The votes have been counted, the results are in and have been tidied up, and we have a list for you! The winning prompts for SladeRobin Week 2024 (October 21st-28th) are:
Day 1 : “You’re the only person I could ask for this.” | Arranged Marriage | Dominant/Submissive
Day 2 : Passing Out on the Other’s Doorstep | Touch Starvation | Murder Uncle!Slade Wilson
Day 3 : Undercover Mission | Competence Kink | Collars
Day 4 : “You… saved me?” “I’m not through with you.” | Enemy to Caretaker | Spoils of War
Day 5 : Jealousy/Possessiveness | Bickering While Fucking | Bodyguard
Day 6 : “Stop fucking my brother.” | Relationship Reveal | Trapped/Chained Together
Day 7 : Omegaverse | Soulmate AU | Sugar Daddy
Day 8 : Free Day!
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Have fun, and we look forward to seeing what you make!
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VERY VERY VERY DARK
Most of them treated her like something that would be taken away, like outside time at Arkham. They treated her how they wanted, left her with bruises, drugged her, shared her around, but always cleaned her up and set her head straight before sending her on her way. The nicer ones even bandaged her wounds.
She had hoped Slade was the same.
He was not.
He was worse.
He had ordered her to strip in the most perfunctory way she had ever heard (and she spent most of her days being ordered around by Bruce Wayne) immediately upon her entering his space. She had done so, but left the mask. That was her only stipulation. Or maybe it was Bruce's stipulation. Or maybe it wasn't a stipulation at all and it was just expected.
Once she was naked, she stood in the middle of the room while he circled her. She was hyper-aware of everything her body did, every brush of her hair against her back and wobble when she tried not to turn with him. He came back to stand in front of her, gaze slowly traveling up and down. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he paused on her breasts. He was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt, no mask, no swords, nothing, but somehow he still looked terrifying. He hit her face and tilted his head.
"I wasn't promised a sullen teenager. I was promised a Robin."
Steph kept staring at him, not really sure what to do. The others just grabbed and used her. Well, Ivy liked to talk, but Ivy talked to anything that listened. Sometimes Harvey asked her how her day was going while he was strapping her into the gloryhole. But she didn't have to initiate anything. Bruce said she was too blunt when she tried to turn people on. They were working on it. Which really meant Bruce would sometimes force her to flirt with him over and over and over again to earn the right to wear her own clothes, and if she wasn't satisfactory, she would shiver in lacy lingerie - or nothing at all - in the Cave while trying to hunt down serial killers.
Slade started walking and her head snapped up. She was too nervous, too unfamiliar with what he wanted.
"I've heard so much about you whoring yourself out that I expected you to be a little more seductive." He sounded a little interested. She wasn't supposed to be interesting. She was supposed to be fuckable.
"Sit on the table." She did. The wood was cool under her skin.
"I'm going to be honest, because your fear is useless to me. I have other emotions I want to wring from you." He placed his hands on the table, leaning uncomfortably close to her. "I'm going to hurt you. A lot."
If he wanted that to alleviate her fear, he failed.
Carefully, slowly - giving her time to process? Why? - he pulled out a knife. She stopped breathing, then started again. With his other hand, he reached out and ran a hand down the top of her thigh like she was an animal he was examining for slaughter.
"This area doesn't have as many scars. Why?"
Steph opened her mouth to speak and failed. She cleared her throat. "My cape. I don't wear one just to dramatically drop down from ceilings, y'know."
"Interesting," Slade mused, before slashing down. She flinched, fighting the urge to kick the knife out of his hands, but she didn't flinch enough, and the blade hit flesh. It was a relatively shallow cut, and clean, but blood welled up immediately. He didn't give it time to flow. She tried not to flinch again as he reached down and swiped his hand through the blood, pulling it up onto his fingers before reaching forward and rubbing his hand on her right breast, leaving bloody smears. Her stomach lurched and she opened her mouth (that was supposed to be trained out of her, she wasn't supposed to talk so much). He shoved his fingers into her open mouth.
The taste of blood was so immediately revolting that she tried to pull away, but with his other hand he grabbed the back of her head until she stopped struggling.
"Don't do that. I would really hate to punish you." He did not sound like he would hate that at all.
He kept his fingers in her mouth while he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He wasn't long, but he was uncomfortably thick. Also hard.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and wrapped them around himself, her bloody saliva smearing and dripping. She watched, horrified and fascinated. He reached out and stole more blood, the pressure burning. his breathing turned labored. And then he stopped.
With the hand still covered in far too many fluids for her comfort, he reached out and grabbed at her breast. Not a grope, but holding it, like he was weighing it. Judging it.
"I love your tits," he said, and she cringed internally. He was older than her dad. Sure he could be better than that. "They're so perky and full. Any tricks?"
"Genetics." Also Bruce forcing her to wear push-up bras 24/7 for three months. To sleep, during sex, on patrol. He found a swimsuit bra and forced her to wear it during showers. He still made her do it while on patrol and in civilian clothes.
Slade slapped her breast. She'd been expecting that. Everyone loved to do that. It still hurt.
From a small box that she really should've noticed sooner (sue her, okay, there was only so much she could take when a mercenary was masturbating with her blood) he withdrew a vial. She tilted his head, and he shook it at her.
"Peppermint extract. Very strong. Lie back."
Steph blinked, not understanding, but she lowered herself onto the table. And then she squirmed in surprise.
Droplets on liquid on her nipples. She didn't understand, it felt cool but not-
Peppermint extract. It burned. She reached up without thinking to wipe them away, but Slade caught her hands and slammed them back into the table. She was twisting under him, the pain driving pained gasps from her.
Slade transferred both of her wrists to one grip and yanked her forward, off the table and onto her knees.
"Open."
She couldn't do anything else. This was something she was used to, but the peppermint was fuzzying her mind. She knew how to lick and suck, apply the right amount of pressure, open her throat up.
She didn't do any of it. She just knelt there and choked. Eventually the burning faded - or she got used to it? - but every light breeze or brush of his jeans brought the pain back to the front of her mind. Slade was groaning above her so he was obviously pleased. He held her head down - and down and down and then she was losing the ability to breathe and her gag reflex was kicking in and she tried to get away. He pulled her off and smiled down at her as she coughed.
"That was lovely, thank you." His voice was rough, but content. He pulled her up and gestured back to the table. "Face down."
She did. The first touch was terrifying, but he just...touched her. Ran his hands over the planes of her back, the sharp edges of her shoulder blades. The press of wood against her nipples alleviated the ache and she could finally think again, sucking in deep breaths to clear her head. He shoved her legs open and they went easily. It wasn't until he traced a finger over her folds that she realized she was soaking wet. She felt sick.
One finger was inside her, then two, then three. His other hand stayed on her skin, tracing the scars.
"Have you been eating? You feel thinner than the boys ever did."
"Thanks, dad," she said, adding as much sarcasm as she could manage, though her voice was shaky. Slade tsked, running a hand down her spine.
"Don't say that if you're not going to follow through."
She turned her head so she could see him through gaps in her hair. This was familiar ground.
"Daddy," she said, unable to summon the will to moan it. It was low and rough and a little detached. Bruce wouldn't have liked it.
Slade smacked her - not her ass, where most of them liked (Harvey had once said he liked to watch it jiggle and Bruce had changed her workout routine to remove her glute strengthener), but rather the inside of her thigh. It stung, but it stung so close to her cunt that she moaned. She didn't like moaning during these things, or at least moaning unintentionally. She was doing a job.
Besides, no one really ever did anything that would make her moan.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Slade said, and then his fingers were gone and he was inside her and it was so sudden and unexpected that she just gripped the table and stared.
Then there was pain on her back - another cut - and she was shaking under his sure hands.
Slade did not last long. He came inside her, which was not a surprise, and pressed his fingers into the cut on her back, which was also not a surprise but did hurt a lot.
He pulled out. Steph started to shift, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him. Awkwardly, she slid off the table again and was presented with his cock.
"Clean it."
She stared. Her blood was on it. The grip in her hair tightened.
She cleaned him off. It tasted horrible. She was used to semen - one of her earliest aspects of training was that she wasn't allowed to eat any food without having semen ahead of time, but semen and blood and her own juices combined was disgusting. When she pulled back, Slade tilted her head up.
"Open."
He spit into her mouth. She swallowed without being asked.
"Good girl," he murmured, one thumb stroking her cheek. His age and emphasis on "girl" made her feel very young. She guessed she was, actually. His son was two years older than her.
Steph got up, legs aching. She hesitated, unsure if they were done, but he was reaching into the box again.
"One more thing."
Clamps. Not nipple clamps. Construction clamps. She took an unconscious step back, but that was just table. The clamps were put on and she yelled. On top of the peppermint it was so painful she thought she was going to start crying. Normally, of course, this would be horrifying. No one wanted a toy they couldn't break. But Slade looked delighted. She reached up, desperate to get them off, but he brushed her hands away and reached up himself.
And yanked them off without opening them, the textured grips on them scraping her skin raw. She did start crying, mostly out of shock. Slade slapped her breast again, and through her obscured view she watched him nod appreciatively at the bounce. Bruce would be pleased.
"You can go now," he said, again grinding into the cut on her thigh. "You were perfect. I can't wait for this to happen again."
Steph got dressed in her suit, the tight fabric horribly painful against her cuts and abused skin of her breasts. As she pulled the hood up, Slade called out,
"Oh, and tell the Bat I'm giving up on Sionis."
Slowly, she turned to look at him. He was seated at the table, cleaning off his knife. He winked at her.
"Your pussy is just that good. No reason to bring drugs into Gotham if I get that as my incentive not to."
She basically ran out of the door. When she was several blocks away, she ducked into an alley.
Steph leaned against the wall, shaking. When she moved, her underwear was sticky. With him. She raised a gloved hand to her comm and clumsily pressed the button.
"I'm done. Slade is withdrawing from the partnership with Sionis."
She held her breath, waiting. He had told her to go back and do more before. She didn't want to do it again. Or maybe she did. Or maybe she wanted more. Unbidden, an imaginined image of Slade's hand softly brushing her hair away from her face flashed through her mind. Nausea rolled through her in a shiver at the same time as heat pooled in her stomach.
The comm beeped.
"Thank you, Robin. That was well done."
An ugly feeling grew in Steph's stomach, a rolling, oily sense of pride. She didn't like it. She would do anything to feel it.
"We'll work on your oral. Finish patrol and come back to the Cave for training."
Her head hit the wall with a quiet thud. She stared at the smog-filled sky, swallowing down the tears/bile/scream/laugh. Slade liked it, she wanted to whisper, but Bruce was listening. He was always listening.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: DCU (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Slade Wilson
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Slade Wilson
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fighting, Blood and Injury, Blood Kink, Kidnapping, Manhandling, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Competence Kink, shock collar, Inappropriate Use of Healing Factors, Cunnilingus, Biting, Knifeplay, Pain Kink, mild Identity Porn, Consensual Stabbing During Sex, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, BAMF Stephanie Brown, fight for dominance, Choking, Timeline What Timeline, Banter, Dirty Talk, Face-Sitting, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Series: Part 24 of necrotic nephilim's writings
Summary:
The problem with Stephanie is this: she loves too much. Too deeply and too violently. It's an infection that no one else has or understands. That is, until Deathstroke comes to kidnap her for a contract and somehow, she ends up underneath him. Split open and spilling violence he's all too eager to drink up.
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SladeRobin Week 2024 - Day 3: Competence Kink | Collars
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Slade always expects to run into Bats when work leads him to Gotham. But he never expects his own relented mercy to be countered by their rage. And he definitely never expects to bow down to them like they're gods.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Slade Wilson
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Slade Wilson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Teacher-Student Relationship, Teacher Slade Wilson, Student Stephanie Brown, Power Imbalance, Groping, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Clothed Sex, Desk Sex, Size Difference, Forced Orgasm, Implied/Referenced Abortion, Creampie, Hurt No Comfort
Summary:
Mr. Wilson has always been intense, has always been the type of teacher that the female students instinctively don't allow themselves to be left alone with. But it's not like Stephanie can ignore a direct request for her to stay after class.
For Day 4 of @sladerobinweek! Also fitting @slade-rarepairs :)
Welcome! Below is a list of all the submitted prompts for the week. (Some minor clean-up done.) Go! Choose your favorites!
You can go ahead and click the link above to get to it, and get started submitting your votes for your favorites!
The poll will remain open through August 17th (Saturday) to give everyone a chance to vote, and then we'll get everything put together and make up the official lists for the week.
A reminder to please only vote once. We want a clean match here, so keep it fair and have fun!
Haha, HI. I am in fact alive, and we are doing this thing.
Hello, everyone! It is officially time to start our preparation for SladeRobin week 2024. It will run October 21st-27th, with one Free Day, so we are looking for eighteen total prompts!
Please go ahead and send your suggestions in via an ask! Reminder that:
Prompts must be short. Either a single word, short phrase, or short sentence.
Prompts should be easily open to different interpretations by creators, providing a launching off point for stories/art, rather than a detailed guideline.
If we receive multiple prompts that are very similar but with different phrasing, we may consolidate them into one to avoid the risk of multiple days running on the same ideas. So if you don’t see your exact prompt when the poll goes up, but there is one close to it, that will be why.
Failure to work within these guidelines may result in your prompts being deleted.
Prompts will be open through August 11th (because I am a busy lady), whereupon we'll put together a poll and hopefully have that up the next day for voting.
Don’t forget to check out our Rules and About posts if you’re new here.
Thanks for reading, and we look forward to receiving your ideas!
(I will update all the blog info shortly; don't worry about it.)
Hello all! The votes are in, the winners chosen, and we have our list for the SladeRobin 2023 Mini Event. Without further ado, they are:
Day 1 : Secret Relationship | Bio-Father Slade Wilson | Drugged
Day 2 : Accidental Subspace | Royalty AU | "No one else came?"
Day 3 : Unexpected Mercy | Murder Uncle Slade | "Either way I win."
The event will run May 5th-7th! We'll post a couple reminders as the time gets closer, so you can all keep track of it, and we'll put together an Ao3 collection and tagging details for posts once we're nearly there!
If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask, or get in touch with us through the SladeRobin Discord and we'll be happy to answer! (You can send us an ask off-anon to receive an invite to the server, if you're not yet there!)
In the meantime, here's links to our Rules and About posts, and happy creating!
