shsjjdjdjd can i ask about all of them? š no, i wonāt do that to you :P
can i ask about āspoiled bratā and āstill a good boyā?
soooo many intriguing titles tho š
You could actually lmao I certainly wouldn't mind!! šš I love talking about my wips haha so if you have any following questions or just wanna know about some other wips please feel free to ask!
Alright so "Spoiled brat" it a story where Slade is Dickās bodyguard! Dick is being targeted a lot because heās the first son of billionaire Bruce Wayne and people keep wanting to get ransom for him so Bruce hired Deathstroke to protect him.
Slade doesnāt often take on bodyguard contracts because he rarely feels like babysitting some brat but Wayne is paying him a lot (and/or maybe heās a mafia boss that runs whole Gotham from underground so Slade canāt really tell him no because Bruce is his returning customer ā I havenāt decided yet lmao) And the thing is, Slade just wants to do his job. But Dick finds him very attractive and heās not used to people telling him no so he does everything to get into pants.
(Spoiler: Slade wants to fuck him so badly and to finally put him in his place but he doesn't think Wayne would appreciate it.)
(Spoiler spoiler: He does it anyway ;)
The kid was an image of debauchery. With his shirt opened like this, Slade was able to see his rosy nipples, perked up against the cold wind of the night. His neck was littered with marks and hickeys, pink lips slightly swollen from biting down on it and glistening with saliva. Slade watched the way Grayson reached up to ran his fingers through his hair, as if it would somehow help with how messy they already were ā as if someone was tugging at it with no care how the kid would look afterwards.
Slade kept his face carefully blank as Grayson pushed himself away from the stone wall of the building and walked over to him, not stopping until their faces were inches apart. His breath smelled like whiskey.
āLike what you see?ā He purred out. His hand rested against Sladeās chest and Slade eyed it shortly before looking at the brat again. Grayson smirked. āI could show you something you would never forget, sweetheart. You donāt need to keep pretending you donāt want to fuck me.ā
Slade didnāt react in any way.
āYour father wonāt be happy about your behavior today.ā He stated dryly.
Graysonās smile sharpened into something wild.
āOh?ā He slid his hand down Sladeās chest, towards the knife sheathed by his hip. Slade grabbed at his wrist before Grayson could touch it. āYou gonna punish me then?ā
āI meant Wayne.ā He sighed. āGet your ass in the limo, youāre going back home.ā
Grayson hummed, batting his eyelashes. āCan I suck you off on the way?ā
āNo.ā
āYouāre no fun.ā The brat pursed his lips before smirking again. āIāll get you to fuck me one day. Youāll see.ā
Slade shoved him towards the parked limousine.
And āStill a good boyā is apprentice Dick story :3 where Dick manages to escape after almost a year as Deathstrokeās apprentice. But no matter how much Dick hates it, all that time of being Renegade changed him and shaped him in the way Slade wanted. So even when Dick is back to working with good guys, the sight alone of Slade makes him feel things and he canāt resist himself when his masters gives him an order :3
Have a lil snippet for this one as well <3
āRobin!ā Bruce hissed at him but Dick wasnāt able to move, wasnāt even able to look away.
Slade smirked at him and there was something so pleased in the curve of his lips that warmth spread around Dickās stomach because he was the one making Slade happy, he was-
No. No, he wasnāt Sladeās apprentice anymore, he was no longer Renegade. He was Robin, he reminded himself, and he didnāt have to listen to any of Sladeās orders.
Most of all, he didnāt want Slade to be pleased because of him. He didnāt want the man to be pleased at all, he wanted him behind bars where he belonged, he wanted-
Dickās breath stuttered as Slade reached out towards him, to gently tuck a strands of his hair behind his ear.
āYouāre still a good boy, arenāt you, kid?ā He murmured, satisfaction almost dripping from his voice like honey. āStill eager to obey my every word, as if you never left, hm?ā
The words were already on Dickās tongue, his body wanting to answer the question without his thought because Master always expected an answer when he asked a question when a body slammed into Sladeās side, pushing the man off his feet.
Dick stayed on his knees, too shocked to do anything else as he watched Red Hood fight Deathstroke with all he got. Jason didnāt have his helmet on as if he got here in a rush and Dick was able to see the furious snarl on his face, as he slammed his fist into Sladeās jaw.
Another second and Bruce was back at Dickās side, helping him to his feet. āLetās go.ā
Dick clenched his fingers on Bruceās forearm and let him lead himself away but then-
āRenegade!ā Slade barked and Dick didnāt remember moving but suddenly he was covering his masterās blind spot and blocking a punch Jason tried to aim at Sladeās throat.
Dickās eyes met Jasonās, both frozen with shock at what just happened.
āIām-ā he started, lips trembling. He didnāt mean to do that. He didnāt mean to move at all. āJason, I didnāt-ā
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