#and ran begging into my inbox like PLEASE beat her the FUCK UP. okay!! absolutely!! as you wish it etc
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#sorry i could NOT get this out of my head when i read this ask. this is the funniest thing i have ever seen#just witnessed everybody saying that starstruck was sooo cute and soo precious in her big pink bow with her stupid little round cheeks#and ran begging into my inbox like PLEASE beat her the FUCK UP. okay!! absolutely!! as you wish it etc#i would never have actually done something this self indulgent without the prompt tbh but#joke's on you because the only characters i like throwing in the blender more than my faves are my sonas :)#you'll notice i only screenshotted it & this is not an answer to the actual ask. don't worry! it'll arrive some day#(this is jokeish in tone but i am genuinely delighted by this ask! never thought anyone would enjoy seeing stuff like that with my oc)#(always feel free to send me starstuck requests tbh!! even angst lmao. maybe i should throw her at galacta knight and see what happens)#(i think he'd just eat her whole in two bites like a strawberry cupcake ngl)
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Duct Tape
Author's Note: Hiya y'all! Here is a lil Peter x Reader oneshot that I've been working on recently.
As always, this was beta read by the wonderful @twentytwohearts !
If anyone has any Peter x Reader requests, feel free to reach out through my inbox or via chat!
Peter's POV
"Uh, Pete?" Y/N's voice echoed through the hall. "Can you come in here for a sec?"
I could instantly tell something was off. She sounded nervous, her voice had an edge to it that set off my senses immediately. I snapped the textbook I'd been reading closed quickly and hopped to my feet. I skidded down the hallway of the tower, rounding the doorway to the lab where Y/N was working.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" I asked breathlessly as I practically ran into the huge room, eyes scanning the space hurriedly until they landed on Y/N.
She was standing over a table, hands entwined within a mass of machinery and facial expression sheepish. She smiled at me from her place, but made no move to either wave or walk over to me. Although she looked somewhat calm, I could hear the way her heart was pounding and feel the nervous energy radiating from her. She was clearly distressed, and I felt my own anxiety start to increase as my mind was racing with the possibilities of what was bothering her.
"So, I definitely need your help, but you have to promise not to laugh," she requested self-consciously. A deep red color was creeping its way up her neck as she spoke, and her voice sounded smaller than usual. Y/N was normally extremely sure of herself -- a trait that was reflected in the confident, strong way she spoke. It was one of the many things I admired and loved about her. A fact which only fueled the confusion and fear I felt at her completely out-of-character behavior. I raised an eyebrow at the statement, crossing my arms and looking at her curiously.
"Okayyy," I drawled, hoping she would continue. She winced a bit.
"And you have to promise not to be mad," she amended. I felt my brows furrow deeper with confusion.
"Okay. I promise I won't laugh and I won't be mad." I vowed, curiosity and anxiety at an all time high. "Now will you please just tell me what's going on?"
Y/N chewed on her lip nervously, and her eyes glanced away from mine as she paused. If I wasn't so completely freaked out by her strange behavior I might've actually passed out at the sight.
I have no idea why, but for whatever reason I found Y/N ridiculously cute when she bit her lip like that. I mean, I found Y/N adorable pretty much all the time -- and harbored a massive crush on her -- but all the more so when she did that. Like, whenever she was deep in thought she'd get this look on her face: brilliant Y/E/C eyes trained on whatever she was doing, a tiny crinkle forming between her eyes as she focused, and that damned bottom lip tucked firmly in between her teeth to really let you know that she was concentrating. The effect just that tiny action had on me was baffling.
Y/N shifted her weight nervously as she chewed on her lip. She eyed me for a moment before opening and closing her mouth wordlessly. Distressed little butterflies flew recklessly against my stomach and my heartbeat was hammering in my chest as I waited impatiently for an explanation.
"Can you please just...can you tell me what's going on here?" I blurted. "Sorry. I just… you're freaking me out here."
"Okay, so, I've been working on an update for your suit --"
"Wait, my suit?" I interrupted, eyes widening. She glared at me, and I shook my head. "Sorry, okay, go on."
"So I wanted to fix the web tasers -- because I remembered you saying how annoying it was that you couldn't remotely activate them and that the voltage wasn't high enough blah, blah, blah--" she continued. "And once I got past the 'training wheels’ protocol--"
"That's still on?" I snapped, sidetracked once more. Y/N cocked her head to the side and shot me a look that clearly said 'really?'.
"I know, I know, not the point. But Ned took it off like forever ago!"
"Evidently Tony turned it back on at some point," she explained exasperatedly. "Must have upped the security too, cause it took me like 5 minutes to get through it. Anyways, so I bypassed that, made the tasers manually accessible, and started working on upping the amperage for them. Which I did, by the way. It's kinda interesting actually…"
I blinked for a minute, accidentally tuning Y/N out for a moment as I marvelled at her. People might have thought I was pretty smart, but I was nothing compared to Y/N. She was the smartest person I knew, and I could listen to her talk about whatever project she was working on for hours. Even now I was almost in a trace as I watched her excitedly explain all the intricacies of my suit and the tech that Mr. Stark had installed. Her stuttering heartbeat told me that she was still freaking out, but her face was lit brightly with excitement as she spoke as if it was any other day. I let my mind wander briefly to imagine what it would be like if I could watch her talk like this all the time. Shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts, I cleared my throat loudly.
"That's great Y/N, thanks for all that, but I'm confused. I thought you said you needed my help with something?" I asked patiently. Her face blushed a vibrant red at my interruption and the sheepish expression returned. My heart fluttered a little at her flushed features, but I squashed the feeling down as I waited for her to speak.
"Wellll…," she drawled uncomfortably as she shifted her weight slightly. "So basically, I fucked up the manual vs. auto mechanism system, and if I take my hand off this metal plate your suit is going to fire a taser web straight at me."
"I'm sorry, it's going to -- what," I stuttered incredulously. I hadn't had any idea what she was going to say, but I was absolutely not expecting that. She smiled meekly, gesturing with her head down to the tech she was currently holding.
"Yeah. And the kicker is, I've already upped the amperage quite a bit, so I'm not really sure just how bad it would zap me."
I blinked a few times and opened and shut my mouth as I struggled for words. This day had taken a turn that I would've never guessed in a million years. The shock of it all wore off pretty quickly though, and my body and mind kicked into overdrive. The mere mention of Y/N being in danger had dialled my senses to 11. My feet rushed over to where she stood without even consulting with my brain first and I worriedly scanned the immediate area around her makeshift workspace.
"Jesus Y/N!" I scolded her. "Alright, so what do you need me to do?"
She bit her lip and cringed at my harsh tone, weight shifting on her feet once more.
"You said you wouldn't get mad," she mumbled quietly. She stared up at me, expression guilty and Y/E/C orbs practically begging for forgiveness. My tense body relaxed marginally as I took in her vulnerable state. I felt my eyebrows loosen from the tight line they'd been set in. I moved closer to where she stood, hand reaching up as if it was going to rest on her shoulder before I thought better of it and withdrew it.
"I'm not mad, I just--" I sighed. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
I felt her body relax slightly next to mine as she absorbed what I'd said, and she shot me a look of such genuine relief that the butterflies in my stomach went wild.
"So, again, what do you need me to do?" I asked, tone softer this time around. She straightened up at my question and smiled.
"I need something to hold this piece of metal down while I move out of the way. There's a roll of duct tape in that drawer over there, so if you grab that for me, I can tape it down. Then we can both move out of the way." she explained carefully.
Although I trusted that Y/N knew what she was talking about when it came to the mechanics of the suit, I didn't want her anywhere near it. The idea of her getting hurt -- working on my suit no less -- made my skin crawl. Every pore in my body was screaming to rush her away from the danger as fast as I could. I shook my head and frowned. Y/N looked at me, eyebrow raised and expression full of total confusion.
"Absolutely not. There's no way I'm letting you stand there, in front of an active taser, while I mess around fumbling in a drawer." I answered firmly. Y/N frowned, clearly still confused.
"Okay, well what do you suggest?" she asked carefully.
"I'll hold the piece down until you can find the tape, and then once you're out of the way I'll take my hand off." I decided. She scoffed. She shifted her weight again and shot me a look of thinly veiled irritation.
"Oh, please, I'm the one who jacked up the suit anyways." she retorted stubbornly. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely don't want to get shocked, but if I do it's my own fault. I'm not letting you potentially get hurt because of something I did"
"Y/N," I warned.
"Peter," she replied, tone mocking my own as she glared.
I crossed my arms petulantly across my chest, eyeing her with a stern expression. A look that she fully reciprocated with a glare of her own. We stared stubbornly at one another for a few moments -- neither of us willing to back down. After what felt like hours had passed (which had only probably been less than a minute) I sighed and rubbed my face in exasperation.
"Y/N, I am not gonna let anything bad happen to you if I can be there to stop it. I can't," I mumbled quietly. Her expression softened slightly. "Worse case scenario, I can take the brunt of the shock way better than you can. Please?"
She eyed me for a moment, body relaxing under my hopeful gaze, and her bottom lip disappearing briefly as she bit her lip in contemplation. As distracting as I would normally find that, I stared at her form intensely, internally begging for her to see reason. After a few beats, she huffed.
"Fine." she replied flatly. I felt my heart lift at the victory, the weight in the pit of my stomach disappearing almost instantly. I smiled thankfully at Y/N in appreciation of her agreement. She smiled softly and the lovely pink color blossomed across her cheeks in response. We stared at each other with dopey smiles on our faces for what was probably way too long before Y/N cleared her throat.
"Well, get over here then and put your finger on here while I go get the tape."
I shook off my thoughts of Y/N and how adorable she looked with her face tinted pink like that and nodded tensely.
My hands hovered over hers, and after a few awkward shuffles we managed to get my hands over the small metal bracket just as Y/N instructed. After her hands were completely free from the tech she all but sprinted over to the drawer and began furiously digging through it.
"Fuckin' Tony, can't find shit in this place," she grumbled in irritation.
"I got it!" she screeched, holding the aforementioned roll up proudly.
I smiled, despite the fact that my hand was covering an active taser. Y/N looked so triumphant as she rushed over with the tape -- her beautiful features were practically glowing with excitement. She wound her way around the various equipment scattered around the lab and made her way to sidle up to me. She ripped off a piece of the tape immediately and started to secure the bracket that was currently under my fingers.
Y/N was completely focused -- eyes down, fingers expertly weaving around my grip as she taped, and her bottom lip stuck tight between her teeth. I, on the other hand, stood completely motionless, hopelessly entranced by her presence. I don't think I'd ever been lucky enough to have ever been so close to Y/N, and everything about her was making my brain feel fuzzy. The smell of her shampoo wafting from her thick hair, the feel of the electricity in the space between her skin and mine, and the sight of her beautiful face so close to mine were clouding my thoughts. All I could think about was how soft her skin looked and wondering what it would feel like to have her smooth lips pressed against mine.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I almost forgot that my hand was the only thing standing between us and an active taser. I was abruptly pulled back down to earth as Y/N cursed loudly. I blinked a few times as I tried to force myself back to reality. She was finishing the last few pieces of tape, and she was clearly 100% concentrated on her task. She looked up from her hands briefly.
"Can you shift your hand over without releasing pressure?" she questioned. "I want to secure the piece right under your fingers before you let go."
I nodded, hands moving over slightly to give her some space. As she rolled another piece over the spot her hand gently brushed against mine. I held my breath, the brief touch sending tingles through my entire body. The contact lasted only a few seconds before she moved on to laying another strip of tape down. I was so wrapped up in suppressing my own reaction that I almost missed the subtle response from Y/N.
Almost.
Outwardly, she didn't show any signs that she'd even registered the fleeting touch -- her eyes never wavered from the tech on the lab table, and she didn't pause for even a moment. But I could hear the way her heart skipped a beat as our skin touched and the way it hammered furiously afterwards. I also saw the way the blush on her cheeks spread further and deepened in color as she continued to work.
I felt my own heart skip several beats as my mind raced with the possibilities of what her reaction could mean.
I didn't have long to wonder, because it was only a few moments later that she removed her hands completely from the tech with a satisfied huff.
"Okay." she spoke up. "I think that should do it."
I looked down to the piece of tech and chuckled out loud at the sight. Y/N had practically covered not just the metal bracket but the entire taser center with the duct tape. I think if I hadn't moved my fingers when I did that they'd probably be stuck underneath the mass of grey strips.
"You think?" I teased lightly. The fading pink lingering on her cheeks blossomed once more at my jab, and she immediately began stuttering her way through an explanation. I raised both my hands in surrender.
"I was just joking, Y/N. I'm glad I could help," I soothed. She smiled slightly before looking down towards her shoes in a display of uncharacteristic shyness. Ignoring my curious thoughts of what could be causing such an out-of-character response, I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Why were you working on my suit anyways?"
"Oh, uhm," she responded, still looking down as if her shoes were suddenly the most interesting thing. "N-no reason really, I just remembered you saying that the taser feature was in need of some upgrades and I had the time and I was bored and, yeah…"
"You remembered that?" I felt my brows wrinkle a bit in confusion. "That was like, 3 months ago."
Y/N blushed deeper at my questions, which only fueled my confusion. What could she possibly have to be embarrassed about? She shrugged nonchalantly.
"I always remember what you tell me Pete," she muttered so quietly I almost missed it. My heart fluttered wildly at her admission. My mind was a swirling mess of a million different thoughts all focused on Y/N.
"Yo-you do?" I asked breathlessly, unable to process what that could possibly mean. I couldn't move, couldn't even breath as I stared at Y/N and waited for her response. She took a deep breath before looking up at me.
If I'd thought I wasn't breathing before, I definitely wasn't now.
Y/N was looking up at me with the most mind-bogglingly stunning look on her face. Her eyes were sparkling with a kind of furious determination like I'd never seen before -- they were shining. Her pink face was so perfectly framed by the stray Y/H/C locks that'd fallen out from the tight bun she normally wore, and the way the lab's harsh fluorescent lights were lit around her created a half-life effect. She was so beautiful that my chest was physically aching with the desire to grab her and hold her against me.
"Yeah."
Her reply was simple, spoken boldly and with the determination and confidence I'd come to love about her.
"Oh." I swallowed thickly, unable to sort through the tornado of thoughts that whipped wildly through my head and respond with anything else. I could feel my heart pumping with such force that I was surprised I was still standing upright.
What did that mean?
Was she complaining that I talked too much? Or was she just telling me that she valued our friendship? Could she possibly mean what I thought she had? I mean, I remembered everything Y/N had ever told me, but that was because I was pathetically in love with her. Surely, she couldn't mean...
I didn't have much time to let my erratic thoughts wander, because almost as soon as the word left my mouth I felt the hairs on the backs of my arms stand upright. Time ground to a near complete stop as my alarm bells went off throughout my whole body. I faintly heard the high pitched sound of fabric tearing, and I lunged at Y/N without thinking.
I all but tackled her to the ground as the duct tape gave way and a distinct thwip sounded. The taser web flung instantly against some machine on the far wall and immediately activated, sending sparks of electricity everywhere. I hovered my body protectively over Y/N’s as the sparks rained unpredictably over the room. After a few seconds, all the lights in the lab shut off abruptly and everything went silent.
"Y/N, you okay?" I asked, eyes straining to make out her features in the dim light. The only light source currently, was the red glow from the emergency exit sign. Even without the benefit of sight I could tell Y/N was more-or-less okay. Her pulse was racing beneath my body and it sounded like she was breathing relatively normally for someone who'd just been tackled to the ground and nearly tasered. Even so, I was still on high-alert and I needed to hear her tell me from her own lips that she was alright.
"Yeah, I think so," she breathed, voice shaky. A small wave of relief overcame me at the reassurance. "Thanks Peter."
The relief was short lived though -- after a few calming seconds I suddenly realized the position Y/N and I were currently in. My body was completely covered hers after having tackled her. I was braced above her as she laid on her back, hands hovering just to the sides of her shoulders as I held myself from putting my full weight on her. Our faces were mere inches from each other, and I could feel each breath she took fan lightly against my lips. If I thought my thoughts had been jumbled before, it was nothing compared to now. My mind was screaming to close the gap between us and to get off her and run in equal parts. I looked down at her red-tinged features, unsure of what to do next.
I didn't have to think long.
Y/N, the wonderfully bold and determined person she was, grabbed my face gently with her soft hands and pulled herself up to kiss me firmly.
Fireworks exploded through my entire body the second our lips touched -- my eyes fluttered shut and my mind immediately went blank at the new sensation. Her lips were soft and gentle as they moved against mine, everything I'd always dreamed of and so much more all at once. I reciprocated instantly, and our lips danced together as if we'd done this a million times before.
After a while Y/N pulled back and my eyes opened lazily. The only sounds that filled the air were the erratic gasps coming from Y/N and I as we attempted to regulate our breathing. I gazed down at the girl beneath me in awe as the butterflies in my stomach that had been raging since the moment our lips touched finally began to settle. My mind wasn’t quite as blank as it had been a few minutes ago, but I was thankfully spared from the torrent of questions and panicked thoughts that I was certain would be coming later. Right now all I could think of was her.
The sound of the irregular rhythm of her thundering heartbeat as she fought for regulation, the adorable blush that still covered her entire face, and the small smile that was playing at the edges of her swollen lips all drove me insane as I took in the sights and sounds one-by-one, savoring each. I’d never seen Y/N look so entirely happy, and the idea that I had something to do with this new sight made me feel like I was floating on pure air.
After a few minutes Y/N’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Her small smile turned to an all out grin as she caught sight of the way I was watching her. She raised a hand to push some of the stray hairs off my forehead before settling it on the side of my face gently. I felt a chill run through me at the intimate action. I returned her smile, unable to contain my happiness, and opened my mouth to speak just as the door to the lab flung open.
“Y/N! Parker! What the fuck did you do to my lab?”
Mr. Stark’s angrily shout was like a bucket full of ice cold water, and we immediately jumped apart scrambling to our feet. I glanced towards Y/N hoping to convey my apology through my expression. She smiled warmly at me, grabbing my hand in hers and squeezing it firmly before mouthing ‘later’. I felt my face flush once more at the soft reassurance and I nodded.
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Mulder and Scully get turned into vampires and have some AMAZING sex.
I’m not going to lie - Ireally didn’t think I’d be able to do this one and it’s been sitting inmy inbox for like nine months. But I got randomly inspired and, now that it’sbeen gestating as long as an actual human baby, I actually am digging this,lol.
tw: dubcon
1)
She was starting towonder how many vampiric cases one had to work on to become a qualified experton the subject. Whatever the quota was, she was certain she was rivaling AnneRice by now.
“I think this is adangerous one, Scully,” he stated solemnly, not taking his eyes from the road.
“What makes you saythat?” she asked, toeing off her heels and slouching in her seat.
“They’re sexuallymotivated and the bite mark victimes seem to have lost chunks of theirmemories,” Mulder answered, popping a seed into his mouth.
Scully scanned the pagesin the manilla envelope on her lap. The women and men affected only seemed torecall going out to dinner or partying before waking up naked with a bite markon their neck. No sexual assaults had been reported, in fact from what thereports seemed to reflect, the victims weren’t as concerned as they wereconfused.
“Some of these caseshave victims waking up together with the same symptoms and markings,” shemused, scanning the page. Turning to him, she furrowed her brow and asked, “Arethere any toxicology reports? Any evidence to show it wasn’t just a drunkenfling?”
“No, nothing like thatyet, though some people admitted to drinking the evening of,” he replied.
She made a sound ofacknowledgement and turned her attention back to the reports. “Scully,” heprompted. She looked up at him and saw apprehension masking his features. “I’dlike it if we stuck together on this one,” he murmured.
He clearly didn’t wantto imply she couldn’t take care of herself, but she could tell he was nervous.“Okay,” she stated softly in agreement. She was surprised by how obvious hisrelief was. “But as I’ve stated in the past, you’re the one who hastrouble with running off,” she teased, lightening the mood.
Mulder let out a huff oflaughter as he nodded his head. “I promise I won’t this time. I just want tomake sure neither of us end up alone with a potential vampire,” hestated.
“Been there, done that,”she deadpanned, fuzzy memories of Chaney, Texas coming back to her.
She saw him look over ather with an unamused expression and she lifted her hands in mock surrender.“Okay, okay. Don’t end up alone with a potential vampire. Got it.”
2)
She didn’t know how sheended up alone with the suspect, but she needed Mulder to stop whatever he wasdoing and get here. Now.
“Sir, take a step back,”Scully stated firmly, her voice quivering despite her resolve.
“Am I making younervous, Dana?” Vladmir purred in what she was sure was an attempt to comforther. Vladmir, of all the names.
“It’s Agent Scully, andno. You’re making me uncomfortable because you aren’t respecting my personalspace,” she snapped. It was hot. God, when did it get so hot?
Vladmir took a stepcloser to her and she felt the backs of her knees hit the couch that she’d beenpositive was on the other side of the room. He peered down at her with blackeyes she felt lost in. “Why don’t you sit down?” he requested in a voice thatsounded like honey.
Where’s Mulder?
“I’m sure he’s aroundhere somewhere,” he comforted, assisting her as they both sat down. She wascertain she hadn’t asked that out loud.
She felt unable to lookaway from his eyes, even as he started to lower his head down to the crook ofher neck. “Are you wearing perfume, Dana?”
Her name sounded like amelody rolling from his lips and she felt a sense of ease wash over her. Whyhad she been worried? What had Mulder been saying earlier? Don’t… what?
“It’s jasmine,” shewhispers as he leans in to smell it. She feels something wet on her neck andshe wonders if he just licked her. She wonders if she minds if he just lickedher.
But everything becamesubsidiary to the sudden waves of exhaustion and arousal that began pulsatingthrough her body. She feels like with each ache of yearning she feels betweenher legs is met with an equally intense feeling of drifting off to sleep.
She hears a loud soundand then suddenly she’s falling backwards onto the cushion - the weight thathad been supporting her a moment ago now completely gone. Her vision isblurred, but she can see two tall figures moving around in front of her. Arethey dancing?
“What did you do toher?”
“What are you?”
“I’ll kill you!”
“Shit!”
She hears another fewbangs and crashes before she feels herself lifted up into a pair of arms. Shedoesn’t need to open her eyes to know it’s Mulder. She can smell him perfectly.
“I got you, Scully. Igot you. You’re going to be okay,” his panicked voice cried out.
3)
He leaned her slumpedform against the door in the backseat of their rental as he crawled in next toher. Slamming the door shut behind him, he flicked the overhead light on,casting a dull yellow glow over Scully’s nearly unconscious form.
She was breathing, lowand steady, but her eyes were barely open and she was unresponsive to him. Buthis main focus, more than anything, was the blood running down her neck.
He bit her. He fuckingbit her.
Mulder didn’t need to beproficient in vampiric lore to know this really, really wasn’t good.
He grabbed his overnightbag from where it had fallen to the floor of the car and ripped it open to grabone of his shirts, bringing it up to her neck to stifle the blood and clean herneck.
He didn’t know howthey’d gotten split up in the first place. They’d been together and then hejust remembered being lost and confused.
Scully made a littlehumming sound in the back of her throat as she arched her back and slumped herhead to her other shoulder, revealing a red and angry bite mark.
Mulder felt a surge ofanger well up at the image of that man looming over Scully - the way he washolding her. He let out a shuddered breath as he lifted the fabric to shift itand put a clean area on the wound with shaky hands. “Scully, look at me,please,” he begged.
He saw her eyes flutteras she tried to orient herself. “Mulder?” she asked groggily.
“Here. I’m right here,Scully,” he rushed, thickly swallowing his relief.
He lifted his free handto her porcelain cheek and gently ran his thumb over the skin, coaxing her towake up. He watched as her eyes started to open fully, their absolute blackdilation unflinching against the light reflecting off of them. She locked eyeswith him and he felt his heart start to hammer in his chest.
“Hey,” she cooed softly.
4)
Something was wrong.Very, very wrong.
She felt so weird. Likeevery cell in her body was on full alert. It was like a hyperfocus and sensoryoverload combined, yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It just felt extremelytargeted.
At Mulder.
She wasn’t sure if itwas because he’d been doting on her ever since they got to the hotel orsomething else, but she’d never felt so attuned with him. Never so aware of everydetail about him. Aside from a brief call to the local P.D to put a B.O.L.O outfor Vladmir, he hadn’t left her side, and she loved every moment of it.
She’d appreciated hisrunner’s physique before, but she’d never acknowledged just how stronghe was. She’d pretended to be weaker than she really was so that he’d help herget into her room, and she was pleasantly surprised when he’d just hoisted herinto his arms without a moment’s hesitation. The whole time he’d just murmuredwords of reassurance in his silky smooth baritone.
What was exhilaratingher most was his scent. She usually loved his cologne, but she felt like it wasmore now, like she could smell his worry for her, his love, his dedication. Itthrilled her.
“Scully, you’re worryingme. You haven’t been talking. Does your neck hurt?” he asked, standing in frontof the bed she was sprawled out on.
He’d taken off hisjacket and she could tell he was feeling warm. Whether it was from worry orsomething else, she wasn’t sure. She saw him swallow hard and her eyes trackedthe movement. The expanse of his throat looked so smooth and delicate. She feltlike she could see the thudding of his heart on his pulse point beating againstthe skin.
She arched her back andlet a little sigh escape her lips. “Will you hold me?” she asked, letting fauxfear tremble her voice.
Mulder’s brows furrowedin concerned sympathy as he nodded his head. “Of course. Of course,” he mumbledsoftly, crawling onto the bed to scoop her into his arms.
5)
Mulder couldn’t tell ifshe was scared, confused, or calm. She hadn’t said anything since asking him tohold her, which came completely out of left field, but what she lacked in wordsshe was compensating in physicality.
He swore she was tryingto burrow inside his body with how close she was to him.
“H-how are you feeling,Scully?” he coughed, trying not to sound as tense as he felt.
“Much better,” shewhispered, her hot breath tickling his neck.
Speaking of hot, if itwasn’t for his desire to comfort her in anyway she needed, he’d strip off allhis clothes and take a cold shower. It didn’t even have anything to do with thesuggestive position she’d put them in, well, not completely. He just felt likea warmth was spreading through his whole body and pulsating.
He jumped in surprisewhen he felt Scully start to kiss his neck. “Scully?” he questioned softly, notmoving. What was she doing?
“Hmm?” she hummed, thevibrations spreading across his skin. What had he been worried aboutearlier?
“Are you okay?” hemurmured, rubbing a hand lethargically up and down the thin fabric of herblouse.
“Never better,” shepurred before placing a wet kiss to his neck.
6)
He’d never felt soinvigorated. He’d always wanted this connection with Scully, but it skyrocketedfrom repressed desire to burning need within a few moments. The feeling of hermouth on his neck felt better than anything he’d ever experienced before in hisentire life. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been harder.
He felt her mouth leavehis neck as she pulled back, gasping for breath as the puffs of exhalation madethe saliva on his neck feel like ice. He took this break to roll over, trappingher body underneath his own as he laid on top of her.
The first thing henoticed, aside from her big, black eyes looking up at him, was that she hadrich, red blood coating her lips.
She looked ravishing.
Without a secondthought, he bent his head down and captured her mouth in his own, tastingcopper on his lips.
7)
She needed him more thanshe needed her next breath.
Scully wasn’t sure wheretheir clothes had gone or how his head ended up between her legs, but she knewshe’d never been wetter. “Is this okay?” he rasped, pulling back for a moment tolook at her.
“No,” she panted, hervoice coming out with a whine. She lifted herself up onto her elbows to lookdown at him with an intense focus. “Because you stopped.”
From nose to chin, theentire bottom half of his face was glistening with arousal. She swore she saw adroplet gathering at his chin, threatening to drip off from excess. His smilestretched from ear to ear and went back to what he’d been doing. She tightenedher knees around his head and watched him lap at her with unbridled enthusiasm.
One moment his tonguewas plunged inside her, the next it was wildly circling her clit. Each movementmade the pressure in her groin build and build. She felt her body climbing toinsurmountable heights and she knew this was going to be one of the mostpowerful orgams she’d ever had.
“Mulder,” she cried in ahigh-pitch whine. Her hips started rocking and squirming under his touch,riding his face despite her supine position.
She felt Mulder’s handssnake furthur around her legs, digging his fingers into her thighs as hepressed his face harder into her crotch. She was effectively cemented to thebed with his oral attentions.
She felt the twinges ofher orgasm building and she clung to the bed sheets with wild desperation. “Ohmy god,” she cried as he ate her like it was his life’s mission.
He moaned into her andthe vibrations were the final straw, her body burned in pleasure as her voicewent hoarse calling out his name.
8)
Scully. Scully. Scully.Scully.
Her name was like aconstant mantra replaying with each thrust into her. She lay underneath him,her legs wrapped around him like a vice as he buried himself in her warmth. Thiswas really happening. The smell of her sex coated the air, especiallypotent from its remnants on his lips and tongue. It was intoxicating and hefelt wild and empowered by the sensory knowledge that he was the cause of herarousal. He felt it against his crotch and heard it with every thrust, a thickslickness that drove him wild.
“You feel so good,” shegrowled, her nails scraping his back with a pain that shot straight to hiserection.
He buried his face intothe unmarred crook of her neck and nipped at it playfully. He’d never felt soclose to another person in his entire life. Her breasts were mashed against thefine hairs of his chest and he swore he could feel their hearts beating in timewith each other.
She grabbed his face andbrought his lips to her own, kissing him before biting his bottom lip to thepoint of drawing blood. Something told him it should hurt, but it didn’t. Shelapped at it and soothed the wound with her tongue as he plunged deeper and deeperinto her - hitting her cervix with every thrust.
Scully’s mouth droppedopen against his own as she gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.He angled his hips to rub against her g-spot and watched as she twitched andquivered underneath him, her walls spasming around his cock with unforgivingintensity.
9)
She’d come five timessince they started.
She was currently ridinghim, her hands bracketing his head as he watched her with unadulteratedadoration. His hands were gripping her hips in desperation as he helped lifther body before slamming it back down onto him. Occasionally, he’d reach aroundand grab the meat of her ass in his hands, using it to grind her pelvis intohis as hard as he could.
She could hear hisbreath starting to hitch as his impending orgasm made itself known. His eyeswere glossed over with pleasure and he’d never looked more beautiful.
“That’s it, Mulder,” shepraised, goading him on. She wanted to feel nothing more in this moment thanhim releasing inside of her. She wanted to take absolutely everything he had togive her.
She wanted to make himhers.
“Scully,” he groaned,thrusting into her so rapidly that his hips were starting to arch off the bedto meet her.
She sat back down on himand rolled her hips repeatedly on him, making his cock rub every inch insideher. She felt his grip tighten as he pulled her down on top of him, his armreaching around her to keep her pressed to him as he thrust a few final times,spurting hot and deep inside of her.
“You’re mine,” shegrowled into his ear, pumping her hips against him.
10)
“Ecstasy?” she balked,not believing what she was hearing.
“Every single victim?”Mulder asked in disbelief.
“That’s right,” the labtechnician replied. The toxicology reports Scully had requested in his hands.
“How was it ingested ineach case?” she asked, trying to remember how she possibly could have takenfucking ecstasy.
“I’m not sure. It couldhave been in tab form, liquid form, I’m not sure,” he shrugged.
“And that explains thevictims’ confusion?” Mulder asked.
“Yep, the heat theyfelt, the increased sex drive, lack of inhabitions, the decrease in painreceptors,” he listed. “There were occasionally a few other drugs, to muchlesser degrees at play, but the ecstasy definitely had a big part.”
“Thanks for letting usknow,” Scully replied before turning to leave with Mulder.
She was just grateful noone had commented on her and Mulder’s sudden, matching inclination towardsturtle necks.
Or the fact they wereboth walking funny.
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