Batwoman/Manhunter - working for the DEO can get boring and tedious sometimes. Kate (Kane) has an idea for something fun.

Batwoman/Batgirl - Kate tries to convince Stephanie to wear green panties and elf boots and go on patrol with her.

"No way!"

Though Kate found the pout Stephanie sent her way after this declaration adorable, it didn't stop her from trying again, shaking the outfit in front of Stephanie.

"Come on, it's just for one patrol. You'll be just fine!"

"Those shorts...oh hell we both know they're really panties, are not fine. The boots I don't have a problem with. It's those panties! They won't do a thing to protect me!"

"I'll protect you," Kate argued.

"You can't be everywhere Kate, especially if you're fighting someone while I am too!"

Sighing, Kate hung her head and walked back into the closet.

Stephanie waited for her to reappear so they could start their patrol but got impatient five minutes later and was about to cal for her when she walked out.

Stephanie's face turned beet red, her mouth gasping, and her blue eyes widening.

There was her girlfriend dressed in nothing but the Robin panties and the elf boots. Her breasts jiggled a bit as she moved closer and Stephanie couldn't stop the drool that escaped her mouth.

Kate turned around when she was close to touching Stephanie, spanking her butt and letting Stephanie take it all in.

"Please Stephanie, wear these for me. If I can do it, you can too!"

Stephanie nodded and Kate squealed, hugging her younger lover tightly.

"Let's get you ready then, sidekick!"

She was about to pull Stephanie along when she felt her new sidekick's fingers undo the latch on the green panties, a finger moving lower.

"Let me help you take them off," Stephanie murmured.

"Five minutes and then we really have to start our patrol," Kate replied.

Stephanie nodded and groped one of Kate's butt-cheeks before pushing her into the closet and following in after.

Starling/Batgirl - Dinah's old girlfriend meets her new one. Things don't go smoothly.

I'm Jerry Springer, Dinah thinks to herself as she watches her ex girlfriend tackle her new one to the ground.

Oh things had gotten off to a civil start, Barbara holding out her hand in an attempt at friendship.

But then Ev had to open her mouth.

"Dinah says I'm the best fuck she's ever had."

That caused a twitch of Barbara's eye but nothing more.

Ev then wrapped her arms around Dinah and squeezes a fishnet-clad rear.

"I've made her gush twelve times in one night."

That makes Barbara's fingers clench.

"Plus, she said she loves my abs and looking at your spare tire there I'd say you've been noshing it one too many times."

A curse from Ev brings Dinah back to the present moment, eyes widening as she watches Barbara straddle the young woman and hold her wrists down.

Ev tried every trick she knew but was held fast by the redhead, glaring up into green eyes.

"Please sweetie, I've been trained by Batman. You're just a common brawler."

"Ladies, please don't fight," Dinah says, but both ignore her, Ev spitting into Barbara's face and making the woman falter in her hold.

It's just the opening Ev needs and soon enough it's Barbara who's on her back looking up at Ev.

Dinah decides to attempt a weak Canary Cry to stun them and stop the fighting when Barbara suddenly darts upward and kisses Ev full on the lips.

It's then that Dinah notices the wet patch around Barbara's loins. The sight of the two of them kissing is enough for Dinah's hand to delve into her fishnets and start pumping.

Ev notices this after breaking apart from Barbara, the sight destroying any shame she felt about the kiss, her panties starting to soak as she turned back to Barbara.

"Let's give her a show."

Barbara nods and starts to unzip her suit.

///

Dinah's tangled between the two hours later, sighing heavily.

"Thank you for not killing each other," she murmurs.

Ev grunts and Barbara nods.

"Where did you learn how to do that with your tongue?" Ev asks Barbara after a few moments of silence.

"The Internet," Barbara replies. "You're more skilled than I thought."

"Thanks," Ev replied, her hand touching Barbara's bare rear then, Barbara wincing in pain a bit. It would hurt to sit down for awhile after Ev's version of TLC. She was about to get up and gather her things when she felt Ev's lips, teeth, and tongue on one of her butt cheeks.

Barbara hears Dinah moan and smells fresh juices from the blond in the air a moment later and she idly whacks Dinah on the shoulder.

"You're so easy to get going Di."

"I'll say," Ev says, before turning her attention to Barbara's other cheek, biting a bit harder and sucking loudly.

Once she's done, Barbara inspects the raw marks and sits up a bit, arms dragging Ev up as well.

Looking at Dinah again and the goofy grin on her face, Barbara smirks and looks at Ev.

"Get on all fours."

Ev obeys and Barbara wets her lips before leaving her own marks on Ev's glorious butt in front of her, fingers running along Ev's thighs while she does so.



Edited at 2012-03-14 03:49 am (UTC)

What do the Sirens get for a girlfriend who has magic at the the tip of her tongue?

Cassandra doesn't quite understand her feelings towards Stephanie and goes to her Grandpa Alfred for advice.

I like this prompt! Grampa Alfie =3

Scandal's two lover undress her and tie her to a chair, then have sex with each other while teasing her and making her watch. Scandal is wet as hell but can't do anything about it except beg.

Poison Ivy/any heroine - Ivy manages to enthrall a heroine who has been a particular thorn in her side. She decides to make her start wearing sex toys in public, and whatever other humiliating things the filler wants to add.

Ivy felt a thrill course through her as she ran her fingers along the chin of her latest thrall. It was the same thrill she always got when controlling others, merging their will to her own.

It was almost as good as Harley's tongue, but not quite.

Still, her present thrall had been an irritant to her plans for some time now.

"But now look at you," Ivy murmured, "Wonder Woman, the strongest heroine of them all. What's your real name?"

"Diana."

"Diana? A common name for one so magnificent. Very well, Diana, you can start serving by placing this as far up that adorable butt of yours as you can, do you understand?"

Diana nodded, taking the device and inserting it, the slightest of flinches marring her face as she did so. Ivy walked around Diana and smirked when she couldn't even see a bit of the vibrator from the outside.

Taking the remote, Ivy turned the vibration up to maximum, her thrall bucking and falling to her knees, moaning and trying to pleasure herself. Ivy grabbed her hand before she could do so and whispered in her ear.

"No, none of that. You can only do that when I tell you to, understand?"

The thrall nodded, rear quivering as the vibrator continued to fulfill its purpose.

"Go out in public wearing this."

Diana accepted the leather outfit and Ivy grinned as she put it on, the villain moving closer and whispering her final instructions before pushing her thrall out the door.

///

Scores of onlookers gasped as the tall Amazon walked among them clad in nothing save a leather strap on and a leash. Diana's breasts wobbled a bit as she walked, rear vibrating. Every minute or so, she would open her mouth to speak.

"Harley Quinn has the best ass on the planet."

Parroting the same sentence over and over again, she would have kept walking if she wasn't stopped by a lithe figure with blond hair and big blue eyes.

She blushed as she heard the sentence come from Diana's mouth and blushed even more when she felt a familiar hand squeeze her rear.

"Diana, stop."

Diana froze at Ivy's command and stared straight ahead as Harley hugged onto Ivy tightly.

"Happy Birthday Harl, I love you so much," Ivy whispered, capturing her girlfriend's lips in a deep kiss.

Harley let out a little mewl once they broke apart and looked back at the nude Diana.

"Oh Red, is she for me?"

"Of course. Diana, pick the both of us up and fly us to the Heights Hotel."

A moment later the pair were being carried by Diana, the thrall crashing through the roof and soon depositing the pair on a large bed.

"Diana remove the vibrator from you rear and take off the strap-on. Then come and make love to Harley."

Diana did so, removing the items on her in a burst of super-speed, her muscular thighs soon straddling Harley, the jester's face turning blue.

"Do not use your super strength!"

Harley's face regained its color and the female clown was soon moaning as Diana buried her face among her dripping folds.

Ivy watched all this and began to pleasure herself, moaning softly so as not to distract from Harley's joy. However her plan failed, Harley pulling her on top of her and whispered something in Ivy's ear.

Blushing, Ivy turned to Diana.

"Diana, fuck me with the strap-on as hard as you can."

Harley then bounced off the bed and watched as what she had requested of her redhead came true moments later, her blue eyes gleaming.

She really did have the best lover in the world.

Alice has her wicked way with her sister. Kate is either

a) Tied up and doesn't want it but since they're twins Alice knows Kate's body better than she does

Or

b) Alice has drugged Batwoman again so she is weak, helpless and halucinating

“Mmm. Renee, is this a dream?” Kate asked.

Renee didn't answer right away, instead occupying her mouth with kissing Kate's neck and jawline. They held one another's nude bodies tightly together, each woman's arms wrapped around the other's back. Clutching with her arms and legs, she never wanted to let Renee go.

Problem was, Kate Kane couldn't remember how she got to this point, here in this darkened hotel room, in this queen-sized bed with her former lover. She found that she didn't care too much what happened before this. She was with Renee, tangled up and pressed against her. Renee's lips moved lower, from her neck down to her collarbone and eventually to her chest.

“It's only a dream if you want it to be. If you ask me, it feels pretty damn real.”

She did have a point. The smell of sex, to the taste of Renee's skin and sweat, the warmth of her body, it felt so real. What felt unreal was that it was happening.

Kate felt like she should feel ashamed - this was Renee, not Maggie - but she'd already reached one climax and felt no desire to stop. Love and lust overcame her, the taste of Renee was still on her tongue. An arm moved down her back, tracing lightly around he ribs, until it pushed between her legs and made her head tilt back, and Kate moaned.

”Maggie, this is about my family. I have to go for a bit. Please, don't ask.”

“Why?” Maggie asked. They had this argument one too many times. Being Batwoman, but unable to say anything about it, was a big source of tension between the two of them. “What are you doing that has to remain so secret? I'm too old for this, Kate. If you're fucking another woman, just say so. I don't want to be jerked around.”

“I'm not-”

“Then what is it? You can tell me.”

“I can't.”

Maggie shook her head. She threw her jacket in Kate's face. It smelled good, it smelled like Maggie Sawyer. Kate left it there for a second, if only because she didn't have to look at Maggie while it obscured her vision. But then she heard the door open and slam, and pulled the jacket off, dropping it on the carpet.

“I'm not fucking anyone else...”

She really couldn't blame Maggie. She'd have done the same thing.

Dom Catwoman Sub Lois

plot: As she is robbing the Metropolis museum Catwoman finds something much more valuable.

Basically anything for Holly and Harley set during Countdown to Final Crisis. I wouldn't mind some domestic fluff set at the end when they're living together. Or some fun while they're in the Amazon training. Go for it.

For whatever reason, Bunny ends up temporarily working as Zatanna's assistant. Turns out, Bunny's work ethic is a little different to Zatanna's usual assistants - she's willing to please Zatanna in every way possible, onstage and off.

Bunny was a loaner.

That's what Zach had told Zatanna anyway, though right now the female magician was rolling her eyes at the assistant's giggling at some vapid television show.

"More like a pain," Zatanna muttered.

Still, she could use an assistant and Bunny must be good at that if Zach kept her around.

Or he kept her around for other reasons, Zatanna thought, taking in Bunny's bulging breasts and wide hips. Shaking her head, she went to sit down beside Bunny.

"Let's run through the routine we're doing, alright?"

"Of course Miss Z!"

Zatanna's eye twitched.

Zach was so going to owe her for this.

///

But, as it turned out, Bunny was quite the professional on stage, on point for every cue, willing to try anything, and always gracing Zatanna and the audience with a beaming smile.

Zatanna could have sworn that Bunny's attitude and professionalism got more applause than her magic but soon banished the thought, just grateful for a fun show that her audience adored.

After the crew went home, Zatanna teleported herself and Bunny to Shadowcrest, or at least the normal looking part of Shadowcrest, away from any artifacts Bunny might accidentally bump into.

Zatanna had just plopped down on her couch when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and saw Bunny leaning in, lips puckered.

There was no avoiding it and Zatanna found herself being frenched quite deeply by her cousin's assistant.

Blushing, Bunny broke apart and wrung her hands. "I'm so sorry Miss Zatanna, but Zach told me how lonely you are and I...I'm here if you'll have me."

"So this was all Zach's idea?"

Bunny shook her head, her face turning even redder. "It was mine. He just helped me." Zatanna glared at her and Bunny started to shake. "If you're going to turn me into a toad, just get it over with."

Zatanna got up then and moved closer, Bunny closing her eyes.

"Why do I have a toad-turning reputation? I did it to one snooty woman when I was eighteen. I actually prefer turning people into mice."

Bunny opened her eyes then and noticed Zatanna was smiling at her.

A moment later, the magician was kissing her, hands cupping her round bottom.

Once they broke apart, Zatanna whispered in Bunny's ear.

"How would you like to be my full-time assistant?"

///

Zachary Zatara sipped on his fruit punch and leaned back in his beach chair, soaking up the rays, when a postcard magically appeared on his lap.

Looking at it, he smirked.

On the postcard was Bunny kissing his cousin on the cheek, both winking at him. Turning it over, he heard Zatanna's voice in his head.

"Thanks for sending Bunny to me. I might just ask you to be the maid of honor at my wedding if things end up there. Sent you someone to keep you company. Treat her well or you'll have Batman breathing down your neck."

"Excuse me, are you Zach?"

Zach looked up then and saw a gorgeous redhead looking at him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. And you are?"

"Barbara Gordon."

Something based off this- http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m12b25joSh1qde18do1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&Expires=1332173517&Signature=eUyPVMYKnv2pqNEWsPp4D1cuINs%3D

...The link doesn't work for me?

When they're alone, Zatanna lets Renee take complete control.

The Sirens are in for an experience when their resident magician/lover ends up pregnant with a child with the genetic makeup of all four of them.

Zatanna watches while Helena and Renee argue about who is the most dominant in bed. Then she proves to them that what they consider dominant is mere child's play.

any/any - all the DC women that the filler wants are at a Turkish bathhouse. Go!

Selina took in the ornate decor all around the bathhouse, the gilded walls, the tall arches, the tiled floors, all of it was relaxing.

Perspiration coated her, the express purpose of the dry, heated, air shrouding the rest of the occupants from view, save for the one currently embracing her.

"Thank you for this," Zatanna whispered in her ear.

"You're worth it Zee," Selina replied, turning her head and capturing her wife's lips with a deep kiss.

It had certainly been a surprise for the magician, having just arrived back at Shadowcrest from a draining two month tour only to find Selina waiting for her with a Chesire grin on her face.

Then she had reached behind her ear and removed two plane tickets bound for Turkey where, Selina explained, they would be pampered in an authentic Turkish bathhouse.

So far there had been no sign of any staff save for the woman who greeted them at the entrance but she assured them that all they had to do was move from room to room at their leisure.

Taking in the feel of her beautiful spouse, Zatanna sighed and started to purr, a habit picked up from Selina over the nearly ten years they had been in a relationship, three of those married.

Unfortunately, the content feeling filling both of them was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Red, Red, look! It's Kitty!"

Sure enough, Harley Quinn herself bounded over to them, dragging her partner by the hand. Both were as nude as Selina and Zatanna and Harley didn't have her makeup on and even her hair was free of their usual pigtail style.

"I can see that Harl. Hope married life is treating you well Selina."

"Can you two just leave? I'm trying to enjoy a vacation with my wife."

Harley pouted at that and sat down beside the pair.

"C'mon Kitty, let's play a bit. We haven't seen each other since your wedding!"

Selina sighed at that and looked at Zatanna.

Zatanna read the annoyance in those green eyes and smiled gently, nodding her head.

Looking at Harley and Ivy, Zatanna spoke a single word. "Hsinav!"

In the blink of an eye, the two villains were gone.

"You didn't send them to that dimension made out of cheese did you?"

"No, they're just ten miles from the bathhouse. Should give us plenty of time to ourselves."

Selina smiled at that and nuzzled closer to Zatanna.

"Ready to go to the next room?"

"In five minutes."

Selina nodded at that and closed her eyes.

///

Harley was shivering, teeth chattering as the snow outside hit her naked body. Ivy, after realizing where they were, summoned a large leaves to shelter them, holding Harley close.

"W-we-we're gonna get them back, r-r-right Red?"

"Yes Harley, yes we are," Ivy replied.

///

The hot room was aptly named but incredibly soothing as Zatanna swam through the cool water, smiling as Selina merely dipped her feet in the pool.

"Aniles ni ym smra," Zatanna said and her spell was cast, Selina now submerged in the water, Zatanna's arms securely around her.

Breaking free of the water, Selina yowled a bit and pouted at Zatanna.

"You're evil..."

Zatanna hugged her tight then and chuckled, enjoying Selina clinging to her more than she really should be.

"I'm not hearing you deny it," Selina muttered.

"Says little miss dominatrix."

"That was one outfit and I only wore it one Christmas in '92," Selina objected.

"Yet you still use a whip."

Selina groaned then and pressed her face into Zatanna's breasts, muttering something the mage couldn't quite make out.

Not that she was complaining of course.

///

"Are we there yet?" Harley whined, sitting next to Ivy on the large vine Ivy's summoned for transport.

Though Harley is the one human Ivy loves just as much as the planet, this is the ninth time her jester has asked her that. But Ivy is patient with her former doctor and replies gently.

"Not yet. You've got your supplies ready though, correct?"

Harley nods, her blue eyes gleaming at the thought of revenge.

///

Mikey may not have magical abilities but her callused hands can soothe even the mistress of magic's troubled love life.

Another sold-out performance.

Another extravagant and expensive afterparty with all her friends and a few celebrities she never met.

Another lonely night.

“Hey, boss lady.”

Well, almost lonely. “Hey, Mikey,” Zatanna said, stepping into her suite. “Rood esolc. Don't you have your own room?”

Mikey was Zatanna's stage-hand and handy-man. Handy-woman. Handy-something. Usually she went with woman for the sake of convenience. Zatanna loved her like a sister, but things would probably be getting ugly tonight. She didn't deal well with loneliness and wanted to do it in private.

“I do,” Mikey said, “But it's a small room I'm sharing with two other people. Who snore very, very loudly and smell like whiskey. I was hoping I could stay up in this nice, big penthouse suite with the star. Please?” And there was that big smile and those puppy dog eyes.

Mikey may look like that because of a curse, but it sure had its advantages. That face always made it hard for Zatanna to tell her no.

“All right,” she said with a sigh. “But only if you think my bitching and moaning about another night alone is less annoying than their snoring.”

“Come on, boss. Who is it you're talking to?”

“Yeah, all right.” Of course Mikey wouldn't mind. She did the same thing all the time. And she was one of Zatanna's few real friends.

“Now, magic up a table and take off your clothes.”

“...what?”

“Trust me. And please tell me you still have a bottle of something from the party.”

“Elbat raeppa,” Zatanna said, and in the middle of the living room, a cushioned table appeared. She was beginning to know what Mikey wanted to do and had to admit she was looking forward to it. She climbed face-down onto it and folded her arms underneath her chin. “No more drinks, sorry.”

“There are always more drinks with you.”

“Latsirc raeppa.” A bottle of champagne appeared, in a bucket of ice, with two glasses next to it. It had already been poured.

“And now the other part.”

Sure. Why not? Zatanna did like revealing clothes. Why shy away when it came time to take them off? “Dekan.”

“Why am I naked, too?” Mikey shouted.

“Fair play.”

“Fine.” Mikey stood above Zatanna for a bit, taking a few sips of Cristal. “Here we go.”

Her hands were calloused from working with them all her life. After her transformation, they were smooth again, but already they started building back their hardness. They weren't smooth like the hands Zatanna was used to feeling (okay, it's been so long, she wasn't really used to feeling pretty girls' hands anymore).

It wasn't long before Zatnna closed her eyes and started loudly moaning.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“I didn't know you knew how to give massages.”

“I have a lot of talents you don't know about.”

That got Zatanna's attention. “How about after this, you show some to me?”

“How about we don't wait?” Mikey's hand moved down Zatanna's back and rested on her ass.

Zatanna reached behind and grabbed it, moving it toward her shoulder again. “Finish what you start, Mikey.” It had been so long since Zatanna had a massage, especially one that good, that not even sex could change her mind.

“You know...” Mikey began to dig deep into Zatanna's shoulders, and she could feel all the stress and tension from the show leaving her body. “You're Zatanna. You could have your cake and eat it, too.”

“Go on.”

“Cast a spell that makes your whole body an erogenous zone,” Mikey said. She kept working Zatanna's neck and shoulders with her hands. Warm, skilled hands that knew exactly what they were doing. “Imagine that for a second.”

“I like the way you think.”

Any (and all) Amazons - Amazonian holiday. How do they traditionally celebrate their holidays? WHAT do they celebrate? What does it involve? Feasting? Partying? Orgy? Revelry? Feats of strength? Arena combat?

Renee/Helena - Helena wakes up to find Renee cry. Renee explains about her desire for revenge over her partner's murder and that she ultimately couldn't do it. Helena, having a lot of experience in the field of vengeance, helps her through it.

Sometimes, Renee Montoya missed the taste of smoke in her mouth. Usually it's when she was thinking about the past.

She was supposed to be over it, but the dreams are still there. It didn't matter that Corrigan, the man who killed her partner was dead. It mattered that she didn't kill him. Deep down, she knew it was the right thing.

Sometimes, deep down didn't matter. Not when she dreamed about him.

There was a bottle of whiskey and a gun on the bedside table, and a girl laying in bed next to her. It almost felt like her old life, but the gun wasn't loaded and the whiskey wasn't open. It wasn't hers, either. A friend of a friend, girl with brown hair and a cute sleeve tattoo, forgot it there and Renee hadn't been able to convince herself to put it away. Once an alcoholic...

Jim Corrigan's face was burned into her mind, and so was Cris Allen, her partner and best friend, face down and bled out.

She went to Corrigan, she almost killed him, her gun was in his face.

All that zen bullshit that she learned from Charlie and Richard didn't help on the nights when she dreamed.

That's when she felt something stirring in the bed.

Helena Bertinelli was always quick to wake up, not sluggish like Renee. But there was still sleep in her voice. “'s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don't tell me that.” Helena sat up and leaned against the headboard. She reached behind her and adjusted the pillow behind her back, then put her arm on Renee's shoulder. “You're crying.”

“No, I'm not.”

Helena rubbed her fingertip under Renee's eyes and pressed it onto her tongue. It tasted salty.

“Fine, I am,” Renee sighed. She had been staring between her knees the whole time, but she finally decided to look up at Helena. “I had a bad dream.”

“We all have bad dreams.”

Renee really wanted a smoke, but she didn't have any cigarettes, and she knew she'd only regret it later. It was the same reason she wasn't chugging whiskey straight from the bottle, although with it being right there, it wasn't easy to ignore. “I never told you this, but there's a man I dream about a lot.”

“And here I thought you didn't swing that way.”

“Not like that. He used to be a cop. The guy that killed my partner.”

“Corrigan.”

“Yeah, I told you that part of the story. But there's more to it.” Renee lifted her knees, holding them underneath her chin. She was forcing herself not to reach for the bottle. “After he killed Cris, I went to him. Stuck my gun in his face. I wanted nothing more than to blow his fucking brains out. He was crying, looked pathetic. So pathetic that I couldn't do it. He died not long after, but I didn't kill him. I have dreams about that. I went through a bad time afterward, this was me every night. Plus lots of drinking. I can't help thinking that I would feel better if I pulled the trigger.”

Edited at 2012-03-22 06:49 am (UTC)

Huntress and Batwoman are playing truth or dare to kill some time. Eventually, it just becomes dare. And the dares get more bold and sexy as things progress. (Bonus points for anything involving being in public.)

Women are disappearing all over the DCU. Heroine of filler's choice finds out that Zatanna is behind it. When she reaches Shadowcrest Mansion, the finds Zatanna possessed by a demoness/villain/someone. She has women chained and caged, strapped to fuckmachines, the mansion essentially a pleasure dungeon.

Does her discoverer get turned on by it? Repulsed by it? Does she join Zatanna, try to stop her? You have your premise. Now have fun.

Renee Montoya/Helena Bertinelli: Trying to reconcile their sexuality with their religion.

Helena Bertinelli/Helena Wayne - anything

Dinah/Barbara - During an evening of girl talk, alcohol, and Chinese takeout, Dinah asks Barbara which five superheroes she would have sex with given the chance. Dinah is surprised when 1) it's all women and 2) she's one of them.

Bumping this - someone pleeeeease fill!

Knockout/Big Barda. Knockout once said "Fighting. It's better than sex, and almost as violent." So... just how violent can Fury sex get?