#slade x reader

“That’s fucked up even by my standards,” came the unhelpful sentence from your husband’s mouth.

“Did I ask? No. Help me gut this thing.”

“If I had a dollar . . .”

“Slade, I swear to god.”

He turned an incredulous eye to look at you. “Oh. I’m sorry. Am I the one who decided it would be a great idea to stick a brick of C4 inside a jack-o’-lantern?”

“It’s a good idea and you know it.”

“Who in their right mind takes one of these things inside? This isn’t going to work!”

Later, when the target’s house was leveled from the inside out just as the contract stipulated, you just turned and stuck your tongue out at him.

Fuck, you even worked with the god Damn justice league of all people. Everything had seemed to finally be good in your life

But even with that there was always doubt in the back of your mind

You could do better, sure you were a good hero but not a great one despite how much people tried to convince you of it

You could’ve done more to save others, your powers would never be good enough to be compared to the others no matter how much your worked

You felt inadequate in your own skin, in your own suit, with your powers

In some ways you felt stupid for feeling that way, Batman and Green arrow didn’t have powers and they were just fine

But it just kept simmering and simmering for you until a breaking point

You tried making a machine to help enhance your abilities, it was meant to push them to the next level as to make you more effective

To finally get rid of that stupid voice in the back of your mind

But it backfired badly, really badly

It ended up getting rid of your powers all together and nearly killed you in the process

You were powerless again, like you’d felt all your life until you became a hero

You were useless now

At best you’d maybe be put on tech support but why would they do that when they have someone like cyborg or Batman with his gadgets

So you left

You left your half vaporized and shredded uniform and gave up on being a hero until you’d be able to create a cure

Luckily no one knew your identity nor did you know theirs so you migrated into base where you began developing equipment

It went on like this for about a year until you needed money and you decided to sell some weapons

And Bane ended up buying from you

You justified it at first, that you’d make up for it when you got your powers back

But eventually it felt good…really good

And then you began selling to other villains and saw the demand they had for your schematics and machines

You felt powerful again, infact you felt more powerful than you did with your powers

And that’s where you realized that you don’t need powers to have power

All you needed was to create a supply and demand plus build partnerships with other certain people

And you were golden

As mentioned earlier Bane is your first buyer of all people

And thus the first to gain feelings for you

It’s a slow thing at first as it is for the other villains as well

What hooks his attention is your intelligence which is sadly a hard trait to find in the underworld

Your smart like him, frighteningly so

You create intricately made schematics and beautifully crafted machinery that helps enhance his venom

You even make the containers and tubes hooked up to him more durable

He likes that he can hold a conversation with you and can talk deeply about subjects which interest both him and you

For instance the topic of power

You respect him quite a bit, especially when learning of his childhood

And the respect is also mutual from him as well since he knows there more to you than meets the eye

Your a mystery to everyone, one that’s carefully crafted and sculpted from shadows and vague rumours

One in which he finds himself enraptured in as he begins to become more and more interested in you on a personal level

At some point while you adjust your new enhancements on him the talks become personal

And he finds himself leaning into your precise touch

And shit

Well he didn’t intend to end up this way but he can’t say that the feeling of his heart racing isn’t nice

It’s at this point when he realizes his feelings that he makes subtle moves

Like he pays a bit more than what was asked for, always writing it off as a tip for you excellent work

Giving you pet names in Spanish that have certain connotations

Hell, he even promises you protection should you need it along with promising that if you got into trouble he’d bail you out by force

The poor man is dropping hints faster than flies dropping from the sky due to a chemical leak

But you don’t catch on due to you thinking no one would actually like you other than in a business partnership way due to your still lingering insecurities

But dear god he’s getting real fed up with how you aren’t catching on at all

For as smart as you are, your kinda oblivious to everyone’s advances

Like he’s been calling you nicknames in Spanish with romantic connotations and you don’t bat an eye at it even though he knows you know Spanish?!!?

Don’t be surprised next you come over and see an indent in the wall from him bashing his head against it in fucking frustration

Though he presumes that also is something he enjoys with you, how despite your intelligence your still a emotionally stoic genius

He 100% uses the fact he bought from you first and knew you the longest to all the others after your cold unbeating heart

He really likes stirring the pot especially when seeing how pissed off he can make others

Oh it’s so fun to toy with them until they break

And he intends to do that until he’s the last one in this race standing though unfortunately that will be hard for him to do considering everyone else is just as invested in it

Slade is another bunch of your clients that buys your weapons quite frequently

He likes your work along with the fact that your punctual

Your never late nor do you waste time on bullshit to get to the point of the conversation

After spending a long time with people skirting around details and dilly dallying he finds it nice

Your just to the point and you don’t disguise your motives

Along with that your prices are fair and your weapons are worth it

You meet in secluded places with him, handing him over the weapons safely stored in a bag as he transfers the money to you

It’s during one of these meets though that it’s interrupted by some random thugs

Before he can even point blank shoot them you just take out the weapon from its case and takes care of them

Just blam

While he’s standing there thinking about how attractive that was lol

“We’ll I guess we can consider that a weapon test if your still interested in buying”

Yeah…seeing you absolutely decimate some poor fools with you own weapon, lab coat fluttering in the wind really hits something in him

And gets worse as times goes on and those private meets spaces end up eventually taking place in his apartment where he offers coffee (that you desperately need)

Slade goes through like 7 stages of denial and then accepts it one day as he realizes that others are after you too

It kinda gets worse when Rose ended up there once while you were advertising some new sniper scope and you suddenly go from stoic and emotionless to gently patching her up

And while he has a strained relationship with her at best he still cares for her more than he’d like to admit

And seeing that you care for kids and took to patching her wounds with care and a certain gentleness in your voice just kinda hits him hard and hrrnnnnjajajajajsjn

(👆🏻his brain)

He gets really competitive with everyone else cause when he has his sights set on something/someone he ain’t letting down easily

Meanwhile Rose is just watching from the sidelines. Like she may dislike her dad heavily but after the few encounters she’s had with you she likes you

So she’s kinda silently hoping that something good comes out of this

Either way she gets to watch him get stressed from half your clientele feeling the same way he does lol

At one point he legit asks you out on a date and you misinterpret that as “a work date where you can tell me of your newest items on the market”

Safe to say he’s a bit salty after that especially when he’s now been roped into buying a new rifle (though he does admit he needed a new one anyways)

What makes it worse is that he swears your flirting with him sometimes? Or at least you sound like your flirting with how you phrase shit and the tone of voice you use

Maybe he’s looking too much into your words but why must you say such hot evil shit

Plus your damn lab coat and black turtleneck combo is so fine

You don’t even know the hold you have on this man lol

Has 100% offered to give you a discount for any of his services should you need it

Like taking out competition but you just say you want to crush them via taking all their buyers yourself and watch them get panicky

by god he respects that sentiment and you get a good hardy chuckle out of him

While Harley and Ivy are a bit more relaxed than they were before their relationship that still doesn’t mean they don’t want to check out your stock especially since you also make stuff for plants

And of course ivy eats that up and Harley eats it up as well since it makes Ivy super happy

As they say happy wife girlfriend happy life

But as they casually shop from you Harley and Ivy begin to find your company quite fun!

You kinda begin to act as a counterbalance to Harley’s wild ideas and Ivy’s more controlled ones

You Find a middle ground for both of them in most situations and inventions made specifically for them

It’s then that they begin inviting you to their apartment, a place where you unwind a bit from the stress of everything

You’ve spent many a nights planning and building and selling so it’s nice to just relax and watch a movie with them

To watch a schlocky horror film sandwiched between the two women as you hold a popcorn bowl in your lap

Hyenas curled near your feet

Unsurprisingly they both kinda start catching feelings and both are much more in-tuned with their emotions than most other suitors and catch on quick that they got feelings

Now the thing about them as well is that both communicate with one another and when they both realize that the feeling is mutual they both decide might as well

These bi queens are working together on this but you ignore the signs cause a) their in a relationship with one another they couldn’t possibly like me and b) their just really affectionate with me cause I’m their friend

Honestly instead of frustrating them it just makes Harley laugh cause like “Puddin your smart but not that smart”

Both of them bond with you over the fact that they’ve also got high educations themselves!. Ivy in particular cause she give good tips on how to make your machines eco friendly

Listen you may be a criminal with morally grey sense of ethics but your not a complete asshole

Harley shows her interest through affection so be prepared for a lot of hugs, hand holding and even some kisses on the cheek if your comfortable with it

Giving you cheek kisses is hilarious to her cause how the fuck are you not catching on and it also pisses off the boys

She also LOVES nicknames. Once she’s friends with you she ain’t ever calling you by your name again, it’s just nicknames galore from then on out

As a sign of trust she actually asks you to look after bud and Lou (her hyenas) when she and ivy go away for whatever reason

At this point the two are big puppies around you and you have a soft spot for the two balls of spotted fur

At some point Harley kinda subconsciously psycho analyzes you just out of habit

And by doing that she kinda figured out that your inability to see all the hints thrown your way by several people stems from some insecurities

She’s not certain what caused said insecurities but she gets the sense that due to something in the past you can’t see others perceiving yourself as anything other than an ally or a necessity

You enjoy the feeling of being relied on and the power that comes with being in such a position but can’t distinguish and justify when others seek more than just what you offer resource wise

…she may be reading more inbetween the lines but it kinda worries her a lot

Especially since she doesn’t know what might’ve caused you to think of yourself in such a way

But she keeps that to herself and Ivy, instead focusing on doing her best to make you happy and help you catch a hint

Ivy on the other hand shows affection Via gift giving and words of affirmation

She gifts you small plants and succulents that you now keep in your lab, properly watered and cared for

They also serve as a subconscious sign for your to look after yourself as well

They stand out well against the cold purple tinted steel, vibrant green’s brining in a sense of life to the place

Your base up until that point had always been…lifeless. Nothing personalized there but with Ivy’s gifts they help give the place something that had been missing

Along with plants she also gifts a lot of skin care and general health goods as an extra little thing

She also compliments you a lot, saying how great you look and how great your inventions are

She really enjoys when she can see the smallest bit of pride swell up in your eyes as you thank her

Both find it hilarious when you say or do something vaguely flirty but don’t realize it until they say and you get all flustered

They also say “no it’s ok, in fact say more” and you take it as a joke not knowing their 100% serious

Harvey and Two-face once bought from you and had intended to have it as a one time thing but once meeting up with you had decided to change their mind via coin flip

What had gotten both their attentions was the sense of duality that they saw in you

More so how they got the sense you weren’t like this once upon a time but something in you changed

Just like Harvey

So they continue to buy from you, trying to kinda figure you out while also enjoying the supplies you sell

You treat them as their own separate entities, not thinking of one as the “good” side nor one as the “bad” side

Harvey himself engages and enjoys the activities egged on by Two-face, releasing his self control to not act on his every thought

The only thing with Harvey is that he feels the guilt afterwards and still sometimes prefers to work stuff out somewhat civilly if the situation calls for it

He likes you can see the difference, that he isn’t designated as “good” like most do with him

You talk with him about law, but more specifically the best legal loopholes he knows of which makes him laugh

It’s honestly been a long while since someone talked to him, to Harvey

You don’t bring up what happened to him as to not be insensitive but you do ask him about his favourite cases he’s worked on

Ones that specifically caught his eye or had the most batshit (pun intended) insane stuff that happened in it

His favourite one he told you was the one involving the theft of a car which somehow ended up turning into something completely ridiculous and somehow had a circus involved

Your laugh makes something bubble up in him, genuine joy from feeling seen along with making you smile despite the bags he’s sees under your eyes

You remind him of himself in more ways than one in both good and bad. Something that makes him worry

Back in his collage days he obsessively worked, studied and if it weren’t for Bruce he’d likely never actually socialize with anyone much

And he sees that with how your obsessed with your craft but also the fact you seem to be trying to prove yourself to someone (though he guesses that someone is yourself)

He’s always been a good judge of character, being district attorney does that to you along with being able to see through people

And he sees some deep rooted issues

You try, and try and your confident in your abilities but you keep pushing yourself. Like an eternal hunger, one which he felt once before as he tried to do better, to take on as many cases as possible to help more and more people

Wait why does he care so much….oh shi-

Yeah so he kinda blanks once he realizes this, full on fucking blue screen as your talking one day and then Two-face takes over absolutely cackling at Harvey finally fucking realizing what he’s know for like an entire month now

Two-face on the other hand knows what he wants and once he realizes that’s you he’s already buckled into this roller coaster and ain’t prepared to leave midway through

He digs deep into getting to know you, what makes you tick and trying to see the sides in which you try to bury away

You somewhat open up after some prying from him, what can he say? He’s good with words

Especially since Harvey knew how to butter people up good

You mention a bit about childhood, having nothing and not having control of your life, not having and power over it.

And then you had it and things were great. But the the doubt began to set in, you felt inferior to everyone else and in trying to get to their level you lost everything

You can deprive someone of something like good food and they wouldn’t crave it until they got a taste of it. And once they do they can’t go back to the shit they are before

Which is what had happened to you

But now your role here has given you back that again, that control and security which you now need more than anything

For who are we all if not creature that crave more

Well uh that was a lot but he can’t say he’s surprised much

Both of them really like your confidence, but Two-face especially finds it to be fun

Seeing you quite literally strut past his goons and place down your briefcase on his desk is really a sight he finds amusing

He also finds himself surprisingly soft when you do not fear staring at his “half” of Harvey. You don’t flinch at the slight of charred and burned skin nor the slight hint of burnt flesh that lingers

you don’t even seem to hesitate shaking his hand, something most would shy away from doing

It feels nice just being treated like he isn’t Frankenstein’s monster, a creation that should’ve been destroyed rather than created

Unlike the others I see both Harvey and Two-Face not really being big on making their feelings for you known

They’d bother rather stay on the sidelines as others squabble as they use that time to get closer

In that sense their much more subtle with their shared approach

But both of them have their own ways of expressing interest.

For Harvey’s his is more traditionally Romantic gestures, something he kinda picked up on from Bruce’s many endeavours and stories of how he charmed yet another woman

He writes you notes, formal yet genuine sentiment leaking into every word written on old yellowed paper

Perhaps even some gifts of Designer pieces of clothing he’d thought you’d like

Excusing it as “it didn’t fit us” or “just thought you’d like it”

He honestly gets a bit finicky when gifting these to you and whatever confidence he had slips away like sand between his fingertips

It only gets worse when you smile and accept it from him

Two-face on the other hand is more practical in his affection

Straight on telling you to your face that your attractive in both personality and looks

And supplying you with imports of supplies you need

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Placing his empty champagne flute on the bar, Slade released a heavy sigh and made his way through the throes of people who were laughing and dancing wildly. Alcohol fueling their movements.

The atmosphere was sticky, the heat wrapping tightly around his large frame. He could feel the sweat running down his spine under the white linen shirt. Thankfully, it was hidden by his charcoal suit jacket which did nothing to ease the warmth radiating through his body.

Slade had been watching his mark all night, waiting for the perfect opportunity but none had arisen. It appeared his target was smarter than he’d been given credit for…unfortunately. Slade would have to try again tomorrow, hopefully Mr. White would slip up on the way to his cartel meeting.

Brushing past a group of well dressed men, Slade stepped out into the clear Havana night. A light breeze rustled his jacket, it would have been welcomed but it was as humid as the air around him. He grunted and dug his hand into his inside jacket pocket, pulling out a Cuban cigar. The rich smell drifted up his nostrils instantly.

Resting against the railings of the port, Slade lit the cigar easily with a match. Flinging the burnt out material into a nearby bin. Taking a deep puff, Slade breathed out thick plumes of smoke before looking up towards the sky. Inky black dotted with thousands of glimmering stars. He knew you’d have liked it here. You liked the heat almost as much you liked dancing.

Slade had wanted to bring you, he liked having you at his side during these missions. Especially if he got to eye you all night in one of your silky evening dresses with your towering heels. But you’d been called away yourself for business, so he’d had to come alone and you were over 3,000 miles away.

Turning his back to the port, he watched the venue he’d just left. The magnificent stone building looked majestic illuminated by the amber street lighting. Mr. White, his target, stumbled out of the front doors, two blondes on either arm followed by three bodyguards. Slade huffed. He’d definitely have to track him down tomorrow.

Calling it a night, Slade strode through the narrow cobbled streets back towards his hotel. If he was lucky, he might be able to catch you for a phone call before he had to rest.

When he made his way through the hotel doors, the night Porter nodded at Slade, “Buenas noches señor”.

Slade returned the gesture easily, giving him a lazy smile, “Muchas gracias”. He slipped his room key from the back of his pocket and headed towards the shiny elevator at the back. 

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Finally back in the lavish room, Slade slipped his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and slung it over the back of the armchair in the corner. He twisted his neck side to side, hearing a satisfying click each time.

Collecting his phone from the bedside table, Slade lazily scrolled through the contacts, clicking on your name. He had to fight the tweaking corners of his lips when he saw a photo of you appear on his screen which you’d set as your profile photo. Upon hearing the brash ringing tone, he turned it to speakerphone, waiting for you to answer and started to pour himself a large whiskey. A real drink.

Slade heard the line cut and your sweet, saccharine voice drifting into his hotel room.

“Hola Señor Wilson”.

Slade felt his stomach twist in pleasure at the way your voice carried the soft Spanish tones. He swallowed thickly, dropping a slice of lemon peel into his glass.

“Kitten”.

You laughed, the sound breathy and light. If Slade was a betting man, he’d have guessed you’d had a few glasses of rosé in the bath.

“How’s it going?”, you hummed and Slade heard rustling at your side of the call. He picked up his burning cigar from the ashtray on the coffee table and took a deep drag, letting the release of smoke spiral around him.

“It’s too hot”, Slade complained, drinking a liberal portion of his whiskey.

“Well it is the middle of summer, what were you expecting…”, your voice sounded distant for a moment before becoming louder again, “…It’s Cuba”.

Slade grimaced and grunted in distaste as he looked around the empty room, he really wished you’d been able to come with him.

“I had to wear a suit to the party and I nearly suffocated”, he took another drag of his Cuban cigar, sighing audibly down the phone, “Who has a black tie event in this kind of weather?”.

You chuckled again, Slade could almost picture you rolling your eyes at his grumpy demeanour. He could also imagine how you’d improve his mood, running your soft palms over the plains of his chest.

“You know what else is hot?”, your voice had a hidden note to it, sending his suspicious mind into overdrive.

Slade grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle, carrying it across to his bed and poured himself another drink, “And what’s that?”.

His phone pinged and he moved across the bed, wondering who was even texting him at this time. The only person who ever texted him…was you. Slade saw the message was from you and frowned. Why would you bother to text him whilst you were talking?

He pressed open and felt his mouth dry instantly at the image in front of him. You were splayed out on a king sized hotel bed, decorated in intricate scarlet red, lace lingerie. Your lips were painted a deep rouge and parted perfectly, almost as though you were sighing in pleasure. Your hair, which he enjoyed fisting in his palm as he drove into you from behind, fell down your face in loose curls.

Slade cleared his throat loudly, “Kitten…”, the front of his trousers started to constrict as the blood ran south.

You grinned happily, hearing the reaction you’d been hoping for, “They were on sale…do you like them?”.

Taking another look at the photo, Slade felt his tongue run over his lips in anticipation. The straps criss crossed over your cleavage, highlighting it. A silver gem hung down from the centre, resting against your stomach. It matched well with the crystal adorning your navel piercing. The matching thong hung high on your hips, showcasing your curves exquisitely.

“Are you seriously asking me that?”, Slade’s husky growl vibrated down the phone line and made your core clench with excitement.

“Well of course I’m asking you”, you smirked, twirling a strand of hair around your finger as you spoke, “Unless you want me to send that photo to some of your associates?”.

“Don’t you fucking dare”, Slade’s possessive tone made your skin ripple with delight.

You barely contained the mewl that left your lips, expressing your desire to Slade. You shuffled on the bed and scraped your nails along the back of your neck, “Of course not, Sir”.

The pleased rumble resonated deep in his throat and he sat upright on the bed. With his free hand, he ran it over his chin, the bristle of his beard scratching his fingertips, “Kitten, I can’t believe you chose to wear them now…when I’m 3,000 miles away”.

“I'm trying them on”.

The mischievous tone made Slade sink his teeth into his bottom lip. God how he wanted to drag them over your flesh, marking you as his. Hot blood roared through his veins at the thoughts, frustration souring it as he couldn’t touch you. He hated but loved the way you teased him.

“There's one with a matching collar by the way”.

Slade cursed loudly before downing the rest of his whiskey; the burn of the liquor did nothing to ease the carnal fire within.

“That doesn't answer my question”.

You snorted, “Well I knew you'd be bored with your champagne dinner party so thought I’d help you out”, you hummed and rustled on the other end of the phone, “Do you think this one would look good with stockings?”.

You sent another photo to Slade’s phone, hearing it vibrate across the wooden surface. You sucked in a sharp breath waiting to hear his reaction to the sheer black stockings now covering your legs. The stiletto heels made your calves look more shapely as you curved them for the photo. Tiny red bows decorated the lace hems of the stockings.

Slade cleared his throat loudly, “Are you trying to kill me?”.

“Maybe”.

“Do you want to be punished when I get home?”, Slade growled, staring at the second photo of you. He pictured himself pushing that lace thong to the side before driving deep into your pussy. Hearing you sob his name in ecstasy.

Purring his name huskily, you dropped back into the pillows, “Mmmm, it’s like you read my mind”.

“Show me the one with the collar”, he demanded darkly, ripping his tie off in one swift motion. He flung it to the floor and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. The stifling heat strangling him along with your tempting photos.

You shuffled on the bed, leaning down into the second lingerie box. The tissue paper rustled down the phone as you dug out the black satin set adorned with golden lattice chains. You heard the distinct rattle of ice cubes over the phone as Slade drained the last of his drink. You realised he must be getting impatient.

“It's weird for you to ask me to put more clothes on”, you peeled the lace set off your skin slowly, moaning quietly as you dragged the satin fabric over your body. You pictured Slade’s calloused hands helping you out of them, palming your skin as he went.

Slade scoffed, “I can tear it to pieces when I’m back if you’d prefer?”.

You hummed appreciatively, the thought running wild in your imagination, “As long as you’re ripping it off me…do you promise, Sir?”.

“Don’t keep me waiting, kitten”, he growled, looking at his phone expectantly. You were definitely doing this on purpose. Drawing it out to drive him insane. 

Looking over the black satin lingerie in the floor length mirror, you smirked. The golden chains hung across your chest and dipped down over your stomach. The same style chains trimmed the tops of your panties, skimming your thighs delicately. Your fingertips brushed the collar around your neck. Black, sleek velvet with a golden ‘S’ in the middle. You snapped several photos, sending them across to Slade.

“What do you think?”.

Sliding through the photos, Slade felt the front of his suit trousers become tighter. He groaned thickly down the phone and cursed, “Fuck—you look…stunning…”, he unclasped the front of his belt, loosening the material over his cock. He palmed himself gingerly, closing his eyes, wishing it was your dainty hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft.

“Would you like to know what I'd do with you? If I was there…”.

You settled back on the bed and traced your nails down the front of your chest, eyes closing as you listened to his dark, baritone voice. The husky syllables making the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten deliciously, “Please Sir…”.

“I’d take my time with you…”, he laughed mercilessly, “You didn’t think you’d get away with teasing me, did you kitten?”.

You whimpered, your hands following where you thought he’d touch first. Faint traces over the choker around your neck before dancing along your collarbone.

Slade paused to unbutton the rest of his shirt, discarding it quickly onto the floor, the cool aircon tickling his flesh.

“I’d run my hands over your tits…making sure to brush your nipples with my thumbs…then down over your stomach, along your thighs…”, he cursed again as he teased his cock through the fabric of his boxers, “I know how they quiver when I get close to your pretty little pussy…”.

“You're gonna let me wrap them around your head right?”, your fingers dipped into the cups of your bra, toying with your nipples, sparks of desire shooting through your nerves.

“You think you’ve been good enough for that?”.

Your body shuddered at his tone, a quiet moan leaving your plush lips.

“Hmm? Teasing me…when you know I’m on important work…I don’t think you deserve my tongue, kitten”, Slade grunted as he freed his cock from his boxers. You heard the slap of skin against his stomach, followed by a deep sigh as he wrapped his hand around it. He stroked it leisurely, his breathing speeding up considerably.

“Please”, you gasped, rolling your nipples between your fingers before trailing them down your stomach, teasing just above the waistband of your panties.

Slade squeezed his length, twisting his hand as he reached the head of his cock. Precum leaked out and he spread it over the tip with his thumb, “No…you're gonna make it up to me and just take what I give you—understood?”.

You slipped your fingers down into your panties, finding your swollen clit instantly. You circled it slowly, spreading your slick over it, making sure Slade heard your purrs of pleasure, “Y-yes Sir”.

“Fuck”, Slade cursed loudly, fisting his cock faster as he listened to your desire soaked mewls.

“What would you want me to do?”, you gasped as your fingers dip into your core, wet heat tight around your slim digits. You whined in frustration. They didn’t feel as thick as Slade’s. They didn’t stretch you nearly enough, not how you liked it.

Slade took another glance at the photo you’d sent him, focusing on your full, pouting lips.

“I’d want you on your knees, worshipping my cock”.

A flush washed over your body as you drove your fingers faster, brushing up against your g spot. Your voice dripped with lust, “Are you going to make me choke on it?”.

“Yes…”, he growled deeply, sliding his hand faster along his length, “I’d make sure you were gagging on my thick cock—it’s exactly what you deserve”.

You murmured his name in that soft, breathy voice he loved so much. The pace of your fingers sped up, whimpering when you felt your walls fluttering, “You—you know I love it when you fuck my mouth”.

Slade slowed his strokes and looked down, his shaft oozing with precum, “I do…I love seeing your lips wrapped around me”.

“Slade…”.

He grabbed his phone, taking several photos before sending them across to you, hearing your phone ping, “Can you see that kitten? That’s what you do to me”, his hips thrust up into his fist, “Fuck—”.

You moaned loudly when you saw the images of his throbbing cock on your phone, the heat coursing through your veins. Precum leaked from the tip on one of them, making you purr, wishing you were with him.

“W-what else are you going to do to me?”, you murmured, wondering if Slade could hear the wet slick of your fingers as you pumped them into your pussy faster.

“Is swallowing my cock not enough for you?”, you could hear the egotistical smirk tweaking the corner of his lips over the phone and you felt the fire flare in the pit of your stomach.

Whining desperately your fingers pushed further into your pussy feeling your desire costing them, “I—I always want more Sir”.

“So desperate for me aren’t you?”, he growled, wrapping his fist around his cock tighter, your voice driving him wild “Well, as much as I love the feel of your mouth kitten, you know how badly I’d want you stretched around my cock”.

Fuck. You muffled your moans into the pillow as you flicked your fingers over your swollen clit. The image of his large, thick shaft splitting you filled your vision. That burning stretch he gave you every time.

Slade laughed darkly hearing your reaction, “I’d sit you on top of me, watching as you slowly sink down…every goddamn inch”. He gripped his length stroking it harder, wishing it was your velvet walls casing it.

You sobbed in pleasure, “Y-yes Sir…I love riding your cock”.

“Oh kitten”, that voice, you’d heard it before on the field, that condescending tone that often meant he was about to outsmart whoever was in front of him, “You wouldn’t be riding it yet, I’d just have you keeping it warm for me. You still don’t deserve to cum yet”.

You could hear the soft papping over the phone, Slade fisting his cock fast at the thought of you warming his cock. You whimpered and begged him, “Please…”.

Slade threw his head back into the pillow and swore loudly, “No”, he grunted, feeling his length pulsing against his rough palm, “You’ll do as you’re told…sit on my cock and be a good girl for once, take what you’re given”.

“Please!! I need you to fuck me Slade…”, you purred in delight when your fingers brushed that sensitive spot inside your core, “I want to feel your thick cock pounding into me…”. You brought your free hand up to your breast and pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp out.

“You’re so desperate for me, I’d be able to feel your pussy squeezing me, aching for more”.

Your voice dripped with lust, the dark teasing tone lingered heavy on your tongue, “Of course I’m desperate for you, you always make me feel so good Sir…”.

“I’d thrust up a few times, slowly…you’d feel me throbbing inside your tight little cunt”, there was a hidden bite to his voice, a strain pulling at the deep chords.

You had to slow the speed of your fingers down, feeling the familiar tidal wave ready to wash over your body, “Slade, please—fuck, I need to cum…”.

“No—not yet”, his commanding tone carried down the phone making your body shiver with need.

The burning desperation scorched through you, your walls spasmed, needing to climax. You were so close but Slade wouldn’t let you. You growled low, “Fuck me Slade—before you hear me cumming down the phone without you”.

“Kitten—”.

“Slade please”, you sobbed, cutting over him to avoid any further punishment, “Please—I need you…I need you so badly”.

“I’d dig my fingers into your hips when I finally drove up hard, I’d bounce you up and down on my cock over and over…you’d be feeling me for days”, Slade’s voice broke towards the end as he strangled his cock, feeling it throb wildly.

“Fuck!”, you moaned louder feeling your climax bubbling. 

Slade pictured you with your fingers as deep as possible inside your cunt, trying to create that thickness only he gave you. He groaned huskily, “That’s it kitten—fuck—you’d be soaked, dripping down my cock”.

“Oh!! Y-yes!”, your voice shattered as you fell into an intense orgasm, your walls clenched and your thighs shook hard, “Fuck—Slade! Oh god!”. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip as you came.

“God you take me so well, fuck—”, he grunted in pleasure, speeding up the motions of his hand, “I’d—I’d fill that pretty little pussy, you wouldn’t be allowed to waste a drop…fuck—”. Slade groaned loudly as he came hard covering his stomach and hand with his load. He panted heavily down the phone, catching his breath back.

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Humming softly in bliss, you smiled, soaking up the warmth buzzing through your nerves. No matter how it was you were with Slade, he always made you feel such intense sensations.

“Mmm…guess you like the new lingerie then”, you teased, letting out a deep, pleased sigh.

Slade scoffed, “Don’t know what gave you that idea”.

You giggled and rolled over onto your stomach, your legs curling up as you grabbed your phone, holding it to your ear, “I’m glad I kept the last set a secret, guess you’ll see that when you’re back home”.

Feeling the blood running back south to his cock, he growled darkly, “You’re a filthy fucking tease”. Slade sat up and started to clean himself off, throwing the dirty tissues into the bin at the side. He really needed to get back onto Mr. White. The sooner this was done, the sooner he could fly back.

“Kitten— as much as I’d like to stay and talk, I do need to finish this job I’m on”.

“What's the rush, cowboy?”.

“The quicker I finish this job, the sooner I can get back and punish you”, his voice returned to its usual baritone, the subtle hint of a southern twang decorating the syllables.

You laughed breathlessly, “And d’you think the infamous Deathstroke can finish the job so quickly?”.

“Watch it brat, you're already on thin ice”, he scolded, longing to abandon the job in favour of returning home to you.

“Hurry up home, Sir…”.

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