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hanasnx · 3 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

TERRY McGINNIS likes those ripped tights. Fishnets or old leggings, he likes them ruined. Barely comprehensible as stockings, a mess of tangled strings striping your perfect legs. While he drives his boss’s car he’s got a hand on your thigh, stroking the scratchy material and smoothing over the fat that protrudes out. When he’s feeling playful, he’ll trace the circle of exposed skin on purpose until you smack his hand for tickling. He likes them especially when he gets to tear them even more. Your body underneath him, waiting for him to get your clothes out of the way but he impatiently hooks his fingers into the netting and rips it apart in a swift motion. Your hole now easily accessible as he clambers onto you.

You have half a mind to scold him, but the notion dissolves at the sound of his belt. A bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach jerks in anticipation at the sound of him shimmying out his dick, guiding it with a big hand on the base. To keep you spread, he leans onto the inside of your thigh, further folding your leg over yourself, and you hear the slow rip of the fabric from his weight. “Bet you’re still gonna wear these.” he tells you, voice low and husky from effort as he nudges your slit with his tip, searching for the give.

“Of course, I will.” you reply, concealing your unsteady breath as you focus on relaxing yourself. You gasp when his head pushes in.

“Yeah?” he questions amusedly, that stupid grin of his meeting your gaze when he picks up his head to look at you. “You gonna think of me every time?” With the inquiry, he bounces his hips, balancing on his knees and hand on your thigh, sinking into you only a couple inches each time. Your brows upturn, the sting of being stretched hopelessly controlling your features, delicately skewing them as you nod to him. “Every time a breeze hits this pussy under those little skirts you wear, you’re gonna think of me. Not that there was much to begin with—“

You clutch onto his bunched up jeans at his hips, pulling him forward to get that extra inch in. “Shut up and just fuck me, McGinnis.”

“Can’t believe you’re gonna walk around pussy-out for me.” he keeps goading you on, that sick grin of his defining his dimples and his sharp canines that glint in the low light. Each piston in, he gets deeper and deeper. The sensation of it causes your eyes to grow heavy, clinging onto his clothes to keep yourself grounded.

“You think… I’m- I’m not covering this up with some… some panties?”

Pushing all the way in, you can’t help but whine. He waits til you’re done complaining. “Not if you’re runnin’ with me, you’re not.”

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dosiido · 9 days

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You see the veins pulsing out of the corner of your eye; thick and wiry, running down the bicep curled around your neck. Your airflow’s been diminished, eyes curling to the back of your head as strangled moans slip out involuntarily.

His fingers move in a steady rhythm. The heel of his hand barely rubs against your clit as he rocks it back and forth, curling in and out of you. You try to grind, fighting against the arms holding you flush against him in search of some friction; the two digits already inside of you not enough to take you where you want to go, and you were getting impatient.

“Terry,” you groan, wetness seeping out of your pussy, making a mess of your thighs as you continue your slow descent to sex-induced madness. You needed him to give you more, but he opted to take things slow. He enjoyed watching you lose yourself, growing more impatient the longer he took to satisfy you.

“Calm down,” he says, low and heady. His voice, intoxicating as always but even more so in combination with the lightheadedness you were experiencing. “You’ll cum soon. I promise.”

#terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis x fem!reader #terry mcginnis smut #terry mcginnis imagine #terry mcginnis drabble #batman beyond smut #batman beyond imagine #batman beyond drabble #batman beyond x reader

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amidst-wonderland · 5 months

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i've decided i'm going to do a complete revamp of collateral damage. following through terry and delia's relationship to what would've been the initial part two of collateral damage. i'm going to try aim it's release for january as i'm aiming for 20k word count.

i've been replaying arkham city and i honestly love the world building in those games, so it's very much going to lead on from them still (i probably won't mention it, but tim + babs won't be a thing, nor will the 'canon' babs + bruce from beyond).

#dc comics #batman beyond #terry mcginnis #dee dee twins #batman #terry mcginnis imagine #terry mcginnis x delia

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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You know what I want to write. Like even a oneshot or something. Imagine for a moment, some sort of timeline where Terry and Matt Mcginnis exist, but Bruce still has all the children he does in canon. So a lot of children.

Now bring in Terry and Matt, but make them far smaller children than Bruce has had to deal with before. I am talking toddlers or near. Bruce now has to try and raise a literal toddler and baby with his childrens' insisted help.

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uncpanda · 8 months

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Found Out

AN: The Law and Order SVU and Batman crossover no one, absolutely no one asked for, but I still wrote. Cause I can ;)

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire.

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away.

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society.

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes.

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them.

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.”

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.”

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.”

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.”

“So?”

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.”

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.”

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.”

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?”

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.”

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?”

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?”

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.”

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?”

You go wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?”

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point.

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?”

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?”

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?”

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.”

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?”

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.”

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished.

“And that’s the majority of it.”

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day.

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop.

“You work really weird hours.”

“You never wore heels to work.”

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?”

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?”

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room.

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.”

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options.

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt.

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around.

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him.

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?”

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?”

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?”

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.”

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.”

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?”

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.”

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.”

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?”

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.”

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?”

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.”

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world.

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?”

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving.

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.”

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.”

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.”

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.”

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?”

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.”

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.”

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.”

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?”

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?”

“Perfect score.”

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.”

You nod, “Let me walk you out.”

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.”

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything.

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bookwormlover10 · 5 months

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Don't know if anyone has done this yet. But here you go

#terry mcginnis #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #batman beyond #this is how i imagine it would happen #Terry has already been arrested one #you think he be scared of it again

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your-local-simp-writers · 18 days

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Masks and Revelations

Word Count: 801

Warnings: None

Terry Mcginnis x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The crisp October air was filled with the scent of fallen leaves and the distant laughter of children planning their trick-or-treat routes. You had always loved Halloween, the one time of year when everyone could be someone else, if only for a night. This year, you had a special surprise for your significant other, Terry McGinnis.

You slipped into your Batgirl costume, the fabric hugging your form like a second skin. The cowl was the final piece, and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a thrill ran through you. Terry, with his love for all things Batman, would never see it coming.

Meanwhile, Terry was in his room, struggling with a decision. Halloween was complicated for him, given his nightly escapades as Batman. He chuckled at the irony of it all—here he was, trying to choose a costume when he already had the most authentic one at home.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Terry, are you ready yet?” his brother’s voice called out, muffled by the wood between them.

“Just a minute, Matt!” Terry replied, finally settling on a simple Robin costume. It wasn’t the real deal, but it was close enough.

When you arrived at Terry’s doorstep, Matt greeted you first, his eyes wide with excitement. “Wow, you look just like Batgirl, Y/N!” he exclaimed, twirling in his mini Batman costume. Matt, the mini Batman of the house, was running around, his cape fluttering behind him as he practiced his best superhero poses.

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “And you make a perfect Batman, Matt. Is your brother ready?”

Matt nodded eagerly, and as Terry stepped out, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him in the Robin costume. “I thought I’d keep it in the family,” he said with a grin, taking in your Batgirl outfit.

You teased Terry about his choice of costume. “I never took you for a sidekick,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.

Terry just smiled, a secret dancing behind his eyes. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of child laughter. Terry’s arm slipping around your waist.

“Happy Halloween, Y/N,” he whispered, and you leaned into him, feeling the contours of his costume against your own.

“Happy Halloween, Terry,” you replied, unaware of the true depth behind his mask, the real hero that stood beside you.

“Alright, team,” you announced, “let’s get these pumpkins carved. Batgirl and her sidekicks can’t have a dull doorstep on Halloween!”

Matt was the first to dive into the task, his small hands scooping out pumpkin guts with a look of fierce concentration. “I’m gonna make the scariest face ever!” he declared, his eyes alight with the excitement that only a child on Halloween could possess.

Terry leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I bet he’s going to give us a run for our money.”

You smiled, taking up your own carving tools. “We’ll just have to step up our game then, won’t we?”

As the three of you worked on your pumpkins, the front porch became a canvas of creativity and laughter. Terry was meticulous in his carving, creating a bat symbol that looked almost professional. You went for a more traditional approach, crafting a grinning jack-o’-lantern that seemed to reflect the joy of the evening.

Matt looked between the two of you, his eyes wide. “You guys are so good at this!” he exclaimed, his own pumpkin taking shape under his determined hands.

“You’re not so bad yourself, little man,” Terry said, ruffling his brother’s hair. “That’s going to be one spooky pumpkin.”

Once the carving was done, you all stepped back to admire your handiwork. The pumpkins were lined up on the steps, their candles casting a warm glow against the darkening sky.

Terry wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Not bad for a night’s work,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

Matt bounced on the balls of his feet, eager to show off your creations to the neighborhood. “Can we go trick-or-treating now?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, we can go now. But first, let’s get a picture of the Bat-family with their pumpkins.”

The three of you huddled together, the camera capturing the moment perfectly—a snapshot of Halloween happiness.

As the night progressed, you, Terry, and Matt wandered the neighborhood, collecting candy and compliments on your costumes. The air was filled with the sounds of Halloween—shrieks, laughter, and the rustling of leaves.

It was a night of masks and merriment, of heroes in costume and the simple joy of being together. And though you didn’t know Terry’s secret—that he was the real Batman—it didn’t matter. Because tonight, he was just Terry, your Robin, and that was more than enough.

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rockythewriter · 24 days

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Full Masterlist~

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the-imaginative-hobbyist · 3 months

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25 years of Batman Beyond.

#art #the imaginative hobbyist #artist #digital art #fan art #artwork #photoshop #dc #film #dc comics #dc animated universe #dcau #batman #batman beyond #terry mcginnis

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wolfsbanesparks · 7 months

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Old man Bruce Wayne being held hostage. On one hand, he's a hard ass and no one could intimidate him. Just being perfectly grouchy while the bad guys plan is falling apart. Played for laughs. On the other hand, "kill another hero or your sugar daddy gets it" to Terry...and have Bruce encourage Terry to leave him dead? That his life isn't worth all the good the newer guys do? Heartbreaking. Bruce waiting out the clock for his medicine so they don't have to choose and the baddies lose their leverage.

That would be such a heartbreaking scene, but I can see Bruce being willing to die (especially if it was a choice between him and another person).

Terry wouldn't want to let him die, and especially not when it was on him to save him. And he wouldn't really listen to Bruce if he thought he had another choice.

But Bruce planning for his own death using his medicine or lack there of as a means of taking that choice out of Terry's (or the villain's) hands is exactly something he would do.

Either way it would be so sad, but thematically I think it would be great, giving Bruce a meaningful death that highlights his strategic mind and his desire to help others even when he's not physically able to be Batman anymore.

#ask me whatever you want y'all #bruce wayne #terry mcginnis #batman beyond #batman #I can just imagine the scene and it would be so good #Terry would be left on his own and forced to deal with the aftermath of Bruce's death and his legacy as Batman #But that would give him a chance to come into his own and making his own choices

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hanasnx · 2 months

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your voice.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: posted this on my other blog before i deleted it, re-posting here WARNINGS: terry’s old friend is an asshole | the term “friend” is used loosely he’s just someone from terry’s past | mentions of: groping, jacking off, sucking off, & backshots | “friend” speaking of you sexually to piss terry off | no explicit smut but the details and plot of this piece is smutty | locker room talk | established relationship.

“Is that your girl?” the voice on the other line interrupts TERRY McGINNIS's stupor, effectively snapping him out of gluing his eyes to your behind. Adorable, pink pajama shorts ridden up as far as they can go, supple ass hanging out in a way that invites him to stare. Not to mention encourage him to grope.

“Hm?” Terry responds thoughtlessly at first, but corrects it once his friend’s words process, “Yeah- yeah.” Expertly, he skirts around letting you know you’re being talked about. Unable to help himself, he steals another glance at you. The dimples on your lower back peeking out from your crop top, swaying your hips to an inaudible rhythm as you swipe a spread onto toast. The memory of how perfectly Terry’s thumbs slot into those dimples as a handle during backshots dissipates when his old friend speaks again.

“Sounds fucking hot. Is she? Wish she was on the mic instead of you.” All you’d done is enter his friend’s ear shot earlier, close up to the bluetooth when you’d kissed Terry’s cheek and asked if he wanted a sandwich since you were fixing one up for yourself already. Apparently, your sweet and airy voice was enough for whatever poor, desperate soul who heard it to beg for more. Terry knows firsthand the kind of affect your vocal chords have on him. He’s probably gotten far enough down your throat to fuck them when you’d sucked him off this morning. It’s just not a card he’s willing to pull to shut his friend up right now.

Terry knows a thing or two about his temper, especially aware of how people use it to their advantage if they‘ve been around him long enough. “C’mon, man, lay off. You’re just sayin’ that to get on my nerves.” he redirects as coolly as possible. It’s obvious, he’s being teased, he won’t fall for it so easily. Just in case it escalates, he paces away, pressing the bluetooth further into his ear as if paranoid you’d— somehow— hear its contents even if you are now well out of ear shot.

“Hell yeah, I wanna get on your nerves. I’m fucking jealous.” the so-called friend scoffs. “Fuck, wish she’d talk to me like that.” There’s a shift on the other end, and Terry frowns until the unmistakable and distasteful sounds of acting out self pleasure fill his ear. “No, wait,” he fakes an effeminate moan, the rapid disheveling of clothing reminding Terry of how sleeves brush the wrinkles of a shirt when a hand jacks off a dick. “go grab her- get her on the phone, I wanna rub one out real quick.”

What an asshole. Terry rolls his eyes so hard they hurt. “Thanks for reminding me why I don’t talk to you anymore.” He rips the earpiece out, with the unnerving noise of his old pal’s harrowing laughter echoing in his brain.

#indy: drabbles #ch: terry #terry mcginnis drabble #terry mcginnis smut #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x fem reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis x y/n #terry mcginnis imagine #terry mcginnis fic #terry mcginnis fanfic #terry mcginnis fanfiction #batman beyond smut #batman beyond x reader #batman beyond fic #batman beyond fanfiction

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dosiido · 9 days

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Terry McGinnis is obsessed with your ass. He's absolutely enthralled with the way it moves when you walk, when he slaps it, and when he's fucking you doggy style. He doesn't call himself an ass man; says he appreciates your whole body. But the way his eyes always find a way to sneak a peek and his hands cop a feel, you'd argue otherwise.

He likes to tug at your underwear, pull them all the way up, watching the thin line of fabric get eaten up by your asscheeks. You fight him on it; tell him he's giving you a wedgie and that it hurts. But he just tugs harder until they fully disappear and then suggests that you could avoid this if you just wore thongs all the time.

So you do. You find yourself frequenting lingerie shops to satiate his needs, to appease the pervert that lives inside of him that would die if he didn't fuck your ass at least once a day. Somehow, no matter how many pairs you buy, you always end up needing to buy more; the previous ones always either disappearing into thin air or being torn off your body as a precursor to him absolutely ravaging you.

He comes up behind you, whispers in your ear, "I just can't help it. Your ass looks too good." One palm cupping a cheek while the other rubs you through your panties, and you know what's coming next, what always comes next.

He watches it jiggle, watches it ripple as he fucks into you over and over, pulling you up by the hair, causing your back to arch, allowing him to get in real deep. He fills you up, stretches you out, calls you a dirty slut for giving in so easily, for never resisting his depravity.

"'Didn't put up a fight. Must like it as much as me, huh?"

And he's right, you do. You like it when he eats you out and "accidentally" moves a little lower. You like it when he sticks one of those pretty plugs in your asshole after filling it up with cum. You like it when he squeezes you so hard you've got bruises for days.

You may complain about the missing panties, the ripped shorts, and the constant marks littering your ass, but those complaints are never enough to stop him from pressing you up against a wall, pulling your panties to the side, and fucking you within an inch of your life.

And even if it was, at the end of the day, you're just like him, if not worse. So you'd be in his ear telling him you didn't mean it and to use you as he pleased. He might be an asshole obsessed with your asshole, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

#rewrote this so many times that i just had to say fuck it and post #if this sucks #go to my masterlist and remind yourself that i am indeed a good writer #i'm just in a bit of a rut rn #terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis smut #terry mcginnis drabble #terry mcginnis imagine #batman beyond x reader #batman beyond x you

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briefcasejuice · 10 months

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#batman beyond #terry mcginnis #i could never imagine terry doing this without the mask on

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wrdn-tabris · 2 years

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IM SORRY SINCE WHEN WAS IT MCGINNIS WAYNE???? UNLESS SMTH HAPPENED I DIDNT KNOW ABT

#cara speaks #like yes terrys bruces 'biological son' unless... smth happened i didnt know abt terry has NEVER gone by #mcginnis wayne #IDK THIS IS JUST FUNNY TO ME IT THREW ME FOR A LOOP #can u imagine

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serialadoptersbracket · 15 days

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Round 3, Match 1: Bruce Wayne vs. Pascal

Submitted kids:

Bruce Wayne: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian and Athanasia al Ghul, Cassandra Cain, Jarro, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Terry and Matthew McGinnis, Helena Wayne, Harper and Cullen Row, Duke Thomas (Arguments promised)

Pascal: Village children

Propaganda under the cut!

Bruce Wayne:

1. “Man can't deal with empty nest syndrome and cannot look past an orphan child without adopting them. He takes in Dick when Dick is 12 (he eventually does adopt Dick after Dick is already an adult), after being one of many people to witness Dick's parents die. After Dick went off to do his own thing he met Jason who was living on the streets after his Mom died. After Jason died, Tim shoved his way into Bruce's life saying that Bruce needed a partner in crime solving after Jason's death (Tim still had parents who were alive at this point, they did eventually die and was taken in by Bruce). Cassandra's circumstances I'm not fully clear on but she was raised by her bio dad to be a living weapon and she ran away (from my understanding at least) and Bruce took her in. Duke was taken in after his parents were hospitalized due to a Joker attack and were/are unlikely to recover. Bruce also mentors other children heroes including Barbara Gordon and Stephanie Brown, both are close to his kids and are sometimes seen as under his wing as well, but neither see him as a parent.”

Link to the rest here!

Pascal:

“not putting all of his lore here be of the pg-13 rule but he's this robot who is the sweetest guy imaginable, he is pretty smart cares a lot for his kids (again, cant get TOO into that but he is v/ protective of them) and also is a pacifist who rlly just peace between the androids & machines even tho thats pretty fucking difficult (he even is an ally to the android resistance and trades w/ them frequently!)

from his unit data (because im Bad at describing things lol):

‘A pacifist machine lifeform that despises conflict and strives endlessly for peace with humanity.

This unit possesses incredible intelligence, as well as a deep interest in the history of both humans and machines.’”

#bruce wayne #batman #nier automata #nier pascal #dc comics #nier #batfam #batdad #drakenier #serial adopters bracket #round 3 #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament

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your-local-simp-writers · 6 months

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Summer's Lasting Song

Word Count: 822

Warnings: None

Terry Mcginnis x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Terry and Y/N had been working as camp counselors for the past two summers, and their bond had grown stronger with each passing season. They were the dynamic duo of Camp Lakeside, known for their wit, humor, and their uncanny ability to make even the most challenging activities fun. However, as the third summer approached, they both felt a subtle shift in their relationship. …

The days passed in a blur of activities and laughter. As the end of summer approached, Terry couldn't help but let his guard down a little.

"Terry, race you to the other side of the lake?" Y/N challenged as they watched the campers go canoeing.

Terry grinned, the competitive spark in his eyes. "You're on!"

They jumped into separate canoes, racing across the lake with playful taunts and splashes of water. When they reached the other side, their laughter was infectious.

"I win!" Terry declared.

Y/N rolled her eyes with mock frustration. "You always win."

Their laughter echoed through the summer air, a moment of pure joy.

"Terry, what if we make today the best day of camp ever?" Y/N suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Terry grinned, always up for a new adventure. "I'm in. What's the plan?"

Y/N leaned in closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "First, we have a massive water balloon fight with the campers."

Terry's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, they're not going to know what hit them."

So, they spent the morning filling water balloons and then unleashed them on the unsuspecting campers. The joyful screams and laughter that followed created a memory neither of them would ever forget.

After lunch, they decided to take the campers on a nature hike. Terry and Y/N led the way, pointing out interesting plants and wildlife along the trail. The children listened in rapt attention as the two of them shared their knowledge.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, they gathered around the campfire once more. This time, Y/N took out her guitar, and Terry began telling ghost stories that had the kids both terrified and excited.

Finally, as the day came to a close, they decided to organize a camp-wide talent show. Terry played the harmonica, showcasing a hidden talent, while Y/N sang and strummed her guitar. The campers took the stage, too, displaying their own talents.

The night was filled with laughter, music, and shared moments. It was a day they would cherish as the best day of camp ever.

…

"Hey, Terry, do you remember our first summer here?" Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the campfire in front of them.

Terry chuckled. "How could I forget? I thought I was the coolest camp counselor ever."

Y/N smirked. "You were the goofiest, but I wouldn't have had it any other way."

They both laughed, their shoulders brushing against each other. The warmth of the campfire seemed to seep into their conversation.

"You know, Terry, I think we make a great team," Y/N said, her voice soft.

Terry turned to look at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Yeah, we do. The best team."

As the crackling of the campfire filled the air, they shared a comfortable silence. No more words were needed to express the bond they had forged over the summers.

One night, as they lay side by side on a blanket under the stars, Y/N spoke up. "Terry, do you ever wonder what's going to happen after this summer?"

Terry sighed, a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty in his voice. "I've been thinking about it, Y/N. I don't want things to change too much."

Y/N turned her head to meet his gaze, their eyes locking in the moonlight. "Me neither."

The unspoken emotions hung in the air, heavy with the unacknowledged feelings that had been growing between them. Terry's heart raced as he realized that he couldn't let this moment slip away.

With a gentle but firm hand, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "You know, there's one thing I don't want to change," he whispered.

Y/N's breath caught as she looked into his eyes, searching for the words that had remained unsaid for far too long.

Terry leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of summers spent together, of shared laughter and secret glances. It was a promise of the future, of the adventures yet to come.

As they pulled away, their foreheads touching, Terry whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she smiled, her heart overflowing with emotions. "I love you too, Terry."

In that moment, under the starlit sky and by the crackling campfire, they knew that their summer romance was just the beginning of a lifetime of adventures, laughter, and love.

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