It was a slow night and Zinda found herself standing around with nothing to do. The Birds of Prey were on a mission in Old Gotham, but they didn't need a pilot, so she was stuck at home, babysitting Blackfire in her isolation cell. Even Barbara was going off to hack into a physically isolated computer system from her battle van. Zinda couldn't help thinking...
Every time he gripped a webline, every time his fingers extended to clutch a wall and haul him up a building, Peter felt the ring on his finger. And he knew that there was another, just like it, on Mary Jane's finger. He goddamn loved it. He was going to be a good husband, a good man, one day—a good father. Another flick of his wrist; he let momentum whip h...
I think we're in a smutty fic, the little yellow caption box read. Wanda Wilson, the mercenary also known as Lady Deadpool despite being in parallel universe where there was no male Deadpool and the title itself not being gender-specific, felt inclined to argue. "Nah, what if we're in a crackfic?" The only crack in this fic is the only that's about to ge...
The next few weeks went on with compromised peace. Barbara went about her daily and nightly routines with the lack of drama she would've expected of losing her virginity. Before it'd actually happened and proven so overwhelming that she dreamed of it every time she slept. When she did sleep. Batman was curt with her when they spoke, which was as rare as her...
"You know," Frost said in the real world, sitting beside Iris, "when we recorded this, Caity was only allowed to come with my strap-on up her ass. We still mostly gets off that way, but since then, I really haven't been able to resist fingering Caitlin. Let alone eating that pussy. You can't imagine the taste. Better than anything, Iris. I would rather taste...
Scott Summers walked through the Xavier Mansion lost in thought. The science was conclusive; everyone from Reed Richards to Bruce Banner agreed. The biggest threat facing mutants wasn't Sentinels or Inhumans, it was falling birth rates. That was true across the board, of course, but while flatscan humans could survive going without middle children, such a d...
The only plant life for miles were the flecks caught in the desert's jaws. Wherever Ivy had ended up—it could've been the Mojave or Sahara but for the two suns—she was utterly alone. Even when Harley had left her, run back to Mistah J, she'd still had the Green. Now she only had the fool's gold of sand in the blistering sunlight. And she'd been the fool, g...
Ivy nearly passed out the moment she laid her head down. Her brain was too tired of absorbing all that it had taken in. Plot and counterplot and revelation, all demanding to be made sense of. It was too much for her. Too much for anyone. And resolving to be Batman's—Bruce's—it was like a ten-ton load off her back. No more frenetic scheming and then preempti...
A/N: All characters are over 18. I made it! Misfit thought excitedly. She'd pretty much given up on her ugly duckling phase being over. Not that she didn't think she was cute, but compared to Dinah, Helena, even Ms. Gordon who sat in a wheelchair all day? She was just a petite little ginger with way too many freckles, a souvenir T-shirt, and a cape she'd...
Her Spider left hurriedly after he'd realized what he'd done. So fast he didn't realize that she'd slipped a tracking device onto him. Felicia followed at a distance, his cum still wet on her body, and found him finally slip into a cramped apartment through the skylight, ripping off his clothes and urgently putting the costume under running water. Leaving it...