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[allaboardthezariman]

(They worked really hard on them but they will never admit it)

Awwww! Paper flowers! What a beautiful gift. I hope you gave Aya something nice in return...

Your Star Days Plant:

A pile of wet seaweed with a single perfect snowdrop sticking out the top.

Oh...at least it seems like she tried to make a crown. Happy Star Days!

[newbackgroundcharacter-unlocked]

I’d love to come up to you from behind, cover your mouth and blindfold you. Then I’d bend you over your bed and strip you down, spanking you while I do so. Then I’d rub my cock against your pussy until it could slide right in, and I’d start fucking you hard and fast. Pulling your hair and showing you that I’m in control. I’d keep doing that until I cum inside of you filling you up. And then of course you can’t forget the after care. I’d take off the blind fold and pick you up and lay down in the bed with you. Holding you close and giving you soft tender kisses while we fall asleep together.

Spanks, hair pulls, and cuddles after? Ugh you've spoiled me with all the things I love anon🤤 thank you for sharing and giving me something to think about hehe

[n3ver-mor3]

in honor of Tsimiday here's all the car selfies I've collected!

[slumberingponies]

Uhhhhhhh you should write something sweet about Leatherface idk that's your prompt run with it

this is actually really good because my plaster just came in the mail ^^

You sit up from your bed as you hear the door hesitantly creak open, a watery eye peeking through the gap and locking eyes with you. A heavy sigh escaping you as you can already tell what happened, again. Like cogs turning, you slip your feet off the bed and reach onto your bedside table for a medkit as he takes a seat next to you. The plush, off-white bedding dipping gently beneath him as he scoots closer. Shamefully raising his blood pricked hands up to you, another sewing accident that seemingly fell into your hands of responsibilities tonight.

"I thought I told you to stop being so heavy handed when you're using a needle?...you never do this with the saw", you muttered.

Thomas shifted uncomfortably as his eyes glanced away under the leathery mask that adorned his face. Oddly enough, the skin underneath was plush and rosy. You'd only ever seen it once before when you caught him using some kind of make up he had skimmed off of a girl, her former polite attitude almost as sweet as her.

"Accident-" he grunted

"It's always an accident, Thomas!" you snapped, watching him flinch back as your voice rose in sync with the dabbing of rubbing alcohol against his finger tips. You stiffened, looking back down at his hands as you began to wrap them. A tension fueled silence settling over the room until you dared to break it.

"Y'know...you can always come see me any other time, right? Not just for accidents, Tommy" you said in air quotes.

The scar riddeled man that sat across from you let his eyes linger on your conjoined hands. Fingers laced together as you tugged him a little closer, a smile blooming across your cheeks as he nodded back at you.

[slippinmickeys]

Ok, I am finally taking up my courage to send in a prompt. I really don’t want to bring any boring stuff to your desk. However, I will never be over how Existence handled William‘s birth and the aftermath. So could you give us your version? 🥺What happens in Funfetti Universe when Mulder enters the cabin and sees them for thr first time? Does William show his gift right away? Did he lead Mulder to the right place? Could he change his haircolor an hour after his birth just like Tonks did?

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us. I just reread The Unseelie Court, such an intense casefile.

Monica at the foot of the bed, Scully prone and vulnerable on top of it.

There was much Scully wished to forget from that day—the pain—pain from which there was no escape—but some things she always wanted to remember; Monica’s stalwart encouragement, her concerned but steady confidence.

And William. She would always remember William. How he came roaring into the world at full volume, if not at full speed.

Mulder came not much later, in what Scully dully remembered from the aftermath, the oxytocin wearing off, the searing, aching pain of a burning tear. Her audience had left and Monica had delivered the placenta but there was bleeding, bleeding. Blood.

Still, Mulder stumbled into the room—dazed, amped up on adrenaline, eyes scanning for the threats that had witnessed the boy’s birth and exited in deference, in respect. Prostate, with lowered eyes and humbled hearts—beings that had once been people, flawed and complicated people.

“Scully,” he said, pulled up short next to the brass daybed, the room smelling intensely of blood and dust.

Whatever he’d expected to find, it wasn’t two dozen human replacements driving away, it wasn’t Scully with a warm bundle on her chest, it wasn’t Monica’s wide, concerned eyes.

Scully had found it difficult to find her voice, but her hand found his, warm and firm and unyielding.

“I have a helicopter,” he’d said, breath wafting over her face. He moved to let go of her hand, like he would go out and fly it himself, like he’d be right back with her ticket.

“You have a son,” she said, correcting him.

When he looked down at the hot little thump of flesh, the baby stared right back at him. He knew enough that the boy’s eyes should be sightless and unable to track, but they followed his father’s movements, and they were bright and sharp and knowing to a degree that Mulder shuffled uncomfortably on his feet.

Then Scully’s eyes fluttered shut and the baby began to wail and Monica Reyes grabbed Mulder by the shoulder and gave him a look so pinning and serious that he stumbled out the door and under the rotor wash and the Ray-Ban-wearing, gum-snapping chopper pilot said “Yes, sir. Yes, sir.” And an hour later Scully was in surgery and William was temporarily in the NICU and Mulder sunk to his knees in a hospital chapel and prayed to a god he didn’t believe in.

[angelooze]

28. What is the weirdest porn category you’ve searched for?

Tag a mutual you’d fuck given the opportunity. for the ask game!

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28: Weirdest is kinda subjective I guess so on one hand vanilla het porn is probably the weirdest but in the way that it's probably meant it's likely insect fucking

1: i'd kinda fuck any mutual but i'd rather they fuck me tbh x3 the game: https://www.tumblr.com/angelooze/814813288404746240?source=share

[crimsonprose]

Prompt game number 6 Lottienat, perchance?

Lottie had her pressed up against the kitchen counter so tight, Nat’s hands scrambled to grab onto the edge of it to keep it from cutting into her back. They had agreed on having an open relationship, but now that they were at some party— during which Nat had been making out with some guy all night— her girlfriend had clearly changed her mind about the concept of sharing. 

Without even kissing her first, Lottie’s hand found its way between the heat of her skin and the waistband of her skirt, long adept fingers sliding inside the lace of her underwear and slipping through her already slick folds with little resistance. Her lips, meanwhile— so close to Nat’s she could feel the warmth of every exhaled breath— curled into a cocky grin. 

“Be honest, baby,” whispered Lottie, voice thick with dominance as her fingers continued to work below, “does he make you feel like this?”

[sillymouse27]

Concept that dawned on me fully formed while doing normal activities: Em tells Murph she wants to try sensory deprivation and he immediately knows he can use this to involve her in the Vantasmos play without having to let her watch just how embarrassingly deep in it he gets. This results in a scene where Frankie is trying to get Mavid and Penny to work out an issue on a “girl he got for them” together. Eventually at Frankie’s coaxing they both have hands inside her and everyone is just fully clothed SQUIRMING under the intimacy of it

Anon.

ANON.

I have tried so hard to come up with something coherent in response to this, but every time I think about it, my brain goes !!!!!!!!!!! and I kind of whiteout into a haze of horniness.

Because -- yes! Yes!!! Emily blindfolded and gagged (mostly so she doesn't heckle), and I'm going back and forth about earplugs. Maybe nothing that will block out sound completely, but just muffle it a little. She can't stop giggling and Murph rolls his eyes and kisses the corner of her mouth, and feels kind of dirty about the way her lips are stretched around the ball gag. (He didn't even buy it! He didn't buy any of their toys, it's his three menaces that keep coming to him with shit and saying, You should use this on me, Daddy. He thinks Caldwell bought the gag; it came with a note that said So you can shut me up! And a drawing of Mario, for some incomprehensible reason.)

Anyway. Murph kisses her and opens the bedroom door, and Frankie calls gruffly for the boys to get in here.

I love the idea of them working out some issue. I've been mulling on what that could be. I like the idea of the conceit of the scene being that Mavid's been bratty about Penny 'losing Mom' to 'a guy who can really take care of her', and this being some sort of 'look, this'll show you how good your father can take care of a woman, maybe you'll learn some goddamn respect, you little ghoul'.

Only Caldwell likes Murph bossing him around too much, so Penny is nervous and clumsy. He jabs a finger into her too hard -- which would have been a problem if Emily hadn't been dripping wet before Murph had even opened the door to them, before she could hear their muffled voices, Frankie's growl going straight to her pussy, before she could feel their hands and their breath. He touches her with hands that are too light, too cautious, and, Christ, if this is how Penny touches a woman, no wonder Dahlia left.

(Sorry, Penny. But goddamn, is that how you touch a woman?)

So Frankie ends up instructing both boys, his hands tight in their hair. Fingers like that, Pen, go easy, but, Jesus, don't touch her like you're scared of her. You want her to think you're scared of her pussy, is that what you want? That's a real fucking turn-on, Pen.

And Mavid, use your mouth. Yeah, yeah, jeez lousise, quit whining and show her a good time. You want to give your father a hard time? Show him you can do better. And if you even think about biting her, you ghoul, you're gonna meet with my belt.

(Jake thinks about biting her immediately. Caldwell mouths, Do it.)

Frankie's strict because he's paying this girl, he promised he'd take care of her, and he will. He won't let these two morons make it anything less than incredible for her.