#dc characters

Still obessed with the batblob lol

Dick, punching the shit outta two face: oh shit B, I never told you I like boys. And girls

Two face: wtf

Batman: Harvey are you.....homophobic?

Two face: WHAT!? No dude, but why did that pop into Robin's head while he was beating the shit outta me???

Dick: shrugs

Batman: Whatever, Robin I support you unconditionally

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Jason, having just revealed that he is back from the dead, and is , in fact, red hood

Jason: Also I'm gay

Dick: wow. Shocker.

Jason: shut up you fag

Batman: Hood, don't call Nightwing that slur.

Jason: who tf do you think U are?? My dad??

Batman: I'm just glad ur back and I support you.

Jason: hell no old man- (his back from the dead rant/speech continues)

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Tim, seconds after crashing the bat mobile

Tim: I'm bi.

Batman: I support you, but what does this have to do with you crashing the bat mobile?

Tim: if you punish me your homophobic.

Dick: dam he got you there B

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Damian, turning to Bruce while they're patrolling on rooftops

Damian: Father, I like boys and I'm dating Jon Kent

Batman: Alright I suppo- JON KENT!?!?

Damian: yes.

Batman: I-ive let you have sleepovers with your BOYFRIEND????? OH UR SO GROUNDED

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Cass, hanging upside down as batgirl

Cass: I like girls

Batman: I support you

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Steph, yelling from the other side of an alley

Steph: B! IM BI

Batman: Cool.

Steph: Really? That's it?

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when people age, they normally become less attractive than they were. but jason? oh, your husband aged like fine wine

“attagirl” he grunted, meeting his hips with yours, thanks to his slightly calloused grip on your hips. “suckin’ me in like she doesn’t wanna let go.” his large cock was practically drilling in your tight pussy, the thrusts so lewd it could be considered sinful to hear 

truth be told, you didn’t want to let go— hell, you even orchestrated the entire situation. it’s been a long long time since jason fucked you mean, and all you had to do was place everything together for him to take the bait

some people called it crazy, you called it priorities. and that meant having it from the back 

“j-jay- mmph!” your moans and whines were muffled due to your face being buried in the pillows, feeling your saliva spread the pillowcase and the sheets wrinkle under you and jason’s bodies. “big… so big”

“you asked for this, sweetheart.” you could practically hear the dazed smirk from his lips. “you can take it, yeah? you always—have” a moan left both from him and yours when he brushes a spot in your walls that made you clench over him tighter than you already were

he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his large chest now pressed against your back. “don’t give up on me now, gorgeous” he kissed the back of your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck, a muffled groan of your name leaving his lips. “jesus, this never gets old”

yup, fineeeeee wine 

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(a/n: when i realized that i never wrote for dilf jason, i had to get to work. this took me like 5-10 mins to write lol so not proofread)

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"y-you're gonna kill me, sweetie... freakin' kill me..." clark groaned above you, his hips ramming into you like never before as your legs bounced on his shoulders.

clark kent was a possessive man and he knew it. it was in his kryptonian genes, he swears! he can't control the moan that slips out when he successfully marks you with his scent, or the hand that sneaks into the crook of your back in public settings. he tries to, but he can't.

and you know it. you know it so well that you wanted to mess around with it.

and it was only natural for clark to fuck your brains out when he saw the "C" anklet you had on when you came home today.

it got to him, truly. it got to him because he marked you, because you're his and you're showing it off. because now the entire world knows that you, his beloved, belong to him.

he kisses your anklet, his eyes narrowed and uncharacteristically dark. "you're too cute... way too cute f'me, hmm..." and he pecs and pecs, his soft lips contrasting with the force of his thrusts, fucking into you like it's the only way for him to breath. and it might aswell be.

"c-clark, i– ah—! ohh... shit, fuck.." you couldn't even form proper sentences, your lips wobbling at the sensation of him knocking at your cervix. he so desperately wanted to claim you, fully and inside out, and the cute jewelry you had on your ankle was definitely helping.

his heavy balls tightened everytime it reflected the light, shining like the most precious of diamonds. "mine.. all mine..." he mumbled before he nibbled at the "C", his eyebrows bending in pleasure as he neared his end. his pace quickened while one of his hands migrated to your clit, rubbing tight circles to get you off.

you mewled, back arching when you felt the heat of his digits on your bud. the sight of him, blushing and drooling, utterly drunk on his possession—drunk on you—had you quickly approaching your climax, but it's when the first rope of his cum slipped its way into your womb that you finally let go.

you both cried out in your orgasms, his cock twitching with every pulse of your cunt, hips sporadically fucking his seed into you.

"mine, mine... mineminemine—" he chanted, as if repeating it would make it any more true than it already was.