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lycanlupins · 12 days ago

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Hey, got a Matt y/n request.

You go off your pill without Matt knowing because you want to have a family with Matt. Matt notices you're ovulating because you smell different and tries to get you pregnant.

#daddy and mommy kink

#cumpi€

#Matt the animal in bed

nonnie, you summoned my inner whore, and she has answered.

this is absolute filth with bits of angst and fluff sprinkled in. please enjoy (& thank you). 🖤

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, and mentions of pregnancy word count: 3k

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There was something different about you and it was driving Matt absolutely fucking insane. From the second he woke up this morning, he had this carnal desire for you that he couldn’t seem to tame. Your scent lingered on your pillow and Matt found himself burying his face into it as his hand searched for the softness of your skin, but all he found was the absence of warmth on his fingertips. He couldn’t hardly focus as he got ready for work, and it only got worse throughout the day.

As noon rolled around, he was elbow deep in case work and in the middle of going over a document with Foggy when he caught wind of your scent on the street. He immediately paused, cocking his head to the side slightly as he tracked your path from two blocks away to their office. By the time you had reached their floor and before you could even knock, Matt was swinging the door open and pulling you in so quickly, it made you dizzy.

“Matt! I almost dropped everything!”

You giggled softly as you readjusted your grip on the carryout bag containing all your orders and the tray of drinks. Matt’s tongue darted out to lick his lips as his hands remained firmly gripped on your hips, forcing a tight lipped smile on his mouth.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Heard you coming. What’s all this?”

“Well I figured you guys were swamped and hadn’t eaten yet so I brought lunch.”

Matt’s heart should’ve swelled with adoration and gratitude at the sweet gesture. But instead, a very different part of his body was swelling and he was struggling to retain his composure.

“Y/N Murdock you are a goddamn saint.”

Another giggle escaped your mouth at Foggy’s comment, and Matt squeezed his eyes shut behind his crimson glasses as he did his best to swallow back a moan.

“Matt? You alright?”

Matt turned his head slightly in Karen’s direction, a slight panic rising up in his chest as he stumbled over his words.

“Uh y-yeah, why?”

“Because you’ve got a death grip on Y/N/N, and you look like you’re in pain.”

Matt could feel everyone’s eyes on him, including you, and he all of a sudden realized just how tight his hold was on you. He cleared his throat as he released you, taking half a step back as he tried to fix his features into an expression of nonchalance.

“I’m alright, city's just a bit loud today. That’s all.”

Thirty minutes had never felt so fucking long in his entire life. Matt’s knee bounced uncontrollably underneath the table as you laughed and caught up with Foggy and Karen. Everytime a breeze blew through the open window, more of your scent wrapped around Matt like a decadent haze, and he had to stuff his mouth full of food to mask the reaction it was pulling out of him. He could feel sweat forming along his hairline the longer he sat next to you. Matt had always found you desirable, but there was something different about you today that had his half hard cock aching with need.

He racked his brain for any kind of excuse to get Foggy and Karen to leave, even just for five minutes so he could take you in his office and fuck you over his desk. Matt had to physically stop himself from shuddering as you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his jawline, digging his blunt nails into his own palm as he fought back the urge to slip his hand beneath the dress you were wearing. His head was so clouded with lust he hadn’t heard a word you’d said, and his eyebrows suddenly knit in confusion as he noticed your presence by the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to work. I just told you I have a meeting in fifteen minutes?”

“You did?”

A slight pout formed on your lips as you made your way back over to Matt, placing your hand gently on his cheek and letting out a soft noise as his burning skin touched your palm.

“Baby, are you sure you’re alright? You’re really warm.”

“I’m always warm.”

“Yeah, but you’re like extra warm right now, and you’re sweating.”

“It’s just…hot.”

Matt tried his hardest to appear normal, flashing you a half smile as he turned his head to gently press a kiss to your wrist.

Fuck. That made it worse.

“Okay…well, if you do start to feel bad, please go home.”

“I will.”

Matt could feel your attention directly on him and the roll of your eyes before you turned to Foggy and Karen with a playful smile on your lips.

“Will one of you please send my stubborn husband home if he gets worse?”

“You got it, Y/N/N.”

Matt swallowed thickly as you gave Foggy a grateful smile before bending down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He figured once you left, he would finally be able to breathe again. All he had to do was focus back on the case, and the rest of the day would fly by so he could go home to you; so he could finally have you. He just had to make it a few more hours. He could do that. Right?

Wrong. Very fucking wrong. The sound of the clock ticking through the office seemed to taunt him about how much time wasn’t moving as fast as he wanted it to. He couldn’t focus at all. His fingers trailed over the same rows of braille repeatedly, until his fingertips almost felt raw, but he still couldn’t decipher a fucking letter. He couldn’t put them together in his brain. All he could think about was you and burying himself inside you. He made it two hours after you left before he was bolting out of the office with a half assed excuse about being sick, frantically calling you on the way out and begging for you to meet him at home.

The second you stepped through the door, Matt was on you. The front door slammed shut as he pinned you against it, ripping your keys and purse out of your hands to toss them carelessly aside. His hands roamed everywhere, gripping and kneading every bit of you they could find. Eventually you were able to break apart from him, pressing your palms firmly against his chest as his mouth eagerly sought you out again.

“Matthew Murdock, what has gotten into you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Matt panted heavily as he licked his lips, blank eyes darting back and forth in a frenzied manner. You brought one of your hands up to cup his jaw gently and he instantly leaned into your touch, a soft whine sounding in the back of his throat.

“I thought you were sick?”

“Not sick. Just need you. Needed you all day, sweetheart. Please.”

It was then that you noticed Matt’s pupils were blown wide open, and felt the evidence of his need against your lower stomach. Your lips parted slightly in an ‘o’ shape, finally putting all of the pieces of his odd behavior together in your head.

“Oh.”

“Please, sweetheart. I need you so fucking badly.”

“I…um…we…we can’t right now, Matty. But I can-”

“Why?”

Matt almost sounded like he was in pain as he tilted his head to the side to stare at you, and the anguish was plastered clear over his face. It made you feel guilty to see him this way, and you were worried how he would react to what you had been keeping from him.

“Because…I…I went off the pill. And we don’t…we don’t have anything.”

Matt’s face instantly contorted in confusion, placing his palm on the door by the side of your head as he tried to process your words.

“What? When?”

“A month ago.”

“Why?”

“Because…I just…didn’t like what it was doing to my body.”

You were hoping that Matt was so far gone he wouldn’t notice your lie, but the disappointed look on his features made your heart start to pound uncontrollably.

“Can you answer my question without lying to me.”

You internally winced at the edge in his voice. You had never lied to him before, and when he had told you the truth about being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you both made a promise to never lie to one another about anything. Part of your vows were to always be honest, and you felt guilty that you had messed that one up.

“That wasn’t a lie. I don’t like what it’s doing to my body. That’s just…not the main reason.”

“And what is?”

“I want a family, Matt. I know we’ve talked about it briefly, and you said you wanted one too, but I wasn’t sure if you were ever gonna slow down enough to focus on starting one with me. I just thought…I thought if it happened, you’d be so happy you wouldn’t be mad that I didn’t tell you. I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have told you what I was doing. I just…I want this so badly, Matty. I keep having dreams about it, it’s all I can think about lately, it’s just…like this need that’s taken over. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Matt could hear the sincerity in your voice and in your heart’s rhythm. His face softened as he listened to you, and a feeling of guilt crept up on him. He had promised you a family once the two of you got married. He did want that. There had just been so much going on lately, the idea of starting one hadn’t occurred to him.

As he opened his mouth to speak, he caught a taste of your arousal on his tongue, and suddenly realization struck him like fucking lightning.

You were ovulating.

That’s what this was. You had been on birth control the entire time you’d known Matt, so he’d never experienced this with you before. This is what was driving him fucking insane. Your body was practically screaming at him, begging him for a baby, and fuck if his body wasn’t listening. A quiet gasp left your mouth when you noticed the darkened look in Matt’s eyes. You knew that look; you saw it when the Devil came home and wanted to play.

“Matty-”

Matt ignored the warning in your voice as he crashed his lips into yours, grabbing onto the back of your head to hold you in place as he nipped at your bottom lip and soothed the sting with his tongue. In a flash he’d ripped your dress over your head and attached his lips to your neck, licking, sucking, and biting his way down to your collarbones. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasp of your bra and tugged it down your shoulders, pulling a surprised gasp from your mouth as the soft fabric of his shirt brushed over your sensitive nipples.

“Matty…what ah…what are you doing?”

Matt’s voice was dangerously low as he moved his lips up to nibble on the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver to cascade down your spine.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

An obscene moan left your lips and shot straight down to Matt’s cock. A quiet growl sounded in your ear as he lifted you up and trapped you against the door with his hips, rutting into you as his cock strained painfully against the fabric of his pants. He could feel some of your arousal seep through the material from your soaked panties, and you moaned loudly when he rubbed against you just right.

Your fingers were frantic as they clawed at his tie, nearly tearing half the buttons off his shirt as you practically ripped it off his chest. Reaching down between your bodies, you swiftly pulled the leather from Matt’s belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as you fervently shoved them down his thighs along with his briefs just enough to free him. Matt groaned loudly as the cool air met his weeping tip, using his legs to support you as his hands completely tore your panties off your hips.

Matt didn’t waste a second, immediately penetrating the warmth of your slick walls with his thick cock. A loud moan tore through each of you, echoing throughout the entire apartment.

“Hang on.”

Matt’s voice was rough and gravely as he ordered you, and you whimpered in response as you locked your legs around his waist and gripped onto his shoulders tightly. Everytime he was inside you felt euphoric, but God this time felt different. He couldn’t pinpoint if it was because he was extra sensitive from being so turned on all day, knowing what he was about to do to you, the idea of how much everything was about to change for the two of you, or what, but it unlocked something inside him that had Matt fucking you savagely against the front door.

A tiny piece of him felt guilty for taking you like this, knowing this could be the time that resulted in the creation of your child. The good Catholic boy in him knew he should’ve made this special and been more romantic, taken his time to savor every second of this beautiful moment. But the Devil in him wanted you and wanted you now. He wanted to plant himself in the deepest part of you, claim your womb for everyone to see, because sometimes that ring wasn’t fucking enough.

Everyone would know that you were his. They wouldn’t be able to miss your swollen belly that carried his child.

As Matt’s grunts and moans in your ear became more feral, his pace got impossibly faster and brutal. He was practically slamming you into the door with each precise snap of his hips, reaching that spot inside you only he could find, tearing the loudest cries of his name from your chest. The only other thing he could hear besides your pretty sounds were the echoes of your skin slapping together and your heart thundering in his ears.

“You gonna make me a daddy, sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes you are. Because I’m gonna come so deep in this tight little cunt of yours, over and over and over-“

Matt accentuated each of his words with powerful, quick snaps of his hips into yours.

“And I’m not letting you leave this apartment until I know for sure that it took. You understand, pretty girl?”

All you could do was moan in response as you dug your nails into Matt’s broad shoulders, letting your head fall back against the door as he fucked you how he wanted. You were completely at his mercy like this, all you could do was take it, but God it had been so long since you’d had him like this.

“You want me to make you a mommy, sweetheart? Hm?”

“Yes! Please, Matty…please.”

“Beg for it.”

Matt bared his teeth in a snarl as he dug his fingertips roughly into the flesh of your hips, marking you just as much on the outside as he planned to do on the inside. You could hardly form a coherent thought from the way he was fucking you. You were getting dangerously close to falling over that edge, and you desperately wanted him to jump with you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear it. Beg me. Beg me for a baby.”

“God…please…”

“No. Not him, me.”

“Fuck Matty-I…please…please, I want it. I want you to…g-give me a baby, please.”

“My baby. Tell me you want my baby. Let me hear it.”

You could tell Matt was close based on his falter in rhythm. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and the devil’s edge to his voice was slipping away into a needy whine. He was begging you to beg him.

“Want your baby, Matty. Just yours. Ours. Please, baby. Please give it to me.”

You gripped onto the back of Matt’s neck, pulling him in for a searing passionate kiss. Matt let out a loud yell as he finally spilled inside you, his hips stuttering as he fucked his seed as deep into you as he could, whimpering breathlessly at the way you clenched around his sensitive cock.

Both of you were sweaty, panting messes as you came down from your collective highs. Matt kept a tight grip on your hips, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall, sliding down slowly until he let himself fall onto the floor with you on his lap. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as the haze he had been in all day seemed to slowly disappear, allowing his senses to finally clear.

“Matty?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

A smile stretched across his mouth as he pulled back slightly, staring blankly at you in pure adoration.

“I love you.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned into your palm that cradled his jaw, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as the guilt started to set in.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That. I…I should’ve made that more special.”

“Matty-“

“I fucked your mom against the front door is not exactly how I want to tell our kid they were created.”

Smacking your palm against his chest, you immediately erupted into a fit of giggles that Matt couldn’t help joining.

“Matthew! First of all, our child is never going to want to know how they were created. Second of all, you have nothing to be sorry for. I love you, and I know you love me. And we love each other so much, we decided to create a life together made up of both of us. Don’t you think that’s special?”

Matt took a deep breath as his tongue quickly wet his lips, nodding his head slowly as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. So do I. Now, if you really feel the need to redeem that Catholic guilt of yours, we can increase our chances in bed and be as sappy as you want.”

Matt rolled his eyes as a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, leaning in to nudge his nose against yours.

“Heaven forbid I try to show my wife a little romance.”

“Romance away, Murdock. Take me to bed and put a baby in me.”

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lycanlupins · 14 days ago

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😰😰 sending so many good vibes and prayers your way 🙏🙏 I hope you’re okay! - 🔑

thank youuuu!! 🫶🏽 i’ll be okay with time and lots of medical care

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lycanlupins · 14 days ago

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rogue anon again…. <•><•> how is everything going so far ? -🔑

car is doing better for sure, unfortunately i now have insane health issues to deal with 😭

tldr; might have leukemia and i got diagnosed with a heart tachycardia and arrhythmia so i have to see a doctor about either meds or surgery depending on how severe they think it is

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lycanlupins · 21 days ago

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im the rogue anon and thank you for feeding me 🙏 /j?? - 🔑

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! im gonna read your other request in my inbox so i can get started there >:3c

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lycanlupins · 21 days ago

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FOR MY ROGUE ANONNNNNNN!!

Hear me out…. Rogue(X-Men) nsfw alphabet 🙏🙏

WILL BE WORKING ON THIS IMMEDIATELY 🫡

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lycanlupins · 21 days ago

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NSFW Alphabet - Rogue/Anna Marie LeBeau

Warnings: NSFW content ahead as always, we don’t kink shame here ♥️

Something quick to get my mind off of all the shit in my irl life, ty to the anon who requested this!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s very caring, very sweet and very attentive after sex. She will make sure her partner is properly hydrated, wiped off and talked to after any sexual encounter especially a rough one.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite body part is her tits, full stop. She knows they’re perfect and perky. She knows that her partners like to touch and squeeze them and she can’t help but get a little ego boost every time it happens.

On her partner she loves a good thigh. She likes to bite and mark them up just for her to see, and occasionally others when the weather gets warm enough for shorts.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She likes to eat cum like the little freak she is. She’ll lap it up off of her partner directly but if that isn’t an option she’ll taste her own off of her partners tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She 100% mixed some of her partner’s cum into a morning smoothie, gotta get that extra protein in somehow!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s very experienced, not cocky but confident in her skills. She knows how to please and be pleased in return and she’ll let you know exactly how she likes it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When giving she likes doggy style but when she’s receiving she likes to be in missionary, she wants to make sure her partner looks at her while she’s cumming.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s a good mix of both, depends on the partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s trimmed neatly, sometimes she’s got it in a landing strip or heart but usually it’s just a nice normal trim. She hated being waxed completely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends if its casual or not, but usually she’s somewhere between.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She gets off to the thought of actually touching her partner with her hands someday. It’s sappy but the thought of it sends her sopping cunt into overdrive. 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia

Cum marking

Femdom

Sitophilia

Chastity

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, anytime! She doesn’t care if she has an audience or not

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Her partner’s pleasure (and consensual pain)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Touch her partner without gloves unless they’re resistant to her power

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s a little selfish and likes to receive more than she gives, but she knows what she likes and she likes control

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and steady wins the race with Anna

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t mind them but she would prefer if she had time to properly enjoy herself

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She loves a good risk, so long as it doesn’t involve her touching her partner with her hands

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4-5 rounds before she needs a break, she’s trained herself for moments like that

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She’s got a favorite strap she uses on her partner among many other toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves teasing, especially throughout the day. Just sending pictures and audios of how good she’s feeling while her partner can’t do a thing

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud and proud, she’s gonna make sure everyone around knows how good (or bad) her partner makes her feel

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes when her partner is sweaty, she thinks the natural smell is sexy and she’d go down on them immediately if they would let her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Pink and pretty, usually VERY wet and ready for most anything. It’s plump and just a little paler than the rest of her. Her tits are about a C-D cup with pinky brown nipples that are more sensitive to touch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She’s ready to go at any time but usually she can go without, she has toys for that ;)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She’s not sleepy but she likes to lay and be held and take in the moment with her partner

#anna marie lebeau #rogue xmen #x men 97 #rogue x reader #x men headcanons #my writing

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lycanlupins · 24 days ago

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Jesus! Are you okay, did anything get stolen ?? (Same anon who asked about average wait time) take as much time as needed 😭- 🔑

i am luckily okay!! only a perfume got stolen and i was lucky enough to have the funds to cover the repair to my window, but man it sucks so bad 😭 im just more emotionally distressed that it happened than upset they stole my fave perfume

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lycanlupins · 24 days ago

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Question; how long do requests usually take to be fulfilled, like as a rough estimate?

usually not very long but uh…my car got broken into so im dealing with that currently 😭 i’ll try my best to write between dealing with that and work though!!

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lycanlupins · 27 days ago

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Hear me out…. Rogue(X-Men) nsfw alphabet 🙏🙏

WILL BE WORKING ON THIS IMMEDIATELY 🫡

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lycanlupins · 1 month ago

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i jumped from 1063 words to 6240 pre-editing with this next chapter for the jason fic, someone save me from this, i haven't even gotten to the smut yet

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lycanlupins · 1 month ago

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trying to write a fic chapter while feeling like dying is the worst, but at least me and jason todd are both feeling abandoned by people at the same time 🙂‍↕️

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lycanlupins · 1 month ago

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Second Chances - Jason Todd x Original Female Character

AN: this was a passion project while i was at a very low point mentally and couldn’t churn out my roy fic or any content honestly. I’m getting better and getting back in the swing of things and just wanted to give y’all a snippet of what I’ve been writing behind the scenes as a way to vent! ♥️ pls enjoy

CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic will contain; Referenced CSA, Referenced SA, Referenced Drug Use and Alcohol Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Physical Mental and Emotional Abuse, and will add more tags as needed! Please read at your own risk, I will add content warnings at each chapter beginning ♥️

In case you’d like a link to the AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60590161/chapters/154698973

The Iceberg Lounge buzzed with the usual clientele, a mix of Gotham's elite and the city's underbelly mingling in a symphony of whispered conversations and clinking glasses. Jason Todd, ever the observer, scanned the room, his sharp gaze honed by years of living on the edge. His head hung low low, obscuring his features. His eyes sharp, restless, betrayed a simmering tension beneath the surface. He'd come to the Iceberg Lounge seeking a diversion, a break from the endless cycle of violence that consumed his life. He found himself drawn to a woman seated at a table in the corner, her back to him.

She was a vision of elegance amidst the opulence of the lounge. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that held the allure of mystery. Her tanned skin and captivating brown eyes, full of warmth and just a hint of sadness, held Jason's gaze. Something about her, a quiet strength that resonated with his own hardened spirit, captivated him.

He moved through the crowd with an effortless grace that belied the chaos within him, his steps measured, deliberate. As he neared her table, he caught a glimpse of her profile, the delicate curve of her jawline, the way her lips moved as she spoke, and a wave of something unfamiliar washed over him. It wasn't just attraction, though that was undoubtedly present; it was a sense of intrigue, a yearning to unravel the secrets hidden beneath her enigmatic facade.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the seat opposite her. His voice, a low rumble, carried a hint of a northern accent, a remnant of his former life before the darkness claimed him.

She turned, her eyes meeting his with a spark of curiosity. Her lips curled into a slight smile, a delicate twist of amusement that sent a shiver down Jason's spine.

"You're Jason Todd, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice low and melodic.

He nodded, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And you are?"

"Marcy," she replied, extending a hand towards him.

He took it, her touch sending a jolt through him. Her fingers were cool, yet strong, and he held them a moment longer than necessary, reluctant to release the connection.

"You know a lot about me, Marcy," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Gotham is a small city, Jason," she replied, a knowing glint in her eye. "Word travels fast."

"Tell me, what words have you been hearing about me?" he questioned, his interest piqued. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was more than just a casual observer. Her presence exuded an air of confidence, a certain knowledge of the city's dark underbelly that intrigued him.

"Let's just say I have my ways around Gotham’s elite," she said, her eyes meeting his with a hint of challenge.

"And you do it with such elegance," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

She chuckled, a low, melodious sound that sent a thrill through him. "I make do with what I have."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the lounge's chatter providing a backdrop to their unspoken exchange. Jason felt a strange sense of ease with her, as though their lives had somehow intersected before, despite the fact that they were strangers. He couldn't help but wonder what drew her to the Iceberg Lounge, a place frequented by the city's most notorious figures.

"You're not exactly a regular here," he commented, breaking the silence.

Marcy's smile faded, replaced by a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Neither are you."

"No," he admitted, "but I'm drawn to the darkness."

"And I, to the light," she countered, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That's a curious thing to say for someone who frequents a place like this," he noted, raising an eyebrow.

"I find beauty in the unexpected," she replied, leaning back in her chair, her gaze meeting his. "Perhaps I'm searching for a glimmer of hope in a city that seems to revel in its darkness."

He couldn't help but be drawn to her honesty, her willingness to reveal a vulnerability beneath her enigmatic facade. It was a side of her he hadn't expected, but it only deepened his fascination.

"I think I understand," he said, his voice softer now. "But be careful, Marcy. The darkness has a way of clinging to you."

Her lips curved into a smile, but this time, there was no hint of amusement.

"I know," she said, her voice laced with a quiet strength. "But it doesn't have to consume you."

Their conversation continued, weaving through the intricacies of Gotham's underbelly and their own personal histories. Marcy was surprisingly knowledgeable about the city's criminal underworld, her insights sharper and more nuanced than anyone he'd met before. He felt a growing sense of respect for her, not just for her intelligence and wit, but for the resilience that radiated from her being. He couldn't shake the feeling that she held a secret, a hidden depth that hinted at a past filled with trials and triumphs.

The music shifted, a haunting melody that seemed to echo the darkness that clung to Gotham's heart. Marcy rose to her feet, a graceful movement that defied the gravity of her emotions.

"I should go," she said, her voice a whisper against the throbbing pulse of the music.

"Wait," he said, his voice urgent. He didn't want this encounter to end, not yet. He had a sudden and powerful urge to know more about her, to uncover the mystery that lay beneath her captivating exterior.

"You're curious," she observed, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of her lips.

He nodded, unable to deny the truth. "More than curious."

"I'm not easy to unravel, Jason," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of warning. "But if you're willing to take the risk, I might just let you in."

The night was young, and the city held countless dangers, but Jason knew he had to find a way to see her again. There was something about Marcy, an untamed spirit that mirrored his own, that promised a connection he desperately craved. As he watched her walk away, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for a glimmer of light in the darkness of his life.

#jason todd #red hood #red hood x oc #jason todd x oc #batman #self reblog

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