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Just something floating around my head

She feel asleep in an empty bed and with an empty heart. So consumed by thoughts of him that she felt it suffocating her as the tears streamed down her face, creating paths as deep as the wound she felt. The thought of her miracle, their miracle, missing a piece as big as the piece missing from her life. She prays in her dream as hard as she prays when awake. She prays and prays until she sees him, runs to him as he smiles at her, arms open wide. His arms wrap around her waist, as much as her belly will let them, and she tucks her face away into his neck, tears returning but from joy. She gasps his name and he hugs her tighter in response. He mumbles something but she can’t hear, so she pulls back and looks up at him.

“Missed you so much. Both of you,” he whispers to her so softly she can barely hear him.

She goes to respond, to tell him she’s missed him more, that she would’ve waited forever for him if she had to, that she loves him. But the second her mouth opens her eyes open, and she crashed back into the reality of an empty bed and empty heart. The tears gather and fall again, and she slides her hand down to her belly, rubs her palm back and forth over their miracle as she continues to pray to find him.

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I really like you, Jean.

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Prompts for drabbles?

It’s been a long time since I was on here and an even longer time since I wrote something! Practice makes perfect, right? I’d love some prompts to write drabbles today!

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Prompts for drabbles?

It’s been a long time since I was on here and an even longer time since I wrote something! Practice makes perfect, right? I’d love some prompts to write drabbles today!

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a year ago they returned

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More

My submission, using the ass smacking prompt.

Tagging @xfpornbattle

“Scully,” he gasps when she rolls her hips atop his. “I’m not, ah…god, I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”

Her hands move, of their own accord, to the sides of his neck and she undulates her hips, rolling her body in a way that would make a belly dancer jealous. She whimpers in frustration. It’s not enough.

“Tell me what you need, Scully. Tell me. Need you with me,” he says, his voice low and desperate.

“I—“ she gasps when he lowers his mouth and takes a painfully hard nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“Fuck,” she pants. It’s good, it’s more than good, but It’s. Not. Enough. The hand he has resting on her moving hip snakes its way up her sweat slicked back and makes its way into her hair. He cups her head, lovingly, endearingly. It’s sweet and soft, worshipful even, the way he caresses her body. She loves it, loves him for it. But after the first five times like this, she just needs—

“More,” she moans. Her hands span either side of his head, forcing him to look up at her. She leans down, nipping his bottom lip and letting it slide out from between her teeth before kissing him. When he opens his mouth to moan she licks her way into his mouth, gasping against his mouth when he thrusts up into her.

“Yess,” she hisses. “I need more, Mulder. Please.” She sounds desperate now, and she’ll chastise herself over it later, but she’s in a tidal wave of sliding, sweaty skin, pants, moans, gasps, and Mulder.

The hand he has holding her the back of her head shifts, and he takes a fistful of her hair in his grasp and tugs, forcing her head back to expose the flesh of her skin to his greedy mouth.l and she gasps his name.

Mulder rakes his teeth down the column of her throat. She moans then whimpers. Almost, she thinks. Just a little more.

“Tell me, Scully,” he says again, his voice taking on an authoritative bite that drives her absolutely wild. “Tell me what you need. I wanna make you feel so fucking good.”

She’s so caught up in the ecstasy of him, her hips rocking back and forth and bouncing on top of him that the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them.

“Smack my ass, Mulder.” He moans at her request, and keeps her head pulled back by her hair, but moves his other hand up and obliges her, smacking her ass just enough to make it sting. The moan that rips from her throat at the contact he makes with her skin is unlike anything either of them have ever head before.

“Fuck, Mulder, please.” The palm of his hand comes down against her ass again as she continues fucking him raw, and she feels her ass bounce with the force of it. “Jesus.”

“Mmm,” he moans. “Give it to me. Come for me, Scully. I wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

His words and his hand spanking her again pushes her over the edge and she feels tears stream down her face at the force of her orgasm, so consumed by the pleasure swimming through her body. She pants his name over and over again, rocking her hips and riding out the wave while Mulder comes inside of her, claiming her just the way she wants him to.

It’s raw, primal fucking. But it’s more.

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My submission, using the ass smacking prompt.

Tagging @xfpornbattle

“Scully,” he gasps when she rolls her hips atop his. “I’m not, ah...god, I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”

Her hands move, of their own accord, to the sides of his neck and she undulates her hips, rolling her body in a way that would make a belly dancer jealous. She whimpers in frustration. It’s not enough.

“Tell me what you need, Scully. Tell me. Need you with me,” he says, his voice low and desperate.

“I—“ she gasps when he lowers his mouth and takes a painfully hard nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“Fuck,” she pants. It’s good, it’s more than good, but It’s. Not. Enough. The hand he has resting on her moving hip snakes its way up her sweat slicked back and makes its way into her hair. He cups her head, lovingly, endearingly. It’s sweet and soft, worshipful even, the way he caresses her body. She loves it, loves him for it. But after the first five times like this, she just needs—

“More,” she moans. Her hands span either side of his head, forcing him to look up at her. She leans down, nipping his bottom lip and letting it slide out from between her teeth before kissing him. When he opens his mouth to moan she licks her way in, gasping against his mouth when he thrusts up into her.

“Yess,” she hisses. “I need more, Mulder. Please.” She sounds desperate now, and she’ll chastise herself over it later, but she’s in a tidal wave of sliding, sweaty skin, pants, moans, gasps, and Mulder.

The hand he has holding her the back of her head shifts, and he takes a fistful of her hair in his grasp and tugs, forcing her head back to expose the flesh of her skin to his greedy mouth.l and she gasps his name.

Mulder rakes his teeth down the column of her throat. She moans then whimpers. Almost, she thinks. Just a little more.

“Tell me, Scully,” he says again, his voice taking on an authoritative bite that drives her absolutely wild. “Tell me what you need. I wanna make you feel so fucking good.”

She’s so caught up in the ecstasy of him, her hips rocking back and forth and bouncing on top of him that the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them.

“Smack my ass, Mulder.” He moans at her request, and keeps her head pulled back by her hair, but moves his other hand up and obliges her, smacking her ass just enough to make it sting. The moan that rips from her throat at the contact he makes with her skin is unlike anything either of them have ever head before.

“Fuck, Mulder, please.” The palm of his hand comes down against her ass again as she continues fucking him raw, and she feels her ass bounce with the force of it. “Jesus.”

“Mmm,” he moans. “Give it to me. Come for me, Scully. I wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

His words and his hand spanking her again pushes her over the edge and she feels tears stream down her face at the force of her orgasm, so consumed by the pleasure swimming through her body. She pants his name over and over again, rocking her hips and riding out the wave while Mulder comes inside of her, claiming her just the way she wants him to.

It’s raw, primal fucking. But it’s more.

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Porn Battle December/January 2018

Baby, it’s back! The Porn Battle is going to be up and running again later this month. 

Just like last time, there will be a prompting period, followed by a prompt-filling period.

Prompts will open on December 16th, and close on December 23rd. Please submit prompts either via the submission or the ask features on this blog. For questions about formatting, please check the formatting page of this blog, or send an ask. 

I understand that people will be busy with the holidays. To try to accommodate that, this prompt-filling period will be longer than the last one. Prompt-fill submissions will start on December 24th, and will be open until 11:59 EST on January 15th. 

Just like last time, prompts will be anonymous. I will put up a masterlist in Google Docs as soon as the prompts open. Prompt fills can be submitted by using the submission box, or by simply tagging @xfpornbattle when you post your fic or art. I will update the Google Doc with the prompt fills as the battle is in progress, and create a masterlist once the event ends. 

Everybody get ready, cuz December is about to get sexy. 

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Prompts are now open!

Submit your prompts here or here!

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The Prompt List (WIP)

You can find the prompts here! If your prompt has not been added yet, do not despair, I may just not have gotten to it yet.

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Gillian Anderson - Argentina ComicCon 2018.

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It’s been forever but I’m working on a new little smutty fic! 😊

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ga rly out here tryna leave us breathless with all these new pics

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Can I buy you a drink? It’s two-o-clock in the afternoon, Agent Mulder.

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look at their body language and facial expressions.It’s all so damn real it hurts!  (part 3) 

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xxvii. inappropriate location

“Mulder…this is so bad…” is her whimpered protest.

He glances beyond his sweaty fist squeezing his angry red shaft at the gentle pulse of her hips between his thighs and her labia bright pink and swollen, betraying her arousal.

“Seems pretty good to me,” he aims for a complete sentence and succeeds, albeit with a gravely voice. She sighs as her fingers drift soothingly between the soft lips of her vulva and he swears he gets heart palpitations. The only thing in the world right up there with sex with Scully is the sight of her in pleasure. God.

“So wrong…this is so fucking wrong…” she moans and if he weren’t so damn loony over the sight of her slick curls and the clench of her buttocks he’d laugh. She’s getting off on this. They really, really shouldn’t be doing this here and she’s getting off on it. Freud would have a field day with this partner of his, sometimes.

“So fucking right,” he counters her last statement. He can feel the heat radiating off her skin against the back of his hand. He wants to make love to her, wants to slip effortlessly and smoothly into that warmth that he’s recently become so well-acquainted with, but he knows they’re too far gone at this point. As soon as one goes, the other is going to topple right behind them.

He rips his glance away momentarily from the sight of peach-soft flushed skin and glances around to calm himself. His eyes are met with the thrumming glow of computer monitors, dented and bent folders, ancient bulletin boards, piles and piles of surveillance tapes, wires, and broken phones. It’s an absolute mess, and he and Scully are about to make a bigger one on one saggy, grizzled old couch.

“The guys are never gonna ask me to house-sit again,” he jokes weakly.