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(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.

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.

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.

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

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. 

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.