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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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yeahimcal · 2 months

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Bad News (Terry McGinnis)

“Terry McGinnis is bad news, you don’t want to mess with him.” was the first thing you heard about him.

“He’s a bad boyfriend. Skips dates, flakes on plans, always has weird bruises is and really tired. None of his partners have ever caught him cheating, but he definitely does.” Was the next several things, all said in a hushed whisper as you were ushered past the black-haired boy in question.

He certainly didn’t… look like bad news. You’d dated guys who were bad news before, and very few of them had looked like Terry. Acted like him, either.

He was nice. He had helped you with your homework when you cried at the study tables in the library, smoothing a soothing hand over your shoulder blades almost unconsciously as he walked you through your chemistry exam study guide. He’d given you some gum, a smile, and a pat on the back before he promptly fell asleep on the table in the back corner of the library, snoring softly.

You’d slid your number into his hand when you left, and that was it for a while. He didn’t text. You saw each other in passing, and he’d smiled and you’d smiled, but nothing more.

Until you’d gotten the call.

“Hey.” He breathed into the speaker, his voice sounding oddly pained. “I’m sorry to call at this hour, but, uh, this… this isn’t really something I can call my mom for.”

He’d given you the address of an abandoned warehouse, begged you not to be freaked out when you got there, and hung up.

You went.

You didn’t really know why you went, for all you knew it was a really elaborate booty call or kidnapping scheme, but ten minutes later you parked next to the warehouse and slipped inside.

There, leaned up against a wall, bleeding and bruised, was Terry.

“You’re- you’re studying to be an EMT, right?” He asked with a pained smile that was supposed to be charming, gesturing to his wounds. “I figured you’d appreciate some hands-on experience.”

“What the hell?” You’d breathed, giving him a shocked look as you rushed to examine his wounds. “Terry, why didn’t you call the police?”

“Not the sharpest, are you.” Terry grunted in what might have been amusement, hissing as you poked and prodded him to see what was hurting. “Can’t call the police, they’d arrest me.”

“Arrest you?” You’d echoed, and then you took in his outfit. All black, with a red bat on the front. A cowl was clutched in his hand, the ends sharpening into little points. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m Batman.” Terry chuckled, but it was more at the look of shock on your face. He moved to sit up and then groaned, cringing and covering his wound. “Can you patch me up before I die here, please? Kinda called you for your specific set of skills.”

“You are so stupid.” You chided, but reluctantly dug around in your bag for hydrogen peroxide and bandages.

“And you’re old school, doc.” He breathed, smiling up at you cheekily. “You don’t carry those fancy little kits that heal people up on the spot?”

“They don’t sell them to anyone other than certified medical personnel.” You said, giving him a pointed glare and dousing his wound in hydrogen peroxide. “And I’m not a doctor.”

“Ah-” Terry hissed, tipping his head back and gasping in a little breath. … he was pretty. He was really pretty, and it was a little distracting. The voices of your friends rang out in the back of you head, warning you that he was trouble, but you couldn’t find it in you to listen when he swallowed thickly and turned to look at you, a lopsided smile on his pale face. “Same difference.” He breathed, chuckling.

You looked back at his wound, face flushed and feeling dizzy from the laps your brain was having to do to see Terry- scrawny, ‘bad boy’, Terry- as Batman. It seemed ridiculous, but his muscles were right there underneath your hands, tensing as you bandaged him up. He looked bigger than he did when you saw him in passing, stronger- when you saw him, he was always wearing bigger clothes that nearly dwarfed him, making him look smaller than he was. His hair was damp with sweat that ran down his face and made him look a little bit red, his lips parted as he breathed in air. He was gorgeous.

Suddenly, it made a little more sense why his exes had kept on giving him chances.

You worked quietly and efficiently, only sparing a few looks at your accidental patient before you finished patching him up.

“You should get that checked out at an actual hospital.” You said, helping him to his feet. “And I still don’t understand why you called me. We aren’t… friends.”

Terry shrugged, cupping your face in his hand and grinning a toothy smile at you. “Yeah, well, we definitely are now, doc.” He teased, tapping your nose and pushing away from you to head towards the doors opposite of where you’d parked. “Text me sometime and we can go out and get some drinks. I feel like you’ll be better company when you’re not crying over your study guides.”

He slipped the cowl on over his head and you could very nearly feel his stupid smile, which you already knew was going to get you in more trouble than you had bargained for, as he slipped out the doors and into the Gotham night.

When you walked back out to your car, it had a flat tire, and the window was broken.

… okay, maybe Terry was bad news.

#☀︎cal writes!#dc comics #terry mcginnis #batman beyond #Batman #terry mcginnis x reader #no use of y/n #dc x reader #First cal fic who cheered #I got very hit out of nowhere to write for this guy #I don’t even go here really #But he’s silly #Umm forcibly subjecting you all to my pretty terry agenda #Batman beyond x reader #I might make this a little series but I just thought terry who wants you so bad and emt reader who is so scared was a cute dynamic

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z-m1nerva · 8 months

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彡NEO CATWOMAN

⪩ summary- your boyfriend is batman and you’re the new catwoman

you encountered catwoman when you stole something, you were a great thief and you only stole every now and then but you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“well well what do we have here?” she says as she circles around you “you have guts. stupid ones but you have time. from now on you’re working for me i like your attitude.”

ever since terry started working for bruce wayne the two of you seemed to have less time together and ever since you started working for catwoman you barely had time for dates

“hey baby,” he said as he kissed your cheek and slid down into the seat next to you “sorry for not being able to make the date up to you i’ll make it up i promise” you smiled “it’s fine besides i had an emergency call in for work”

when it comes to him as batman the two of you had witty and flirty banter. for some reason, the two of you just clicked it felt like you knew him for ages

“those jewels don’t go with your complexion there sweetheart. it’s a shame you have to steal them” he leaned against the wall of the jewelry store as you grabbed something that caught your eye “too bad” you turn around with a catlike grin on your face “are you offering to buy me something nicer?”

bruce groaning every time he has to hear terry flirting with you he’s always like “keep your eyes on the prize terry.” and terry says “oh i am” while staring at you

the first time bruce heard “catwoman” his draw dropped he knew it wasn’t selina because he hadn’t heard of her in ages but yet catwoman was back, every time he encounters you he has terry give him a recap so they’re closer to uncovering who you are

we all know what catwoman’s suit looks like so when he sees your curves and how you fill it out he can’t take his eyes off you. there would be times when the two of you are so close that you’re damn near kissing

when the two of you are at school and batman and catwoman are suddenly brought up it gets strange

“did you guys see the news last night? batman helped the city again.” a classmate commented. you shrugged “from a thief though.” terry nudged you with a playful grin “what don’t tell me you’re team catwoman” you laugh a little “why shouldn’t i be she’s the only one who can give batman a run for his money” “hmmm i don’t know about that one baby.”

he would tell max about the dilemma he has with catwoman and knowing her she offers to help him out and find out catwoman’s identity. max heard how he talked to you on the comms once and she never went on while he was chasing you around again

eventually, your identities slowly fell apart. both of you let something slip and your “bosses” were able to figure out the rest and it was a strange conversation for the two of you.

the two of you were secretly talking in the batcave to make sure no one could hear you “so let me get this straight. you’re catwoman? this whole time it was you?” you shrugged “i could say the same the whole time instead of working for mr. wayne you were being batman??”

the flirty banter between y’all only gets worse

he snuck up behind you putting his hands on your waist “aw come on baby you don’t need to take that i can buy you something better.” you lean back and press a quick kiss to his masked cheek “mmm i don’t think you can but thanks for trying.”

he places one arm on the side of your head as you leaned your back on your locker “so where were you last night?” you smiled knowing he knew exactly where you were and what you were doing “oh here and there. nothing much to worry about” you pressed a kiss to his lips and hummed when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip.

history repeating itself with the two of you except the two of you work out and remain together

#terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis fluff #terry mcginnis x you #dc x you #dc x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics x you #batman beyond x reader #dc x y/n #terry mcginnis x y/n

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montimer · 7 months

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Can i request, 04 joker, batman beyond joker returns joker, and harley quinn joker with an s/o that loves playing with his hair. Like, it's just soothing to them in a way to comb their fingers through his hair softly at home. My request is based off of your joker has fluffy hair post.

Yess :] i'll add tnba one too. Also sorry its short

Bbjr,tnba,hqas,2004

Joker x reader who likes playing w/ his hair

Batman beyond joker

He'll be confused at first. Feeling ur fingers gently brush trough his hair. Almost like petting him

He'll turns to you and put his head to ur chest. Enjoying the moment.

Every time you does it he'll be so soft towards you.

Tnba joker

He loves it! The first time you do it he'll jump into ur arms.

He might blush even.

This man loves any attention you give him.

He'll melt on the spot.

He will held you close to him.

Hqas joker

Oh be careful he just made his hair this morning! Wait no don't stop petting his hair..

He loves it.

He'll lean closer. He can really relax while it.

He has this satisfied smile on his face the whole time.

2004 joker

He has such a long hair. Ofc you want to touch it.

He'll start cuddling you.

He can get used to this.

He will snuggle into ur neck.

If he could purr he would rn.

#joker x reader #joker #the joker #the joker x reader #the joker x gn reader #joker x gn reader #batman beyond x reader #batman beyond return of the joker #batman beyond #tnba joker x reader #tnba x reader #tnba joker #harley quinn animated series joker #harley quinn animated series #2004 joker x reader #2004 joker #the batman 2004 #animated joker

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dosiido · 15 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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your-local-simp-writers · 24 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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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month

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Hi, can you do a male Batman Beyond x Mia Smoak

Mia lands on the rooftop…

Mia: so you’re also the child of legendary superhero?

Y/N: yep. You like working in the shadows?

Mia: oh yeah. I’m Green Arrow.

Y/N: Batman.

Mia: what I wouldn’t give to see under your mask.

Y/N: you just have to say please, Mia

Mia acts shocked…

Y/N: I could never forget your face after our dance at that charity gala.

Mia: Y/N? Mmm…I like it

#green arrow #arrowverse #katherine mcnamara #Mia smoak #mia smoak x reader #dc comics #dc comics fluff #dc comics incorrect quotes #Batman #Batman beyond #green arrow x reader

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uncpanda · 9 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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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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his-name-is-stewart · 4 months

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Ghoul's Hands <3 <3

Just a collection of headcanons because a friend of mine has CURSED ME with thoughts about him.

His hands are always cold. Freezing cold. It feels like he's barely got any blood running through his body.

While he doesn't mind his hands feeling cold, if you hold his hands close to you to warm them up, he'll melt. The warmth is so cozy and safe to him - it means a lot that someone cares enough to not want him to feel cold, even if it really doesn't bother him.

If you're walking side by side, he'll reach out and link pinkies with you.

He has callouses and burn scars from working with chemicals.

He bites his nails, but wears nail polish to discourage the habit.

He has a lot of spooky themed rings that he likes to wear, but many of them have tarnished in some funky ways from coming into contact with various chemicals/fumes.

He'll hold your face in his hands.

If you've got a fever or it's hot outside, he'll rest a hand on your forehead/neck to help cool you off. (See also: cuddling with him to stay cool when it's hot out)

He'll cover your eyes when you've got a migraine so your head doesn't hurt as much from the light. (I think about this ALL THE TIME)

Similarly he'll also cover your ears if you're in a loud, overwhelming environment and forgot headphones/earplugs.

His stitches run over the backs of his hands (I like to think of them as some kind of body mods), and they're a very grounding texture to run your thumb over. Holding his hand when you're stressed or panicking and running a thumb over his stitches to help calm down aaaaaa

He'd run his hands through your hair and massage your scalp to help you relax

#stewart carter winthrop iii #jokerz ghoul #ghoul x reader #ghoul batman beyond #batman beyond #batman beyond ghoul #my writing #gods i'm so normal about him

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z-m1nerva · 9 months

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彡VAMPIRE

⪩ summary- your boyfriend becomes a vampire and he’s feeling a little hungry.

he stumbled into his room and crashed onto his bed after a long mission, at least he thought it was his. your scent was distinct and overwhelming it made him hungry just the thought of you was enough to send him into an overload. he sat up on the bed and got a closer look at his surroundings he was in your house.

he was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of sound of your doorknob turning. you walked into your room listening to music unaware of your surroundings. he held back a chuckle you were always in your own world when it came to music. he came behind you and rested his hands on your hips “hey” it was one simple word and you almost jumped out of your skin.

you paused your music by taking off your headphones and turned to face him resting your hands on his chest “terry what are you doing here?” he brought his hand up to your cheek gently caressing it with his thumb then he trailed it down to your neck “i wanted you.” he gently rubs his thumb into your neck.

“what?” you felt your whole body beat up from head to toe “wait terry how did you even get in?” his hand trails your side resting on your hip once more. he buries his head in the crook of your neck “the window.” honestly he’s not so sure how he got in but he could care less.

he leaves a trail of wet open mouth kisses on your neck “i know you taste sweet baby i can feel it” he pulls your body closer to his, any closer and the two of you would practically become one. he wasn’t feeling like himself he doesn’t know what happened one minute he was batman on a mission the next he had a strong desire for you. to feel you, to taste you, everything about you.

you felt fangs graze your neck “i just need a little bit baby. just a little” his tongue traces a vein on your neck causing you to shiver.

“terry…did you get spliced?” you bury a hand in his hair gently tugging. he lets out a soft groan “i don’t know. maybe? it’s complicated.” his lips find your neck once more this time leaving a noticeable mark in their wake “i just know one thing baby” he kisses your neck “i need you” he kisses a vein on your neck. his hands move under your shirt, he rests his hands on your stomach and gently rubs circles with his thumbs “just a little baby until i can figure this out.”

you sighed, you didn’t trust splicing but neither did terry you wanted to wonder why he did it in the first place but your mind was too foggy to care.

“yeah just a little okay?” you murmur. he presses a swift kiss to your neck and sank his fangs into your neck causing you to wince at the feeling. your taste was intoxicating to him. you were sweet but bitter, spicy but cold, tropical but yet like a woody forest. you were everything at once and he loved it. he loved you.

when he got his fill he pulled back gently licking the leftover blood from your neck. you collapsed into his arms feeling slightly lightheaded from the blood loss and he caught you with ease “you said only a little” you said through labored breaths. he pressed a swift kiss to your forehead “sorry about that.” he hoisted you into his arms carrying you bridal style to your bed “get some rest okay?”

and with that, he slipped into the night back to the wayne manor.

“what happened out there terry?” bruce asks without sparing a glance at terry, his eyes are glued to the monitor scanning through intel.

“just had to take care of something. i think that guy hit me with something and got me spliced can you help me out?” he was slowly coming to his senses, he walked past the display cases and caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection. like any vampire he couldn’t see himself in reflective surfaces.

but the only thing he could see was his bat suit, he was wearing it when he saw you. he can only hope that it was too dim for you to notice.

#terry mcginnis x reader #dc x reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis x y/n #dc x y/n #dc x you #batman beyond x reader

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montimer · 5 months

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Can I please get headcanons of Batman Beyond, BTAS, and TNBA Joker walking in on their partner masturbating?

Btas,tnba,batmanbeyond!joker x reader

Gn!reader, warning but not like that!

Btas

He was talking to himself so he didnt even notice the strange sounds coming from your room

As he opens the door you stop moving and you guys just stare at each other.

He has his mouth apart and his cheeks became red

As you tried to cover yourself he pulled your blanket off and started unzipping his pants revealing how aroused he is.

"Darling you should have asked me to help you out, well good thing im here"

Tnba

He got you something for you and immidielty opened the door with out hesitation.

He needed a minute to proceed whats happening.

He dropped whatever he had with him and stared at you.

But then he started smiling at you, his face was all blushy.

He went up to you to uncover you from ur blanket, completely forgetting about the stuff he got that is now on the floor.

"Nice sight that you got me"

Batman beyond

Now he hears some sounds so he opens ur room with out thinking.

He'll smile at you.

He opened the door so quietly you didnt even notice until you opened your eyes.

He was close to the bed now staring with half lidded eyes hungrily at you

"Thinking of me are we?"

#the joker #joker x reader #the joker x reader #joker #the joker x gn reader #joker x gn reader #animated joker #btas joker x reader #tnba joker x reader #tnba x reader #tnba #btas #btas joker #batman beyond x reader

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dosiido · 15 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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your-local-simp-writers · 7 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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randofics · 1 year

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Spliced

Terry McGinnis/Batman Beyond x reader

I may or may not make a Pt.2 for this one. It's a short one, but maybe yall will enjoy it. No smut in this one, but there's a PG13 bit in here. Also, Vampire Terry!

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Terry could feel the splice injection coursing through his veins. The pain as he keeled over on the floor was unbearable. Cuvier stood over him, taunting him. "What's the matter, Batman? Not feeling quite yourself? Don't worry about the DA he's dead meat, and so are you." Claws extend from his fingers as he hits him, sending him flying into one of the machines. He tries to get away but gets hit again, slamming into the wall.

With his vision swimming, he looks up. Noticing the skylight, he makes a break for it with his jet boots. Crashing through the glass, he opens the suits wings. He has to hurry, or the DA will be killed and likely Barbara, too.

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Barbara and her husband are attempting to fight off the spliced teens sent to kill him when Batman flies into the office through the already shattered window and attacks the teens. They tackle him, attempting to pull him down, but he breaks free. Hissing he leans against the bookshelf as one teen sneaks behind him with a chair. The kid slams the chair across his back, which only seems to anger him.

Grabbing the guy, Terry throws him across the room and punches the other, knocking him to the floor. He keeps punching him, and Barbara attempts to stop him, only making him turn on her. He doubles over again, giving the teens a chance to escape.

Snarling, he steps towards Barbara cornering her, but at the last second, he seems to realize what he's doing and backs away, turning and flying out the shattered window.

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You're on your bed with the balcony door open, enjoying the fresh air while attempting to do homework when you see something out of the corner of your eye. A silhouette appears on the balcony, startling you. You recognize the pointy ears right away and let out a breath. "Terry, what are you doing here?" He walks into your room, stopping a few feet from your bed. "Is something wrong?"

You reach over and turn on your lamp it's light illuminating the room dimly. Able to see him much better now, you suck in a breath. He grins down at you and licks over his teeth in a hungry manner. Moving closer, he climbs onto the bed you're laying back on your elbows as he looms over you. You blush as he closes the distance, connecting your lips.

He caresses your face, deepening the kiss, his weight pressing down on you. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you slip your tongue into his mouth. You notice his canines seem rather sharp, but you choose to ignore that. He breaks away, saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. You're both panting, trying to catch your breath when he attacks your neck. Your breath hitches as he starts kissing and leaving marks on your soft skin.

Soft, quiet moans escape your throat, and your heart rate quickens. You wrap your legs around his waist as you try to keep him close. His lips move to the junction of your shoulder, and with an inhuman hiss, he sinks his teeth into your flesh. You let out a pitiful yelp in surprise and pain. His teeth aren't thin like needles, so the pain is much worse. But just as quickly you feel something warm seep into you through his fangs. Sudden overwhelming pleasure courses through you making you writhe under him, your nails scratching at his back. You feel the sensation of blood being sucked out of you but not the pain. A content sound rumbles in his chest as he feeds on you. You know this isn't right, but you can't bear to push him away. You just have to hope that he doesn't take much.

After about a minute, his teeth slip from your skin, and he licks over the wound. You look up at him with your arms still around his neck. There's some blood on his lips as he licks over his teeth again.

Suddenly, he holds his head with one hand seemingly in pain. He shakes his head and blinks rapidly for a moment before looking back down at you. He jumps as if he didn't know you were there and sits back on his knees. "Wh-what happened? And why am I at your place?"

"Don't know, and I don't really care right now." Still sprawled out in front of him, you stretch like a cat in the sun, a pleased look on your face." Whatever he'd injected into you was still affecting you but not nearly as much as it had been. Your legs are still spread from where he'd been previously, and realization hits him that he did something. "Ok, for real y/n what happened!?"

"Well, for one thing, this happened." You gesture to your shoulder where the clotting fang wounds and teeth indentations stand out against your skin along with several hickeys he gave you.

"I... I did that!?" You can't see it, but under his mask, he's a blushing mess. "Yep. Mmh, and it's getting a bit sore now." "Wait the splicing that's what happened! Cuvier must have injected me." Your eyes light up. "Oh! Maybe he spliced you with a vampire bat?"

"I need to call Bruce and see if he's had any success with that reversal agent." He gets up and heads for the Balcony with you on his heels. "Bruce, you there?" "Terry I've been trying to contact you. I finished synthesizing the reversal agent."

"Can you come to me? I got dosed by Cuvier, and I don't feel comfortable leaving y/n's place." "Mmh, alright, I'll be there in a bit."

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You were so glad your parents were away on vacation for the week. Otherwise, you don't know how you'd explain the damage done to your neck, let alone why Bruce Wayne would be coming over.

As you sat in the living room, you watched Terry pace the floor. "Terry, you're going to walk a groove into the floor if you don't stop pacing. "Sorry, I can't help it. I'm spazzing out about all this." He'd offered to clean and bandage your shoulder, apologizing the entire time for harming you.

Your doorbell rang, and Terry ran to get it, checking in the peephole to make sure it wasn't anyone else. Opening the door, Bruce stepped inside, hanging his hat and coat on the hooks by the entrance. You got up to greet him and watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly at your injured neck and shoulder. "What happened to you?" You gave Terry a pointed look as you poked him in the arm. "This guy happened, that's what."

"You attacked her?" "Not really?" Shaking your head, you look between them. "I wouldn't consider all this an attack." You gesture to the injures. "Let's move on. I brought the reversal agent."

"Good, let's get this over with." He sits on the couch and removes his mask. Bruce ready's the syringe and injects him in the neck. He Hisses doubling over while holding the sides of his head. Eventually, he passes out, and with assurance from Bruce that he'll be fine, you lay him down.

"Did he attack you?" You chuckle and blush at the memory. "No, in fact, quite the opposite." He gives you a knowing look as you hold Terry's hand. Your doorbell ringing again startles you, and you run to answer it. Max walks in and gasps when she sees you. "Oh my god! What happened to you? And what happened to Terry!?"

"Terry got spliced by Cuvier and apparently came to me for help? But he went into a trance or something before he got here." She looks surprised and maybe a little ticked at Terry. "He did that to you!? Ok, spill now!"

"Ok ok let's go to my room then. Mr. Wayne, can you keep an eye on him while I'm gone?" Giving you a small smile, he answers. "Of course, and if he wakes, I'll come get you." You mouth a thank you as you get dragged to your room.

#fanfic #batman #batman x reader #batman beyond #terry mcginnis #Terry McGinnis x reader #vampire #mutation

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