Jason’s MILF????
Pairing: Dilf! Jason Todd X Female! Milf! Reader
Rated: R
Synopsis: After all these years, Dick still thinks Jason’s wife is hot. And Jason’s wife still doesn’t regret her husband because he believes in a happy wife is a happy life….especially in his new role as Batman.
Warnings: Female pronouns, Use of She/Her, Not Proofread, SMUT!!!!, 18+ Content, MINORS DNI, No spoilers for the comics (I don’t even know the name except that’s its DILF city), Character Death,Older, Established Couple (I’m headcanoning that Jason is 45-48 in that picture), LEWD AND INDESCRIBABLY INDECENT imagery, unprotected p-in-v (warp it up), or
Author’s Note: The surprise part 4 of Jason’s Girl??? Is here!!!! Dilfson Todd awoken me from my slumber and heartache to imagine this man as my husband. 🫣
This was a long time coming. The moment everyone in the BatFamily was aware of but didn’t want to accept.
Bruce was getting old.
Too old to be Batman. Too old to keep Gotham safe without the aches and pains of new and old battle wounds slowing him down.
Despite pushing his 60s, he still tried to be the Batman Gotham needed, and that led to the current war among the star line above Gotham’s pavement.
The battle among Birds to see who will take the mantel of Batman.
Dick believed it has always been his birth right to succeed Bruce. He was the first Robin, the one who start the long line of sidekicks ahead of him. His trauma was the closest with his love for the city pushing him through all his pain and heart ache. He inspired and trained the younger heroes through the Teen Titans and Young Justice teams he helped reared. He would follow Bruce to hell despite the complicated feelings between them.
Damien also believed that it was his birth right as well. He was the only blood son Bruce and the current head of the League of Assassins. He had reformed the League and brought peace to many war torn countries. He learned from his dark upbringing to save the world and not to conquer it. His skills and resources made him an excellent choice.
Tim was the most like him in intellect. His pure brain and technology skills alone made him feel superior as the choice to be Batman. He wasn’t sot out or adopted to sooth Bruce’s own emotional scars. Tim clawed his way into the BatFamily and earned his keep through his determination. He never fell short on his prowess to solve a case and his stubbornness made him believe he served the cowl.
Then there was Jason…
As much as the others loved Jason, they still saw the Red Hood. The bloodshed and madness from the pit in his earlier years of being revived still lingered in their minds. The broken Robin. The reckless one.
Bruce didn’t.
It took a long time for him to see it himself, but he saw something that the others didn’t quite see or name. Healing.
Bruce never gotten married or knowingly had younger children because he believed he would only repeat what happened with his own childhood.
It was the same fear that ran through most of his children. Dick couldn’t bare to open his soul and accept his own faults to any woman long enough to challenge his need for acceptance and abandonment issues. Damien never could break completely from Ra’s Al Ghul’s teachings to accept anyone into the same lifestyle he was bred into. And Tim always kept people at arms length with a practiced smile.
Just like what happened to Jason that night in Bosnia. The night he never forgave himself for.
But, Jason healed. It took a long, long time to. Years of anger melding away piece by piece as he lived his second breath of life. His time as a psychotic drug lord, as a leader of his own trio, and a vigilante dulled his rage, but one thing really did change him for the better.
His wife.
Her presence coming into his life was what really calmed him. Her soul a compliment to his own. Never expecting him to change for her but to just be in her presence and be kind. Her patience and strength being his anchor in the swamp of what the pit made of his mind.
Bruce didn’t think Jason could have that life. A woman who genuinely loves him and eventually children of their own. He wasn’t the angry gun wielder he was before, but a still temperamental but caring hero. Bruce couldn’t be more proud.
So the choice became clear.
Gotham didn’t need another Bruce Wayne as Batman.
Gotham needed someone who was willing to change for the city they loved.
Gotham needed someone who can heal for himself and the city.
Gotham needed Jason.
It had been 10 years since Jason officially became Batman in Gotham City.
The family did become distant since the decision. Dick resented Bruce for never seeing him as a clear equal. Tim, now acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises, was too busy to even call that often. And Damian was now across the world as the new head of the League of Shadows.
The years of radio silence finally ended after the passing of Alfred. His peaceful death reuniting the family in shared grief and beloved memories.
His funeral was moment of tears and laughter as the family quietly reconciled. Especially when they realized the blooming family the other brothers were missing.
Diana Todd was the one they all remembered. A budding girl born not long after the notorious skiing trip that led to Dick breaking his arm. Her dark hair and green eyes making her a spitfire match to Jason.
Then Jamie Todd. The teen trouble maker with his mother’s sweet eyes that can get him out of any trouble. His mischievous nature once cute as a kid when the boys last saw him now made him a shithead.
The two strangers among the surprisingly big Todd family was Lilly and Rose. Two little shy ones hugging their father’s arms as their eyes watched their estranged Uncles curiously. Dick felt like he was haunted by young Jason’s ghost again when he looked at them.
None of them thought Jason would be the type to have a large family, especially after becoming the Dark Knight.
That was until they really got to looking at Y/N.
After the funeral, the family came to Wayne Manor, Jason’s obvious inheritance since Bruce now lives in a remote private island. The home felt different. All the dark and gloom that made the manor imposing was radiating life. A stray toy was thrown around. A skateboard propped up against a staircase. Antique furniture replaced with worn but nice looking pieces.
Walls covered in pictures. Some familiar and some not. All telling the story of a happy family.
All the family sat in the main living room. Barbra and Tim sat on the love seat with a Bluey blanket buried behind their back. Damian leaned against the sofa eyeing the changed decor while Dick sat on the couch beside Jamie, who was too busy texting.
Lily and Rose sat on their father’s lap in his chair as they babbled about something. Jason’s attention only dragged away when Damian asks.
“Didn’t think you’d become soft, Todd. Did the lack of sleep finally get to you?”
Jason glares as he shrugs. There wasn’t any heat in his gaze as he says, “Actually, it was thinning hairline and brittle bones.”
Y/N comes into the room as the family snickers among themselves. Her black dress hugging her curves as she bends down and places the glasses of ice tea down on the coffee table. Dick’s eyes unable to look away.
Dick never stopped thinking she was beautiful but after breaking his arm, he kept his attraction down to a friendly admiration. But after years of not seeing her, the years have been an unfortunate blessing to her.
Her hips were wider now from carrying children. Her muscles soften to cute love handles that made her waist grab able. Her breasts weren’t as perky but drooped on lush mounds that provided for her babes. Her hair now threaded with light sliver as worn cracks on her face highlighted her glow.
Y/N Todd was officially a MILF.
And Jason of course knew it too. His eyes glaring at Dick before softening as his wife brings him a cup with a peak on his cheek. Her eyes diving from his to his large lap full of babies.
“Mama,” Lily says as she looks up at her mom. “I thought you said Pop Pop was coming today.”
Rose cuts in with a whine, “Pop-Pop promised!”
“Pop-pop?” Tim asks with a snicker as he realized who the girls were referring to. Barbra jabs him in the ribs as their girl’s hair is combed back by their mother’s petting.
“Pop-pop’s jet didn’t even fly until very early this morning, baby. He wanted us to start without him, but we are gonna go with him to spread Grandpa Alfred’s ashes on the island.” She assures her girls.
Jamie finally comments lowly. “Maybe we should leave them to be shark food.” His snicker annoying Rose as her face turns red.
Her hand throwing her cup at the teenager as she screams, “Shut up, Jamie!”
The sticky tea splattering on Jamie, Dick, and Y/N as Jason shoots up and grabs Rose up. His eyes hard as he takes Rose upstairs to scold her privately.
“Damn,” Jamie curses as he frantically tries to clean up his phone. “My Fortnite match is ruined!”
Y/N rolls her eyes and as she looks at the mess. Dick already up to avoid ruining his designer suit anymore as tea pools on the couch and floor.
“I am so sorry.” Y/N apologizes as looks at Dick. “Jamie and Rose get on each other’s nerves all the time and Rose is just Jason made all over.”
Her hand snatching her son’s phone away as she gives him a warning look before suggesting, “Jamie, go take Uncle Dick upstairs and let him change into one of Dad’s shirts.”
Jamie’s head bows in surrender as he didn’t want to argue with his mom as he leads Dick upstairs. Diana coming out of the kitchen with paper towels as she suggests to her mom,
“You should go change too.”
“Thank you, baby.”
The sweetly sticky smell of tea made the older woman squirm as she peeled the drenched fabric off her body. The old floor length mirror from her very first apartment reflecting her now bare body as she stares at it for a moment.
Harsh stretch marks contrast her skin as the permanently loose skin around her belly and hips taunted her. Most of the time she was proud of her body. She delivered four beautiful children with this body, but sometimes, she wished the body she had when she was 23.
Her black laced bra and underwear barely hiding anything except for the dark haired visitor. His large hands finding her hips before her eyes found him. Rough calloused hands massaging her skin as green captivated her with his crooked smile.
“If this is the sight I get to see every time i have to scold my children, I’ll be a damn good helicopter parent.” He teases. His frame filling the door way as he leaned against it. His black trousers hugging his legs like sin as his white button up barely contained his wide shoulders and rippling chest.
His same crooked smile that she had fallen in love with was cracked with wrinkles. The deep ridged scars along his jaw was still an angry pink from the cold but it didn’t deteriorate his looks. If anything, that and the matching one across the bridge of his nose made him look more dashing.
A scoff left her lips as she says, “Please, you’ve seen it a million times.”
“And Its the only thing I wanna see for the rest of my life.”
His footsteps were dangerously light for a man his size as he slide behind her. Rough hands cupping her hips as his chin nudges her temple. Their eyes meeting in the glass as they spoke without disturbing the room.
Green swimming in grief and blue swirls of loving memories as hers crinkle with shared pain and upstanding. Her hand coming up to comb the thick hair at the nape of his neck as she leaned back into his warm. His nails digged into the soft fat of her hips. His lips bushed against her wrist in soft devotion before burying his nose in her hair.
Lost was noting new to Jason. He lost his father, his mother, his safety, his mind, and his own life. Alfred’s death was an exception because this time he wasn’t alone.
His eyes clouded up as he thought about all he had now all because he surrendered himself to love and family.
His knees trembled a bit as her eyes frowned.
“Jay?” Her voice trembled with soft concern before gasping. His hands caressing her skin as he dragged her closer to him. His hard front against her back as his lips kissed her temple before skimming down her skin. Her cheek. Her jaw. The place behind her ear that made her melt.
Her little gasps making his hands wander along the map of stretch marks as she squirms. Burning invading her skin as she whispers. “Jason, we have guests down stairs…”
“They can wait.” He coos as nips along her throat. His thumb teasing the underwire of her bra as he begs softly. “Please baby….im hurting….i need you.”
His other hand soothes her skin down her thigh. His fingers skirting closer to the soft skin. Her lace underwear already soaking just from his teasing.
“Jason…” She almost begs as he chuckles.
His hand cups her clothed sex as he moans softly with her. His calloused finger sweeping across her weeping seem to her awaking nub.
“I’ll be so quick baby…” He whispers. His chest rumbling as he hips bucked. “I can’t go back downstairs after seeing you look so beautiful….those eyes…that smile.”
His hand slips under her bra and grasps her breast. His fingers plucking and twisting her nipple in slow and painful circles. Trembles of pleasure take over her as her hips rocked into him.
“Oh fuck..,”
“That’s it…” Jason encourages her as his wet fingers push her underwear to the side before touching her again. Her hole twitches as his fingers circle it before tapping her clit. Hearts drawn in small succession as her pretty manicured nails gripped his arms. The bite of acrylic digging into his muscle didn’t distract him, but the pretty diamond on her ring finger only encouraged him.
“Keep singing, ma.” He coos as his fingers push inside her. “God, she still feels so tight. Even after all these years…no wonder we got a full house of babes. If I get to hear that pretty mouth of yours like that forever, I’d fill this whole house up with little babes.”
“Shhh.” She tries to hush him as his fingers stirred her silky walls. Her pupils dilated and watery as they watched his two fingers slowly drive her mad. “The kids will hear you if you keep talking dirty…”
“I’m sorry baby.” He said almost mockingly as his digits curled up to find that familiar spongy muscle that made her scream. Her eyes rolled back as he chuckled. Her voice choking as his fingers started to drill into her drooling cunt.
His hand switching breasts as her bra slides up to expose her to the mirror. His mouth whispering sweet filthy words as his erection dragged against her ass. Her body shaking as the familiar edge approached her fast.
“Jason, I’m gonna…!” She warns before a silent scream over took her. A choked gasps following her walls clenching his fingers for their worth. Her muscles ridged as his thumb circled her clit.
As she relaxes, he pulls out of her as he guides her to the bed. His mouth finally capturing hers. His kisses a slow but hungry dance as he took his time licking every tooth and muscle like he hadn’t had twenty years of kisses. Her placent moans making his racing hands tug his buckle. Her back against silk as he pulls back. His wide legs pushing her thighs apart as he stood between her legs. His eyes dark as he looks down at her spread out on their bed.
“So fuckinh beautiful…you belong there. A beautiful piece of art..a Goddess made for me to worship…”
His wife giggles as his words as he unzips his pants and tugs his pants past his hips. His mind already pussy drunk as he collapses on top of her. His weight suffocating as his arms wrapped around her as his mouth covered hers. Her legs wrapping around his hips as she tangles her fingers in his hair. Tongue and teeth mashing as his hand rips the lace from her hips.
Her help of discomfort swallowed as Jason drags his hard member through her folds. Both gasping and shuddering as his tip catching her abused clit.
“Please. Please. Please, baby…..” He huskily whispers against her swollen lips. “Let me feel you. I wanna feel your sweet pussy around me. Let me feel you, baby please.”
His eyes red with unshed tears. He didn’t cry out loud when Alfred died. Jason didn’t allow himself that weakness. Not in front of his family. Only with her.
Her shaky nod as her hips bucked up to meet his made him loose it. His hips rolled into her welcoming ones as he filled her. His weeping tip flushed with her cervix as the familiar stretch burned inside of her. She gasped as her nails griped the back of his shirt. Their racing hearts against each others as his rocking hips locked their bodies together.
The long drags of his veiny member burned as his pubic bone grinder into her clit. His salt and pepper hair sticking to her skin as he moans into her shoulder. Her body helplessly consumed by him as she endured his welcomed desire.
A wickedly sharp thrust making her lock her legs around his hips as she whispers. “Fuck baby. Keep hitting there..”
His hips rolled harshly into her as his teeth nipped and sucked her neck. His top buttons popping as her hands yanked at his shirt, desperate for purchase as she feels the sickening pleasure creeping in. Her eyes fluttering with tears as she feels suffocated.
“Jason…” “I know.”
His forehead pressing against hers as his eyes looked into hers. His length twitching as she clenches him. Her walls constricting him as the tight coils in their groins burned.
The two both kissing as their release overtakes them. His cum scorching her insides as they filled her until a sloppy ring formed on her folds. Their thighs clenching as the after shocks ring through them. Heated breath fanning their skin as lazy kisses soothed them.
Her soft palms cupping his jaw as his eyes finally meet hers again. Her soft smile drawing him back in as she softly teases.
“Now we are both a mess…” her voice cracked from exhausting a light giggle fills her.
“Guess it’s time to shower them before dinner.”
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AN: I didn’t know how to end this so yea. Bye!
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