Tumgik
#Pusher
texaschainsawmascara · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
206 notes · View notes
alexa-crowe · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I think you drooled on me.
440 notes · View notes
bisexualfbiagents · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
THE X FILES | Pusher (3.17)
250 notes · View notes
nicktremblaywayfu · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Pocket sized babies 🥺🫶🏻
Art by @ kula_clear (Instagram)
200 notes · View notes
cristinaricci · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
THE X-FILES | Pusher (3.17)
1K notes · View notes
agentphoenixx · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
outlast trials content :3 (night hunter and pusher my beloved)
124 notes · View notes
rabbitblackx · 9 months
Text
This was requested. :)
Warning: NSFW
Coyle and Pusher with a Virgin!Reader
Leland Coyle💖
You telling Coyle that you were a virgin was music to his ears. You got him so hot, he spun you around and pressed you against an old desk in the dark. You whimpered at the feel of himself grinding against your butt, clearly very happy to see you
Coyle whispered filthy things into your ear, groping and feeling you up in haste. You moaned desperately, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. You begged him to be gentle, but the only reply you received was an evil giggle
Leland slammed you down along the desk, moaning as he ground into you again. He practically tore the pants from your legs, yanking down your underwear and dropping the garments to the floor
You cried out as he pushed into you hard. There was no foreplay, no prepping. Coyle was so hot and hungry for you. He just went for it. Whether you liked it or not was the least of his worries
“Ya weren’t lying!” Leland grunted, almost gasping at the velvety feel of you. “Yer tight as hell, you sexy bitch!” He chuckled
You gritted your teeth and gripped the edge of the desk, tears welling up in your eyes. You were lucky you were a little bit wet from him before hand, as he didn’t feel as harsh as he could’ve
As Coyle worked his way inside you, a horrible grin met his face at the pained gasps you made. He giggled again, poking at your side gently with his baton. This time you made a loud moan, the electricity coursing through your body almost delightfully. Coyle moaned back as he felt it in your walls, giving himself that jolt he loved so much
Pusher💖
The Pusher straddled your hips, a cackling sadist above you. You stifled a scream as your vision warped. He had gassed you, leaving you with full psychosis
“Relax, baby. Just relax!”
The Pusher’s insane voice and laughter echoed in your mind. It was all you could focus on as he slowly pulled your pants down. He could tell you were scared, shaking and whimpering under him
“What’s got you so anxious?”
The Pusher’s apron and underwear came off next. Your chest heaved and you moaned fearfully. You gasped, desperate for fresh air. Your mewls and whines only made him more wild
You cried out in pain when he pushed himself inside. There was nothing you could do, even if you wanted to. The Pusher had you held firmly to the ground. He moaned from above, thrusting himself into you sloppily. Through blurred, broken vision, you stared up at his gas mask with wide eyes
The Pusher gazed down at you right back, getting off at how you desperately searched for a set of eyes behind his mask. The both of you grew hot and bothered against each other’s bare skin. It made you wetter, and clench around his length
He wheezed out a grunt of pleasure, almost coming right there at how tight you were. The Pusher pieced together right quick that you were a virgin. God, that made this so much hotter. The fact that you gave away your virginity to a fucked up man like him… it only made him fuck you harder
181 notes · View notes
Text
1917 01 07 Airco DH2 32 Sqn Lt Ethelbert Wagner shot down by Erwin Bohme, his 9th victory - Brian Knight - Windsock
repost bigger size
Tumblr media
85 notes · View notes
bakedbakermom · 6 months
Text
txf + text posts (2/?)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
131 notes · View notes
sillymayoposts · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
night hunter and the pusher being silly (idk how I even got the idea to draw this)
I haven’t posted on here in like 500 years oops
51 notes · View notes
ragnarockz · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Got some new art cards in those VHS! 👽💚
118 notes · View notes
alexa-crowe · 11 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
THE X-FILES 3.17 | “Pusher”
934 notes · View notes
scullys-scalpel · 10 months
Text
The self control Mulder must've had because Scully in this red pant suit is everything
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
149 notes · View notes
icedteainthatbag · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
mulder and scully in “pusher”
138 notes · View notes
aloysiavirgata · 7 months
Note
If you're still doing prompts: Mulder and Scully both learn something new about each other in the same conversation.
Mulder sprawls along the vinyl bench seat, all rangy limbs and untidy hair. It’s getting so that she can look at him without seeing a phantom gun pressed to his temple.
Scully picks at her Cobb salad, pondering.
“I don’t like spiders,” she says finally. “I respect them as a scientist but I don’t like the way they move. Too many legs.” She shivers a little, imagining the finely articulated hydraulics.
Mulder grins at her. “Really?” he says. “Spiders?”
She scowls. “Sorry it’s not esoteric enough for you. But yeah, spiders give me the creeps.”
He bites into his cheeseburger, pink juices running down his chin. My god, what wouldn’t she do for that metabolism.
Scully watches him chew, watches his mandible move, tries not to imagine it blown to pulp in that sad little room. Tries not to imagine Modell laughing.
“Mmmf,” he says, swallowing. Clearing his throat. “My favorite movie is The Princess Bride.”
She coughs around a wedge of boiled egg. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he says. “And I might add that being wigged out by spiders isn’t really a “fun fact,’ Scully. Not in the traditional sense of fun.”
“We both know you’ll have fun with it down the road,” she says darkly. “The Princess Bride though. Huh.”
“It’s so quotable!”
She allows that it is.
“What’s yours?” he asks. “Favorite movie, I mean.”
Scully ponders this. Does she have a favorite movie? Is it Casablanca? Is it Citizen Kane? She feels a weird, clenching panic. What if Modell had killed her and she didn’t have a favorite movie?
She can’t say The Exorcist, she’s said it once already and it’s not exactly true. And she’s not ready to say Silence of the Lambs.
“Scully?”
She looks up at him with a shy smile. “It’s A Wonderful Life.”
He smiles back, his eyes crinkled and the colors of a temperate forest in September. “That’s a good one,” he says.
She pushes Modell away firmly now, into his lonely hospital room. She’s a Catholic and a doctor and a law enforcement official and she hopes all the same that he dies.
“I don’t kill spiders,” she says, by way of penance. “I try to ignore them”
Mulder reaches across the table for her hand. He squeezes it briefly and Scully feels everything in it, the friendship and the fear and the strange understanding.
“They give me the creeps too,” Mulder says, then eats a fry.
Scully is touched by his goodness, his compassion.
She pretends she is not in very serious danger of being in gasping, headlong love.
111 notes · View notes
erikaisbleeding · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
71 notes · View notes