sanji crying after nojiko tells the crew about what happened to belle-mére means a lot to me like ohhh my sweet, sensitive boy who is honestly too empathic for his own good
How about some extra spicy stuff. Slade doing some primal predator-prey play with the reader. They wanted him to hunt them down in the woods at night in his full Deathstroke glory (the rebirth suit is my fav, he looks yummy 🤤). He is allowed to do whatever he wants to them when he finds them and they tell him not to hold back, and that they wanna see how scary Deathstroke is. Would he give them a large head start? Scare them and toy with them? How intense is he going to make it? And of course, what does he do to them when he catches them? Also a bonus if you add aftercare because they are gonna need it. 🤤🫠
(Also on a real note... can he even take his dick out in the suit??? Is there a pee flap thingy? Like?? Or does he have to strip to whip it out?? We ask the real questions here.)
Every day is thirsty yeeee. Slade would love love love hunting you, it's one of his top fantasies definitely. Hunting you would also be super easy so he'd try and make it more difficult, maybe limit himself in some way, wear a blindfold or ear defenders, something to even the playing field (not that it's going to do that much hahaha). He'd also arm you and beforehand train you to use weapons then you'll be able to put up something of a fight.
The Ikon suit is great and it must have a cock flap so he can piss easily. Slade likes his gear to be practical, he's not going to strip down mid-job and made himself vulnerable.
Yes he'll give you a large head start, maybe hours. You start trekking out into the woods with a backpack of gear and at first you're all excited, you can't wait, but the hours tick by, the excitement slowly fades. Every noise you hear, you start thinking it's him. He's going to terrify you, come on he'd love doing that hahahah. He might even make you believe he's called it off. Say he lets you keep your phone for safety reasons, it'll have signal wherever you are in the forest no matter what, otherwise he would have chosen a different location.
He somehow makes it appear as though you've got no signal at all, and when you check the time you suddenly get all these missed call notifications and texts (the timestamps are all fabricated), giving you the impression that Slade has been desperately trying to reach you to no avail. He says that he's calling the whole thing off as something's come up, tells you to head towards the rendevous point and he'll wait for you there, asks why you aren't responding, demands to know whether you're okay, did you get hurt, you're getting progressively more panicked as you read them all.
You hear something amongst the trees and you're frozen by fear. Whatever it is isn't Slade. You pull out the handgun and start pacing it to the rendevous point, trying and failing to call him. It's hard not to start running, but when you let the panic take over you'll make mistakes, it's what Slade's told you before. You hear a low growl and whip around with the handgun raised, desperately searching the trees for signs of movement but there's nothing. What the fuck was that? A wolf?
You remember him mentioning that there was a known wolf pack whose territory was a hundred odd miles away, but they shouldn't come down this far at this time of year. (Slade should be a gardener the way he can effortlessly plant seeds into people's brains). If it was one wolf, maybe you should stand your ground-
The wolf howled loud and long, no doubt calling out to the rest of the pack, signalling they'd found prey. The noise was nearby, it was too fucking close. You started running. Your heart is beating so fast you feel like it's going to jump out of your chest. You hear rustling sounds behind you, like something is chasing you, hard on your tail.
Holding the handgun behind you, you blindly fire three times, hoping to scare the wolf off but the noises doesn't stop, it gets louder. You hear another growl and before you can fire again you get knocked over, your body landing on top of something before you hit the ground. You roll over, your front laying over the earth as you come to an abrupt hult. Something rips off your backpack and you realise in horror you've dropped the handgun. Your body is pinned down as you desperately try to thrash away. The sound of a low, deep moan right by your ear makes your body still. You feel relief, fear, confusion, doubt. Slade? Was that-
You cry out in pain as he bites into the base of your neck, his teeth tearing through the skin. Tears well in your eyes, it's agonising, you whimper when he stops, and groan when he starts licking at the blood trickling out of the wound. You struggle again, trying to pull away from his probing tongue. He starts licking his way up your neck, mouthing at you, moaning by your ear. The wave of arousal you feel is disorientating. He's got your arms pinned at your sides and he starts slowly humping you, you can feel his hard cock through your clothes and through his suit.
The reprieve is soon over, he lifts you up slightly, putting something underneath you before jolting you back down. Something tightens around your hips, pinning your wrists against them and you can't move your arms. His weight rests on your thighs, your feet kick uselessly along the ground. With both his hands free, he begins ripping away every piece of clothing you have on until you're lying naked on the forest floor, he even takes off your boots.
His body settles down on your back, on your legs, humming in approval. His suit is pretty rough to the touch. You feel his cock again but this time it's not covered by anything, his pre-come drips onto your lower back. “Mine,” he murmurs into your ear, making your whole body shiver.
His hand takes hold of your jaw and he slips two of his fingers inside your mouth, dragging along your tongue before he pulls away. You jolt when he's probing your hole with one finger and slips it inside of you without preamble, quickly working you open. The pleasure is confused by edges of pain when the second finger goes in, moving faster and more urgently than before.
Your head is lying on its side as you try to suck in shaky breaths as you keep moaning. He's licking at your neck again, his free hand slips the back of your neck as he licks at your mouth, tongue running over your lips. He pulls out his fingers and slips his cock inside of you as he starts sucking on your tongue.
You moan and almost scream at the sensations. It's too much, it's too fucking much. His hand pulls away from your neck and he's slipping it underneath you in between your legs. He starts fucking you with undeniable fervour, his pace only ever getting faster, he's relentless and unforgiving. He's using his hand to work you up to the edge quickly, the sound of his pleasure is intoxicating, you can't properly process everything. He senses you're getting close and tells you to come and you obey him, crying out as the orgasm hits you. The feeling of you clenching around him makes him come too.
But he doesn't stop fucking you. He slows his pace right down, some of his come leaks out of you when he pulls out almost all the way. His cock doesn't soften at all. He groans and keeps going, needing to fuck you more and more and more. He wraps an arm around you holding you flush against him, his hand slips around your neck, his mouth rests on your ear so you can hear his every moan and growl. He's feral and needy and desperate for you.
No doubt you end up passing out multiple times, when you come to, he's still fucking you. When it starts becoming painful, or you start feeling numb, he slips his hand in between your legs and gets you worked back up again. When all is said and done, you're fast asleep while Slade is pulling out the two person bivvy bag from your backpack. He wipes you down and tucks you inside while he strips off the suit and wipes his cock. If you wake up, he'll be lying next to you, his hand running over your head as he fusses you and tells you that you're the best prey he's ever caught.
