Author's Notes: PLEASE READ: Okay so a little note about what this collection is. It's a collection of smuts featuring the characters of Doctor Who (probably mostly Amy and Clara but others maybe too) interracting with the characters of another fandom I write about (probably mostly Marvel and DC). More than that though, it's a co-writers project. So each chapter will hopefully be in some way worked on with a different writer, so if you're interested in getting involved, or have a story idea, or want a chance to co-write something with me, then please get in touch. The more detail you can provide with ideas, or the more involved you're willing to be, the more likely it is that the project will get done in a shorter timeframe. I'm not able to check on all the time so please be patient waiting for a response, but I do reply to all messages I get, so you will get a reply whenever I am next online. Thank you, and I hope to hear from some of you amazing people soon, and obviously readers, please let me know what you think of each chapter in the reviews, and enjoy the show!
This first story is a crossover between Nightwing and Amy Pond. The concept/idea for the story came from YoungSamurai18. Written up by Cables.
Night had fallen on Gotham. Normally, the streets would still be bustling with crime, but that wasn't the case tonight. It was awake, but with something different. Something new. The familiar sound of manic laughter was accompanied by the clanking of metal boots taking the city by storm. And lost and alone on these streets was a young redhead currently fleeing from the robotic men.
Amy Pond raced around a corner, desperate to escape. She knew aliens, she'd met the worst of the worst, but she'd never seen a monster like him. She'd do anything to escape the Clown in Gotham. Unfortunately, the turn proved to be her mistake and she found herself at a dead end. She turned to dart back the way she came but it was blocked now. A squad of Cybermen stood barring her only exit, metal bodies reflecting the glistening moonlight. Amy swallowed hard and closed her eyes in acceptance and defeat.
The robotic warriors moved towards her, arms extended, fingers sizzling with electricity. "You will be upgraded." Flat monotone voices sounded through the alley. "Didn't anyone teach you tin cans to respect a lady?" A voice echoed in reply. The Cybermen halted. Amy cracked her eyes open. A figure dressed in black and blue dropped down in front of her, grin spread across his face, dark messy hair blowing in the breeze. She could have sworn he even winked at her. Dick Grayson had a thing for redheads. He also had the finest bottom Amy Pond had ever seen.
"Delete!" The Cybermen called out in chorus, their outstretched arms producing guns, aimed and ready to fire. The squad leader fired first, a red light zipping through the air towards the newcomer. Nightwing's eyes narrowed. In one swift movement he dived out of the path of the laser blast, pulled Amy to the floor to keep her safe, and dropped a small silver ball to the ground between them and their attackers. Electricity crackled from the ball, blasting into each of the Cybermen in turn like chain lightning. The Cybermen screamed, a hollow noise, and one by one they slumped forwards, deactivated. "I'll have to thank Bruce for that later," Dick muttered, before spinning round to help Amy to her feet.
Amy took a second to catch her breath, still gripping the stranger's hand, "Who..?" she started to ask. "Nightwing," he answered confidently as if that was actually a name. Amy raised an eyebrow. "You don't actually expect me to call you that, do you?" Dick looked slightly hurt but it didn't stop him retorting, "depends, what do I get to call you?" Amy looked him up and down, a mischievous glint in her eye: "whatever you like…" she muttered to herself. "Amy," she told him, "Amy Pond." He grinned: "nice to meet you Amy Amy Pond…"
Amy shook her head slightly, then her eyes met his. "I…" she stumbled over the words, "thanks for saving me," she admitted quietly. He smiled, warmly, kind. "My pleasure," he said, touching her arm gently. Amy didn't like to show vulnerability, or really any emotion of any kind. Her defence mechanisms snapped back into place, and her Scottish accent grew thicker as it always did when she was flirting to avoid a problem: "I have to ask: can that butt look any better than in those tights?"
Dick grinned, replying cockily: "I don't really see how…" Amy licked her lips and stepped a little closer to him: "I think I can…" Dick raised an eyebrow, looking just a little bit nervous as she pressed her hand to his chest, and let out a quiet Scottish purr: "… out of those tights."
Their lips danced as they met, smashing together into a passionate kiss as they stumbled into a hotel room together. The clown and the metal men could wait. They already had the Batman and the Doctor to contend with. The night was theirs. This beautiful Scottish redhead. This Amy Pond. The night was hers.
Within seconds of the door clicking shut they were on the bed. Dick pinned Amy down beneath him, stretching her arms up above her head, and holding her wrists down firmly. Amy was already going mad with lust beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her lips still attached to his. She moaned slightly as his tongue pushed past her lips and began to duel with her own.
Their eyes met as the kiss broke, and Amy smirked. "Got any more fun toys we could play with?" she asked, the word still lingering on her lips as her eyes shot dirty thoughts into his. "What did you have in mind?" he cocked his head to the side with a friendly smile. "Oh, I don't know…" she pretended to think but she already knew what she wanted, "doesn't every crime fighter have handcuffs?"
As he released her hands, she shrugged off her brown jacket, tossing it aside, before offering him her hands once more. He held up the promised handcuffs with a grin.
The restraints clicked into place neatly around the redheads wrists. He didn't need to pin her down anymore, the handcuffs kept her bound to the bed, arms still stretched up above her head. She wriggled, testing out their grip, and found there was no escape until he chose to release her. Just what she wanted. "Well then," Amy looked up at him, biting down gently on her bottom lip seductively, "what are you going to do to me?"
She felt him grip her ankles, holding them in place now. "First thing's first…" he said quietly, and she felt him pulling her shoes from her feet and discarding them on the floor, "let's get you out of those clothes…" Amy writhed as he tugged at her tights, rolling them down slowly from beneath her denim skirt, and sliding them down past her ankles and off her toes. His hands started to run up and down her long pale legs, massaging them gently. Amy whined softly.
The silk-like skin of Amy's long luscious legs was very sensitive. The truth was that was why she wore the short shorts and skirts all the time. To draw attention to her legs. Because then she knew, that the men she took to bed would already be drawn to them, and her legs would be guaranteed the attention they so craved and quickly. Dick was no exception. The way he worked his hands up and down her calves, and the way he squeezed and worked her softly fleshly thighs in his grasp was almost unbearable. The stream of moans he evoked from the redhead with his movements told him he was doing well. Amy wondered if the dark haired young man had been trained in this as well as fighting crime, since she was fairly confident this was the best she'd ever felt.
She felt his lips press against her left ankle, and her eyes fluttered shut. Slowly he worked his way up her left leg with his mouth, planting kisses into her skin as he went. She couldn't help but shuffle beneath him, feeling his tongue dancing against the smooth sensitive skin of her thigh. Then he repeated the operation on her right leg, taking just as much care to tease her with his wet tongue. Then he gripped her inner thighs once more, rubbing his hands up and down then, and making her whimper.
Her legs had been lifted up onto his shoulders, bending so her calves pressed against his back. His hands and tongues were attacking the inside and underside of her thighs, and edging ever closer to her small black panties beneath the blue skirt. She felt him pushing her legs up further and further until her ankles were pinned up by her cuffed wrists. "Now that's what I call a view," she heard him laugh. She gasped with mock indignation. He grinned back at her.
Suddenly he let her go though, and she slumped back down to a lying position, legs flat on the bed. She felt him grip her hips though, and with a gasp, Amy was flipped onto her front. He lifted her up onto her knees, her bound wrists still keeping her prostrate. She felt his left hand come down to rest on the small of her back gently. Her breathing hastened. Then his right hand smacked into her rear, the palm of his hand striking her right buttock harshly.
Amy didn't know if the noise she let out betrayed how much she enjoyed a good spanking or not, but he didn't show any signs of stopping. His hand slapped her ass over and over, alternating cheeks each time, getting harder with each impact. Dick had always had a thing for redheads, but he also had a thing for shining red bottoms too.
Amy felt him tug her ankles, so she went from her knees to lying flat, then he repositioned her, so she was stretched across his lap. His fingers snuck up the backs of her thighs once more and trickled underneath her skirt. Her pale blue panties slowly crept down until her butt was nude beneath the skirt. Amy took a deep breath as he rolled the denim skirt up out of the way, leaving her rear end exposed.
Smack. His hand crashed into her ass even harder than before and Amy cried out. Thwack. The second blow as just as ferocious. Slap. Her ass trembled at the impact as he spanked her over and over. The crack of his hand against her rear echoed throughout the room, sounding like a whip. Amy could feel his erection growing, pressing up against her stomach, as her whole body trembled and shook against his with each slap.
Her ass was already bright red and stinging, but he kept going, each spank harder than the last still. The last couple might just have been the hardest he ever hit anything. Tears were welling in the redhead's eyes, but she was determined not to show weakness. "One more for luck," she heard him whisper in her ear, and his voice was warm and friendly. She braced herself. The next moment felt like it happened in slow motion as the palm of his hand came down on her soft reddening butt-cheeks, that even with the handcuffs restraining her, she leapt into the air in shock and practically rolled off his lap. He grabbed her hips instinctively to hold her in place, and for a moment everything was still, allowing Amy to catch her breath.
Slowly and gently he rolled Amy onto her back, so she was looking up at him. He could see how heavy her breathing had become, but he wasn't done with the sexy redhead yet. His fingers curled around the hem of her shirt, and he started to plant kisses up her smooth flat stomach as he rolled her shirt upwards. It was a pale blue shirt that fitted her form nicely, and didn't cover her shoulders, which Dick thought was a bit risky in the cold of the night even with a jacket, but then this was the girl in a miniskirt so…
Amy let out a soft sigh, feeling the contrast between the gentle kisses he was placing up her chest now, compared to the rough spanking of just a few moments ago. His tongue danced on her navel, searching it thoroughly, and Amy couldn't stop herself from wriggling beneath him slightly in response. He just grinned up at her. Slowly her top was lifted more and more, working its way further up her body. Once they were revealed, he paused for a second to admire Amy's breasts, heaving on her chest, trying desperately to break free of her bra. His hands clasped the soft mounds and squeezed gently through the fabric, feeling their laboured breathing through the palms of his hands. Then, he returned to the shirt.
Amy didn't protest as her top was balled up around her arms and then up past her chin and settled over her eyes as a blindfold. He adjusted it slightly to make sure it covered both of her eyes, and then, once he was satisfied, he planted a quick cheeky kiss on Amy's lips which she returned enthusiastically.
She felt his hands fumbling their way around her sides and slipping underneath her back, to wrestle with the clasp of her bra. It unclasped easily for him, which told her she was experienced with the manoeuvre. Then she felt his fingers pinch her erect nips without warning, making the redhead squeak. She heard him chuckle. Then she felt his tongue breeze along the pointed tips of her breasts teasingly.
Dick then leant back to admire her smooth beautiful body. She was lying there now in just her skirt, which had been rolled up to be practically nothing. He grinned. His fingers tiptoed their way back to that skirt and slipped underneath it. Amy writhed as she felt him pressing against her entrance. Then she moaned as two fingers pushed their way inside.
Amy did her best to keep control of herself, but blinded by her own shirt, she couldn't even see what he was about to do to each time. His fingers thrust in and out of her wet cunt with tremendous force, and she could literally feel him grinning down at her as he fingered her. She struggled as he tried to force another finger inside her, but he was in control and soon there were three roaming the inside of her pussy. Amy was gasping for breath as his fingers blasted her pussy mercilessly.
Then just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. Amy took a deep breath, wondering what he was planning. She could feel his breath against her skin getting lower and lower on her body. His hands grasped the inside of her thighs tightly, his thumbs stroking the soft flesh, making the redhead already start to tremble. Then she felt something wet against her entrance. It was his tongue. With a slight chuckle as the only warning, Dick's head dropped between her legs and set to work on her snatch.
Amy's hips bucked beneath the oral onslaught. She was already a sweaty trembling mess when he started, and this only increased that situation. Her legs flailed wildly in the air, and he made no effort to stop them. Any semblance of control over herself Amy had managed to keep earlier was gone now. She was lost in the movements of his tongue inside her. She felt his lips wrap around her clitoris and start to suck gently, driving her even more crazy. She whimpered as the edge of his teeth grazed her clit. Then his soft wet tongue engulfed it.
She was still trembling when he withdrew. His eyes washed over his conquest, filled with lust for the feisty Scottish redhead. Amy lay there, cuffed to the bed and blindfold, waiting for his next move. It seemed like hours before she felt his touch on her again. He was lay down on top of her and she could feel he was naked now. Their skin pressed tightly against each other, and his hands cupped her cheeks pulling her into a long deep passionate kiss. Only when they broke the kiss apart did Amy hear him speak again: "I'm going to fuck your ass."
Amy gulped as she felt him left her ankles into the air and rest them on his shoulders. The tip of his cock pressed against her tight smooth ass, pushing its way inside slowly. "God you're tight…" she heard him mutter as the head of his cock managed to thrust inside. His hands were already on her legs, massaging the soft flesh gently as he moved further and further inside her. "Don't worry," he grinned down at her, "I'll soon loosen you up…"
Amy shrieked as with one rough thrust he slammed the rest of his dick into her rear end. Her ass cheeks were still red and sore from the earlier spanking. He paused for a moment, throbbing inside her, then he started to rock back and forth. Amy was a whimpering mess now, having never felt so taken before. She couldn't even see him as he began to pound into her ass with enough force to make the whole bed shake. The bed creaked loudly beneath them as he drilled her ass with his penis, which felt even bigger than she had imagined. 7 or 8 inches were nailing her ass onto that bed.
His hands were roaming her legs once more, heightening her arousal, and every now and then they'd slip all the way down to her butt and give whichever cheek they found a short sharp slap before retreating up to her soft sensitive thighs again. Amy wasn't screaming anymore – she didn't have the breath. She was gulping for air and panting and whimpering as he pounded into her ass relentlessly.
She felt him pull out of her, and she slumped down, gasping for breath. He released her legs and let them drop back down to the bed. Then he positioned himself over her, and she felt him pressing against her pussy. She also felt him tugging the shirt up over her head completely, so she could see again. He looked tired, which was a relief. She was beginning to wonder if he was super-human. She also saw his face without his mask for the first time. His eyes were beautiful. And right now, they were filled with desperate lust for her. He kissed her. "It's okay," she whispered into his ear, sensing what he wanted to hear, "let's finish this…"
He thrust into her vagina, getting deeper and deeper inside her until he was as embedded as possible. Then he repeated the slow rocking he had performed in her ass, his actions growing to a fast, hard pounding before too long. Amy's legs wrapped around his waist, egging him on with how tightly she was grasping him. His hands ran up and down her forearms, massaging him then, while his lips were pressed firmly into hers. Dick and Amy almost lost their minds in the passionate embrace, they could have stayed like that for the rest of their lives if they'd let themselves. He was screwing her pussy with enough force that Amy had to break the kiss every few seconds to moan out before her caught her lips with his own again each time.
It was Dick who cried out louder, breaking off the kiss once more, when he felt himself finishing inside her. Amy shook, and let out a squeak of her own, but most of the air from her lungs had been used up earlier. They both lay there in each other's arms. Amy could feel how wet he was downstairs – multiple orgasms had passed through her in the past few minutes with such frequency she could hardly distinguish between them.
He rolled over to lie next to her, and after a second to catch his breath, he retrieved the key to the handcuffs, releasing Amy's wrists. Amy rubbed them slightly, then she discarded her top and skirt completely, so she could lie there naked, just like him. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her too him. She snuggled into her with a smile. "Never did get your real name…" she purred in her seductive Scots accent. "That's a shame," he grinned back, and she lightly punched him in the arm. "Dick Grayson," he answered, and she smiled. "Thanks for saving me," Amy's eyes drifted shut as she melted into the warmth of his hug. "My pleasure," he let his own eyes fall closed too and they lay there together, listening to the sound of the other's heartbeat. "I'm really glad I met you."
