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Every Fish Mooney Scene (5/?)

That son of a bitch just threatened me. You hang him up with his partner.

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The duality

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Omg! Do you still ship people with sf9?? Can you tell I was scrolling through your old posts😅

If you do.. could you do me?

I love cooking and baking, like that's my profession🤪 I love watching movies and TV, princess treatment with a cute dom🤌🏾 very much my vibe. I also love stormy weather and slow songs. I'm also a cancer, if that helps anything.. and I love praise, like tell me how good I am🤤

I hope I'm not harassing you, cause this is my second ask😭

Oh, hello! I haven't done that in a while but shipping is fun 🥰

I ship you with Youngbin!

He's so proud of your culinary talents. Boy even becomes your assistant and he tastes the food from your hand with adoration eyes. He's is always ready to praise you (but that's not about the food every time)

Youngbin got the perfect amount of kinkness for you. Stormy days or nights are to cuddling and eventually turning it into sex. He's such a soft dom, likes to sweet-talk you in your ear while he hugs you from behind. His voice is so low and charming that it makes your eyes roll alone. "I gonna make you feel gone, baby girl". You loves the feel of his member hardening and growing against your butt.

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Even the song rec is perfect!🤭

Helping SF9 heal from a bad breakup

but you have bad intentions

Context: you and him were friends for a while, but now that he is single again you feel a hard crush striking you (again)

Pairing: sf9 x gn reader

Genre: more suggestive than explicit smut, there's angst but it isn't the focus.

Warnings: bad words, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, suggestive touches, alcohol.

Bonus song rec: XO, by I.M

Youngbin:

He is the type to stay home and not talk much about the breakup while he recovers. He is moody and doesn't want to infect you with his vibe. Yet even he had to admit that it was lasting too long so he started seeing you after work with a smile on his face.

You perceived his fakeness but didn't comment on it. The way he kept you company on your way home was adorable. You were becoming closer with each passing day.

At some point, you only needed a small move to kiss his neck in the middle of a goodbye hug, and so you did. He stuttered your name and you just shushed him "You should get in, Binnie"

He let you walk him in and resume your hot kiss on his neck while comfortably sitting on his lap. "You're so good to me, y/n" he sighs. You felt his fingers squeezing your thigh.

Inseong:

Inseong almost fooled you, he gave you the news about his breakup with a quite calm tone even though the history was awful. He immediately started seeing you more often, just like you did when you two were single.

You even dragged him to buy new gym clothes because he was like bubblegum, glued to you. You had to admit you liked his silly face following you around, but at times you noticed hints of sadness in his expression.

"Hey, Seongie. I'm in doubt about these two shorts. Do you think this one will look better on my... butt?

He genuinely laughed at your jest, he couldn't see you had a true interest in him. So you asked if his ex was bold enough to take him to a dressing room and make out there. You ended up pinning him up against the mirror.

Jaeyoon:

He in fact believes that he might recover faster if he fucks around. But he won't tell his best friend that he has been seeing a new person. Especially if he doesn't like them much.

"You know what?" you asked him touching his hair a bit. "I know a way to make you feel better than this"

You haven't seen him a lot since his chaotic breakup but you heard rumors about him, then you openly asked him about that.

"That's nothing serious, y/n. I'm not introducing them to my family or something"

Jaeyoon definitely didn't want to give you any part in such a situation. However, as soon as you looked at him with those curious eyes and a promise on your lips he changes his mind.

You take his t-shirt off and start sucking on his abs, chest, nipples...

Dawon:

Dawon becomes just a shadow of what his true self is. Your best friend, who is the life of the party, is now sipping his drink at the corner. "Don't wanna scream your lungs out at the karaoke like a normal person?" you asked him after bumping his shoulder with your own. "Maybe it will help"

"I'm fine, y/n" he lies.

"I see" you respond. "I'll stay here with you if you don't push me away"

He would never. In a gesture of gratitude, he smooched you on the cheek.

You got closer until your body was pressing his, but he didn't move a millimeter. You looked up to see his face and he was already studying you.

"There are things I wanna do to you"

"Hope they are very nasty things" he spat back and offered you his drink.

You drank from the glass while piercing him with the gaze of an animal. He was no different, deep down all he needs is a good blowjob.

Rowoon:

Seokwoo was slightly embarrassed with the way things ended. One day he was the happiest man alive, then the next day his girl changed him for another guy.

"I'm not saying you have to take revenge, but you can do it" you suggested while you all had a relaxing walk around his neighborhood.

"Even if I wanted to... I don't see how" he answered with a weird delay.

You chuckled and took his hands, interlacing your fingers with his.

"She has an ego after all, she may think me and you had a thing while you were with her"

That started with casually walking up holding hands where his ex could see and ended with him under you and begging to have you. "I don't know, Seokwoo... maybe sex is too much" you provoke.

Zuho:

It's like he is losing all his talent, he told you in a moment of weakness. "I shouldn't be bothering you with my problems" he apologizes right after. He felt like working in his music could help him out of that breakup but where is his inspiration when he needs it?

"That's alright, I'm not bothered. I think you need to clean your mind from those hard feelings before you can make something new." You squeeze his thigh in a signal of partnership. His tattoo was under your palm and you lingered your eyes there for a while.

He placed his hand over yours and rubbed your skin with his thumb.

"Any idea?" he questioned with anticipation.

You moved your hand to smoothly feel his inner thigh as well, which made his shorts lift a bit.

"You're not bothering me, neither using me, okay? I want you."

He gave in and let you touch his body freely, you could feel how curious he was about what you would do next.

Yoo Taeyang:

"I hope you're doing better now" you voiced after giving your friend a warm hug.

Since that breakup everyone heard about, Taeyang hasn't been spotted but now you were together.

"I do" he answered with a sigh. "I'm even wearing the t-shirt she hated!"

You melted inside. Taeyang has always been an adorable guy. His sensitive side makes you want to protect him.

"You look hot in it" you strike just to see him chuckle. "I mean it, I would hit you if we weren't just friends."

"What's the problem about being friends?" he unexpectedly replied.

You came closer nodding at his consideration. "You should kiss me wearing this tee or take it off..."

Hwiyoung:

Unlikely Zuho, Hwiyoung spends his days writing his little emo songs about his ex. "That's my way to cope, y/n" he explained to you when you visited him. "Do you wanna read them?"

"Sorry, babe, but I'm not here to hear more about that girl"

"Oh, you're right. I'm dumb"

You hold his face between your hands and shook your head no. He wasn't dumb at all, he was a gorgeous man who did not deserve to suffer. "I've been thinking about kissing away these dark circles around your eyes."

His lips parted in surprise but he didn't attempt to move away. You could lean in and Hwyoung simply let you explore his face, brushing your mouth against his cheekbones and eyelids while he held on your waist.

Chani:

You were afraid that Chani's bedroom would become empty. He couldn't stop finding things to throw away.

"Fuck her, I should set fire to all this shit but I don't wanna contribute to the global warming"

You held your laugh and above all, he was sad.

"Chani, come here". You saw his demeanor change to something softer at your call. "That girl was a bitch but you will be fine"

He stood up and faced you, that was so clear that he took everything you ever say in consideration.

"You're right. I'm too stressed out"

You took both his hands and interlaced your fingers with his.

"Why did we stopped hooking up?" You smoothly asked.

Chani shrugged and moved your arms to the top of his shoulders, so he could kiss you more naturally. That was a needy kiss, his tongue traced your lips before intruding in.

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Could you please write something like Jason and her are already in a relationship, but she doesn't know he's Red Hood and she falls and Red Hood catches her and he starts flirting she is all "I have a boyfriend, back up" and she goes back home and tells Jason everything complaining about the Red Hood and Jason sits there with a smirk enjoying her ranting? Maybe she punches him in the stomach and comes home and sees Jason has a matching bruise? Honestly, I leave the writing to the writers..😅

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Author: thanks for asking! 🐞

Description: You had no idea Jason was from Red Hood

For several reasons, Jason wouldn't tell you that he was Red Hood, both to spare you from the atrocities he committed and for fear that you would leave him when you found out what he did.

He would feel bad about it, his mind would be so tight that he would almost speak as soon as you asked him something about it, but he did it to protect you from the evil that he was.

He would cry a lot if you left him, Jason loves you and doesn't want to be left alone again.

When you found out he would freeze, try to stop you from leaving or want your attention on him so you wouldn't stop to think about how violent he seemed.

It was cold in Gotham City, the wind blowing in your face making your skin colder than usual. Your work shift was quite tough, your grumpy boss pulling your foot to deliver piles and piles of work.

Letting out a sigh of discouragement, you try to cut across the street, taking a shortcut that was sometimes convenient. So focused on your stress and your headache, you couldn't see the huge hole that was in front of you.

Red hood you look up, observing that familiar face that you saw on TV, usually not frowned upon by society as an anti-hero or something like that.

"Did you like the view, cutie?" His voice was seductive and deep, it would make any girl fall in love with him in a minute if he wanted it to.

"Thanks for saving me, now I'm going," saying firmly, you walk past him, after all, your boyfriend was waiting for you at home so you could sleep together in a warm bed for another day.

"Hey, what's the rush, baby?" He holds your wrist with his rough and thick fingers, his touch soft.

"I said no, and that's it." When she realized that this guy wouldn't leave you alone, in an act of self-defense she punches him in the stomach, making him grunt in pain and bend over a little.

Without wasting time, you run back home, trying to hurry, you just wanted to go back and see your boyfriend again.

When you walked through the door, you noticed that he had something in his stomach and the TV was on.

Jason looks at you with an amused expression. He never told you about his Red Hood persona, and he managed to hide it surprisingly well throughout your relationship. The TV was on, covering a news story about how Red Hood saved some kids from a burning building.

You stopped and sighed as you walked into the house "I don't have much to say about him, he saved me from falling down the drain but he's still a flirt" she says in disgust

"Well, he saves people, doesn't he?" he says nervously, running his fingers through his hair so as not to look as nervous as he looked.

Following your eyes to his abdomen she frowns and realizes something was wrong, moving slowly towards him you see the same mark on his abdomen. "What?" without even needing to ask properly he already collapses in front of you knowing that you found out.

"i'm sorry- baby please- baby" jason stands up the pain stinging in his stomach he tries to reach out to touch you desperate for you not to leave "please don't leave me..."

"No, no, I won't leave you" your voice soothes him and he holds onto you holding you there...needing your warmth and your love, the rest of the night you two slept together while he clung to you

he loves you.

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🪼 Thank you for requesting the writing, and I hope it is what you asked for.

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Hello sanne! I have a request, if it inspires you: what about reader who's been hurt and has amnesia when they wake up. And Jason is there and reader gets all flustered because pretty boy alert!! Pretty boy is speaking gently to them!! And in actuality Jason and reader are together. I hope that made sense 😭 love your writing so so much!!

this is such a sweet request!

jason todd x gn!reader. tw medical setting, reader is on pain meds and has been in an accident, major major fluff, established relationship.

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The first thing you notice is that your mouth tastes... not good.

You try to swallow and clear out the taste. All that happens is a useless smack of your tongue. Your throat is too dry for any swallowing to happen.

"...been out for about twelve hours. Yeah, I've been here the whole time."

You're pretty sure that you know that voice. You're drawing a blank on that voice's name, but you swear you know the voice.

"They're awake. Yeah, bye."

It's deep and warm and soft and yes. You definitely know the voice.

Okay. Opening your eyes.

You do so with substantial effort. Your vision is bleary. All you can make out are blobs of gray. You've got a lot of eye boogies in your eyes. You can feel them.

But you're not really sure about where your hands are at this moment in time, so the eye boogies will have to camp out for a little longer.

"Hey." The bed shifts. That warm voice gets closer. "Hey, hey. Y'thirsty?"

A straw taps your lips. You clumsily take it and drink until it gurgles and there's no more water.

"Yeah, I'll bet you're thirsty. Want more?"

You shake your head. A cool, rough hand pets your forehead. Oh, that's nice. That's very nice. The bedside manner in this hospital is impeccable. A little forward, but you don't mind. The voice and his hand are both very polite.

Time to try to actually see some shit. You hone in on your vision, putting every iota of brainpower into processing what your eyes are telling your brain.

A figure. A man. Huzzah!

Oh. Oh, wow. A very beautiful man. A big, hulking, beautiful man.

He's young, boyishly handsome. His eyes are bright. A scar is etched from the top of his right temple to his lip. There's a white streak in his dark hair. Is that a trend now? You can't remember.

"Where 'm I?" you ask.

"You're in the Batcave. How much do you remember, honey?" the gorgeous, beautiful, dreamboat nurse asks.

Well, you remember being in a car, and then being ejected from that car, and then hot, blinding pain, and then... waking up.

"Car accident?" you manage.

Pretty Nurse nods. Is he a nurse? He looks more like a biker, with his leather jacket and empty holsters. He looks like he could pin you down with one arm and—

Whoa. Chill.

"Yeah, kinda. There was an explosion. You hit your head pretty hard." He strokes the back of your head, frowning. "How do you feel?"

You feel like your head has an anvil tied to it. But it's okay, because look at this biker-nurse! Wowza!

He takes your hand (you have hands! Huzzah!) and strokes your knuckles with his thumb, which is fine, actually, because he has really nice eyes. You want to tell him.

"You h've nice eyes," you say.

Pretty Nurse blinks, looking startled. His cheeks go a little pink. "Oh. Um, thanks, baby. Y'sweet."

Baby? Do you really have that much rizz as a medical patient? You can't imagine how irresistible you must be when you haven't been in an explosion.

But then everything shatters when you look down and see a silver band on his hand. What the shit! He's married? Or engaged, at least. Son of a biscuit.

And he's flirting with you? What a pig!

You snatch your hand back, suddenly sour. Pretty Nurse raises his eyebrows.

"What's a'matter?"

"You have a ring," you say, voice dripping in contempt.

"I—" He looks down. "Uh, well, yeah. I do."

Devastating. "If you're taken, you shouldn't be flirting with me, jerk."

He squints. "Wh—oh. Oh. Huh."

Pretty Biker Nurse looks like you've just said something funny. You don't see what's so funny about infidelity. May God strike him down!

He smiles coyly. "D'you know who I am, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you say, glowering. "Y'just a no-good philanderer who should be ashamed of hi'self. Don't care how handsome you are; I won't enter your web of lies!"

He laughs, bright and sweet. Damn him! You need a different nurse. This one is the epitome of temptation.

"Oh, baby. Oh, you're too cute. Can I take your hand?"

"Not if you're gonna flirt more," you say, lifting your chin. "Dirtbag."

"Your moral code is incredible, honey. Good to know I'll never have anything to worry about, though I never doubted you. Can I show you something, though?"

He lifts your hand and on your finger is a gold band. More delicately shaped than his ring, but similar.

"Oh my God," you say, panic growing. "I'm cheating on my husband."

He laughs louder this time. "Your fiancé, actually. Wedding isn't till August. And no, honeylove. You're not cheatin', 'cause I'm right here."

He leans in and kisses your forehead. Your hackles raise for a moment until... wait...

"You're my fiancé?" you ask, eyes huge.

He smiles shyly. "In the flesh. Y'remember my name?"

You feel like it's a J name. "J..."

"Jason," he says gently. "Yeah, wow. They got you on some pretty strong meds, huh? Leslie said you should start to remember more stuff in a day."

Jason. Pretty Biker Nurse Jason. Holy moly. He's engaged to you? About to marry you?

"You are so pretty," you blurt.

That makes Jason more shy. He smiles like he's done something he's not supposed to do. "Not as pretty as you, honey pie."

"No, you're... I mean, wow. Sorry I called you a jerk. How did I get with you? That's crazy. You're fine as hell."

Jason snorts, wide shoulders shaking. His cheeks are red. "Jesus, you're shameless."

Well, yeah. You're still not sure this isn't a dream. You have to let your fiancé know exactly what you think about him.

You prepare to tell him something smooth and romantic. Something about how kissable he looks.

"Y'look like a sexy biker."

Hm. Not exactly what you had in mind. Your brain feels like a blue raspberry slushie.

Jason grins. "Oh, yeah? That why you been starin' at me? Didn't know you had a thing for bikers. You're terrified of going on my motorcycle."

How does he know that? It's true; you like bikers from afar but you're not about to get on a death machine, thanks.

"You can rev my engine," you say, head slumping against the pillow.

"Oh my God," Jason says, clearly delighted. "Don't think I've ever seen this reaction to pain meds."

"Can't believe we're engaged," you say again. "How'd we even meet?"

"Well, I'm a vigilante of sorts, and the first time we met was after I saved you from a mugging. And then we kinda just... kept running into each other. You bought me coffee without realizing who I was. And we, uh, fell in love. As people do."

"You proposed to me in Spain," you say suddenly, the memory rushing back. "You... you wanted to prove you wouldn't put work above us."

Jason nods, lacing your and his fingers together. "Yeah, that's right. Three weeks in Spain." He pulls out his phone and shows you the lockscreen. It's of you two. Jason has sunglasses on. You're smiling. You can't remember ever smiling like that before.

Tears suddenly spring to your eyes, emotion smacking into you like an eighteen-wheeler. Jason leans in, concerned.

"Baby? Hey, what's wrong? Something hurts?" he asks, inspecting your head.

Your mouth quivers. "You... you love me so much."

Jason stops, tilting his head. "I... uh, yeah. 'Course I do. You're the person I love the most in the world."

That makes you cry, tears running down your cheeks. Jason's eyes widen in alarm.

"Sweetheart? What's—hey, it's okay. Why're y'crying, huh?"

He brushes your tears away with his thumbs, cradling your face. You sniffle.

"I'm s-sorry I called you a dirtbag," you blubber. "Y'not a dirtbag. You love me so much."

"Oh-ho, oh, honey. Baby, you've been unconscious for twelve hours. You're under heavy medication. I know you didn't recognize me, it's okay. Trust me, I've been called far worse," Jason says tenderly.

Dear God, you're a beast. What kind of person doesn't recognize their own fiancé?! You cry harder.

"I should've remembered you! I'm a bad fiancé," you wail.

"Aw, sweetheart. No, no, it's okay. C'mere."

Jason scoots you over slightly and pulls you into his arms. You cry into his shoulder, slobbering all over his sexy biker jacket. He rubs circles on your back.

"You're really cute and nice and I'm glad y'marrying me," you say, muffled in his shoulder.

Jason hums, the sound vibrating through you. "I'm really happy to be marrying you, sweetheart. You rock my world."

You sniff. "Really?"

"Mmhm." Jason kisses the side of your neck. "How 'bout you sleep a little more, hm? I bet you're exhausted."

Now that he mentions it, you do feel pretty worn-out. Especially after crying. And almost getting blown up.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Absolutely, honey. I swear."

Jason eases you onto your back. Your eyes are beginning to feel heavy.

"Sleep, beautiful. I'm right here."

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Catwoman: The Movie (2004) #1

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1x4 | Arkham

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I AM WORTHY OF ALL GOOD THINGS

Self worth affirmations!

I am worthy of all good things

I am worthy of the purest love

I am worthy of people with pure and good intentions

I am worthy of people who love me fully

I am worthy of all my dreams and goals

I am worthy of everything I work for

I am worthy for love and respect

I am worthy of admiration

I am worthy of forgiveness

I am worthy of peace

I am worthy of kindness

I am worthy of generosity

I am worthy of new opportunities and experiences

I am worthy of people who love me the way I love them

I am worthy of my dream body

I am worthy of expensive things

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You like bad girls?

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Was she the villian tho...? 🤔

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She is just like me foreal..🩶

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This vibe...