jason todd who absolutely cannot handle jealousy. who sees red at the slightest lingering stare from a man at the bar while you’re laughing about something you heard at work. who struggles to contain his urge to maim when some asshole ogles the shape of your thighs in your mini dress. who memorises the number plate of any driver who rolls past with their window down to yell out something obscene about your body, knowing the red hood will be paying them a visit later.
it’s probably the lazarus pit talking, but he knows it would be so easy to shatter every bone in their bodies with his bare hands—and, shit, it would feel fuckin’ great. but he’s promised you he’ll save his anger for the ‘real’ bad guys in gotham, so he settles for the next best option: fucking you so good you can barely remember your own name.
one of his hands gropes at your breasts while the other rubs tight circles on your clit as he ruts into you, the obscene sound of your wetness around his cock sending a chill down his spine. he’s worked three torturous orgasms out of you already—two with his mouth, one with his fingers—and you whine desperately as you feel him going for a fourth. your hands weakly claw at the y-shaped scar on his chest as he angles your hips off the bed, so that every thrust brushes against the sensitive spot in your walls.
he looks down at you with a mixture of pride and ferocity. “what’s the matter? too much for you, ma?” he asks, his voice ragged as he fucks into you. your eyes are watery and you’re reduced to a string of incoherent moans, your walls clamping down on him hard as he speaks. jason smiles wide—that’s all the answer he needs. seeing you gasp and writhe at the sensitivity as your fourth orgasm is forced out of you is enough to confirm what the both of you already know. none of those guys could fuck you like this, baby.
do you think freesia and jd would ever get back together? or will they stay sort-of friends?
I'm not going to lie, I kinda like the idea of them starting to date again and seeing where it takes them. 🙈 freesia sneaked into my heart for some reason (she kind of started this new trend of mine where i make ocs that were created to be dicks and then me just getting protective of them and trying to reason out their awful behavior kasjsdj)
also their ship already has a #1 hater and #1 supporter, both of which are doing it for the wrong reasons...
the problem with writing original fiction versus writing fanfiction is that when I write fanfiction, I can immediately post it and that same day people will be like, "cool fic, good writing, lemme pat you on the back," while trying to publish original fiction is waiting seventy-eight days to get a form rejection that says "It just didn't work for us." I enjoy writing and I write original stuff and I'm proud of it, but oh my GOD is the reward for it so much less satisfying.
Since Chris Carter apparently hates set lighting to hell and back and prefers to shoot his entire show in a completely black room with one (1) candle in a corner, I sat down and tried my best with the Truth/09x20 kiss.
After a lot of fiddling and frustration, which was mostly about keeping as much of the quality as possible without ending up with a heap of bright pixels, I present to you attempt 7 aka the final version.
I really hope tumblr doesn't completely kill the resolution
I've watched this kiss well over fifty times by now and it still rips out my heart and feeds it back to me.
How they old each other's faces in exactly the same way, the gentle brush of their thumbs, them stopping the kiss to have to most life-affirming hug ever instead, Mulder slowly swaying/rocking on his feet—after their separation everyone can finally breathe again, including myself.
And, of course, Skinner wishing he was literally anywhere else while internally melting and being happy for them, and I mean, who isn't?