can music save your mortal soul?!

꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ using her to blot your lipstick . . . natasha romanoff x fem!reader, fluff

You're sitting on the bathroom counter, carefully dragging lipstick across your lips. It's a rare night when the two of you can relax and doll up for a fancy dinner.

Well, you doll up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Nat strapping a gun to her thigh, just above the slit in her dress. It's simple and sleek, the complete opposite of your look. You prefer going all out, layering colors and textures until everything looks like you've stepped out of a Fancy Nancy book.

Glancing back at your reflection, you study your lips. The deep red is too bold. It throws the whole look off.

"Nat—"

"No. We're going to be late," she cuts you off, stepping into her heels.

You pout. "You don't even know what I was gonna say."

Natasha eyes you in the mirror. Then she straightens and stalks over, heels clicking against the floor.

"You were going to ask if the lipstick is too bold." She steps between your legs, fingers tilting your chin up. "It's not."

"It is."

"Baby."

pairing jason todd x bsf!reader

summary after telling him you made a playlist that reminded you of him, you accidentally send him the wrong one

content 1k words, fluff, suggestive, lotta lana del rey, reader has no idea how tech works (me)

based on this request

“How do I send this shit?” you mumble, tapping aimlessly on your phone. “It’s not working,” you complain, your voice filtering through his comms.

Jason had found a way to connect your phone to his helmet, which meant you were now free to bother him whenever you wanted. It was a power you wielded with absolutely no regard for his sanity. The constant random messages popping up on the screen inside his helmet would've driven anyone else crazy.

Just yesterday, part of his vision was filled with:

You know if anyone would have a Jane the Virgin situation, it'd be you

⟢ wally west x fem!reader, smut

His fingers curl inside you all the while he starts vibrating them. Your hips jerk, and a tiny whine leaves you. "wally," you breathe out.

"Hmm? Can your toy do that, baby?" he say's all smug. You'd called him complaining about how your vibrator had died. Naturally he sped over to yoour place instantly.

"wals, faster," you beg, even with his super speed you wanted more—needed it, needed him.

"greedy girl," he mutters and kisses both your cheeks. Then, the bastard leans back, fingers leaving you, your pussy clenching around nothing.

Your head falls back. "First my vibrator beytrays me, and now my boyfriend," you groan patheticly.

Wally tilts his head, his hands lingering at the waistline of his boxers. "I mean I was gonna give you something better but…

You perk up. "I love you." you pause. "alot." you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Love you too, babe," he mutters, leaning closer. He kisses you slowly before giving you what you've been waiting for.

masterlist

Pairing: Roy Harper x gn! reader

Summary: on a bad night, Roy picks you up to have a smoke and take your mind off of things

Content/CW -> smoking, nicotine use, just slice of life tbh

froggi yaps -> lowk wasn't feeling well tonight & wasn't gonna post but this just came to me while watching buffy <3 hopefully it's somewhat cohesive

Jason todd x female reader

cw: reader wears makeup, fluffy with a capital f, very short

Jason Todd loves to watch you when you do your makeup. He’s in absolute awe with your precision and skill.

He also loves asking you questions every time.

“how’d you do that?” He asks when you apply your eyeliner. “It matches your other eye perfectly.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “Shut up, it does not. They look like inbred cousins and they’re supposed to look like twins.”

he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You need to stop criticizing yourself.”

he’s also terrified of your eyelash curler. Jason Todd has faced countless criminals and villains, and even death, but watching you use an eyelash curler makes him shiver.

“How does that not rip out your eyelashes?!”

“Lots of practice. Also you don’t pull on it. You keep it in the same spot at all times.”

He watches you in awe every morning as you get ready for work. Of course he thinks you’re gorgeous without makeup, but he knows you enjoy doing it.

“You know you don’t need makeup, right? You’re gorgeous with and without it,” he tells you almost every morning.

“I know,” you reply, your confidence has always amazed him, “but it’s fun. It’s like I’m painting a portrait of myself.”

He gives you kisses after you finish every step. And once you’ve finished your whole routine and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you for a minute just to murmur “my pretty girl” and give you a kiss.

okay, it’s more like ten kisses but who’s keeping track?

contains: jason todd has an unhealthy crush on his best friend’s sister. she finds him irresistible. so naturally they begin dating in secret! suggestive, mentions of injuries, smoking etc mdni in general, req from my old account!

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✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ jason todd x fem!reader

࿐ synopsis ⦂ jason todd can outrun anything gotham throws at him, but sitting still in a safehouse at two in the morning, blanket-warm and dangerously honest, turns out to be the thing that undoes you both.

꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ light angst with a tint of fluff, soft!jason, established relationship dangerous surroundings, slight mention of future plans, remaining in a safehouse until the danger passes.

masterlist . . . . . ↷

his call rang at eleven, the exact time nothing good ever happens. you answered on the second ring. it was always like this when his name lit up your screen past ten... you answered immediately and you didn't ask questions until jason todd told you it was safe to ask them.

"pack a bag," he solely said, "...clothes for two days, devices if you need them, anything you can't replace. don't turn on the lights!"

your stomach dropped to a soft floor that was once hard under your feet. you were no stranger to this feeling.

"alright," you respond. "how long?"

"until I say otherwise." you could hear him breathing, which meant he was somewhere quiet, trying to be careful. "are you already awake?"

"I was reading what you left at my place."

"good. don't put the book down until I'm at your door... I'm seven minutes out."

he hung up... you were left in the dark with your phone glowing and your book still open. you breathed carefully, the way he taught you, and then you got up to pack your belongings. all lights out.

his safehouse was in a part of gotham that doesn't have a recognisable name to many. jason unlocked it with a key from a ring weighted by at least eleven more keys, probably for his other scattered safehouses. he went in first, and he checked it before he even let you pass. you stood in the doorway, a bag on your shoulder waiting for him to be done with all this moving through the dark rooms.

"clear," he announced, and only then could you move in.

It smelt like dust and old radiator heat. jason drew the curtains together the second you were both inside. he flipped a switch to a single lamp in the far corner, and the room brightened a sweet softness that surprised you every time, 'cause deep down the unwanted bias of expecting these places of his to feel brutal and caging in was always proven wrong.

"you want tea," he asked.

"Is there tea?"

"I stock them." he strolled to the small kitchen.

you sat on the couch and pulled your knees to your chest, listening to him work around the kitchen. at some point, your eyes fell shut. you allowed yourself to be comforted by the domestic sounds.

jason returned with two mugs and set yours in front of you on the table. he flung his body onto the couch's free space without bothering to take his jacket off. his eyes were scanning the space... alertness second in command to his being... constantly tracking sound...

"...jay," you were tired of waiting, "are you gonna tell me why I'm here?"

"someone I put away three years ago got out on a technicality." his voice was even. "he knows my face. he doesn't know yours, but..."

"but I know yours."

"...yeah." he snatched up his mug. "so you're bound to me."

you nod slowly. this was practising what it meant to live a life by his side. the way that loving jason todd meant you had to disappear from your own home at midnight with no light and your heart in your throat, 'cause someone somewhere had decided to make you an answer to an equation that was only ever meant to involve him.

you used to resent this. there were early months where the line blurred and you threw the resentment in his direction simply 'cause he was there... but now you don't resent it anymore. you're not entirely sure when that changed.

"how long do you think?"

"a night. maybe two." he shifted, getting himself comfortable on the couch whilst angling slightly toward the door. "depends on whether he makes a move or just goes to ground."

"and if he goes to ground?"

"then we wait until I find him... I'll find him faster than he expects."

oh, he was serious, and no doubt did you believe him.

by one in the morning it became clear that both of you weren't going to surrender to sleep any time soon. jason fetched blankets from the closet and pulled one over your shoulders; the other over his lap as you caved into his firm side. your feet tucked under the edge of his thigh. his arm along the back of the couch behind you.

"you can sleep," he said. "I'm not going to."

"I know you're not." you cranked your neck from his shoulder to meet his eyes. "that's why I'm not."

he opened his mouth, only to shut it at the lost argument. little seconds crossed, he whispered, "...I mean it, you don't have to stay up with me."

"I know." you shoved deeper into him.

jason and you spoke for a while about nothing. something the two of you were always good at. he listened to you with beautiful attention, the kind that made you feel like what was coming out you mouth was the most interesting thing he's heard in his life.

you knew that could never be true given the life he led, and yet... around two he went quiet, and you sat in that same silence for a while with him, before talking...

"am i allow to say something?"

"you're gonna ask it either way..."

"when you're in situations like this. being hunted, or ... whatever the right word is." you keep your tone considerate. "does it feel like it used to?"

his mouth pressed closed long enough that you wondered if you overstepped a boundary...

"...no," he finally gave you an answer. "It used to feel like I was part of the thing. like the danger and me were the same substance."

you waited.

"It doesn't feel like that now," he continued. "now there's a line between me and it. I can see both sides of it." he cast a look to the curtained window. "most of the time."

"...most of the time," you echoed, curious.

"most is better than none."

"yeah," you agreed. "It really is."

he glanced at you. you looked back at him steadily, knowing that with jason you weren't supposed to look away from times like these. he needs to be met.

"you're not scared," he questioned.

"of this? the situation?"

"of me." he paused. "the situation is me."

now, you were feeling it within. he wasn't asking for reassurance or a pretty answer. he was demanding honesty with no way to say it aloud.

"I thought about it," you began. "early on, I thought about it a lot."

"and?"

"and I think I would be scared of a version of you that didn't worry about it." you turned your mug in your hands. "the worrying is the point. that's you on the right side of the line."

"that's..." jason cut off, thinking.

"you don't have to say anything."

"I know, I..." he paused like he was trying to come up with a deep explanation, before simply settling with..." I know I don't."

by three, thirty you had pushed barriers until his arm was actually around you and your head is on his shoulder and the blankets were pooled across both of you.

he was still very much alert... in the slight tension in the arm around you, the way he went rigid at a sound from outside (a car, passing, nothing) before easing again. his alertness wasn't frightening from your angle. in fact, it was the thing that let you close your eyes.

"I've been thinking," he said quietly, into the top of your head, "about getting a new place."

"a safehouse?"

"an actual place. with a kitchen and..." he hopelessly started again. "with enough space for two people."

you open your eyes. didn't lift your head.

"two people," you repeated.

"I'm not asking tonight," he clarified. "I'm not... this isn't me asking. I just wanted to say it out loud. once. to see what it sounded like."

"what does it sound like?"

a pause. outside, the rain. the radiator's tick...

"less terrifying than I thought!"

you melted your face into his shoulder. "yeah," you muffled into his jacket. "same."

jason's arm tightened around you.

you didn't really get any sleep. you drifted in and out of your awake consciousness. around four he called your name, testing whether you were asleep or not.

"hmm..."

"there's a diner two blocks east that opens at five." jason informed. "they do good eggs."

you pondered it, "are we safe to go at five?"

"should be. checked in with my contact twenty minutes ago." his hand moved, once, across your hair to stroke it, soft. "I'll know more by then."

"alright." you leaned back. "wake me at four, forty five."

"yeah," he obeyed.

you closed your eyes again. the lamp made the inside of your eyelids warm and orange. the rain was easing.

⟢ content helena bertinelli x fem!reader, fluff

Helena who takes you out on midnight bike rides when you're half asleep and whining about how she never takes you out on her bike. (a blatant lie but it gets to her every time.) The wind tangles your hair as your arms stay wrapped tightly around her waist. When your fingers start teasingly sliding lower, she'll speed up, a warning she doesn't actually mean.

Helena who visibly panics when your eyes get all watery while you're cutting onions. It doesn't occur to her that it's the onions making you like this. In her head, she's fucked up somehow.

You blink away some tears while putting the knife down. Through your blurry vision, you see your girlfriend staring at you, brows furrowed, her mouth opening, then closing as if she wants to say something but isn't sure what.

"You, good, honey?" you ask, wiping a lone tear. 

"Um, I'm fine…are you…?" she asks hesitantly.

"I'm always good when you're with me," you say happily, turning back to the chopping board. Her hand wraps around your wrist before you can, and she keeps you facing her. For a moment, it's silent as she looks over you. 

When she's satisfied, her hand drops to her side, and her voice is steady as she speaks. "If I've done something, just tell me, kay?"

Helena who’ll teach you how to fight so you can protect yourself when she’s not around. It’s brutal at times. You’ll be panting, trying to keep up as she swings at you and you think your legs will give out. But afterwards, she’ll press a kiss to your forehead, both your cheeks, then finally, she’ll press one to your lips as if you’ve earned this.

Helena who kisses you when you start overthinking. 

"Babe," Helena taps your shoulder when you've been staring at the same stop for minutes, your knee bouncing. Honestly, it's distracting her from the movie, but more importantly, you have that overthinking look she recognizes. 

When all she gets in response is a hum, she'll roll her eyes, tilt your face towards her, and kiss you til you stop spiraling.