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I love that moment in how the ghosts stole christmas where scully goes to mulder’s apartment because she’s bothered by what happened in that haunted house, but she’s sooo embarrassed with herself. she’s so incredibly uncomfortable with the fact that she needs to talk about her feelings

like…

meanwhile, mulder’s giving her the biggest heart eyes

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Sharing is Caring rated X // 33k // kinktober MFM threesome

Epilogue: Such Sweet Sorrow (ao3)

Time to say goodbye.

They make her come twice before she kicks them away, giggling and grumbling about needing breakfast before she starves to death mid-orgasm.

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IT'S FINISHED!!!!!

Thank you thank you thank you to every one of you who read this. It was so much fun to write and share (sharing is caring!) and I gotta say I'm quite sad to say goodbye to this one. I want to stay in that Vegas hotel room with this trio of beautiful perverts in perpetual debauchery for all my days. Buuuuut I'm pretty sure there's more to this series, so I suspect we'll all be saying hello again soon enough 💙🩷💙

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Do you ever look at Nick Haddow’s 2015 photo shoot of Gillian and you just like….? Don’t understand how she’s allowed to walk around with that face on her head?

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I can't sleep, Mulder.

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I know for a FACT that Tumblr would not allow the image I would post for this fic, so feel free to check it out on AO3. <3

xxxvii. pain/sensation play

"Harder," she had entreated so prettily when he had first slid into her, "Please. Harder, Mulder..."

Cautiously he heeds her request, taking a careful nip at her flushed breast as if to test the waters, to make sure this is really what she wants. He feels a light clench around his iron dick and she draws in a quick, sharp breath. He swears he hears a quiet 'yes' on her exhale. He makes each movement a little more forceful than the next, paying close attention to her reactions. The harder he thrusts, the tighter he grips her hips, the more she writhes and moans. He forces her legs closed between his and grasps her little wrists in his hands, completely immobilizing her and leaving her tender nipples exposed to the bite of his teeth. She only whines and gasps louder.

Her abandonment is obvious, her pleasure intense despite the bright red marks slowly blooming beneath her pale, silky skin. He needs to rock her, needs something to shove her over the precipice she clearly is dangling above.

A part of his primitive (aptly named) brain suddenly takes over and with virtually no contemplation he releases one of her wrists and lightly squeezes her throat in the curve of his grip. Her body stiffens beneath him. Her eyes bulge in surprise, her jaw dropping open in an expression of shock. A surge of dread-flavored adrenaline floods through his system and he immediately contemplates what might be one of the biggest fuck-ups of his life. It's almost enough to make him shrivel completely up and he instantly releases her neck.

But then to his complete astonishment, her eyebrows knit together and her head falls back, her torso arching in the unmistakable display of a violent orgasm.

"Trust," she will whisper later when he's tenderly kissed every single bruise and mark, "I trust you completely, Mulder."

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Scully & Mulder 🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻

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when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers :3

I also got this from @thursdayinspace, thanks y’all!

1. Fire on Fire by Sam Smith

2. Angel of Death by Manchester Orchestra

3. Focus by H.E.R.

4. DOGTOOTH by Tyler, the Creator

5. T Pain Remix by Pete and Bas/T-Pain

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most of my x files art thus far

comm info

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many such cases

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the real outcome of a Mulder/Scully bodyswap

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Mulder vs. can of dolma

This is so fucking funny - Trader Joe’s canned dolmas are an absolute staple in this 75% Ashkenazi/ 25% Irish-my grandmother-was-from-Waterford house.

A proper - 100 word Drabble for both of my grandmothers, lamb.

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Mulder looks at the can reproachfully. “There’s no reason to have done it this way.”

Scully, having neatly deboned a chicken in the time it took him to let the dolmades know he wasn’t mad, just disappointed, huffs hair from her mouth.

“Open the goddamned can,” she hisses. Flecks of raw meat, of skin, cling to her wrists.

Mulder scowls. “They put the opening ring on the BOTTOM, printed everything on the TOP, it’s preposter-“

Scully glares. “I haven’t time for this. Dinner is -“

“Thirty minutes,” he acknowledges.

To have such minor, tremendous irritations.

He smiles into the advancing dusk.

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I won't ever be able to understand the people who complain about the lighting in the early X files seasons. like what do you mean you don't see the appeal of twin flashlight beams in the dark.

doesn't this fill you with hope for humanity? don't you feel the child-like sense of adventure?

you're telling me you don't see the beauty of the silhouettes against the night sky?

the intimacy that comes from two people who only trust each other? you won't be able to tell that story under a bright light. it's the hushed whispers while standing very close together in an empty room, it's the shadows that lurk in the corners. that's the show's central thesis. this is also, simply put, art.

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he is so fond of her :,)

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Mulder whispering “I’m sorry” after he almost kisses Scully is about to have me inconsolable at the club

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fic: all after such a desert (5/13)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

I'm sorry it took me almost a week to update. Things kept getting in the way. But here's chapter five at last! Many thanks once again to leiascully for the beta, muldersfingers for the cheerleading and libbytxf for the title, and also to all you wonderful people who comment or say nice things in the tags, you have no idea how much that means to me. <3

Summary:

He would rather stick his fingers in a wall socket than hurt or upset her, ever. He keeps waiting for this love to start hurting the way he knows all love hurts at some point down the road. But he’s loved her for years and here they are. Tentatively, timidly, his soul is still reaching for hers, asking it to soothe old hurts and pain. He doesn’t know how he’s ever going to be able to be enough, but he’ll try, he’ll try. And hope that eventually, maybe, one day he will deserve her, if he just tries hard enough.

In which Mulder learns what it truly means to be a whole person to someone.

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veneers have such a grip on hollywood, half of these weirdoes in period dramas looking like the mask

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ok i’m nearing the end of s4 of x files and HOW HAVE THEY NOT FUCKED YET??? NOT EVEN A KISS? we’ve got 1 scene of hand holding where neither of them has been on the brink of death. DAVID AND GILLIAN ARE PRACTICALLY BEGGING FOR IT. the promo pics.. ???? this is like queer baiting for straight people.