#dc dilf

[marvelsgirl616]

HANDS!!!!

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Collection of “I’m Robin and being Robin gives me magic!”

Part 1 | Part 2 of Ghost Jason Series

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

dan mora art appreciation post

[reginalusus]

Might have to click for detail.

Terrible and fucked up AU where after Harvey kills Jason's dad for being a dick, he becomes his new dad(s). (This is just an excuse to draw Harvey with baby Jason).

Bluesky Ko-Fi

[mariswxt]

—————————————— DILF.ᐟDICK THOUGHTS, ANYONEᝰ.ᐣ

CLEAR BLUE SKIES AND THE GOLDEN SUN did nothing to lessen the difficulty of putting on sunscreen with a wriggling two year old daughter demanding your attention. You loved Jordan, of course you did, but since she was a mama’s girl it was hard to spend two minutes to yourself without her squealing for you, and with her chubby cheeks and sweet giggle, you felt like you’d go to hell if you refused.

Ah, kids, they can be devils and angels at the same time.

“She still being a lil’ siren?” Your neighbour and best friend, Cassie, smiled, sitting down next to you on the multiple beach towels you’d set out, in between you being Jordan, who was babbling random things while making a sandcastle. “How ‘bout I take care of her for a while? So you can get your freak on with a guy I found for you.”

Oh, again?

Cassie had been in the big business lately of being your matchmaker, but you didn’t think anyone could possibly be that welcoming to a woman with a two year old and who’s also in her twenties. Just didn’t seem to fit. So you rolled your eyes and groaned again, pulling the hem of your cami dress down before you leaned back on your hands.

“Cass, I don’t think we should do this dance again.” You sighed, adjusting your sunglasses and stroking Jordan’s hair as she babbled about ‘pretty princesses’. “Last time it—”

“— didn’t end well, I know, but trust me this time!”

“You said that last time.”

“Ugh, wait, hear me out.” She straightened up, dusting her hands down. “Look, he’s new to the neighbourhood, but he’s, like, the eligible bachelor. He’s so hot, so hot, so if you won’t get with him, I will. Go on, look.” She placed her hand on top of your head to turn it.

Your reflex was to protest, as your head was forcefully turned like it was some sort of fucking doorknob. “Cassie Rhodes, I don’t— holy… shit.”

Oh, mama.

Your eyes were slapped with the sight of the sexiest man you’d ever seen— and all thought flew from your brain except from what you wanted that man to do to you. Seems like your upstairs brain and downstairs finally came to an agreement here.

He was about 5’ 10”, from what you could see, with messed up black hair, eyes hidden behind hot sunglasses, a jawline that could cut steel and pink lips stretched into a grin. Not to mention how you could see every glorious muscle glow under the influence of the sun and sunblock all over every inch of skin you could see. The washboard abs made your teeth catch your bottom lip between them, the biceps made your mouth water and mind conjure up dirty things, the veins in that very defined forearm and football in his hand which he then threw to a guy who seemed to be either a friend or his brother.

You didn’t care, your brain was no longer functioning, oh, Lord help your soul.

“Cassie,” You breathed, a grin slowly spreading on your face, “you’re a genius.”

You didn’t know what it was about him that made you act like a horny teenager— yeah, no, you knew exactly what it was, it was his everything. As if it wasn’t enough, your eyes picked up a little girl running towards him on unsteady legs on sand, and when she reached him, he scooped her up with a laugh and a kiss to her forehead.

Men and children. Mayday, hot men and children.

“Sweetie, I give you Phoenix’s latest eligible bachelor… DICK GRAYSON.” Cassie giggled, patting your shoulder, but you didn’t listen, your ears were filled with static, staring at the way his abs rippled when he threw the football, how he occasionally bit his lip with those pearly whites which flooded your mouth with drool, and the swim trunks weren’t helping either. Also how there was a little girl that looked like Jordan running up to him— Jordan was running up to him?

You gasped, scrambling to stand up as Jordan hugged Dick’s leg, earning a small look of surprise. “Oh, shit, shit!” But just as you were about to reach Jordan, scoop her up and tell her not to hug a stranger’s leg, but the little shit ran out of the way just in time and sent you barrelling straight into the man of your wet dreams.

“Woah, there.” Fuck, that is one hot voice. Two strong hands steadied you, and as you looked up, you saw blue eyes behind pushed down sunglasses. “You ok, sweetheart?”

Hot damn. Despite actually getting the breath knocked out of him, the moment he laid eyes on you, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were gorgeous, with the stunning swelled body that usually came as a sign of pregnancy (and he was digging it), sunglasses and a cami dress that kind of had him flicking his eyes down the neckline of it. You were a MILF, if he ever saw one, and it had him salivating and running his eyes over every individual dip, curve, and imagining what it’d be like to bury his head between those stunning thighs.

Whew, that’s one hot mama.

Those pregnancy curves really did it for him, and he had to press his tongue between his teeth to hold back a whistle, nodding faintly. Oh, what he wouldn’t do for your number, dear Lord.

“I’m ok.” You first breathed out, then cleared your throat cause you didn’t want to seem pathetic. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about Jordan, she can be a loveable pain.”

“Loveable pain? I know the type.” He gestured to where a little girl who looked like his carbon copy was playing with a tall dude with a tuft of platinum hair at the front. “That’s my Skylar, but we call her Sky. Also a little troublemaker.” He held his hand out, but like in a palm-facing-up moment, not a firm handshake moment. “M’name’s Dick, darlin’. Dick Grayson.”

You probably told him your name, all you were focused on was plopping your hand in his— oh, God, he probably thought you were a crazy person. But instead of shaking it like ‘one of the boys’ would, he lifted your hand to his mouth and… and he kissed the knuckle.

You knew who you’d be touching yourself to tonight.

“S’ a pleasure to meet you. I just moved into the neighbourhood, it’ll be nice to have someone in the same boat to, y’know, talk to.” The way he glanced to you over his sunglasses told me that if he did decide to come to you, there’d be absolutely no talking done.

You nodded, and you vowed to never wash your hand again when he let it go. Jesus, he was jacked and gentle, what more could you ask for? “Of course, pop over whenever you like.”

“Best believe I will.” He grinned, and when you said a small, meek goodbye and walked off, he bit his lip upon seeing that ass and thighs in that dress of yours. Mhmm, he was so gonna grab that when he fucked all the stress of being a single mom out of you.

Jason punched his shoulder as he came up beside him, folding his arms. “Dickhead, you’ve got the ‘I wanna fuck her’ look in your eyes.”

“Shut up, Jay.” Dick scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re so crass.” Even as he scooped Sky up in his arms and nuzzled her hair as she let out a squeal of laughter, his eyes couldn’t help but flick back to you, your sun-kissed, glowy skin from being slathered in sunblock and the winking sun all day and every just right proportion that he loved in a lady.

Oh, he wanted to do a lot more than just fuck you.

[superbat-love]

From reading the comic book about Santa Claus, Batman & Robin…

To joining them on their Christmas adventure

[koroart]

Decided to draw out how my versions of how SuperBat would look like heh heh ✨

[thyhauntedmansion]

No Flags are safe in his verse ig💀

[hotboyssstuff]

HENRY CAVILL

[varpusvaras]

Roy stands in front of the stove and stares at the soup.

He watches it simmering, the surface gently bubbling every now and then, and he tries not to think too much.

It's been pretty hard, lately, not to think too much, but he has to do it, because if he starts to think, he will get angry again.

Roy can't afford to get angry. Not yet, anyway.

He stares at the simmering soup until it is ready, and he turns the stove off and takes the pan off of it, and he takes the nice bowl out of the dishwasher and starts to ladel the soup in it, because, damn it, he is using the nice bowl for this. Would it be safer to use the less nice ones? Maybe, but Roy doesn't feel like playing it safe and behaving like the nice bowl is above this.

He is getting way too agitated about bowls. Roy stops, breathes in the herbal scent of the soup, and continues to get the soup from the pan into the nice bowl. He then gets the high glass from the cabinet, because the nice bowl of soup needs a nice glass of water to go with it.

He then takes both and makes his way to the bedroom.

He stops at the doorway.

The ceiling is off, because Jason's eyes and head can't really handle too much light right now, but the desk light on Roy's side of the bed is on. Lian is laying on that side of the bed, curled as close to Jason as she can, with a book in her hands. It's one of Jason's, though Roy can't see which one from where he is standing, but the words he can hear Lian softly reading out make it sound very English.

Jason's eyes are closed, but his head is turned ever so slightly towards Lian, and from how he is breathing, Roy knows that he is awake.

It is something that any other time would only make Roy's heart swell with love and happiness, but right now, there is an ugly, bitter taste all over it, preventing him from truly enjoying it.

He clears his throat a bit. Lian turns to look at him over her shoulder, sees the bowl and the glass, and she takes the book and scoots to the edge of the bed.

"Lian."

Lian looks at him little pleadingly, even though by now, she already knows the answer.

Roy shakes his head. Lian turns her eyes down. She puts the book on the nightstand, and reaches to wrap her fingers around Jason's for a second, before she slides off of the bed. Roy steps into the room to get away from the doorway, so she can get past him and out of the bedroom.

"Thank you", Roy whispers to her as she walks past him. He then nudges the door closed and walks up to the bed.

He turns on the desk light on Jason's side of the bed. Jason twitches a little, his eyes flutterin and his brow pinching a bit.

"Sorry", Roy murmurs. He puts the bowl and the glass on the nightstand to have both his hands free. "I'm gonna move you up a little."

It's a familiar dance for both of them by now. Jason hums affirmatively, Roy steadies his back and neck and pulls him up a little against the headboard. Jason's jaw clenches because by now, the painkillers have stopped working and he is more lucid and definitely more aware of everything that is going on with his body, but he wants it this way, because being more lucid means that he can kind of eat on his own.

'Kind of' in this context means that he can swallow without spewing anything on himself, and that is something that Jason is willing to take, even if it comes with more pain.

Jason opens his eyes when Roy lets go off him to pick the bowl back up.

"How're you feeling?" Roy asks. He tries not to ask it every time Jason is even marginally awake, but it's difficult, because every time Jason closes his eyes, Roy can only see him laying there, bloody and still and him looming over his body.

It's been weeks now, and still, Roy can't seem to forget how he had felt back there, when for a one moment, he had thought that Jason was dead.

Jason just breathes for a moment. He has to do it a lot, as he cannot breathe very deeply at all.

"Fine", he says, which Roy deciphers as meaning not worse than the last time you asked. It's good enough, all things considered.

"That's good." Roy gets some soup on the spoon. Jason's left hand is in theory capable of holding onto things, but in reality, it still shakes too much for him to be able to do anything precise with it. So what he gets is Roy spooning the soup for him.

They don't speak while Jason eats. Just the act of eating takes too much of his energy, and he needs to focus to it in order to get it done. It is all familiar by now as well. After Jason has gotten at least some food and water down his throat, Roy will give him his next dose of painkillers, and then talk to him while he falls back asleep.

Roy knows that Jason hates it.

They have talked more than enough of their childhoods at this point. Roy knows all the unsavory details of Jason's story, and right now, at this moment, the ones of his mother, almost always unresponsive towards the end, with Jason trying his best to keep her alive by any means necessary, are at the forefront of both of their minds. Roy knows it.

He also knows that it is the one place Jason never wanted to end up in, and he's been there once already.

It is why he doesn't want Lian to see him right now, no matter how much he adores her. Jason had been alone, back then, taking all the responsibilities of adults when he had just hit double digits in age, and the last thing he wants is to make another kid go through the same. It's not the same, since Roy is there, but it is too close for Jason nevertheless.

Roy has tried to explain it to her, so she wouldn't feel like she's done something wrong. She understands, but with that understanding, has only come the need to help even more.

Roy loves her so much. He wishes that she never has to go through anything bad in her life.

Roy also loves Jason, and while he knows that there is nothing that he could've done for him before, he will never forgive himself for not protecting him now.

He doesn't say that out loud. Not yet.

Jason finishes half of the bowl before he just simply cannot make himself eat more. He accepts enough sips of the water to not be dehydrated and to get the painkillers down. Roy lets him stay sitting for a moment longer, before he lowers him back down onto the bed.

He says other things out loud. Simple things. Simple, loving things, that don't reveal how much Roy wishes to take all the pain from Jason and give it back. He will, eventually, because Roy knows Jason, and he knows that for Jason, saying those things out loud is love as well.

But not yet. Not yet, simply for the fact that if Roy does so, he will have to do as he says, right there, right then, and he cannot yet.

Not yet, when Jason still needs him like this.

Jason closes his eyes, slowly, as the awareness in them dims, and eventually his breathing evens out, as much as the painkillers allow him to not care about everything in him that has been broken.

Roy watches him sleep.

He is happy, now, that he listened to Jason and never told anyone, not even Dick, about them. As much as Roy loves Dick, he is now a safety hazard, a possible breach in this place that Jason has for himself. A place that no one will know to come and look for him from.

That is good. That is exactly what he needs right now.

That is exactly what Roy wants.

Batman will not be able to find Jason. He will not be able to come for him.

No. When the time comes, it will be Roy who comes for the Batman, and when that time comes, Roy will be ready for it.

[marvelsgirl616]

[nighhtwing]

DICK GRAYSON in BATMAN BEYOND (2016) #30

[bruciemilf]

Alright yall, I need some help with a first world problem.

[littlefankingdom]

Good news everyone: the cis straight guys, that would let Bruce smash, want baby Dick Grayson in the movies as much as us! Saw one of them saying he will burn down the theater if the next Batman's movie doesn't start with the Graysons dying.

[dilf-cember]

It's official! Your DILFcember 2024 prompts have been chosen! A huge thanks to everyone who submitted prompts and voted!

Week 1 (Dec 1-7): Old Scars/War Wounds & Breeding

Week 2 (Dec 8-14): Co-Parenting & Firsts

Week 3 (Dec 15-21): Old Friends to Lovers & Crossdressing

Week 4 (Dec 22-28): Handyman/Mechanic & Age Gap

Week 5 (Dec 29-31): Take inspiration from another fanwork!

Please check out the rules prior to participating, and message us if you have any other questions that are not covered by the rules.

As a reminder, this is a cross-fandom event! Please feel free to share and help get the word out to all the other DILF lovers out there, and share your contributions on tumblr with the tag #dilfcember 2024 and @ us at @dilf-cember

[soranatus]

shirtless Clark wearing overalls >>>>>