud sounds would disturb you. Oliver won’t deter anyone from coming in the room but should they start shouting or making loud noises unnecessarily, he will send them a sharp look to tone it down.

Green Lantern -[ROMANTIC/PLATONIC]

I definitely think that this man is desperate for someone to adore him. He wants to be your hero, a guiding light. He needs this, man. If romantic, then I see him super eager for nap time except he won’t shut up about how great he is. You want to sleep, he wants to yap. Two lovers doomed to fall apart. However, all it takes is a threat to go to someone else for your much needed beauty rest to get him to buck up and settle into the quiet with you. If platonic, similarly to romantic, he needs to be wanted. He wants to be that cool, older brother figure to you. I imagine you would prefer this version since he would just lift you up into a piggy back ride where the gentle jostling will lull you to sleep. Occasionally he may use his Ring to make you a blanket or a stuffed toy for extra comfort. Hal is so paranoid that someone is going to wake you up though that he becomes the person who wakes you up, leaving you to fulfil your threat and find comfort elsewhere. He is heartbroken and falls to his knees in shame.

Harley Quinn -[PLATONIC]

Do not fall asleep on or near Harley if you don’t want the life to be squished out of you. She has a case of cuteness aggression and it’s bad. You fell asleep by yourself, and woke up to be fully engulfed by Harley and her two pet hyenas, with her using you as her personal teddy bear. It’s warm, cosy and honestly addictive. Anytime you do wake up, it’s pretty easy for you to fall back asleep. Harley snores a little, and she’s quite active when she’s asleep, but if she’s rolling she’s taking you with her. Anyone who dares interrupt the smallest bit of serotonin that she holds close to her gets to meet her beloved hyenas up and close. A few poor delivery men and cold callers have been chased through the streets of Gotham multiple times. Some have tried bribing them but they’re too loyal to the cuddle pile.

Joker -[PLATONIC]

This man is not your friend. I put platonic because I don’t see him pursuing you romantically because all he’s interested in is seeing how far he can push you before you break. One of his favourite ways to do so is through sleep deprivation. Anytime you are paired together for a mission, you get no sleep. From playing trombone music, to insisting the lights stay to even shocking you with a cattle spike to keep you awake, he’s trying anything and everything. Because of this, you’ve been turning down a lot of opportunities to do crime with him so he’s been following you from place to place. Probably the number one reason why you crash at Constantine’s, you don’t want to go home to a psycho maniac clown who has a penchant for an Eminem-Metallica blend. However, I will say that in the very rare moments the Joker lets you sleep (probably like a hour or two before the mission plan starts), he will absolutely beat the person who woke you up. He beats them to a pulp with a crowbar and then hands you the crowbar as a gift. Only he can disturb you. Only he can torment you.

Lex Luther -[ROMANTIC]

Lex hates it, especially when it happens in public. He pretends he doesn’t know you and calls security to ‘take care of you’- .i.e. lock you up in your shared quarters. He questions why he’s with you every day. Similar to Constantine, he’s just in a constant state to ‘WHY THEM?!?!’. It’s almost like a blow to his ego and intelligence. The only good part is that he can show off to Superman and watch as the Kryptonian struggles with his jealously. That’s the only time he would publicly indulge your clingy habits. In private though? There are some rarer moments where he lets himself be encompassed by you. You practically bear hug each time, and each time he breathes in like he was hurt before forcing his body to relax, muscle by muscle. It’s not easy, his walls are as tall as the Great Wall of China is long. If anyone interrupts him, he’s quick to toss you off of him before addressing them, remembering their face and name so he can have them ‘dealt with’. No one should see him in his most vulnerable moments… But can you come continue cuddling him? He’s getting cold.

Martian Manhunter -[PLATONIC]

I think he’s very intrigued and amused by you. Kind of like a human to a cute puppy or frog, if that fits you more. Like he’ll indulge you here and there but is very neutral most of the time. However, he is kind of a secret sower of chaos. He would absolutely pass you candy so that you become so hyperactive, that the others are a bit scrambled. If he has the time, he will sit by you as you sleep and listen in to your dreams. With your consent, of course. It’s the best way he can learn about you since your powers prevent him from using most of his on you. A pair of oddities you are. Should anyone attempt to wake you, he just calmly says something like ‘That is not the best course of action. Please reconsider’. If they don’t, then he just picks you up and moves into the next room. Also another person to accidentally wake you up whilst chasing others away, but unlike a certain lamp guy, he learns and doesn’t do it again.

Mister Freeze -[PLATONIC]

Why are you sleeping on him? He is quite literally deathly cold. You say it’s perfect for a nest of blankets. He calls you weird. You call him old. That silences Victor and he grumbles but lets you do as you please. You know that type of dad that doesn’t express their affection through words, but rather actions? Yeah, thats Victor. The next time you come to seek refuge from a child drawing of a clown come to life, there’s extra fluffy and better quality bedding and pillows. Oh, and they so happen to be in your favourite colour. If you ask him, he’ll tell you some story about having them back in his old home and he was going to get rid of them, but if you like them so much, you can keep them. You ignore the tag still on the sheets. When he thinks you’re asleep, he brushes your hair out of your face. Sometimes as you fuss in your sleep, he hums or sings a soft lullaby. If anyone attempts to disturb you in his laboratory, they wouldn’t even make it to the inner door before one of his inventions dealt with them.

Nightwing -[PLATONIC/ROMANTIC]

Similar to Green Lantern, this man is begging you to sit in his lap for cuddles and naps. Dick is super touch starved and lacks like really good intimacy skills, both platonic or romantic. As soon as you sit in his lap and fall asleep, his whole body locks up. He freezes and has to remind himself that he needs to breathe. Dick probably shed a tear and feels blessed/chosen. He barely touches you but once he becomes comfortable enough, he’ll trace small circles on your back. Definitely one of the few who would accidentally wake you up and he feels so betrayed by his own body. If someone tries to wake you or makes noise, he instinctively grips you tighter and shoots them a glare. It’s his cuddle time, not anyone else’s! I see him as the type of person to try and plan the nap sessions though, because he can’t really deal with spontaneity quite well and after the first few random times, would want a designated time for it. He would also try and force you to wear matching pyjamas.

Penguin -[PLATONIC]

This man is so comfy to sleep on. The only issue is, he doesn’t like to sit still for long and loses his temper quickly which means he is very loud most of the time. However, should you attempt it he won’t dissuade you. He would prefer you do it whilst he’s attending paperwork with minimal distractions. Oswald just kind of sees you like a nuisance he has on a leash, almost like a pet but without the dehumanisation. If any of his goons try to interrupt or say something to him, he puts a pair of noise cancelling headphones on you or covers your ears before shouting. He wouldn’t sleep with you, valuing his time much more and would probably feel too vulnerable to do so. He would provide you with sleeping attire and would insist that you get changed before snuggling because he wouldn’t want any dirt or Gotham grime on his freshly pressed suit. You wouldn’t really visit him that often because he’s way too close to the Joker, both geographically and sometimes on missions.

Poison Ivy -[PLATONIC]

Let’s be real, Pamela probably drugged you. You are way too hyperactive for her sometimes so in order to keep you calm around her plants and not excite Harley too much, she drugs you. Nothing serious but just enough to make you sleeping. It’s probably just an intense chamomile and lavender extract. She sometimes cuddles you but it’s not really her style. She adores you but she also values her personal space sometimes. If you do it during a mission, she’ll humour you but not for long because she wants to get back to her greenhouse and lover (Harley) as soon as possible. She would definitely be the type to brag about it, subtly though. And her main victims? Batman and Nightwing. Anytime she crosses paths with them, she drops a couple of lines about you not being afraid of her and how willing you are to return to the home she shares with Harley. They don’t need to know that she drugs you for it most of the time.

Ra’s al Ghul -[ROMANTIC]

This man is babying you. If you’re napping, or even climb into his lap, he’s cancelling what he has planned for the day. He’s lived far longer than his enemies and he’ll live long after they died, so he can spare a few hours to dote and cuddle you. He definitely makes you get changed into the most luxurious sleep ware, silk with encrusted diamond and ruby enamelling as well as gold thread details. It’s probably worth the same as a small European country. If he’s feeling cocking, Ra’s will have you in his lap during meetings and overseeing training. Damien has more than once questioned why you’re there but has soon gotten used to it. Ra's wouldn't sleep with you, but he would be more than happy to just watch you doze and ensure you stay wrapped up.

Red Hood -[ROMANTIC]

The second you lay in his lap, my man is freezing up and having an inner panic attack. He's so touch starved yet touch avoident that he sort of glitches and says nothing, staying absolutely still. Its a bit difficult for you to hug him but you try to make it work. Jason feels as though he destroys everything he touches so it'll take a while for him to relax and settle. It becomes a drug to him, he needs your presence to sleep. When his goons point out you're a nuisance, he just sighs and looks dreamily at you like 'my nuisance'. He doesn't care if his goons see you cuddling, its just something they have to get used to but as soon as a family member or another rogue swings by, he's all dark and brooding. Times like these he unceremoniously drops you from his arms before acting all militant. But don't worry, he'll make it up to you with cuddles later.

Riddler -[ROMANTIC/PLATONIC]

At first Edward is fully against it. He pushes you off of him and berates you for doing something so childish and unseemly, brushing invisible dirt of his custom tailored suit. It’s fine, you get your revenge by not giving him an ounce of your attention. First, you refuse to partner up with him for missions, then you decline his calls, you ignore him when he speaks to. You do all of this before he basically begs (though he won’t ever admit to it) for your forgiveness and pulls you into his arms. Edward thought he was above it all and now he won’t make that mistake a second time. His goons aren’t allowed in the room when you cuddle though, so they have to communicate through very awkward rushed scribbles on paper that are then stuffed under the door or window. Many a times they have conducted raids like this, and it wasn’t until Batman invaded their base that someone suggested text messages or some other easy when to communicate. Riddler will actually pout if you wake up or move away before he’s had his daily dose of you and will immediately kill anyone who wakes you up.

Scarecrow -[PLATONIC]

He loathes physical touch and how silly you are in what is supposed to be a serious endeavour. Jonathan would absolutely use his Fear gas on you, just to see what happens. What he didn’t expect was for you to become extra clingy as you saw things you couldn’t explain and used him to ground yourself. He hated it, you wouldn’t let go of his arms as you sobbed. You wouldn’t let go, couldn’t. Your grip was ironclad and left dark purple bruises on his skin. At some point during your awful psychedelic trip, Jonathan Crane got used to you. It wasn’t a huge switch. It was gradual and slow, building to a neutrality. He didn’t hate you touching him, but he didn’t love it either. However, by the time he got used to your presence, you were flat out cold. The gas had scared you so much you spiralled yourself into exhaustion and fell asleep. On him. He would feel bad but you’ve basically anchored him down to one spot and now he can’t do his work.

Superman -[ROMANTIC]

First I got to say, choosing Clark Kent for cuddles and naps is the best choice here. That man is southern hospitality and sunshine all wrapped up in a beefcake who loves puppies and flowers. He is so down for cuddles, like almost desperately so. He gets so giddy and giggling when you begin to climb into his lap. Let me just say that you won’t need any blankets or pillows, this man is warm enough. If someone tries to wake you up or if he wants to annoy the other members of the Justice League, he will just make sure you’re all secure (probably as a bear hug) and then just fly in the air. He’ll use his laser eyes to cut around walls to make sure its quiet enough for you before floating high above whatever city he was in. This definitely pisses off Bruce and the Flash. He would wake you up with sweet innocent kisses across your face until you stirred and then gently fly you to Paris or Smallville for a nice ‘breakfast’. He would never wake you up accidentally because he has your heartbeat on his radar at all times.

Talia al Ghul -[ROMANTIC]

Much like her father, Talia absolutely spoils you. Matching sleeping attire? Check! 5 star facial treatments for the both of you? Check! Silk sheets in an European palace? Check! As for who falls asleep on who? It could go either way as Talia adores cuddling you, it gives her the perfect opportunity to pinch and poke you and have you whenever she pleases. She’d probably drug you a little bit, just to keep you nice and complacent. She coils around you like a snake and she’s so soft that you don’t even feel the set of daggers she’s strapped to her body in case of intruders. It’s somewhat similar when she’s the little spoon as she’s always armed and loves to just lounge on you. Talia would wake you up with sex or slow kisses across your face and upper body. She’s the boldest with her claim and would shoot someone dead for attempting to take you away from her, before cooing over your sleepy mumbles.

Two-Face -[ROMANTIC]

Harvey is a man who thrives on the chaos you bring. But rather than scold you for sleeping on the job, he would probably see it as you recuperating your energy. He would feel blessed that you, basically his God at this point, would choose to sleep on him. The very level of vulnerability you have shown him is all but a marriage proposal. He would guard you with his life and would kill anything or anyone in the perimeter, regardless if they made noise or not. To him, he can’t take any chances. He also wouldn’t sleep with you, too paranoid and alert to relax. It may even be that he puts you in a secure safe room which has been done up to be your bedroom. It has over 60 different types of locks and most of them have answers that only Harvey knows. He would stroke your face whilst you slept and whisper some sort of ranted prayer. The only way he would wake you was if the compound was under attack and he needed to move you. Any other time, he is actively trying to soothe you so you return to your slumber.

Wonder Woman -[ROMANTIC/PLATONIC]

For Diana, it could go either way as she’s going to hold you in one arm or on her hip like a baby because to her, you’re her baby. If your relationship is platonic, then she’ll indulge in your clinginess and use it to brag to Bruce. (Both her and Clark like to watch him struggle a bit). She’s another one that wouldn’t nap with you, but would stay awake just to ensure you’re safe and sound. Plus, I imagine as a demigod she doesn’t really need that much sleep. If your relationship is romantic, then she may be clingy too. If you nap together in the safe space of your shared home, then you aren’t going anywhere. Her arms are like iron bars once they find purchase around your waist. She also doesn’t really care for matching pyjamas but she does adore you when you wear her sweats. No matter your size, she has a version of hers in it. She doesn’t wake you up either. But Diana definitely wakes up before you and just stares at your face until you wake up. She likes to memorise these moments because she doesn’t know when they may end. If someone wakes you up on accident, she gently chides them before doting on you as you are extra cute to her when you’re sleepy.

Bane:

Bane returned home after another long meeting. He was a mercenary, one of the smartest and strongest, and these feeble minded, idiotic men made his head hurt. He wanted nothing more than to get home to you and listen to your voice. You never bored him or wasted his time.

It was quiet when the door opened, which wasn’t uncommon, but something was wrong...it was too quiet, the silence bouncing off the walls.

“Carina? Mi Vida? Where are you querida?” He felt panicked, a gnawing sensation that made him want to dig deep into his chest and pull it out.

He passed the counter, stopping to see the brightly colored envelope placed so nicely on top of it, accompanied by glitter and confetti scraps. It angered him to think how violently they had probably taken you. Bane grabbed the letter and tore it open, reading quickly, feeling his blood boil. How dare someone take you from him, from his own home!

Bane needed nothing but the address provided. Whoever had stolen you needed more than hope and prayers. He wouldn't show forgiveness...how quickly sentences were carried out would depend on the state you were in when he found you.

He made his way quickly to your location, wasting little time. And broke down the door at the back of the abandoned factory. Stalking through he stopped once he saw the bodies of goons scattered around you. You looked exhausted, bloodied, and dirty, stumbling around as a voice cheered from somewhere.

He ran over to you, the heavy sound of his boots scaring you as you turned around quickly with a rusty pipe swinging. He caught it with one hand, slowly lowering it, looking you over, “oh, Mi Vida…” he said softly as you looked on the verge of tears, or possibly collapse.

There was a small cut on your cheek and upper arm, your knuckles looked black and blue and were caked with blood. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were red, you looked so scared and he wanted nothing more than to scoop you up and take you away.

But he was proud of you, you had taken out so many goons on your own, with your wits and strength, it filled him with a weird feeling...although he always knew you were strong, it made him sickened with grief and anger that you had to go through this.

That he hadn't been there to protect you.

“Who did this to you? Who took you?”

There was a voice and another and he could hear the scuffling of feet running away. He perked up, scoping out the area. He wanted to run after them, but what would he do with you? He couldn’t bear to leave you alone again or bring you into more danger.

You looked so tired, roughed up, but he still found you adorable and gorgeous. You were strong...even when that was his job. It made his heart swell even more for you. He took your hands into his, kissing your knuckles tenderly.

He then scooped you up into his arms, taking you with him to find your kidnappers. He wouldn’t let them get away...get away to hurt you again, take up space in your mind or his with worry. He didn’t want you in harm's way, but you’d be safer with him than away, that had been proven.

Bane quickly tracked down the room your kidnappers had run off to, the door was barricaded shut, and he could hear whispering inside. How predictable.

He set you down to the side, kissing your forehead before quickly taking a boot to the door, knocking it in instantly. He stalked into the room, taking up every inch of space. His demeanor was calm, but the veins in his neck bulged.

Your two kidnappers sat huddled in the corner, giggling, out of nerves or fear he couldn’t tell, and that irritated him more. How dare they treat your pain and suffering as a joke...as a game. Even if you had proved yourself, he wasn’t willing to gamble your life anymore.

For a man his size his speed was alarmingly swift, he grabbed the pair by their throats, bringing them to his face, “Cobarde, you come into my home, hurt Mi Amor, and have the gall to make jokes? I should end your life slowly and painfully. You should feel her pain, her suffering...but I am in no mood to waste my strength as she did in your game.”

You could hear sharp breaths, then a sickening crunch. Bane dropped the bodies to the floor and then came back to where you waited.

“I’m sorry for not protecting you, and I’m sorry for my actions now,” he kissed your forehead again, thumb on your cheek, “let us go. I look forward to your tale of bravery.”

Deathstroke/Slade Wilson:

Slade groaned, rolling over to pull you closer to him, he liked having you near. You calmed him, and he wasn’t around often, so he wanted to make up for his absence.

His arm roamed around, searching for you, but instead he felt your spot was warm...and wet?

He bolted upright, his arm covered in the all too familiar feeling of blood. He could suddenly smell smoke and there was no denying you were gone, “fuck!” Who could've gotten in here without his knowledge?

He ran for the door, slipping into a pair of boots next to the entrance, not bothering to put on a shirt, his pants would do, besides he had to get to you...that’s when he saw the note stapled to the door.

“A ransom letter? Cute,” he crumpled up the letter with his hand, as if that would be enough to relieve his anger.

He slung his favorite rifle and guns over his shoulders and into their holsters, then grabbed a knife and Kitana. You weren’t far according to the letter, but he wasn’t in the mood to play games with these punks.

It enraged him that he couldn’t wake up to your pretty face, spend time with you on his chest caressing your face. It irritated him how his instincts had failed him. Failed to sense you in danger and strangers in his home!

Slade grumbled as he made his way to you, anyone bothering to come up to him swiftly meeting the curb or wall, he would simply shoot them for their inconvenience, but he couldn’t be messy.

He came to the building, slinking around the back and up a fire escape. He looked down through the window, looking for you to be tied to a chair or hung up for him to see, but instead a small smirk graced his lips.

You stood in the middle of a ring of bodies strewn all over. It made him relieved that you didn’t look too hurt, but also proud.

He crashed down through the window, and you jumped a little bit, before turning instinctively with a gun raised...one of his. He smirked at the blood dotted along your cheeks and lips. Your poor knuckles and the hilt of the gun also covered, the blood doing little to hide the bruises forming.

He couldn’t deny he was slightly turned on, but he put a finger to the gun’s barrel, knowing no ammo was left (since you used the hilt as a hammer), pushing it away so he could look at you. You looked terrified, as if you didn’t know you were capable, or maybe couldn’t believe what you had just done.

“Hey Babydoll,” he practically purred, pulling you close to him by the waist, “who taught you to do all this?”

You didn’t answer, but he knew. He hugged you tightly to himself, rubbing circles on your back to try and calm your trembling form.

He was still mad, he was imagining what he would do to the bastard in charge, whoever took you, but he knew to stay calm for your sake.

“Hmm, Baby, let me take you home, clean you up. You did so good, but I can’t have you around for the finale,” He kissed the top of your head, a sick grin on his face.

You stood firmly, knowing the leader was watching you from nearby. Scared if he left you alone so soon, they would just come back. Slade understood, or maybe he was still awestruck by you, “Very well.”

You walked beside him as he stalked towards the corner, he knew the leader was hiding, from you or him, it was a little hard to tell.

Slade’s eyes seemed to gleam, and his teeth flashed a predatory grin as he ripped the door off the hinges, uncovering a cowering man. He smirked as the man looked between the two of you, inspecting the blood on you and the composed anger spreading across Slade’s demeanor. He had no weapon, or maybe he had dropped it.

Slade picked the man up by the neck, grinning as he grabbed his knife with the other, he growled into the man’s face, “you come into my home, you take my lady...bruise her up and traumatize her, and for what? To send a message? Try and get under my skin? Hurt her?!”

He tutted and the man squirmed and choked. Slade squeezed tighter with each syllable, bringing the knife to his chest and slicing down, “No one. Hurts. What’s mine. And gets away.”

The man shouted and you looked away quickly as Slade dropped the body to the ground. He turned to you and moved so suave for a man who's bare chest was now covered in blood. A man who had just murdered your kidnapper so easily.

He kissed the top of your head, his hand finding the small of your back to guide you outside, “Let’s go home, Doll.”

TwoFace:

Harvey exited the shower, pissed off that his goons had been making so much noise. What could they have possibly been doing? He already hated how the water felt on his bad side, and the fact he couldn’t relax paired with the noise...he wanted to shoot one of them and make a point.

But he had promised you a little movie night, and was excited to jump into bed with you and see what you had planned. Whatever they had done could wait until morning.

Harvey wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out into his large bedroom to find it absolutely wrecked...well more than it already had been from previous outbursts and its age.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, feeling sick to his stomach as he ran over to the bed.

Pillows were on the ground, feathers bursting from them and falling around the room like snow. There was wine staining the carpet while a tray of treats was strewn all over the bed. The TV and windows were smashed, the blankets crumpled all over, and DVD’s and Records were broken or sticking out of the walls.

There was no doubt this is what he had been hearing. But wouldn’t it have been louder? He didn’t have time to think about the legitimacies of the whole thing, you were gone! Your perfect night ruined...still a small black envelope caught his eye on a pile of white feathers.

He crumpled up the note, anger taking over him. TwoFace quickly dressed and grabbed his best guns, no need to ask the coin, for once he knew exactly what he wanted to do, but often when it came to you he didn’t feel compelled by the coin.

He made his way quickly to the abandoned warehouse you were in, looking for the nicest part, no doubt in an old office within it. He hoped you weren’t injured or at worst mangled, it would be his fault for being so negligent, and there was a part in his split brain that kept asking why he didn’t hear you or the room be trashed louder.

There were a few stray guards posted around that he quickly took care of, a smile of satisfaction on the corner of his lips as the barrels unloaded, but he still needed to find you before he could feel relief.

TwoFace could hear gunfire and shouting in a room towards the end of the hall. He came to a set of doors and kicked it open, finding sets of bodies laid around the small office. There he saw you turn a gun towards him while keeping another one raised toward the desk in the corner. You seemed to relax and finally breathe as you ran over to him almost collapsing.

He holstered his guns and took you into his arms, you looked exhausted, bruises on your arms and your knuckles were cracked from your fight.

“Doll what’s wrong? What happened, who took you?” he was angry, but Harvey’s hands on your face were gentle as he looked over your injuries, before the guns in your hands. “Are those my guns?”

You smiled softly, apologizing for the blood on them. But he could care less, at least in a way he was there to protect you. He’d get you cleaned up later, and the guns. He kissed your forehead, “my little sharpshooter.”

He then took his guns out again, nudging you to get behind him. You hadn’t been shot or killed yet and he wasn’t taking the risk as he moved over to the desk he assumed your kidnapper was hiding under.

He shot at the desk and then at the wall, his teeth gritted and voice pained, “come on out coward, so I can blow your brains out properly.”

“You’ve gone soft,” the man said standing up slowly, hands raised sheepishly, the tone in his voice sly but shaky, “she’s soft too. Say, why is she with a freak like you? Hmm?”

Had he planned to hold you as a ransom? What for? Did he not know what he would do?

You watched Harvey raise his gun with practiced precision, knowing his shot would kill. He wasn’t in the mood for games or talking. He was angry that you were kidnapped, he was angry at himself for his lack of awareness and care, and he was irritated anyone would use you as ransom and bait and not think there would be consequences.

He heard the man breathe, no doubt ready to make another sick remark about you. Harv’s teeth were gritted as he fired a single shot at the man, spraying his brains onto the wall behind him. But he couldn't stop, he unloaded the barrel of his first gun and then the second, shooting every spot this man had left bruises on you and ones he couldn’t see just yet.

Even when he’d challenged you, you’d kept baiting him, feigning your best deer in the headlight look, all wide-eyed and slack-jawed when he’d invaded your personal space, filling your nose with the scent of gunpowder and musk. Making your chest feel tight against your hammering heart as he’d sneered firmly, “Watch yourself.”  

“Make me.” You’d tried to mimic the underlying danger in his tone with little to no seriousness, a giggle escaping your curled lips as you fail to contain a defiant smile.

It’s had the desired effect. Slade shaking his head in amused disbelief before grabbing you harshly by the jaw. There’s no tenderness or adoration in the way he kisses you; his tongue is as sharp as his words, his teeth cut your lips, and a moan reverberates from his throat when you hiss in pain.

Super-soldier serum pumps deep within his veins; he could crush you beneath the beds of his fingers, but he couldn’t seem to care less; groping and kneading your soft flesh, stripping you, twisting and bending you to his will. Your cries fall on deaf ears.

You’ll be bruised tomorrow, broken even, your bones no more useful than gelatine. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

His cock is heavy, a sickening slap echoing in your ears as he strikes it against your ass. There’s no fanfare, no prep before he pushes the thick head between your lips. This isn’t about pleasure after all; this is penalisation for your bratty behaviour. Your walls part to accommodate him, a bittersweet sting spreading inside you with every inch, and you watch it through your reflection, not a care in the world for your pained face or arched back, fully entranced as you watch his cock slowly disappear inside you. All the while you croon, and groan, nails biting into the mattress until your knuckles start to pale.

“Stop whining like a bitch and take this cock.” He growls when you start squirming in time with your shrill breaths, his fingers tightening on the back of your neck as he leans in, allowing your legs a moment of reprieve, in exchange for his cock sinking even deeper into your core. You feel ridiculous, you look ridiculous—catching sight of your dazed eyes and swollen, drooling lips in the mirror, every bit a caricature of the needy, sex hungry, degenerate he already believes you to be. “This is what you wanted, right? You should be thanking me right now.”

The world needed cleaning, and you were willing to hold the garbage bag.

Unfortunately, you were biased when it came to Slade Wilson - were you really upholding the law when you were currently sucking a mercenary's cock into your mouth?

You couldn't answer that, not with that way your eyes were glossed over while Slade held your head in place, thrusting into your mouth with practiced, deep movements, "You're good, but you know that." Slade hummed, his one eye narrowed at you while he continued to move his hips and fuck your mouth carefully.

Precise as always, whether it was with a blade or making you gag just enough to make your throat tighten just the way he liked.

Your vision was a flushed haze of red and other hues from the heat in your body.

Drool covered your swollen lips, wrapped around Slade's dick like the erotic form of a candy wrapper while your tongue slurped and twisted around the tip, tracing veins as the man used your throat for his own pleasure.

He wasn't rushing you though, he was being rather careful. That was one thing you'd underestimated when you'd first met Slade.

That he'd do everything to hurt you for his own gain.

Yet that was one of the very few things Slade hadn't done. Physically hurt you.

Deep down in that twisted soul of yours, one used to violence and risking your life, coming home in pain with multiple contusions, bruises, and injuries from a rough night or a close to death experience - it bothered you.

Why wasn't he hurting you?

Sure, you didn't sign up for that in the relationship but the very fact that the man whose very job was to hurt people, wasn't hurting you? It was a huge irk.

Slade could see the crease in your brow; a habit you did when you were thinking deep, and of course he was only human..he was curious.

Disregarding his need to cum, he pulled his cock out of your wet mouth and watched the way saliva connected your pretty lips to the blushing head, "What's on your mind, hm?" He inquired.

You coughed a bit, more startled about the sudden emptiness in your mouth before your eyes narrowed softly, blinking back the threat of tears from having your throat opened like that.

"What? I'm not thinking about anything." You muttered, massaging the tent in your own sweatpants absentmindedly as Slade stared, "You know, you were never the best liar," He stroked your hair with an affection that made you melt and flare up all the same, "so tell me really, what is it?"

Hesitation danced over your countenance before you frowned, "Why're you so- gentle?" You sounded bitter when you said it, and though you felt bad, you knew Slade wasn't made of glass, "Do you think I'm weak or something? You're never rough, you just- you're too careful with me."

Slade took in your words, understanding seeming to flit over his own face, "Is that how you feel?"

You seemed reluctant all of a sudden at his question, scratching the back of your neck, "..I mean, yeah."

Silence lingered in the air while you two played an unsettling game of don't blink. You wondered if you'd turned the man above you off with your complaint - maybe you should've kept your mouth shut, maybe you-

"You should've said something earlier, I would've heeded to it." Slade interrupted your train of worrisome thoughts, standing up with his cock bobbing slightly and walking over to where his katanas rested against the wall.

Something akin to nervousness filled you when he reached for one, grasping the Tsuka of it and coming back to your knelt form.

He looked down at you as the tip of the blade grazed your jaw, "You want to feel something?" He started, "Because I assure you.." something dark seemed to settle right then and there in Slade's eye, "..I can make you feel something."

Your breath caught, eyes wide with anticipation.

Was he serious? The katana, would he-

"You gonna stab me?" You asked out of pure nervousness, and Slade couldn't help a snide smile, "..No. A simple graze was what I had in mind."

Again, that hesitation came right back to you. Graze you? Like draw blood? Sure, you could handle it..it was just grazing - you'd dealt with much worse before..considering you were a cop in Gotham City of all places to live Hell on earth in.

"Okay," You agreed, "I'm down."

Slade hummed, the absence of light in the room mixed with the city's nightlife glow outside highlighting every feature on Slade's naked body, carving every deep ab and the tone of his muscles perfectly, "Good. Stand then, and we can get to it."

Without a second, you stood and crawled over to the bed when Slade jutted his head towards it.

Another feeling accompanied your nervousness - excitement. Adrenaline from trying something dangerous yet so, so new. You wanted to feel something expecting, or merely..

You wanted to feel how dangerous the man you loved could become.

Settling onto your hands and knees, Slade came up behind you on his own knees, the katana in his hand. He analyzed you, trying to see what would be the best start to this.

Eventually, he pressed your upper back into the mattress so you could arch towards him, and he brought the tip of the blade between your shoulder blades, "Maybe I should carve my name right behind you, so everytime I have you..knelt like this and aching for me," He leaned into your ear as he began to slowly drag the blade, "I'll always know you belong to me."

A shaky grunt left with a wince as you felt the blade just barely slicing through your skin barrier, and a warm trickle was felt. Precision that no doubt was mastered over years, now tracing down your spine in an intimate display of harm.

The type of concoction of physical injury and love only Slade could give, and it made you sick with desire.

Slade watched the way the deep red of your blood slowly seeped down your back, and he leaned down to lick slowly up the fluid, a shiver and a surprised little moan leaving, "Slade-"

"Hm?" He hummed while he lapped slowly, going towards the plane of your neck before kissing behind your ear slowly.

Every word you'd had disappeared with the touch of his lips behind that spot, biting back a groan as your dick hardened impossibly - he knew every way to work you, no matter how minuscule it was.

Slade dragged his hand down your side, massaging with big hands before he palmed at your ass and squeezed the flesh there too, "Obedient." He said simply. before he grasped your waist with his arm and dragged the katana to slice gently at your waist, making you whimper, "Ah!"

"Shh," he hushed, "..just feel." He muttered, licking the edge of your ear as he drew calculate cuts along your body, each one giving you a sharp sensation that lasted long enough to feel good. It should've hurt, it should've hurt so bad; multiple stinging cuts all over your front that scattered from your hips to your collarbone.

Yet it brought you higher and higher to that cloud of endless bliss.

Slade knew you by now; your job wasn't for the soft of heart, you were tough and you could handle your own, and you weren't afraid to hurt yourself for what you needed to pursue.

It's why he'd chosen to love you - it's why he'd chipped a layer of his cold heart to allow you to warm it with love he shouldn't deserve.

Slade's cock dragged along your ass, nudging at the rim and making you stiffen. You weren't stupid, Slade was huge and you usually took a damn while to get adjusted to him. Slade hesitated, before he brought the flat slide of the katana to your lips, "Open."

You obeyed immediately, opening your mouth as Slade slid the blade in, "Good..now bite. And don't let it fall."

A nod was all you could manage as Slade slid a finger into your ass, twisting to hit that spot in you that had you jerking a bit, a little groan. He pumped it carefully, before a second one followed, both digits rubbing your sweet spot while stretching you open.

You were moaning softly around the blade, brows scrunched together before a third finger had your eyes widening, "Mff!"

"Relax, you know you can handle it." Slade stated firmly, working the three fingers and massaging at the spot that had you leaking pre-cum onto your guys' sheets.

After a minute, Slade pulled his fingers out and replaced it with the tip of his cock, "Don't choke." Was all he said as he began to push in, stretching you like nothing ever could. You whimpered, a pathetic sound from your likeliness but oh, you couldn't do anything else.

You desperately tried to keep your mouth clamped around the blade, teeth grazing the forged steel as Slade worked his way in, heavy breaths slowly becoming audible as the man used palpable effort to keep sane, "Tight..real fuckin' tight." He growled rawly, making you clench and elicit a loud groan from the man behind you, "Fuck."

It felt like eternity had passed when Slade had finally bottomed out, hitting your prostate with no form of struggle and making your back arch, the sting from the earlier breaking of skin on your spine making the experience all the more present to your brain.

Slade panted, having a moment to himself before he carefully grabbed the Tsuka of the katana, and took it out of your mouth, "Good..you did good," he praised gruffly, his eyes narrowed before he pulled back, and thrusted forward in a snap that made you cry out - an unnatural reaction, "Slade!"

"Calling my name like that isn't making this any slower." Slade stated, starting a pace that was slow enough to make you feel every single slam into your guts, your prostate being smashed effortlessly.

You couldn't sob now, you guys had just started.

Slade was silent, the katana resting on your back as he took in the way your hole, already becoming puffy and red, stretched around his thickness in a damn near pornographic way. "You're tiny," He started, his voice holding no form of sarcasm - but there was dark satisfaction, an arousal he couldn't deny, "compared to me, at least. You can barely even take my cock."

He thrusted in at that last sentence, hard and making you moan loudly, "Fuck!" Your voice cracked, before Slade began speeding up out of nowhere, "Take what you're given. You asked for it after all."

Every single thrust felt like he was splitting you open, the subtle changes in speed making you spiral out of control and quickly into a babbling, moaning mess with tears trying to come out.

"Oh! Shit, shit you're s-so..big!" You hoarsed, all shame absent in your body as Slade took you fiercely, keeping a controlled pace that was breaking you apart and making you into something you had never even dreamed of.

The way he seemed to push against your walls, your prostate practically throbbing with every spark against your nerves; it was ecstasy.

You were overwhelmed, and you were already feeling your cock throb and pulse with your impending orgasm, "Slade!! Fuck, fuck I can't take it!" You rasped with misty eyes, unaware that the tears had already fallen down your face, clinging to your lashes, "I'm gonna cum, please- please! S'too soon!!"

Really, you were trying to save face, but Slade only chuckled, "No, no. You ask, I gave. Now fucking take it," his hand not holding the katana raised, and in a quick motion he made a cut, his own blood, an almost black shade, began to leak down his palm.

The sting was non-existent, especially not when he moved the cut hand to your mouth, clapping it closed, "Look at how beautiful you are when you bleed. You were made for it." He encouraged lowly, hearing your moans of pleasure and soft cries had him rushing to his own orgasm.

The blood on Slade's palm had your brain melting - the urge to taste, the smell. What the fuck was wrong with you?

Yet, Slade's raspy voice cut through before you could even begin to conjure up an answer, "Taste it. Do it- taste the blood of the man who kills. The corrupt blood of a killer who does it all for you." He slammed into you as hard as he could with that, making you sob out and scream against his hand, a muffled sound.

The katana was forgotten on the bed Slade's other hand raised to grasp your hips, pushing you back onto his cock. You were dizzy and seeing triple, but you opened your mouth to let the ichor flow onto your tongue, and you moaned shakily. The iron taste filled you, flooding your every waking sense before you were cumming hard with your eyes rolling back, crying out and clenching tight around Slade's length.

Thick, white ropes ruined the sheets as Slade followed right after with an animalistic groan, filling you and panting harshly.

You both collapsed onto the bed, staining with drops of blood and your cum, the two of you opting to not move. Boneless, you were damn boneless - that had been the best orgasm of your fucking life.

Blood was smeared like lip tint on your swollen lips, and Slade's bloodied palm moved to ruffle your hair, "..Now go to bed." He gruffed out.

*

kinktober list , requests here , masterlist , intro ( navigation )

    Slade Wilson....

Who fucks you better than anyone else you've ever been with. His cock is thick and long, hitting every sensitive inch inside of you as he holds you down by your hips, keeping you stuck in place. His body so much bigger than yours, so much stronger, as he looms over you. He laughs meanly as you squirm and gasp, as your fists clench in the sheets and your hips buck in his grasp, like you're trying to get him deeper. "Greedy little thing," He'd murmur, gripping your hips harder. Hard enough to leave bruises you'd admire for days. He'd make sure he was the only man you'd think about after this, he always did. He'd fuck you till your legs are jelly, till every inch of you aches in the best sort of way. Until the only thought left in your head is him and how fucking good he makes you feel.

Slade Wilson...

Who thinks it's pathetically adorable when you shyly mention something new you want to try. Who slips a collar around your neck like it fucking belongs there. Who attaches a leash like it's second nature and bends you over the bed, using the leash as leverage to make your back arch, to make you keep your head up as he fucks you from behind. He fucks you through not one and not two, but three orgasms before he even comes once, the collar tight around your throat and his grip on the leash never faltering. He leans over you, lips pressing a rough kiss just above the collar where it digs into your throat and says, "Should have put one of these on you a long fuckin' time ago."

Slade Wilson...

Who fucks you anywhere he pleases. Against the shower wall when he slips into your shower without waiting for permission (you'd never dream of telling him no). Your legs around his waist as he holds you up like you weigh nothing as his cock fucks up into you under the spray of the hot water. In the kitchen, bent over the counter. His fingers fucking into your soaked cunt inside your cute little shorts while his chest presses against your back, keeping you in place. Thumb circling your clit every so often, just to listen to you whimper. In the dressing room of that store you like to shop at, when you didn't even know he'd been following you (he likes to follow you sometimes, just to watch you during your day). His hand over your mouth as his cock presses into your cunt, that cute little dress you were trying on bunched up around your hips as he breathes out, "Better not make a mess before you even buy that dress, sweetheart." (He buys you the dress, despite your attempts to tell him not to after).

Slade Wilson...

Who isn't that loud in bed when it comes to moaning, he's more of a grunter if anything, but who talks you through it every time. Smirking down at you as he eases his cock down your throat, his thumb stroking along your stretched out mouth as he says, "There you go. Don't you look so pretty when you put that mouth to better use?". One hand stroking through your hair a few times before he grips it tightly, guiding your mouth onto his cock, over and over, and breathes out, "That's it. Just like that. Take every inch, sweet thing; I know you can. My perfect little slut." Who listens to you moan and gasp as you ride his cock, his hands roaming over your skin, palming your tits and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you whine as he grins, "Come on, you can ride cock better than that. Didn't I teach you how to do this?" and the words are followed by a sharp slap to your ass. Who doesn't stop fucking you even when you're exhausted and over sensitive, who speaks into your ear as you cling to him while he chases after his own pleasure after wringing yours out of you again and again, "Be good and let me use you, sweetheart. Just like that. Doesn't it feel so good to let me use you? Feel good being my perfect little toy, all fucked out and sensitive and still letting me fuck you?"

Slade Wilson...

Who's strangely good at aftercare, even if he's not the emotional and soft type. Who cleans you up with a warm washcloth. He already has water and a snack ready for you, pushing them into your still shaking hands once he deems you clean enough. He brushes out your messy hair. He looks you over, running his hands over every bruise and mark. He smirks when you wince, but only because he's sure nothing actually really hurts. He slips under the blankets with you and tugs you against him, uncaring what you do now. Not that you can do much, trapped in his embrace and exhausted like you are. There are no soft words or assurances that you did well. You're here aren't you, and so is he, so clearly you did something right. No, he just presses a rough kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder before falling asleep, already thinking about how he'll have you next.