Renee Montoya/Kate Spencer - anything. I just want some Renee/other Kate.

Helena Bertinelli/Dinah Lance/Renee Montoya - strap-ons, double penetration

Helena liked sitting on the rooftops in the spring twilight. There was something serene about watching the stars come out in the quiet of the towers, far above all the crap down on the streets.

“I brought snacks.” Dinah said, before sitting down next to her, letting her fishnet-covered legs dangle off the side of the building. She put a small red lunchbox between them and opened it up. There were a few things in there, but what caught Helena's attention was the thermos and cups. “And coffee.”

Helena poured it out and took as long a sip as the heat would let her. “Ah, coffee. My favorite thing.”

“I thought Renee was your favorite thing.”

“So does she, so don't tell her about coffee.”

Dinah laughed a little. “What do I get out of it?”

“Nothing?”

“Deal.” After a beat, Dinah continued. “So what sparked you getting with a woman, anyway?”

“I don't know,” Helena said. “We met and I liked her and next thing you know we're dating. It was a lot less surprising that it probably should have been.”

“So tell me, how does she stack up to men?”

“Dinah Lance. Are you prying into my sex life?”

Dinah took a big fake gasp and put her hand to her chest. “I would never ask about okay I can't even finish that sentence. Details, Hel.”

“Fine,” Helena said with a shrug. “Renee actually acts like an adult, I don't have to make up any excuses for why I randomly disappear to fight crime with her, and she's a beast in the sack. Since when do you want to hear about girl on girl lovin'?”

Dinah sighed. “Since my sex life took a nose dive. I haven't been with anyone since Ollie and I'll take whatever I can get.”

“Whatever you can get?” Helena's mouth slowly curled into a grin as she narrowed her eyes.

“...no.”

“You really mean yes.”

Dinah waved her hands in front of her. “I don't!”

“Really? After, what, six months? What happened to whatever you can get?”

Exoristos/Horsewoman - Horsewoman decides to show Exoristos that just because she can't use her legs, she's far from weak.

Lois Lane/Dinah Lance - Anything.

Dinah Lance had never loved someone as much as she loved Lois Lane.

Dinah had also never loved someone who found themselves in the most amount of trouble all the time.

A rampaging race of alien gorillas wanting to make Lois their bride?

That was a Tuesday for Lois Lane.

Evil sentient tacos need a test subject?

Enter one feisty reporter.

So when Dinah Lance returned home from an evening of patrol and saw the love of her life the size of Giganta,Dinah didn't freak out.

Even though Lois had the front of their house draped around her like a skirt to hide her naked body, now visible to half the populace of Metropolis.

Lois was calm as well, lifting Dinah up to her parking lot sized face.

"Hi honey, you wouldn't believe the day I've had."

Dinah chuckled at that and relaxed in her lover's palm, ready to hear all about another fantastic adventure of Lois Lane.

Poison Ivy/Lois Lane - Lois Lane becomes Pamela's new love slave.

"Oooh, let me see who ya got Red!"

"No Harl, she's not yours this time. I gave you a few pets of your own to play with," Ivy reminded her best friend.

All she got in response was a pout and a few bats of those baby blue eyes of hers.

"But they're not new Red!"

"No Harleen, now give me a few hours alone, alright?"

Harley's pout deepened but she eventually nodded, sulking off to her room to play with her pets.

Ivy ushered Lois Lane in, ignoring the vacant gaze and robotic movements. Those would wear off soon enough.

"Now slave, who do you serve?"

"You Poison Ivy. You're the love of my life, the other half of my soul, everything I've always wanted," Lois's tone completely heartfelt, despite the robotic motions and crocked look in her eyes.

"Yes, and since you love me you'll do whatever I say, correct?"

She'd already gone through this with her after the first initial spray of pheromones but Ivy felt that it was worth the repetition.

"Strip."

Lois did so, Ivy taking in the dark hair and the way it clung to her body like a vine to a large jungle tree. Moving around the still Lois, Ivy took in the swell of her breasts, the curvy hips, and nodded in appreciation.

Yes, this one was quite the catch.

Moving to her bed, Ivy spread her legs.

"Come lick slave, and take your time doing so."

Ivy started to buck around the fourth time the tongue entered her privates, arching up a bit as she did so.

Who knew Lois Lane's tongue could be used for more than sarcastic remarks and bluster?

///

Harley sat on her bed, bored out of her gourd, when Selina moved closer on all fours, rubbing her face against her thigh.

"What's the matter snookums?"

Selina's voice was cutesy, Harley ordering that she act like the most adorable cat in the world and have a voice to match, so Selina Kyle, once the epitome of independence, was no nothing but a simpering pet for Harley.

"Everything Kitty."

Selina crawled closer then and licked against Harley's cheek.

"I'm here for ya," Selina whispered.

Harley nodded and patted Selina's head, eliciting a deep purr from her pet.

Zatanna got up from the floor where she had been ordered to sleep a few minutes later, white fur glowing under the light bulb overhead.

Harley had wanted a bunny rabbit so Zatanna had become a hybrid between a woman and a bunny, fluffy enough for Harley but still human.

Hopping next to Harley on the bed, opposite of Selina, Zatanna squeezed her naked breasts in front of her mistress.

"Like my boobies?"

Zatanna's intellect, much like Selina's, had been diminished, Harley by far the most intelligent in the room. They couldn't even figure out how to work a doorknob now thanks to Zatanna's magic. The only thing they knew how to work was the remote, the pair often spending time watching cartoons when they weren't making out, having sex with one another, or having sex with Harley.

"They're nice Zee, but Red's got a new pet and I want a new one too!"

"Gonna leave us?" Zatanna asked, starting to sob a bit. Selina was also mewling like a kitten and crying.

"No, no, I'm not going to leave you. You two are the best pets I've ever had! Way better than Bud and Lou!"

That perked the two simpletons up and they both started to pleasure Harley, Harley's sadness over Ivy's refusal earlier vanishing under their talented fingers and even better tongues.

So what if Ivy got stupid Lois Lane?

Harley had her kitty and bunny and that was enough for her!

Huntress/anyone - Rough sex. Preferably with butt plugs involved.

any/any mind reader - _____ might deny that she's into girls, but she can't hide her desires from someone who can read her mind.

Ooooh, niiiice prompt. Although I'm kind of blanking on mind reading characters - the only one I can think of is M'gann, ie Miss Martian. There must be others, surely.

Poison Ivy/any - Poison Ivy decides to make someone fall madly in love with her, and then Ivy proceeds to ignore her just to torment her.

Harley Quinn/Catwoman - both are extremely agile and athletic. They come up with some creative ways to have sex. (Bonus points if the decidedly unathletic Poison Ivy is jealous)

+1.

Huntress/Starling - bullets, arrows, alcohol, vibrators, and a big damn beatdown on Gotham's lowlifes.

Preferably all at the same time.

Future AU. Cass is Batman, Steph is either Batgirl or a Nightwing type character (essentially, they're older)

Roleplay/costume/bondage/penetration kink. Cass, playing Batman, uses a strap on while Steph wears the green panties!Robin costume. Rough with dominance play.

this hits all of the buttons!
second!!!

Diana goes to Gotham looking for Batman. She finds Helena instead.

Wonder Girl and Supergirl swap costumes for kinky funtimes.

+1.

Huntress/Lady Blackhawk/Starling/Poison Ivy - the old Birds of Prey "vs" (if you know what I mean) the new Birds.

Batwoman and the Birds Of Prey end up working the same case. Kate's used to working alone and the Birds tend to be tight-knit, but that doesn't stop there being chemistry between Kate and one (or more) of the Birds.

Can be mission fic or skip right to smut, can be preboot or reboot, absolutely don't mind. I just want to see Kate mixing it up with my fav hero team. :D

Okay, I love this prompt! So many possibilities for different pairings and different fills! I can't even decide who I'd want to see her with most! ♥

Harley gets a vial of experimental alien goo on her. Said goo turns out to be a pheromone that attracts both Kate and Ivy to Harley. What's a clown to do with two attractive redheads who are willing to do anything for her?

Diana/Cassie - Friendly sparring as they relax on Paradise Island.

Because there isn't enough mentor/protege femslash in this fandom, especially not enough in the Wonder family! ;)

Huntress/Black Canary: Dinah and Helena's latest mission involves them mingling at a fancy party. To spice things up, they make a little bet: who can wear the most revealing, sluttiest dress and still manage to make it in? (And what prize does the winner get?)

Huntress/any/Oracle - Huntress doesn't appreciate Oracle's constant wiretapping, so she starts having lots of phone sex with her girlfriend(s), knowing that Oracle is listening.

Helena hated feeling like a bug under a microscope, especially Barbara's microscope. She didn't hate the woman, loved her like a sister in fact, but her wiretapping was getting annoying.

She complained about it openly to her lovers. Dinah suggested ignoring Barbara. Zatanna offered to turn her into a pig.

In the end, Helena went with neither and she outlined her plan under a cone of silence Zatanna called up for the three of them.

///

Barbara has Selina curled up next to her, the thief playing with a bit of loose thread on Barbara's shirt and listening in to her lover's phone taps. Barbara's stroking Selina's short hair and listening in as well.

Helena's voice comes through loud and clear.

"What are you wearing?"

Selina snickers at the expression on Barbara's face and smirks once she hears Dinah's response.

"Just my fish-nets baby, and they're dripping for you."

"How about you Zee?"

"My hat and nothing else, just waiting for your voice to get me going all the way."

By this point, Barbara's eyes are as wide as saucers and Selina's shifted her attention from playing with the thread to her lover.

Those expressions really were a riot.

"What about you babe? What are you wearing?" Zatanna asks.

"Those jean shorts you love so much. I have them unbuttoned and I'm not wearing any panties. My finger...HHHNGGHHH....ooooh, that felt good."

Dinah's moan comes in next, throaty and causing more than a bit of static for a few moments afterwards.

Zatanna's next, her moan seeming to fill the listener's, magically enhanced as it was and after it passes, Selina's nipples are hard.

A quick glance at her girlfriend shows that Barbara's are as well.

"What would you do with me if I was with you two right now?"

"I'd spank you, as hard as you want it. I'd make you scream my name. You wouldn't be able to cum until I said so," Dinah murmured.

Helena squeals at that, moaning and groaning shortly afterwards.

Zatanna replies after giving a light moan of her own, imagining Dinah's dominant side.

"I'd make it so that you could only cum when I touched you. You'd be completely at my mercy, mewling like a weak kitten, pawing at me like a dog. Then I'd shrink you and let you go exploring in my folds and, if you were a really good girl, let you go deeper than that."

Helena's panting now, deep, throaty pants, and she cums with a suddenness that is surprising, letting loose the deepest moan she can and screaming both Dinah and Zatanna's names.

"Barbara, I hope you enjoyed the show. Stop wiretapping us or I'll quit the Birds, understand?"

"Yes," Barbara replies.

"Good, Zee, can you teleport Dinah and I to your bed?"

"Of course babe. Barbara, this is for you."

Zatanna mutters something then and Selina darts off her girlfriend, but holds her hand, her green eyes widening as she takes in what Zatanna's done to her.

Barbara's new snout oinks loudly and her big belly droops downward, her skin now as piggish as her snout and, it's soon revealed, her ears.

"Looks like Zee will be busy until tomorrow but don't worry Babs, I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks," Barbara mutters, snorting and oinking a bit afterwards.

Selina nods and gets back on her lap, cuddling close as Barbara shuts off her computer.

Cats are, by nature, aloof. Independent. Everything with a cat, comes by HER terms. Anon wants snippets of CW reminiscing of her sexing up all the myriad hotties in her own personal harem (basically, all the main girls in the Bat-Verse: ie. Harley, Ivy, Batgirl, Talia, any others of write!anon's choice). Sometimes it's nice to come home to her OWN bed, for a change.

bp: who's her favorite? why?

Selina Kyle had two rules when it came to those special meetings with the rest of Gotham's cape and cowl crowd. The first was that if they didn't know each other under the masks, then the masks stayed on. The second was that it didn't mean anything and she went home afterward.

She enjoyed sleeping alone. Selina hated sharing her bed with anyone because she couldn't sleep through a pin dropping, much less someone tossing and turning next to her. Sure, she'd shared her bed with people when she had to; in her line of work, it wasn't always a choice. Sometimes you were stuck in a cramped room with one mattress and two accomplices. Sometimes, she even shared her bed with someone because she genuinely liked them. There was Batman, Slam, Dinah, but she always left them eventually. She was much too fickle to be tied down.

Selina much preferred the “tap it and leave it” approach when it came to sexual relations. She wished there was some kind of directory to Gotham's high fliers that she could look someone up in, but for being one of the biggest cities in America, Gotham was incredibly small when it came to her crowd. She'd put on her leathers, jump out the window, and run into someone.

Selina zipped up her suit and hoped it would be someone fun.

Who did she want tonight?

She heard Harley Quinn was out of Arkham lately. She could always count on Harley to be a fun fuck, all energy and stamina. Harley was a real freak in bed. So energetic, and she was a screamer. A loud screamer. And so eager to please, clingy girl that she was. If Selina ever wanted to wear herself out, Harley was her girl.

But Harley had a little bit too much energy and too much stamina. She was still ready and eager and far from done by the time Selina had come herself dry and just wanted to sleep. Great if she just wanted to go until she couldn't take it anymore, but Harley was more trouble that she was worth in the end.

Still, Selina wouldn't complain if Harley ended up being her companion tonight. She could use that kind of release.

There was also Harley's partner in crime Poison Ivy. Now there was someone who knew how to please a woman. Selina could get off on Ivy's voice alone, all low and throaty and filled with honey. And the taste of her, Selina couldn't describe it. There was something about taste, maybe it came from her physiology or maybe something else, but Selina could get hot and wet just thinking about it.

Ivy was all moans and caresses and softness; she felt like a woman who never worked a day in her life, no scabs or hardness on her fingers, nothing. Unlike the rest of the Gotham crowd, Ivy didn't often exert herself. Why would she, when she could make plants or men do it all for her? And speaking of plants, there were those delightful vines. Ivy was a thing of endless beauty and endless sexuality and may have been the best fuck of Selina's life.

And the most dangerous. Just thinking about her made Selina want to pull the zipper all the way down her catsuit and stick her hand in her panties, but she knew that's what Ivy did. She made people fall for her, made people want her until she was the only thing in their world. Hell, she might not even be as good as Selina remembers, maybe she just made everyone think she was that good. Those pheromones were a dangerous thing and Selina could lose herself too easily in the woman.

Of course, she always did love danger. The chance that she might not make it back had her licking her lips, and wishing Ivy was licking her other lips.

Maybe she should avoid Ivy for now. The mood she was in, Selina might not be able to resist her.

Selina and Babs have had a sexual relationship since Babs' Batgirl days, when Selina took the first step and decided both women were better off without their respective Batman-crush. But now that the Joker has paralyzed Babs, she can't feel anything below the waist, no matter what Selina does, or how hard she tries. I want some angsty h/c, possibly tears.

Selina isn't much for candy hearts and sweet nothings but can a confession and a little magic help change that?

Selina Kyle always managed to be the most beautiful woman in the room. On her best day, she could give Wonder Woman a run for her money. Zatanna couldn't believe that she was the one that Selina chose to to spend the evening with.

“I thought you and Bruce were an item,” Selina said, leaning forward on the table, the neckline of her dress falling to expose more of her cleavage, “So why are spending the evening with me?”

“I could say the same to you.”

“Fair enough,” Selina laughed. She set her purse down, and Zatanna knew it was either full of “liberated” items or it soon would be. “I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of this kind of romantic gesture. I came to see all the fancy rich people and their jewelry.”

“I know,” Zatanna said, gesturing towards the restaurant, a fancy upscale place with dim lighting from expensive chandeliers. It was a rotating restaurant on one of Gotham's tallest spires, granting a gorgeous view of the city lights below, shining in the night. “Why do you think I picked this place? Because I knew it would make you come.”

Selina laughed. “Well, at least you didn't bring flowers and candy hearts.”

“I thought about it. Almost did. I can conjure some up if you want.”

Selina shook her head, “No, I was never much for that kind of thing.”

“Didn't think you were.”

The two of them were getting quite a few stares. Zatanna expected it, and she knew Selina did, too. Two beautiful women, alone at a romantic restaurant, on the day associated with lovers? One of the reasons Zatanna asked Selina instead of Bruce was because of the stares. Sure, Bruce Wayne would draw a lot of attention, but not the kind Selina and Zatanna together would draw.

Her showmanship and love of the spotlight won out.

Plus, Selina would make things a lot more fun when Zatanna did this.

She leaned forward, the two meeting in the middle of the small, round table, just above the red candle and flowers set in the center. She kissed Selina's lips quickly before sliding her mouth to her kitten's ear, whispering a single word in her sexiest voice.

“Ynroh.”

Zatanna/any - someone is badly injured. Zatanna heals her with sex magic.

Zatanna is walking home after a show, flush with the roar of the crowd, when she happens to glance down an alleyway.

There, struggling to get to her feet, is a woman in a red and black costume, blood flowing from a nasty wound on her stomach, the woman's hands feebly attempting to stem the gore gushing out of her.

Zatanna runs to her in an instant, stopping the bleeding with a spell and rendering the woman unconscious. It's a start but more work is definitely needed.

With a quick word, the pair are away from the alley and in Zatanna's Gotham home.

///
Setting the young woman on the bed, Zatanna knows who she is about to heal. But that doesn't stop her from starting the magic, a wave of healing energy flying from her hand.

Harley opens her eyes then and sees her most serious wound close, the skin knitting together, no scar remaining. Her blood pumps faster, arousal setting in and she moans lightly.

"What are you...doing to me?"

The magician smiled gently down at the woman, removing her top hat and allowing her long black hair to fall where it may. "I'm healing you Harley and with more than just bandages and ointments."

The magic encompasses all of Harley after Zatanna says this, Harley's center burning, juices dripping, body arching upwards.

Zatanna smiles when she hears Harley moan, takes a flailing hand and places it on her own privates, Harley taking the large hint and piercing Zatanna with her digits.

Zatanna's moan is like a blanket to Harley, wrapping around her and keeping her safe. She feels the phantom pain of old injuries from Joker leaving her, her head aching as the magic sears into her, undoing the psychological damage, the obsessiveness, the victimization instilled in her from years of abuse and abandonment.

Both burst at the same time, Harley's strength giving out and collapsing into Zatanna's open arms.

///

Harleen opens her eyes, blinking against the sun that's beaming from overhead, finding herself surrounded by white sheets.

Getting out of bed, she wanders out of the room to find Zatanna behind the island of a kitchen, a coffeepot singing, the magician smiling as she saw her.

"Good morning Harley."

"It's Harleen and...thank you."

Zatanna's smile sends shivers through the woman's spine and she moves closer, a bit hesitant as she places her hand on top of Zatanna's.

"What was last night to you?" the blond murmurs.

Zatanna looks her in the eyes then and Harleen feels the mage's other hand on top of her own, a strong squeeze and approaching lips more than enough of an answer as Harleen meets those lips and kisses her deeply, the coffeepot starting to sing.

Because there isn't enough Checkmate fic out there.

Beatriz has apologized, she has been punished, she does not feel she should spend the rest of her life seeking forgiveness. So there must be another reason she finds herself in Sasha's bed, legs spread and back arched, utterly submissive to the Black Queen's touch.

Attempting to prove she's no bimbo, Harley is working on improving her Pudding's SmileX when Cass and Steph burst in and bust things up. Only thanks to Harl's experimentation it's not SmileX any more, it's FetishXXX.

Harley and the two Batgirls develop desires they desperately need the others to help them satisfy RIGHT NOW. Cass can read the body language of the other two and knows exactly what they want. Harley's a gymnast and so very flexible. What's Steph bringing to the party?