#fox mulder x you
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little darling- fox mulder x female reader (SMUT OH MY GOD…)
fox mulder knows how badly you want to be touched, to be taken care of, and he is obsessed with being the first and only guy to do it.
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my ao3 | word count: 6,071
content tags: smut, smut so good in my brain it came out poetic?, loss of virginity, virginity kink, dom fox mulder, protective gentle extremely horny fox mulder, embarrassment, sexual fantasy, plus size reader gets sooooo much love, im blushing just posting this aaaaaaa, oh some religious bits bc catholic girls are freaky and also his sex is THAT good, cross-posted on ao3
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fox knew it was wrong, and he didn’t care. he knew how he thought about you, how he touched you in his mind, how he wanted to possess you was culpable- but then again, how shameful could it truly be? how bad was it to want to take care of you, to teach you the right way, to want to show you how good love is supposed to feel? well, maybe it wasn’t completely pure, because he nearly came untouched just thinking about you sometimes, but he just couldn’t help himself. he wanted to. he wanted to be the one you chose to give yourself to. the only one.
it was always in the most mundane moments, like this one, that he needed it most, which played into his guilt. soft moments where you were unaware of what you were saying or doing, clueless as to how you were making him feel. now, as you sat watching the sex scene from basic instinct while fox pretended to be filling out a case file at his desk, was one of those moments. you squirmed in your seat with a sweet blush on your cheeks, watching the slight caricature of sharon stone on top of michael douglas, pupils blown wide and trying to hide your interest. fox was doing his best not to move a muscle, but he felt like a vein would pop if he didn’t turn around to look at you. his stomach was twisting itself into hot, trembling knots just wondering what the scene was doing to you.
you’ve been dating him for a few months now, and upon meeting him, you fell in love in a way you still didn’t understand. he did, too. he idolizes you, he holds you up above everyone else to his detriment. after the first few dates, you told him that you wanted to take the physical aspects of the relationship slow because you had personal obstacles to overcome; he promised to do so, because when you look at him, his entire world glows, and he refused to jeopardize that heaven you unraveled. but he’s learned a lot about you since then simply through deduction. the few risqué movies you’ve watched with him proved through the surprise on your face that you hadn’t seen much video porn, let alone been touched; the books you tried to hide in your purse had absurd covers with the lustful silhouettes of cowboys and prairie girls, corporate bosses and assistants, big looming over small against some dark backdrop– all of it meaning that when you were alone, you fantasized. but the most telling was when fox himself touched you, albeit innocently. it was like you’d never been touched by anything before. when fox’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he held your hand, you’d giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding your face in your shoulder. even better, when he brought those same hands to the soft, warm apples of your cheeks, you’d shudder, melting into his touch like you’d lost your volition. it didn't matter how he did it- if his hands were on you in some capacity, your breath hitched in your throat like a fool.
you wanted to let him touch you. there wasn’t a thing in the world you wanted more than to let him give you all of the things you’d dreamed, all of the things he must be aching to, but it was difficult for you. it seemed no amount of love was enough to break down your walls– you’d never let anyone that close. you’d always struggled with your body and your worth, and the little dating experience you’d had wasn’t much to boast about. you weren’t what people wanted, even if you were deserving. you knew fox was different, and that to him you weren't too big or not pretty enough, but you had just about every anxiety about physical affection. he had no idea you were a virgin on top of it all, which only made the pressure greater. you just couldn’t get over the fear. but you yearned to have it, so much so that even the smallest instances set your body aflame. you had the most lewd things running through your head when fox did just about anything. once you watched the man reach for the cereal box on the top shelf in his kitchen, and his sleep shirt rode up to reveal the dark happy trail that disappeared down his pants, and you felt so dizzy you could’ve dropped dead. and whenever he was close, it was unbearable. you replayed the sensation of his strong, lean hands resting protectively over your hip at his friend’s house. you thought about the way his lips felt on your forehead so often you could’ve written a book based solely on the texture. it drove you insane, the way you wanted him, and you drove yourself insane every time you didn’t act on it. but what did you know of hands, of mouths, of letting someone see what you shroud in fabric every day? what did you know of making him feel good, too, of being worth the wait for him?
now, as you curled up on his couch, you watched michael douglas’ hand grip sharon stone’s leg. it was big, but not big like fox’s. you imagined it was your boyfriend on the television, dark and brooding, as you saw how the man dove between the blonde’s legs, starving; her back arched, propelling her hips forward into his face, and she let out a soft moan. in your head, you saw yourself on that bed, and fox as hungry. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered the blanket draped across your legs in your palms, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you felt. but the agent who listened to the heavy breathing on screen saw exactly what was happening to you. he saw the blood rushing to the tips of your ears, tinting them the color of your bitten lips; he saw the way you shifted rhythmically beneath the blanket, almost undetectable, but absolutely undeniable. fox looked up at the ceiling as if to thank the god he didn’t believe in for playing basic instinct on cable, and he stood up from the desk, stalking over to sit beside you on the couch. as his body made the cushions dip, you smiled nervously. through a cracking voice, you said, “i didn’t know this movie was all… y’know.”
‘oh, yeah, it’s pretty heavy,” fox nodded, attempting his best unassuming expression. “still good, though, huh?”
“i mean, sure,”
“yeah, i think so, too.”
fox sighed just a tad too loudly and let his hand fall on your thigh. nothing but the blanket was between his palm and your skin. you looked to him with a pleading pair of eyes, though you didn’t really know what you were pleading for. the moaning from the television got louder, and you felt so warm, and his hand wasn’t going anywhere. you had no idea what to do. fox grinned at you and let his head tilt back over the couch as he swallowed thickly. you stared at the curve of his stately neck, how his adam’s apple bobbed, and every inch of your body pined in his wake. fox gazed at you, lounged wide like a lion, and his hand slowly traveled up your thigh to the crease of your hip. he slid his fingers across the soft crevice, and you were still at a statue, stuck between craving the friction and terrified to feel it.
“can i ask you something personal?” fox’s voice was gentle. husky.
“...mhm.”
“has anyone ever, uh,” you followed his gaze to the tv, where michael douglas was doing things that made your hands sweat. “have you ever done it like that?”
you prayed that a black hole would open up in the floor and suck you in, so you never had to admit the truth. but his hand was still in that soft spot, and his minty eyes were made of looking glass, and the image of him that fucked your mind was so boggling you were on the edge of giving up.
“just out of curiosity,” he added, lips curling into a cheshire smile.
you ran a hand across your burning cheeks and murmured, “uh, no. no, i haven't.”
“it’s interesting, y’know, how they can make it look so real,” fox pursed his lips, pushing his hand back down your thigh to rest on your knee.
before you could bite your tongue, you confided, “i wouldn’t really know.”
fox’s hand paused at the crest of your kneecap, a chill running down his body. he thought of you, his pretty, quiet, gentle girl, and he never once stopped to think why you were so reserved. he always blamed the little silver cross that hung from your neck and some guy from your past, but he neglected other options. but now, his mouth watered.
“really?”
you tugged the blanket up to your face. “is that a bad thing?”
the man turned to face you, pulling your hands away to reveal the flushed face beneath. you were breathing so heavily. a need rattled his bones, one he wished he could stifle. pictures flashed in his brain- you, writhing beneath him, the feeling so new, making pretty faces as he did what the people in movies do. him, defiling you, ruining the girl you’ve been, clutching to your cross as your mouth bled with his name. maybe he was a monster, but his cock twitched in his dress pants at the humiliated expression you bore.
“no, baby, of course not!” he chuckled, “no, that’s– that’s a good thing.”
“but i-”
“everyone does things at their own pace,”
“but…”
“but what, sweetheart? i don’t expect anything from you.” fox sweetly lied. he wouldn’t force it, but he wanted it. badly.
“i just wish that, uh, that i had by now. sometimes. i guess.”
your eyes darted between the television screen and the way his nimble fingers encased both of your wrists. it only took one hand for him to hold you down… what a career he could make with his other hand free.
“have you ever tried?”
“...no.”
“do you want to?”
you let out a nervous hum. something came over you like it always does, and you leaned over to hide in his shoulder; in a way, that was better than letting him see your face. his hand rested at the nape of your neck as he cooed, “awh, baby, it’s okay.”
“it’s not really okay,” you mumbled into his shirt. “it’s embarrassing.”
“i don’t think it is. i think it’s cute.”
you felt his hand run down your back, and you pushed yourself a little closer, so you could rest against his neck. fox kept talking since you were at a loss.
“nothing embarrassing about that, i promise. truthfully, you’re better off. so many guys out there just wanna take advantage, y’know?” he reasoned, tracing little things at the small of your back, fingertips like pens. “probably would’ve wished you didn’t, because you’re so hard on yourself… i would hate to know you lost your virginity to some guy who didn’t care about you. not the way i do.”
the heat of your breath against his neck was maddening. everything about you was maddening. how you curled into him for protection, for reassurance, how your palms tugged at the wrinkled cotton of his work shirt because you didn’t know where to put them. the little nods of agreement you made with every opinion he voiced. he wanted to knock you on your back and fuck you right there, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t spring it on you. you had to want it, you had to let him. and he knew you wanted to let him because it was all over you.
he asked again, “baby, do you want to?”
he raised his wandering hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you felt this urge inside you, an indulgence just begging to be released. acting selfishly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, and beneath your lips, you felt the vibration of a little growl. fox tangled his palm in your hair, and as gently as he could, he pulled your head back so you had no choice but to look at him.
“is that a yes?”
your stomach churned. “yes.”
“good. come on.”
fox rose from the couch and tugged you up with him. he watched the blanket fall from your legs to see that your sleep shorts had ridden up and tucked themselves in the chub of where your thighs and legs met, that sacred spot he’d touched before, and he rolled his eyes in ardor. with your shaky hand in his, the man led you into his bedroom, where he motioned for you to sit at the edge of the bed.
“fox, i…”
“what, love?”
“i… i don’t know.”
you watched him walk over to his closet and open the doors, revealing the shuffled-around mess inside. with his back turned to you, you saw his hands disappear to unbutton the dress shirt that crumpled on his shoulders from a day’s work. as he pulled it over his head, the spotless skin of his sculpted back smiled at you. your hips were warm.
“you’re nervous,” he said, still facing away as he threw the shirt into the basket. “i know you are. but it’s not so scary. plus, you’re with me. i’m nice, aren’t i?”
“you’re very nice,” you smiled, “but you’ve done this before. you… you know so much more than i do.”
“are you sure?” fox’s laugh rumbled low in his throat, “because i’ve seen the books you read. bet you’ve got all kinds of ideas i’ve never even tried before.”
you shifted on the bed, tucking your legs into a crisscross. “w-well, that’s different!”
“no, it’s not!” the man teased, shaking his head like you were hopeless. he crossed the room, back to you, where he stood like a pillar before the bed. when you didn’t meet his gaze, he tucked his finger beneath your chin and made you. “you’ve been thinking about it for so long, haven’t you, sweetheart? about me? must be so lonely, just thinking, never doing.”
he passed his thumb over your trembling chin, admiring your starry eyes, how they reflected so much love. you were so pretty, a pretty he couldn’t have imagined if he’d seen all the most beautiful women in the world. none of them could hold a candle to his girl. “you’re so smart, so good at handling things when they’re hard. but you never let anyone handle you, do you? not even me, baby, and i could be so good at it.”
you couldn’t control how you let him sway you. you gave yourself over, basking in the rush. he settled on his knees, so you had to look down, and he pressed his hands to where your love handles dipped, passing the skin over in his hands.
“i’ve wanted to let you,” you sighed, “i’ve… thought about it.”
fox’s eyes, eager as a puppy’s, looked up at you as he asked, “well, when we’re in your head, where do i start?”
you shivered. “you kiss me first.”
the man decided that you deserved to have your fantasies fulfilled; if in your pretty mind you’d dreamed up a routine, then he’d follow it, and he’d prove to you that nothing was as good as the real deal. he pushed up on his knees and leaned in, thankful for his low-set bed, as he pressed his lips against yours. you disassembled against his touch; he moved with a cadence that had your head spinning, fingers behind your ears, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you’d kissed him plenty, but never like this. never so messy, so desperate. he tasted warm, and kind, sunshine in a mouth. you let out a soft whimper as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.
“i think you’re a bad girl in that head of yours, angel,” he mumbled into your mouth. “what do i do next up there?”
you were too afraid to say it, and you didn’t want to pull away from his lips, so instead you reached for the wrist that held his hand to your face. fox’s throat tightened as you guided his hand down to your stomach, a place you didn’t let him touch often.
“so pretty, baby,” he admired, knowing exactly what it is you needed from him. he paraded his kisses down to your neck, where he got so much sloppier. he licked a stripe over your throat, nipping at the soft skin of your jaw, and he passed the chub of you over in his devastating hands. you keeled forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he littered your ear with little pecks. “so soft. i love your tummy, y’know. how it looks when you wear those pretty dresses, and how when you wear my shirts i can see the shape. fuckin’ adorable, you have no idea. prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”
“fox,” you whined. he was barely even touching you, but the weight of his words anchored your lungs to the floor.
he took a little liberty and leaned down to tug your shirt up, and began brushing his lips over you, spit for paint. you let your hands wander to his hair, and your stomach flipped at the noises he made.
“now what, sweetheart?”
“y-you… agh,”
fox pulled away, and you swooned at the sight of his pretty lips already swollen. “forgettin’ already?”
“well…” you trailed off, feeling a mental fog roll in.
fox stood up and pushed at your shoulders, tilting you back onto his bed. laying down, he had more access to pushing your shirt up and seeing you for real. he sucked at his teeth, handsome face overtaken with want; you curved like a muse beneath him, and he wondered why you hid all this body beneath clothes. you felt his hands like a compass, mapping the cascading mountain ranges and slow, dipping valleys of your hips and thighs, as if his whole world was discovering you, as if his purpose existed within the endless confines of your flesh and bones. and his hands roamed freely, nomadically, through your land, committing every road that made you shiver to memory.
“where do you touch yourself, princess?” fox smiled. you whined, and he clicked his tongue. “come on, show me.”
your hand shook, but you rested it over your shorts, and you curled your fingers in to prove you knew how.
“good girl. bet you know just what to do, huh?”
“mhm,”
“but your fingers aren’t enough, are they?” fox pouted playfully as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band squeezing your waist.
“no,” you wheezed, “never.”
“fuck. you sound so pretty when you need me. let me see you.”
trying to stop himself from rushing, the man clambered on top of you and grabbed you by the back of your knees, pushing you up the bed a bit. when your head hit pillows, he tucked them behind you, and he crawled back down to your legs with a mission. gently, he tugged your shorts down, and beneath were little black boyshorts that cut into the skin of your thighs. he looked about as starving as michael douglas as he flattened his palms against your hips, adoring the sight.
“y’know, most girls hide lacy things,” he teased, “i like this so much better.”
breathlessly, you said, “lace is itchy.”
“god, you’re just dying for it, aren’t you?”
you pushed up into his palms and whispered, “please.”
“please what?”
“do it,” you heaved, “i need it, fox.”
he didn’t need to be told again. he slid your panties down in one sweep and practically drooled over what you had kept from him all this time. he could’ve cried. this must be what people felt when they saw the mona lisa for the first time, or had a prayer answered. this was his very own da vinci original. this was god’s divinity trapped in your lower half. you were an irritated pink, your pussy plump as the rest of you; as he pushed your thighs wide, he found a sheen already coating your skin. “fuck, sweetheart, is this from the movie or me?”
“y-you.” you kicked yourself for all your stammering, but the glow of his cheeks soothed the embarrassment.
“oh, yeah?”
you didn’t know how easy it would be to let yourself be touched before you just tried it. here, with the one man who might be the direct work on god on earth, you wanted to spill every secret now that you knew something of hands. your heart beat against your ribcage relentlessly as you admitted, “was imagining it was you on tv, fox, you and me,”
“jesus christ,” fox grunted, eyes dirty and dark. “i can fuck you better than he ever could.”
fox pressed his thumb to the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, and just the pressure alone drew a dangerous moan from the back of your throat. he relished in the sound as he began to circle his finger, leaning down to kiss the searing skin. you rolled your hips against his touch, begging for more friction, and he wordlessly rewarded you with a new motion, one that needed two fingers for rubbing. you grabbed at his forearm as it came into reach, and he felt like he could explode from how you tugged at him. you held onto his arm like it was a lifeline. any other girl would’ve grabbed the bedsheets or touched her body, but your inexperience meant you were acting on instinct, and that quite possibly was the best thing he’d ever seen. watching you feel so good for the first time in your life had him panting like a dog. you were all his now, his pretty girl under his spell. an angel who knew only one name.
“good, baby?”
“mm-nngh,” was all you had to say.
“what a pretty girl.”
“fox…”
“good girl. only i can make you feel like this, right? not those guys in your books, none of those movies. just me, my hands, baby, my mouth,”
you used your grip on his arm to try and get him to go faster, but he refused. he wriggled free from your grasp and left a ghostly kiss on your stomach, tutting, “oh, no, angel. i’m gonna make this last. want you out of your mind when i’m done.”
you’ve felt powerless all your life, and you do even now, but this is the first time you’ve ever needed more. you were engrossed in being taken. you’d been too afraid to pray for this because you weren’t sure how the man upstairs would feel about you breaking his technical rules, but you had to have yearned to let fox take your virginity every night since you met him. you knew he’s done this before, but you didn’t know he was so gifted; but even he could tell you that it wasn’t so much his experience as it was how he wanted to ruin every other guy for you. and how could you want another when his hand– that which wrapped around the neck of a pistol, that which choked the air of men’s throats– circled your clit so gently, working a new kind of love into you that you never thought imaginable?
“been dreaming about this, y’know,” fox drawled, leaving stinging kisses on your waist. “been thinking about how our first time would go. and you’re doing so good, you’re taking it so well right now.”
you couldn’t speak. every word got caught in your chest. so instead you tugged at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you. he giggled, hovering over you and slowing his fingers so he could give you what you wanted. you moaned into his mouth, lips gnashing against his teeth in your eagerness, and just when you felt like you were starting to have some control, you felt two of his fingers push between your folds. they went so much deeper than you’ve ever gotten your own, and as he curled them inside you, your entire body shook. gasping against his cheek, you exhaled, “oh my god,”
“be careful, baby, you don’t want him to hear you,” fox warned, voice thick with lust.
you grabbed at his chest, fingers running through the little curling hairs that grew in a thicket over his heart, and you felt it beating, keeping time with his hand. you wondered if sex felt like this for everyone the first time around, but then again, how could it? unless fox was there for them all, they could never have had it this good.
“you’re so pretty,” fox cooed, “so pretty on my fingers. d’you feel pretty, baby?”
“mmm,”
“tell me you feel pretty,”
“i- i feel pretty.”
“mhm. what about me, love, you think i’m pretty, too? my hands feel pretty?”
“fuck,” you squeaked, “fox!”
“i know you do. say it.”
“you’re so pretty,” you droned, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he rerouted to your neck.
you ground into his palm over and over again, and he felt you burning up on his fingertips, contracting, squeezing, shaking. he moaned into your shoulder, “do you wanna cum, baby?”
your hands scratched at his arms, and to his surprise, you shook your head violently. “not yet,”
“really?”
“mm-mm. not… not time yet.”
fox’s pupils swallowed the green of his eyes. the man licked his lips and slowed to a stop, letting his fingers rest inside of you, and he asked, “what comes next, then?”
even in a position so lewd as this one, you were too embarrassed to explain. so you reached up to his mouth, swiping your thumb across his slick bottom lip, and with pretty little doe eyes, you popped your finger into his mouth. you watched as he wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the salty taste of your skin, and you whispered, “i need you.”
fox pulled off your finger with a pop. “how?”
he followed your lidded gaze as it traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and he nearly passed out.
“you sure you’re ready for that?” his eyebrows knit together in true concern, but he knew he was the one who had to answer the question, too. he wanted to do right by you– you couldn’t regret this, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you did. “i can wait, you know. this is about you.”
“no. i’m ready,”
“positive?”
“mhm,” you sighed, “just… don’t hurt me.”
the man above you melted like putty, and the hunger he’d touched you with went soft. you saw that toothy grin again, the one that gave you butterflies, and he promised, “i’d never hurt you, angel.”
the scruff of his jaw even tinted a lovesick pink as he kissed you. your fingers scratched at the back of his ears like you would a dog’s, and you confessed between breaths, “i love you, foxie.”
his hands flew to his waist and he rushed to undo his belt and shimmy the slacks down. he wanted to scream, he wanted to stand at the edge of the world and tell every soul about the way you coated his entire existence in sugar, but right now, it was just you. he was alone with his girl, and if he couldn’t tell the world, he could at least make you sick of hearing it.
“i’m so fuckin’ in love with you,” he swore, marking your face with invisible prints of his mouth. “i’m all yours, princess.”
“oh, god,” you groaned, watching how he spilled out of his boxers with glazed eyes. you had no idea where he was hiding all that. you felt a little dorky for the surprise, but who could blame you?
fox was too far to reign in. he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, and he made you scoot up against his headboard; you pressed your back against the cold wood, and you yelped as he raised you in the air, pinning you to the wall.
“fox, i-”
“you’re not too heavy,” he stopped you, knowing what you were going to say. “you’re perfect.”
you couldn’t complain- truthfully, you didn’t even get the chance to think about it, because he was all over you. with one hand holding you up by the leg, and the other gripping the headboard with white knuckles, he pushed himself between your legs, and you knocked your head into the wall at the way he stuffed you.
“fuck, fox!”
it didn’t hurt, but god, was he big. pinned to the wall like this, you had no bearings. he had you suspended, stapled down by his sheer strength; you never thought you could be fucked like this, some little ragdoll he could throw around, but clearly you underestimated how much he could handle. you felt the wind leaving your lungs as he pulled out and snapped back in, pelvis rolling hard against your swollen clit. he moved like a wave crashing down, managing to soak every part of you with his skin.
“fuck, sweetheart, so much better than i imagined,” he croaked, “feels okay, right?”
“s-so… so big…”
“oh, baby, i know,” he babied, leaving pinprick kisses on your jaw. “you can take it, pretty girl.”
his big hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of your neck as he fucked you into the creaking headboard. you were an endless machine of moans and profanities, head lolling, trying to keep your eyes open to watch the way his lips parted at the feeling of you encircling him. he tugged at your hair, and a guttural groan escaped your lips.
“always wanted to get fucked like this, huh, baby? you’re such a good girl, you deserve it,”
“fox, please,”
“such a pretty girl,” he moaned, “jesus, you sure you’ve never done this before?”
as you bucked your hips against his swelling length, you offered a drunken grin. “only in my… dreams.”
“oh my god. you’ve got no idea how hot you are.”
he was everywhere, he was heaven, he was the pounding in your head as you collapsed against his body, letting him use you like a toy. you scratched at his shoulders, mouth all over his sizzling skin, and he flooded your ears with pretty praises. you hoped to god that by the time he was done you’d have the print of his hands tattooed on your hips, or that he’d never be done and you could float on by in this bliss forever. but his hips were thrusting hard, and falling out of time, and you felt your tummy squeezing like it was running out of air. he drowned in you, mouth full of dirty whines and strings of i love yous, and you knew you couldn’t hold back.
“f-fox… oh- oh god…”
“gonna cum for me, princess?”
“i… i’ve never…”
the feeling in your stomach was foreign and hot, and it was backing up all the functions of your brain. all you felt was fox between your legs, terrorizing this little spot that short-circuited all your nerves, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping his mouth with yours– and when he hit it one last time, with eyes rolling back, and you let everything go. fox felt the warmth of you spilling over him, and the silent scream you let out had him unraveling in seconds. his hands were all over your face, fingers on your teeth as he came inside you, feeling himself mixing with you, and nearly bursting again just knowing he was.
“oh, baby,” he fussed, “good girl, atta girl!”
pulling out slowly, so you didn’t feel too shocked, he slid you down the headboard softly and helped prop you up against the pillows again. you couldn't see straight, and everything twinkled, but you did catch a glimpse of him sneaking back down the bed. the man admired the mess he left behind. the smallest dribble spilled out of you, and all of a sudden he was lapping it up with his tongue, thirsty as a castaway. your entire body buzzed with overstimulation, and in what felt like screams but only came out strangled, you exclaimed, “fuck, oh my god!”
his tongue split you open, collecting all the juices between your hips and smearing the inside of your thighs, the pretty little mound of your pussy, making you shimmer like an angel. he sucked, and he swirled, and he dug his tongue between your folds like a freak, and you grabbed at his sweaty hair, so full of him you wanted to thank your angels for sending you someone so perfect.
“come on, i know you’ve got more,” fox coaxed, “one more, baby, one more.”
black spots crossed your line of vision as you watched his face disappear in your legs, and the tidal wave rose again, drowning you in a feeling that had you bucking against his tongue like a rogue horse. you’d never been able to make yourself cum, but all it took was fox mulder to pull two loads right out of you. you felt disgusting, you felt drunk, you felt so good you could’ve died this way. you didn’t ever want to leave the bed. fox made his way back up, heaving, and he kissed you with milky lips. you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you needed his palms to pin your hips down as you trembled, stuck on your high.
“good girl, didn’t that feel good?” kiss. “you did so good, baby,” kiss, “so good for me,” kiss, “m’so proud of you, sweetheart.”
“mm… agh,”
“i know, love, take a deep breath.” you felt his hand press against your warm tummy, and he told you again, “take a deep breath for me.”
you smiled, trapped beneath him, and you breathed like he wanted you to. anything he wanted, for the rest of his life, he would get. through fuzzy vision, you saw his glittery eyes, the grecian curve of his face, the little white strip of teeth behind his handsome smile, and you felt so in love you didn’t know what to do with yourself. he started to blush under your gaze, so he laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest to listen to your racing heartbeat.
“foxie,” you whispered.
“hm?”
“m’not a virgin anymore,” you giggled, the joy bubbling out of you.
his warm laugh echoed in your ribs. “not anymore.”
“all yours now,” you swooned, “are you happy?”
you felt his hand slither behind your back, and he scratched at your spine, making you squeal at the ticklish feeling. then he attacked your neck and shoulders, mercilessly going after all the spots he knows are most sensitive until you lost your breath again from his innocent touch. “stupid question!”
“ah!– fox– agh, stop!” you swatted at his hands, a blissful wreck.
“‘course i’m happy,” he chuckled as he relented. “are you?”
in a huff, you rested your spinning head on his pillows and blushed. “mhm. very.”
“worth the wait?”
“definitely. thank you.”
“my pleasure,” he teased, flopping down beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. and when a comfortable silence fell, he couldn’t help himself: “you know i’m never gonna stop thinking about this, right? i’m ruined for life.”
“shut up,” you laughed.
“no, seriously. get ready for a life of me drooling over you doing absolutely nothing.”
“i’d like that life, i think.”
you curled up in his side, and he drew you close, letting you hide in the crook of his neck the same way you did in what felt like a lifetime ago on his couch. there was still a little devil on his shoulder, applauding him for taking a piece of you that no one else could have now, but more than anything, his heart ebbed and flowed in his chest, blossoming each time he looked down at your pretty face. he meant it when he said he was ruined. you ruined everything by letting him fall in love with you, and he has never felt so lucky.
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what about mulder having soft sex with the reader to show how much he loves her?
Definitely! Here’s the story I’ve written, I hope you like it!
Indiana Jones will be next :)
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The soft sunlight broke free through your window, gently shining on your face. You were wearing your pyjama shorts with nothing underneath and no top on as you just woke up.
You stretched your arms out before you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, today was your birthday.
You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the light. You looked next to you but the bed was empty, you saw the exact spot that Fox had been sleeping on only he wasn't there.
You looked at the nightstand besides your bed, maybe he left a note or something to tell you that he's gone out like he usually does, but nothing.
You were a little confused until you heard something rumbling downstairs in the kitchen, the rumbling was followed up by Fox humming his favourite song.
You smiled to yourself as you heard him tiptoe up the stairs, trying not to wake you. You sat up in bed, covering your chest with the blanket as you had a sweet smile on your face while watching Fox slowly enter the room wearing just his boxers, his hair still messy. It was obvious that he stood up like that.
"Oh good morning birthday girl, I hope I didn't wake you?" He asked a little guilty as he saw you sitting up, his hands behind his back. "I thought you were still a sleep, you looked so peaceful when I got up."
"No don't worry." You giggled. "The sunlight woke me up, what were you up to?"
"Well since today is your birthday, I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed." He said as he brought his hands back from behind his back, revealing fresh orange juice and a homemade breakfast.
"Fox..." You said in adoration. "You know you didn't have to right?"
"I know." He said as he walked over and handed it to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead before he crawled back into bed next to you. "I just really wanted to."
“Oh yeah?" You said after you took a sip of your orange juice, putting it and the food on the bedside table. "Just cause it's my birthday?"
"Mhm." He said as he moved closer to you, kissing your bare back. "I'll take every opportunity I get to show you how much I love you."
You softly hummed as you felt his soft lips against your skin. "I love it when you show me how much you love me."
"Oh really?" He said as he moved his kisses towards your neck. "What's your favourite way of me showing you?"
"You know exactly what my favourite way is." You said as you slightly pushed his chin up, making him look at you.
His pupils grew as he looked at you, an adoring smile on his lips. The soft sunlight hit his toned chest and made it look even better than it usually does.
You cupped his face with your hands, slowly moving your thumbs over his soft skin. You pecked his lips as you both closed your eyes, without any hesitation he kissed you back.
His soft lips against yours never failed to make you melt, they felt so perfect against each other. Fox his strong hands moved over to your back, pulling you closer against his chest. His one hand moved towards the back of your neck, gently holding on to you.
He slowly pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and sitting in between your now spread legs as his lips didn't leave yours.
You felt the bulge in his underwear press against your pyjama shorts as a little hum left your mouth into the kiss.
"Well than your lucky it's your birthday." He softly said as he looked into your eyes.
You gently bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him, his beautiful dark eyes staring into yours. A small giggle left your lips as you felt him kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone, eventually all the way down to your abdomen while his hands moved up and down your waist before they settled on your breasts. You let your head fall back slightly and gently opened your legs a bit more as you felt his hot kisses reach the top of your pyjama shorts.
You felt him chuckle against your skin. "You're so beautiful y/n, you know that right?" He said as he looked up at you with a little naughty smile on his face.
His hands left your breast and felt light against your skin as he brought them down, sending shivers down your spine. He hooked his fingers into the top of your shorts and gently pulled them down, leaving you naked on the bed.
He slowly began to kiss your inner thigh, making his way down as he left wet kisses all over you. His big hands tightly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer before leaving a big kiss where you so desperately wanted him to.
A small groan left your mouth as you felt his tongue inside of you, before going up to your clit. His tongue swirled small circles on your sensitive spot as you buried one hand into his hair, the other one grabbing on to the sheets.
You felt his nails softly dig into your skin as he made sure you stayed in place with his tight grip.
You sometimes felt him look up at you cause his moves slightly changed when he did, admiring the way he made you feel.
Your head fallen back against the pillow, your eyes gently shut close, your mouth slightly parted as little moans left it, your chest rising and falling down just a bit faster due to your heavier breathing and your beautiful legs slightly raised and spread for him. It was one of his favourites sights, he loved seeing you like this.
You had grabbed a hand full of his hair and softly tugged at it while massaging your breast with your free hand, sometimes hearing a low groan escape his mouth against you as you pulled a little too hard.
He slowed down his movements before he kissed his way up your thigh again, making sure you were alright before suddenly stopping.
You looked up at him with desperation in your eyes, his hair was even messier than before, his eyes were calm, his lips a little swollen and wet, his lips parted as his breathing sped up and the soft sunlight now shone on his tinted cheeks.
He kept kissing the skin of your slightly bend knees as he removed his boxers, revealing how hard you made him.
He sat on his knees in between your legs before you went up a little while leaning on your elbows. His hands wrapped around your hips as he pushed you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He pressed your bare chest against his, your breasts being pressed against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you looked into each others eyes.
No words were spoken but the look on your faces already said enough. His calm eyes looked sweet, his plump lips were just begging for yours, his tinted cheeks felt warm and a little strand of hair fell in front of his face.
You softly bit the inside of your cheek, a little smile playing on your lips before you moved your hips up a bit and lining yourself up with him.
You pressed your lips against his as you lowered yourself onto him, letting him fill you up. He groaned into the kiss as he felt you around him, slightly tightening his grip on you.
You slowly started to grind your hips against his as you kept kissing him, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to fight with yours. It was tender, it was sweet, it was loving, you had all the time in the world.
Fox was particularly gentle with you today, this day was after all, all about you. He loved making you feel good, he loved hearing the noises that would escape your mouth, he loved feeling your bare skin against his, he loved the way your lips felt on his like they were made for each other, he loved having soft sex with you just as much as anything else, he loved everything about you and he loved showing you.
One of his hands laid on your lower back just above your ass while the other one was placed higher up your back, keeping you pressed up against him.
Your arms were still wrapped around his neck while one of your hands was placed between his shoulder blades and the other one had made its way to the back of his head as you grabbed a hand full of his hair again.
You moved your hips against his, up and down, back and forth as your kisses got sloppier. Your kisses kept getting interrupted by the sounds that were leaving your mouths.
You pressed your forehead against his as you stopped kissing him, both of your lips parted as small moans left them. Your eyes shut close but you could feel Fox still looking at you as he moved his hips up against yours.
He pressed your body even closer against his, leaving absolutely no space between the two of you. For a moment it felt like it was just you two on the world, like the time stopped for a small amount of time while you were pressed up against each other, hearing nothing but the pleasures you were giving each other.
You suddenly felt him push you back down on the bed, laying you down slowly without pulling out of you and keeping your legs wrapped around him tightly.
He gently moved his hips against yours as he put both of your hands above your head, pinning you down. His moves were gentle but not slow, he did his best not to hurt you and to make you enjoy every second of it.
"Faster." You said with a fulfilling sigh as you closed your eyes. "Please go faster, just a bit."
"Whatever you want." He murmured against the skin of your neck where he was leaving small kisses. "You'll get."
He sped up his moves just a little bit, but it was definitely enough to finally hit that one spot that always made you feel good.
"Fuck yes Fox." You slightly moaned as you felt your back arch.
You wrapped your legs even tighter around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper. He rested his face in the crook of your neck as you heard and felt him groan against your skin, while the grip he had on your pulse tightened.
After a little while his moves got sloppier and slowed down again but luckily he still kept hitting that one spot that would sent you over the edge.
You mouth fell open completely, your back arched just a little bit more, your toes curled, your hands forming fists and a slightly louder moan left your lips as you came, a wave of pleasure washed over you as Fox put his forehead back against yours.
"Good girl." He softly murmured as he left a kiss on your nose.
After a few more sloppy thrusts you felt him twitching inside of you before his head slightly fell back and he let out a breathy moan while he came inside of you.
He laid down next to you before pulling you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest. Both of you caught your breath while little drops of sweat formed on your bodies.
Fox left an out of breath kiss on the top of your head, "Do you want to take a shower before we move on with the rest of your special day?" he asked you.
"Hm depends." You hummed, "Does that mean you're not done with me yet?" You asked with a smile on your face as you looked up at him.
"I'll never be done with you." He chuckled, "Like I said, I'll take every opportunity to show you how much I love you."
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"I love you" from friends to lovers - Fox Mulder x Reader
A/N: I've started loving the X-Files a few days ago, and I instantly fell in love with Fox Mulder. I've always wanted to do a friends to lovers fic with him ever since! Shout out to @muldermuse as they are my inspiration to write for Fox. They have the best fics ever so check their blog out as well and do ask for fic requests from her since she does the best! I hope you love this one, friend!
Summary: using "I love you" long before it gets a romantic meaning (being shocked when they realize one day that they actually express their new feelings aloud already)
“Hey Fox, be safe out there, m’kay? Just because I’m sitting this case out does not give you permission to go batshit crazy!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mulder says before leaving you in his office, “Bye, love ya,” he says, waving goodbye to you as he and Scully were off to do another case while you stayed back, filing a report on the last and most recent case the three of you had done that week.
You and Fox go way back, first meeting him at the FBI Academy when you were both learning how to become one of the best agents in the bureau. You guys were more than best friends, it was as if you were thicker than thieves. But of course, at first, it was purely platonic, so platonic, that saying “I love you” was more of a friendly and best friend-kind of manner.
Every morning, you’d arrive at his office, bringing cups of coffee for you, Scully, and Mulder to start your day right.
Sometimes Mulder would have sleepless nights the night before, due to either not being able to solve whatever theories he had running in his mind or simply because he just couldn’t get himself to sleep.
So whenever you’d come in bringing coffee for helpless mornings, he’d take the cup from you with a warm smile, thanking you for being his hero.
“God, I love you,” he would say without feeling anything romantic to it
“Couldn’t sleep last night, huh,” you figured, to which he nodded and went back to reading his book on supernatural creatures
When Dana came into the picture, she found it weird at first when she first heard the two of you exchange your famous, AND, platonic line.
The three of you were ending your first case together as a trio.
Dana in the backseat, Mulder driving, and you sitting shotgun.
It was a triumphant success, having three brains work together efficiently on a case. Mulder was driving the two of you back to the office that day, with a smile on his face. His smile only got wider when one of his favorite songs started playing on the radio.
“Now, that’s my jam,” he confidently stated, turning up the volume.
You weren’t really fond of the song, it wasn’t really your type or vibe at the moment, and you looked at Mulder with disgust on your face.
“Really, Fox?” you questioned his taste
He looked at you with slight confusion, “You don’t like this?” He then turned up the radio, creeping in a smirk when he started headbanging like a boy listening to his favorite song for the thousandth time.
Annoyed by the boyish friend you had, your fingers started making their way to the radio. About to press a button, Mulder smacked your fingers lightly, shaking his head with disapproval, “Uh-huh, you are NOT doing that,” he calmly said.
“I’m starting to hate this song because of you!” you protested. You aggressively pressed a button, changing the radio station to another one, which coincidentally was starting to play your favorite song.
“Now that’s MY jam,” you teased, imitating his headbanging
Mulder let off a light scoff, shaking his head again, “You are a child,” he stated
You chuckled, turning up the volume, “Yeah, and we’re staying on this station from now on, okay?”
“Fine,” he gave up, rolling his eyes.
“Aw, love you,” you thanked your best friend, continuing to headbang to the song.
Dana silently witnessed what was to her, deemed too adorable for just friends to create with this kind of interaction. She had also witnessed the first time she saw a hint of pink coming from Mulder’s cheeks, right after he had taken a look at you headbanging like a silly girl who got her way with things, and she had also witnessed the way you looked at him and looked away, trying not to smile too big in a span of 10 seconds.
Now back to the present time.
Right after Mulder and Scully left you in his office, Scully just had to ask the question that she had been wanting to ask ever since that car ride.
“Have you ever considered dating her?”
“Who? Y/N?”
“Yeah, you guys always act like an old married couple and you can’t tell me the “I love yous” are just platonic till now”
“I-I don’t know,” Mulder replied, starting to stutter, “I mean she’s my closest friend and I mean I guess we just say silly things out loud without thinking it could have meant something else, you know?”
The two of them stayed quiet as they were on their way to leave the building.
A few minutes later, while in the car, Mulder opened up the conversation again.
“I do like her actually,” he confessed, “I mean, we work so well together as friends, but I don’t know, maybe I’ll end up embarrassing myself in the long run if I changed things between us. I can’t, Scully, it’d be the end for us.”
“Mulder, you’re both oblivious to the fact that without a doubt, you both probably imagined yourselves being more than just friends,” Scully acknowledged, “I’ve had a feeling ever since!”
Mulder narrowed his eyebrows, “Ever since when?”
“Ever since our first case with the three of us. The car ride back here? I definitely saw the way you both looked at each other.”
Mulder looked down, with a small smile on his face, remembering that moment you shared with him. It was cute and he couldn’t disagree.
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The case Mulder and Scully faced that day was more than they had expected.
It was a case where Mulder almost thought it is the end for him, for attempting batshit crazy things in order to find the truth.
It was a case you didn’t want to see first-hand since you had hidden feelings for your best friend, and you’d probably slap him for trying something batshit crazy even if you were there to see it.
Luckily, Mulder and Scully ended up solving the case, though with some wounds and bandages from Mulder’s end.
When you heard about the small cases of injuries on Mulder, you didn’t hesitate to drive all the way from the office to the next state just to see him.
You were now driving slowly to face a bunch of police cars and an ambulance you knew you’d find your friend sitting by.
“Dammit, Fox,” you arrived by the scene as you scolded him, getting the attention of Scully and Mulder
While you looked at Mulder with deep concern over his bandages and dried blood marks, he was looking at you as if you were the stars and moon standing in front of him as he was happy to reunite with you.
“You just had to do something batshit crazy without me and look at you!”
“Yet it got us closing the case, Y/N,” he admitted, smirking at your defeat.
“I knooow,” you rolled your eyes, “But-”
“But I did realize something along the way of almost getting killed,” he said slowly.
This was a cue for Dana to make a few steps away from what she saw coming as his confession to you. So she subtly walked away, smirking.
“If I did lose my head or something back there, I would’ve gone without saying that I love you.”
You looked at him silly, not knowing where this was getting to, “Um, you did right before you left your office, remember?”
Mulder held both your hands, getting you to move closer to him. He squeezes your hands a little, smiling at you with already burning red cheeks. “Not the “I love you” type that means I do love you, more than just a friend, since you’re basically the world to me, Y/N.”
You started feeling light on your legs, feeling so foolish to not see this coming. You sat in front of him by the ambulance, still without words as you were watching your friend get only more closer to you.
“May I?” he asked, asking permission to kiss you.
You only agreed by kissing him first, as your lips met his, moving slowly together as the kiss was simple and long-drawn.
When the two of you returned to looking at each other, you looked down, shyly, matching the same tone of red as his on your cheeks.
“I love you too, Fox,” you confessed, “In that same way as well.”
“I guess I had a hunch ever since I let only you call me by my first name,” he teased, “And did I ever tell you how good it sounds coming from you?”
xx
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Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You (Fox Mulder x pregnant!female reader)
Blurb: Mulder can't keep his mind, or hands, off you now he's got you pregnant, which leads to a little lunch break fun in his car.
Warnings: smut, car sex, pregnant sex?, breeding kink
A/N: If anything about pregnancy in here is not realistic, oops, I have not been pregnant and I tried my best to research the symptoms etc. Also, the reader works at with the FBI but doesn't work with Mulder on the X Files. She does come and do admin work for him (like photocopying and bringing him coffee) because that's what a good partner does 😘
"Okay, so I managed to photocopy these photographs for you. They're not the best quality, but I'd say they're passable. I mean, you can still make out the shape of a figure in the tree line. I'm guessing that's what you need them for, right? Identifying weird humanoid figures."
Mulder nearly dropped the folder he was holding.
"You're not wearing a bra." He stated, completely matter-of-factly, despite how he stared at you.
It was true: you had forgone a bra that morning and opted for a white vest under your blouse instead. Your breasts were constantly aching now you were well and truly into your first trimester. Wearing a bra meant you would wince all day and be unable to focus on anything except how sore your chest was and how much you couldn't wait to tear your bra off as soon as you got into your car at the end of the day. But today, you weren't in the mood to suffer hours of feeling like someone was squashing your already tender breasts constantly, so no-bra it was.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully at Mulder as you set the thick pile of photocopies on his desk.
"You're observant this morning. Did you listen to anything I just said? Or do you need me to repeat that all while you," You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours rather than admiring the twin peaks of your pert nipples against your blouse. "Keep your eyes up here."
Mulder placed his hands on your waist, running them down over your hips. Since you'd shown him the four identical positive tests and the doctor had confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, he'd found it incredibly hard to keep his hands away from you. Everything he'd loved about you and your body was amplified tenfold now. And right this instant, your significantly fuller breasts, the healthy flush across your cheeks, and your pretty eyes staring up at him were destroying his normally undying devotion to his job.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, don't worry. The photocopies. Thank you, sweetheart." You were pulled closer to him, very much breaking the 'no touching' rule you had agreed on to prevent the pair of you from losing your jobs over inappropriate workplace behaviour. "More important is, why aren't you wearing a bra? You're not, you know,” He lowered his voice, “lactating?"
You laughed, shaking your head.
"Nope, not yet. Going to be another few months before that happens. They're just sore, that's all, and wearing a bra is getting pretty intolerable. So, no bra."
As you explained, Mulder’s hands wandered over the changing contours of your body, settling, as they always did, on the subtle hump of your pregnant belly. Even if he couldn't feel anything, since the baby was no bigger than a plum at this stage, he felt an instinctual need to place his hands protectively over the warmth of your lower stomach. Sometimes, he swore he felt something stirring within you, but he knew it was just his very wishful thinking.
Snapping back into the present moment, Mulder recalled that you said that your chest was hurting.
"Can I make them hurt less? Please." He whispered, hands drifting up to cup just below your breasts. He leaned close to you, kissing your cheek so softly that his lips barely met your skin.
You shivered at his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your sensitive flesh, to have his mouth on your skin, kissing over your sensitive areolas. Another kiss was placed on your cheek, making you groan. As much as you, and presumably Mulder, wanted to take the day off and spend the whole time rolling around in bed, you knew that would have to remain a fantasy.
"Later. I promise. As soon as we get home, I'm all yours." You placed your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt. "We can last until the end of the day, can't we?"
Mulder wasn't sure he could last that long. How could he if you were walking about looking so damn irresistible and beautiful and full?
Clearing his throat, he finally released your body from his protective grasp.
"We can, yes." He lifted the photocopies you'd made. "Especially if I have to go take a look at this sasquatch. Keep my mind occupied."
‘And off your gorgeous body’ , He added mentally.
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"Oh, please be gentle- ah, careful!- please be gentle with me, Fox." You whimpered, arching your back against Mulder's torso as he pulled your vest up over your breasts, catching on your nipples, making them sting. His hands settled on your breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. They certainly felt bigger to him, filling up more of his hands than before.
"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be so gentle with you, doll." He whispered back to you, brushing a thumb over one of your nipples, making you keen and squirm against him. After many hours of being unable to think of anything but you, he was glad to finally get his hands on your body and touch it as much as he (and you, of course) wanted. As much as it was your body that was making him harder and harder every passing second, the way you begged him to be gentle with you and your heightened reactions to his touch only added fuel to the fires of his arousal.
The pair of you hadn't made it to the end of the day. When Mulder got a minute, he found you and nearly dragged you out to his car. He'd driven to a slightly more private place than the bureau car park, and both of you moved to the backseat, kissing each other like a pair of teens who'd finally got the house to themselves and were free from the prying eyes of their parents. Now you sat on Mulder’s lap as he touched you, drawing all sorts of pretty sounds and whispers from you by just lightly touching your tender and aching chest.
Every caress, every careful touch of your tender breasts was a sweet mix of painful and pleasurable. You were in ecstasy, arching your back, grinding against Mulder's thighs, begging him to ‘stop’ and ‘keep going’ simultaneously. The sensation of him sucking and kissing at your neck only made you more desperate and aroused. Though you winced whenever your flesh was squeezed, your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he rolled his thumbs over your nipples, drawing circles on them just as he did with your clit every time you two got intimate. Your climax felt embarrassingly close, considering he’d done nothing more but grope your breasts and kiss your neck. The fact you could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful for you to be sitting on, only added to how turned on you were.
"P-please...I want more of you. Touch me more." You panted out, seizing one of Mulder’s hands and moving down under your hiked-up pencil skirt. He pushed your panties aside and slid the tips of his fingers along your leaking slit. Thick, creamy arousal gathered on his fingers and leaked onto his trousers, staining them with a prominent damp patch.
"God, you're so wet." Mulder mused as he slid two fingers into you. There was no resistance whatsoever, as your insides welcomed the intrusion of his fingers, twitching around them. You groaned and bucked against his fingers as they pressed up into the most sensitive part of your insides.
"A-all because of you." You said, struggling to speak as you couldn't focus on much else except how good it felt to have your pussy spread open by Mulder’s fingers.
He chuckled, scissoring inside you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.
"That's not true; it's not all my doing. It's because of your hormones, too."
As he toyed with your pussy and rolled your clit under his thumb, slick leaked out, soaking his hand and the leg of his trousers. You writhed about on his lap, grinding against his stiff length. It was Mulder’s turn to moan as your movements threatened to make more pre-cum leak from his slit and wet his boxers. He wanted to be inside you so badly, especially as he could feel how wet and pliable your pussy was right now. A whine left your lips as he slid his fingers out of you.
“You’re so needy, aren't you? It’s cute.” He mumbled as he guided you to lie across the backseat. Placing one knee on either side of your hips, he straddled you, leaning down to kiss you as he undid his belt.
You smirked against his kisses.
“Speak for yourself. You can’t even pause to take your pants off. That desperate to be inside me.” You whispered back to him.
Mulder didn’t fight back with words. Inside, he moved his mouth from your lips to your nipples, running his tongue over one of them, swirling around the hard nub. You winced and groaned, your body unable to decide whether it liked the sting of your oversensitive buds being touched in such a way. Seeing your reaction, he moved to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to gently squeeze your breast and circle his thumb over your now wet nipple. You writhed about under him, switching between arching your back, pressing your chest up to him, and shrinking away, trying to escape but finding no way to roll away from him without falling off the seat.
Feeling as though he had ‘tortured’ you enough and got his fill of toying with your gorgeous chest that had been distracting that whole day, Mulder lifted your hips, lining your entrance up with his weeping tip. He entered you, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay hilted deep inside you.
This was what Mulder had been thinking about all morning. Even with a particularly promising case to chase up, all he could think about was you and being inside your intoxicating tight, wet heat. As much as he wanted to draw out the process of rutting into your velvety insides and feeling you clamp around him as you said his name over and over, he simply couldn’t hold back. He pounded into you, filling the car with the slap of skin on skin and the sickenly wet sounds of his cock spearing open your soaking lips. You looked so perfect below him; your pupils blown out, your skin sheening with a light layer of sweat, your neat office makeup beginning to run as tears squeezed from your eyes, your full breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. To top off the view of you, looking more beautiful than ever, the way you were saying his name every time he hit your deepest and most sensitive spot was something he knew he’d replay in his head whenever he couldn't be with you. You swung from breathing out his name in pants to calling it out to barely whispering it as your orgasm broke and made you fall apart under him. He already knew he loved you, but at that moment, as you said his name in a barely audible tone and looked up at him with doe-eyes full of adoration, it felt like that love grew tenfold.
“O-oh, god, fuck, I love you.”
Words fell out of Mulder’s mouth, very much beyond his control, as he felt the heat of his orgasm spread from his lower belly and along his length. He felt himself fill you with spurt after spurt of his hot seed, his cock pulsing as it emptied its load into you. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, smearing his tip over your swollen folds, unwilling to let any of his cum go to waste.
You sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over you. Clearly, so much excitement and activity had put your delicate body under some strain, and it struggled to cope. You looked down at yourself, noticing the gradually growing puddle of cum leaking out of your entrance. The more you sat up, the more that leaked out. You groaned at the sight; it almost made you want to go another round.
“God, you always cum so much. No wonder I got pregnant the second time we tried. Your car seats are ruined now.” You said, laughing as you forced yourself to sit fully upright and start making yourself look presentable again.
Mulder shook his head at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“They’re leather, so that won’t stain or mark them. And aren't you glad we didn’t have to keep on trying to get you pregnant?” He said, nudging you.
You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance at his remark.
“I don’t think either of us would have minded it taking more than just two times without a condom. Not that we need condoms or an excuse to fuck like rabbits anymore.” You joked, helping re-do Mulder’s tie for him, kissing the tip of his nose.
***
Scully was waiting for Mulder when he rushed back into his office, still looking much more dishevelled than a man coming back from a completely average and normal lunch break should look.
"Mulder, where were you?" She asked, looking him up and down, folding her arms like a parent would do to a misbehaving child.
"Um...Lunch." Mulder fumbled with his answer, knowing as soon as it left his mouth that there was no way in hell that Scully would believe that he’d just been away getting lunch.
"For over an hour? It took you that long to get lunch?" She pressed, closing the door to his office as he searched about his desk for the photocopies of the sasquatch you’d made him earlier.
There was a long and uncomfortable pause as Mulder stared at the photocopies in his hand, trying to think of a way to answer Scully’s question. At this point, he knew it was basically pointless to carry on giving her excuses; she had worked out what he’d been up to the minute she saw him. Finally, he thought of a (pathetic) reason for why he’d disappeared for nearly two hours.
"There was a queue. A long one."
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FOX MULDER IS SO FINE
I AM STARVING FOR MULDER FANFICS I swear I am loosing my mind I have read pretty much everything on both tumbler and ao3. I NEED a multi chapter straight up BOOK I wanna see Fox and reader meet, work together, fall in love, get in a relationship, relationship fluff, occasionally some smut?, be in an ADORABLE relationship
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Spooky Family - Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Title: Spooky Family
Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Scully, Jodie (OC), Charlie (OC), and Stevie (OC)
WC: 1,576
Warnings: X-File stuff mentioned, teasing, some super cute stuff going on here
Scully let out a sigh as she left the building, Mulder in tow. Her shoulders dropped in relief, digging her hand into her pocket to grab her keys. Scully and Mulder had just finished another X-File, it wasn't as bad as most of their cases had been over the years. But it was over, finally, and Scully was just ready to go home. But the thought of driving another four hours made her frown.
Mulder jogged up to walk beside her, bringing his hand out to her, palm up. "Keys." He spoke, as Scully looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"What, why Mulder? I thought I was driving back to D.C.?" She asked and Mulder shook his head.
"We need to make a quick stop." He spoke, before Scully reluctantly tossed him the keys as they made it to the car.
Opening the passenger side door, Scully paused, "Did you run out of sunflower seeds?" She asked and Mulder didn't say a word, just hopping in the driver's seat. Scully pursed his lips, sitting down and shutting the door. As Mulder began to drive, Scully tried to figure out where they were going. Asking Mulder wasn't really seemingly going anywhere. And now, looking down at the cup holders, Mulder still had half a bag of sunflower seeds left.
Glancing over at him, Mulder's eyes were squinted slightly from the sun, and Scully knew she'd get no answer from him. She sighed and looked forward again as they drove through the streets. The drive was long, but it was less than an hour when they entered a suburban neighborhood. This made Scully even more confused, but she kept her mouth shut as Mulder pulled to a halt in front of a quaint house. It was a nice gray, two-story house, with a three-car garage, and large windows for natural light. The lawn was freshly mowed, and small flowers and bushes littered the outside of the home, obviously well taken care of.
Scully's brow creased again as she watched Mulder walk up the steps onto the porch, unlocking the door. So many questions were racing through her mind. Who lived here? Did Mulder live here? But he had an apartment, she thought. Did he know someone who lived here? Friends? Family? Maybe a parent? Grandparents? As she hesitantly entered the home behind Mulder, she was surprised to see a smile on his face, a real smile.
"Honey, I'm home!" He exclaimed, and Scully's eyes widened as two little kids came barreling down from a hallway, launching themselves right into Mulder's arms; they couldn't have been more than seven years old.
"Dad! You're home!" The little boy in his arms cheered, looking like an exact replica of his father, and it was the same for the little girl tugging on his pant leg.
"Yeah, Dad, I thought you were coming home tomorrow." The little girl replied, her brown hair in pigtails as she pushed up her thick-framed glasses.
"Well, kiddos, I decided to surprise your mom today." He placed his son back on the ground, "Now, Jodie, Charlie, say 'hello' to Scully."
The two kids, Scully guessed that they were both twins, looked up at her with big smiles, "Hi, Scully." Both Jodie and Charlie spoke in unison, before looking back at their dad.
"Now, where is your mother?" Mulder then asked, and Jodie hopped in her spot, filled with excitement.
Jodie pointed to somewhere in the house, "Momma's with Stevie." And to that, Mulder nodded, bending down to get on eye level with his two oldest children.
"Well, will you two go get your momma for me?" He asked, and the two kids nodded, before running off across the hardwood floor; almost slipping as they did so. Mulder sighed, watching them go as he stood up. Glancing at Scully, he almost laughed at her face; her jaw dropped and her eyes widened slightly.
"You have a family?" She abruptly asked, and Mulder nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you... But with our job..."
Scully nodded, "I get it, Mulder." She smiled, looking off at the house around her, "I never thought you'd have a family." At her words, she instantly frowned, shaking her head, "No, I'm sorry. That was rude for me to say."
Mulder shook his own head, dismissing her with a wave of his hand, "No, no... I never thought I would have a family either. With the job I have. But... When I met Y/N..." He trailed off, not even finishing his sentence as a young woman, holding a small baby in her arms, walked out from another room, her two children trailing behind her.
You instantly smiled when you spotted your husband. "Fox, you're home early." You walked over, adjusting your baby boy Stevie in your arms, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You then turned to meet Scully's gaze, giving her a smile, "And you must be Dana Scully. Fox has told me a lot about you." You spoke, offering your hand out to shake hers.
Scully let out a breathy laugh, shaking your hand, "All good things, I hope." She smiled, and you chuckled, nodding.
“Absolutely.”
Stevie suddenly babbled and reached out his little arms towards his dad, so you passed him off to Mulder. "Hi, Stevie," Mulder cooed softly, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead, "How's my spooky baby?" He muttered, slowly walking off as his two kids followed after him, telling him about their day.
You watched as he left, letting out a happy, dreamy sigh. Looking back at your husband's co-worker, you felt your cheeks flush, "Here, come on in. Make yourself at home. Do you want anything to eat, or to drink?" You asked, walking further into your house, leading the woman to your kitchen where you gestured for her to sit at the kitchen island.
Sliding out a stool, Scully sat, clasping her hands together on the counter, "Oh, water would be great, thank you."
You nodded, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with tap water. Sliding the glass over to Scully, you grabbed yourself a water before sitting across from her.
"So, what is it like working with Fox? Do you believe in that extraterrestrial and supernatural stuff too?" You smirked, as Scully rolled her eyes and took a sip of her water.
"Well, I am definitely a skeptic. Though... My job is slowly changing my opinion." She then tilted her head, "What about you? Do you believe in the strange and unusual?" She asked and you shrugged.
"Sometimes. I used to be a skeptic, but after meeting Fox... He somehow convinced me." You sighed, glancing over at a family photo of you, Fox, and your children then hung on the wall. "He makes everything seem so much more possible."
Scully hummed quietly, taking another sip of her water. "Well, you have a wonderful family." She spoke, glancing over at you before smiling gently.
Smiling back at her, you nodded, "Thank you." You smiled down at the counter, "They are my life." You confessed, before resting your palm on your cheek, leaning your elbow on the counter. "Jodie and Charlie are twins, if you hadn't guessed, and they are a handful. Both of them are just like their father, believing in aliens and Bigfoot… Even Nessie..." You trailed off with a laugh, before continuing, "And Stevie, he's my youngest. Only a couple of months old. Fox is sure he's going to believe in aliens just like him and the twins. But, he’s got his own littler personality, but definitely a daddy’s boy." You chuckled, Scully nodding in response before she herself spoke.
"If I may ask, how did Mulder get a woman like you?" Scully began and you tilted your head slightly as she continued, “I mean, he’s a pretty… Odd guy…” She spoke slowly, uncertain.
You smirked, shrugging one shoulder, "Oh, you know, he just charmed his way into my life... Somehow."
"Hey!" Mulder entered the room, holding little Stevie in his arms as Jodie and Charlie clutched onto his jacket sleeves. "I heard that." He pointed at you.
"Hey, honey." You greeted Fox softly, learning a smile from the man. Your heart fluttering in your chest as you watched him.
Stepping over to you, he pecked your lips briefly before setting Stevie in his high chair. After settling the twins down, he leaned against the breakfast bar, crossing his arms. His brown hair was messy, and his shirt was a bit wrinkly, as he grinned lightly at the two women. "Been talking about me, huh?"
You rolled your eyes, standing as you picked up your empty glass. "All good things, my love, all good things." You then turned to Scully, "Would you like to stay for dinner?" You offered politely, and Scully's eyes widened.
"Oh, I don't want to impose." She stammered, but you waved a hand.
"Don't worry, I insist." You bumped your hip against Fox's, "Besides, Fox makes the best spaghetti." You winked, causing his cheeks to color a slight shade of pink as he glanced over at you. Smirking to yourself, you continued speaking to Scully, "Anyway, we usually have dinner around six thirty, why don't you join us? There will be plenty."
Scully glanced between you and Mulder, unsure of whether to accept or decline your invitation. Finally, she simply gave you a nod. "Alright. Thank you."
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First Name Basis
FOX MULDER X GN READER
Author’s Note: OMG it’s been so long since I have written anything on here and I think it’s finally time to get back into it I’ve been obsessed with the X Files recently and had this cute idea late last night Enjoy!
You had known Mulder for about one month now after being assigned to the X files and had grown accustomed to his wild theories, sarcastic comments, and the dingy basement where the two of you had spent hours talking and pouring over case files. In the rare moments of calm, he had begun to open up to you about his past and his childhood. He told you how he believed his sister was abducted by aliens and how he had never forgiven himself for what happened. You knew so many personal things about him, but one day you realized something... you didn’t even know his first name.
You opened the door to the basement and saw Mulder was sitting at his desk, chewing on the end of his pen and reading. He looked up as the door opened and you walked in.
“Morning,” he said as you made your way to the chair sitting opposite him.
As you sat down, you said, “What’s your name?”
He paused and lifted an eyebrow at you. “Well, considering you’ve been here a month already, I thought you would have figured it out by now.”
You smirked. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What’s your first name? You know mine. It’s only fair I should know yours. Do you not like it or something?”
“Not really,” he huffed and took a sip from his coffee mug.
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “Just don’t. That’s all. Why do you care all of a sudden?”
“Because,” you started, “I thought we were friends. Friends tell each other stuff. I know plenty about you already, but I don’t know this.”
He sighed and put his book down. The light from the table lamp hit his eyes at just the right angle, turning them blue, green, and brown all at the same time. You had always thought he had such pretty eyes, the way they changed color depending on the day, how they always sparkled when he talked about things he was passionate about. You could stare into them all the time if you could.
“Fox,” he said softly. “My name is Fox.”
You nodded. “Fox Mulder. Well, it certainly isn’t boring.”
He chuckled. “Believe me, I wish I had a boring name. It’s better than ‘Spooky’ though, so I’ll take it.”
You wandered around to his side of the desk and put a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s a lovely name. Thank you for telling me.”
Fox gazed up at you with those sultry eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks threatened to turn pink. For a moment you thought you were going to do something you’d regret, something that would ruin your relationship, and you thought you saw the same thought flash across his face too, just for an instant. But, just like that it was gone. He went back to his book and you began organizing paperwork, but a glimmer of hope beamed through your mind. Perhaps, one day you could do something about it.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐞
𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Mulder arrests Alex Krycek, he sets the stage for a dangerous reprise. Y/N is now in the line of fire, and Mulder's enemies are determined to hurt her if it means breaking his morale. He must make a choice: let her go, or condemn her. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
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Agent Mulder arched his back against the Interrogation room's rigid steel seating. His body ached with tension. He breathed in time with the steady ticking of the clock, and ignored the dullness of the swinging lights above. He fixated his attention onto the detainee seated across the table, determined to hear the truth.
Alex Krycek stared back just as intently.
"I'm not sure why you're smiling, pal," Mulder said, finally. He loosened his tie before skimming over a folder of printed documents. "Murder... conspiracy... treason... domestic terrorism... You've been caught on every front. You can count out a miraculous escape this time."
Sickly shadows ghosted across the room's cracked walls. Krycek grinned, his eyes darkened from the shade. "You think you've got me trapped? Sorry to rock you off your pedestal, space boy, but I won't be sticking around."
"You're not going to hurt anyone else," Mulder pressed. "I've nailed you."
Krycek leaned back in his seat and jangled his chained wrists. "This won't last," he scoffed. "You're a smart man, Agent Mulder, so use your brain. We both know that I have connections." He leaned forwards until Mulder could feel the whisper of his breath when he spoke. "You threw off my mission. My employer won't be pleased. There will be consequences to your derailment of his progress."
"You're talking about Black Lungs, aren't you?" Mulder grinned. "I hate to break it to you, but throwing off his dirty schemes is my job."
"And breaking your morale is his."
Krycek licked his lips in dark satisfaction. His handcuffs chimed merrily as he leaned forwards and lowered his voice. "By arresting me, you've slowed down the old man's plans," he whispered. "Now it's time to pay the price."
Mulder's jaw clenched at the subtle threat. "What are you saying?" He asked carefully.
"Your heart, Mulder. He's going after your heart." Krycek pulled back and winked. "Y/N is in the line of fire now."
Mulder's eyes dropped down to the table. His fists clenched until nails pierced skin. The air seemed denser than it had a moment ago. The clock kept ticking, but his breathing strayed from its rhythm.
Without warning, Mulder lunged forwards and gripped the collar of Krycek's tattered coat. "Nobody touches her!" He shouted. "Do you hear me? Nobody lays a hand on Y/N!" He tightened his grip until he heard the tear of stitches.
"You did this to her, Agent Mulder! Nobody asked you to be the hero!"
Mulder's grip faltered as the echo of Krycek's words set in. His own ambitions had ultimately jeopardized Y/N's wellbeing. He pulled back roughly and stood up. He felt shaky on his feet, but held his ground. He studied Krycek's indifference, looking for any sign of deceit in his cold eyes. He searched for a reason to believe that Y/N would be okay, but found none.
From his periphery, Mulder noticed another agent and a guard rush through the door. He shoved past them, but before departing, he spoke crisply. "If anything happens to her, I swear that not even the iron clad bars around your prison cell will keep me from getting to you, Krycek. I won't let you hurt her."
Krycek spared a glance behind his shoulder. "Then I guess you'd better run, Agent."
***
Y/N lounged on the sofa of apartment 42, listening to the static of the radio. Fox was due home hours ago, but it was past midnight and there was still no sign of him.
She began to drift off, lulled by the late night quiet. She had nearly fallen asleep when the front door creaked open.
"Fox?"
He didn't reply. Y/N watched as he stepped towards her and knelt down.
She studied the shadows beneath his eyes. Even through the darkness, she could see that something was wrong. "Are you alright?"
Mulder pressed his lips together. His brows furrowed in contemplation as he focused on his next move.
"I need you to listen to me," he said, finally. "I know that you deserve an explanation, but I don't have time for it right now." He leaned forwards, close enough that Y/N could feel the warmth of his breath. "You need to pack up a change of clothes, and you need to leave. Now."
Y/N's eyes darted across his terse features. He seemed disheveled. There was an urgency to his tone that she didn't recognize. What worried her most was the fear in his eyes.
"Fox? I don't understand what you're telling me." She reached for his hand, but he jerked back.
"We're running out of time! The longer we wait here, the greater their chance of finding you. Can't you understand that?" Mulder stood up and flicked on the lights. He began collecting Y/N's things, desperate to send her away.
"Who's going to find me?" she asked, frightened. "What's going on? What aren't you telling me?"
He said nothing.
Y/N watched as he crudely packed up, fetching what he could find. He moved quickly, his actions mirroring his urgency.
"Fox?"
He ignored her questions, and concentrated on his duffle bag instead. He tried to be meticulous, if only to push away the dark reality that was creeping in too close.
Y/N finally snapped. She rushed towards him and gripped at his sleeve. "Mulder, just tell me the truth!"
He paused.
"The truth?" His eyes burned at the effort of his control. He dropped the duffle bag. "I don't even know what that is anymore. I don't know where the truth begins or ends. All I know is that somewhere along my search for it, I fell down the rabbit hole, and now, the price for my mania is your life."
He gripped Y/N's shoulders. The blue of his eyes gleamed through unspent tears as he struggled through his next breath. "I've killed you, Y/N. That's my truth."
Y/N dizzied at his words. She always knew that Mulder's place in the X-Files carried with it threats of danger, but she never expected to be caught in the middle of it. Nevertheless, she refused to blame him for their predicament. Their relationship had always been a risk, but it was one that they took together.
She pressed a hand against his chest. "Don't think for a second that this is your fault," she said. "I chose to be a part of your life. Whatever's happening, we'll get through it."
She laid a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "We're okay," she whispered.
Mulder's jaw clenched. He pulled back and grasped her hands in both of his own. "I love you," he said softly. "And I appreciate your assurances, but this is bigger than you can imagine. I'll be damned before I see you hurt." He rested his forehead against hers and shut his eyes. "You'll be safe once you're far away from me. Please. Just go."
Y/N was almost convinced by the desperation of his tone. She focused on the feel of his fingers laced around her own. She could feel his growing anxiety from the slight tremble of his hands. She sighed, cognizant of the truth neither wanted to admit. "Fox," she whispered. "Wherever I go, they'll find me. I think you know that as well as I do. At least if I stay put, we'll have each other. There's really no point in sending me off."
She waited while he mulled over her words. Finally, he sighed and dipped into the crook of her neck. "I was really hoping you wouldn't have a clever argument to counter mine," he mumbled. "I figured flight would beat fight in this instance. Leave it to you to dismantle the pristine logic in my plan."
Y/N could hear a faint smile sounding over the pain in his voice. "It was a stupid plan," she teased.
"That's still to be decided."
Mulder shifted until he caught Y/N's gaze. He placed his hands on either side of her face and slid his fingers delicately over her skin. His touch was warm, his hold firm.
"We'll get through this," he said softly. His words weren't so much a declaration as they were a question; an appeal for a bit of hope in their crisis.
Y/N leaned into his touch. "The two of us," she nodded. "I know it."
Mulder smiled.
He turned back on his heel with a new sense of calm. "It's not like we have an alternative," he said firmly. Y/N watched as he stepped over to the desk and fetched a roll of masking tape from the drawer. He ripped out two strips and joined them to stick an '𝐗' against the window.
Mulder perched on the corner of his bureau and assessed his handiwork. "We'll get by," he affirmed. "They won't get the better of us. Whatever they might think, we won't step down."
Y/N joined Mulder by the window and wrapped her arms around him. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," she breathed.
The pair stayed silent as they looked out at the night sky. All was quiet for now, but they knew that in time, there would be a steep price to pay for peering beyond the smoke screen. In that moment however, it didn't matter.
Not when they had each other.
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Fucking Nightmare | Fox Mulder x gn!reader
Anonymous asked: “Stop taking pictures of me, you’ll run out of film” With Fox Mulder ?
summary: Fox gets a camera for work purposes, but uses it for exactly the opposite.
tws: swearing, smoking
word count: 512
Your boyfriend was a fucking nightmare at the best of times, and you knew that that was one of the things you loved about him so much, his ability to be a pain in your ass even when he wasn’t around, but now that he had been given a brand new camera as part of his work equipment, he was even worse; it started with a few snaps here and there, just stupid ones to make sure that it was actually working and to check the quality was good - but he wouldn’t stop.
Fox wouldn’t stop taking pictures of you, and although you had to admit that you were kind of happy that he was so loving that he was taking pictures, it worried you that he was going to use up all the film taking pictures of you as opposed to using it for work; even though it was cute how he would look at the pictures and would talk about which ones he wanted to frame, making you roll your eyes when he said he wanted to frame the one of you and him cuddling on the sofa after a long and gruelling day. That didn’t distract from the fact that he was still a fucking nightmare, though.
“Fox, stop!” You laughed when you heard the click of the camera, just as you were about to remove the cigarette from your mouth. “Stop taking pictures of me, you’ll run out of film and Skinner’ll be pissed!”
“He’ll forgive me,” Fox shrugged, taking another picture of you. “Anyway, how am I meant to help it when you look so good all the time?”
You rolled your eyes, doing your best not to smile as you tried to glare at him, although that didn’t really work, as he looked too cute to be able to glare at. “Fuck’s sake… you just don’t stop, do you?”
He shrugged again, pursing his lips for a second as he let out a quiet hum. “Not really, no.”
You let out a scoff, although it was more like another laugh as you looked away from him. “Maybe you should let me actually prepare to get my picture taken?”
“I’d rather not,” he started, “when you’re not looking, it’s so much more natural.”
“Oh, for…” you hung your head, biting back a loud laugh and only allowing it to escape through a quiet titter. “You’re a fucking nightmare, Fox Mulder.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he mused. “But you love me for it.”
“Against my better judgement,” you admitted, sparing a look at him, unable to keep the smile from your face. “Yeah, I do.”
Putting the camera down at last, he came to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned into your side and allowed his temple to rest against your bicep, his soft brown hair tickling your skin. “I love you, too… even if I do piss you off.”
“You don’t piss me off,” you admitted, combing a hand through his hair. “You’re just a fucking nightmare… which is why I love you.”
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sick and twisted- fox mulder x female reader (smutsmutsmutsmut)
in a sudden bout of sickness, you are staying with fox, who is yearning to take care of you (...in more ways than one.)
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hope you enjoy this incredibly horny thing... wrote this as i worked through raging period hormones <333 (sometimes i still get a little nervous to post these but yknow what. if im thinking it someone else is too probably. so yolo)
my ao3 | word count: 2,906
content tags: soft dom fox mulder, fox mulder the top of every girl's dreams, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, sickfic, sick reader, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering & sex, plus size reader if you squint, past fox was a little plus size if you ALSO SQUINT!!!!, idiots in love, pet names, smut, pain relief, talking you through it bc he's a nice boy, cross-posted on ao3
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it was twisted, the way fox was turned on by you being sick. it checked every fantasy in his head off the list and you didn't even know.
by the time you got off work last night, you felt the brain fog rolling in, and you came straight to fox’s place instead of your own- and he was more than happy to oblige you. he wanted to set you up in his bed, but you refused, so he made you a little home on his couch, fixed with his good pillows and the blanket you designated as your own months ago. the man had been itching to come home all day. his brain was so out of the loop, in fact, that he handed dana a case report only half completed, with sentences stopping midway through. his partner had to force him out of the office just so he didn’t screw anything else up, but he couldn’t care less, because he was on his way home to his girl. he even went to the store to get you ginger ale and animal crackers, because he knows that’s your favorite remedy. and god, if you weren't everything he’d been dreaming of since he left you last.
you were splayed out on his couch beneath a blanket, coughing up a storm. your nose was red and irritated from blowing it into so many tissues, lips swollen from all the chapstick and chewing; a glassy, sleepy look glazed over your eyes, and your skin paled everywhere but your cheeks, which were flushed in a pretty little smear across your face. you were in his old academy t-shirt, which left room to breathe- he was a bit bigger back then, lucky for you- and a little pair of boxers that were hiked up your thighs from sitting in them all day. you were the vision he couldn’t have conjured even if he tried. he wished that they could make a calendar of just you, looking like this, for every month until he died. but above all, your voice was the part that truly drove him up the wall. you didn’t think of the raspiness as much more than grating, but to him? gruff, weak, gentle, needy, undeniably brutally irrefutably hot- he had a thesaurus written just to put it to words. every word that fell from your lethargic lips was like music to his ears; he could listen to your stuffy breathing forever.
fox had been taking care of you, despite your protests to leave you be. you didn't want to get him sick, but he didn't care. he insisted on keeping you company and doing mindless work at his living room desk until you felt like getting back into the world. that was another thing. seeing you helpless and dependent on him, needing him to feel better… he loved that. he loved spoiling you, feeding you, treating you like a princess. that's what you were to him. there was so much in his life that was out of his control, that he couldn’t protect, but you were the one constant thing he could keep safe. the one thing he could selfishly keep. there was no chance he was going to give that up so easily, not when you were catering to his urges so wonderfully.
it was getting late, but you'd slept all day, so the exhaustion behind your eyes was keeping you awake. overtired and restless, your head was throbbing, and you couldn't get comfortable. the man heard rustling from the couch and turned in his desk chair, a serene smile on his face. he noticed you shifting awkwardly and came to the rescue.
"what is it, baby?"
you ceased trying to rearrange the contents of the couch and let yourself flop against the pillows, huffing in aggravation. "ugh, nothing. just can't get comfy."
"let me help you," fox urged. he rose from his chair and stalked over, kneeling dutifully at the couch's edge to help you adjust the pillows behind your head and beneath your legs. "better?"
"mhm. thank you."
"of course. how’re you feeling?"
"not good," you pouted, voice thick with strain, "my head is killing me, and my stomach is aching. and my nose and throat, too… i took some medicine not too long ago, but it’s taking forever to kick in… ugh. you know i hate being sick."
that childish pout had his stomach churning. he knew this wasn't about him, and you needed rest, but he also couldn't ignore how enticing you looked, all innocent and sleepy on his couch. how you trailed off between thoughts, working through the sick haze in your head. he leaned over a bit to rest his hands on your lower abdomen, pressing the heels of his palms against your belly softly. you hummed at the touch, and he had to force his eyes not to roll back.
"what can i do to make you feel better?"
"can..." you trailed off. "maybe you could cuddle me?"
"i'd love to."
the man climbed onto the couch without a thought, allowing his body to mold to how yours curved. you felt his strong chest rising and falling against your back, the constancy soothing as he draped his arm over your side, letting his rough hands drift slowly back down to your tummy. fox pressed a few lazy kisses behind your ears, causing the hair on your arms to stand up stiff. his lips were always warm, but with your skin burning up as it was, they felt frigid.
"too cold?"
"mm-mm," you hummed. maybe they were, but you weren’t going to jeopardize him stopping.
fox was starting to disregard his better judgment as he tucked himself into you, feeling the feverish heat of your back. he was more attuned to the motions you made than his thoughts. the way your hands, so soft, just a touch smaller than his own, laid safely atop his wrists; how when he rubbed slow circles against your aching stomach, you made a little noise that was something heavenly, both hum and sigh; how your left foot ran up and down your right leg, feeling the fuzzy fabric of the blanket wedged between. he was so lost in how good it felt to be wanted that it was crossing over into obsession. he wanted every square inch of you to need his attention. he wanted to touch every spot that felt sick and nurse you back to life- to have it engrained in your head that only he could make it feel better, and no one else.
so engrossed in his urges, fox kissed a little more, and what started as innocent turned urgent. he sucked softly behind your ear, nipping relentlessly on that sensitive spot you had. you began to pant, feeling the fever chills leave and a different kind of warmth roll over you. you pushed your hips into his hands, trying not to squirm and failing miserably.
"oh, god," you covered your face with your hands. “fox…”
fox’s low laugh rumbled against your shoulder blades. the man relished in your inability to resist. his fingers began to travel down to your boxers, and he tucked his hand right below the waistband. he put pressure right against your heat and you buried your face as best as possible into the couch cushion, letting out a helpless whine.
"feels good, right, baby?"
"a-ah," you hiccuped.
"m'just gonna touch it, that's all,”
"but-"
"i can make you feel so much better," he kissed your ear, "make all those aches go away so fast, baby. can i?”
"please," you whispered.
he reached down and dragged his fingers along the fabric separating him from what he wanted, feeling the wetness beneath. his touch was feather-light, and as he gently wriggled his fingers beneath the cotton, you squeezed your eyes shut and scratched softly at the knuckles of his hand still on your waist. you were struggling to do anything other than lie there, but he didn’t need a thing from you anyway. eagerly, you felt his steady fingers brush against your entrance, and his lips parted hungrily at how slick you were.
"god, you're so easy, aren’t you?"
fox dipped two fingers inside you, testing the waters. when your hips rocked back into his, he couldn’t bite back the greedy smile that overtook his face. impatient, he pushed them deeper, feeling the familiar pressure of you squeezing around his hand. you licked your chapped lips, feeling a knot tying itself in your tummy where he worked his fingers inside you. he’d been away a lot recently, so much so that this was a reminder of just how long his fingers truly were.
"mm, now how’s that, sweetheart?"
"it’s… good," you drawled.
"you like it when i touch you like this, don't you? y’like how my fingers feel?"
you turned your head to look down at where his wrist disappeared beneath your boxers, and you keeled back against the pillow, meeting his broad shoulder. you shuddered in pleasure, and he craned his neck over to lock you in a kiss, feeling possessive like never before. he tasted the minty vicks above your lip and moaned right into your mouth.
"my poor, sick girl… just need me, don't you, baby? oh, you just want me to make it feel better, i know."
you practically melted into the couch as he buried his fingers between your hips. skillfully, he maneuvered you onto your back and crawled up and over so you could lay flat; he anchored his arm right over your head so he could stare down and watch the bliss reach your rosy face, all the while never taking his hand away. once you started breathing heavily and clenching around his fingers, he pulled them out, dragging his slick fingertips across your stomach, leaving shiny streaks behind. when you groaned at the loss, he clicked his tongue.
"no whining, angel. i'm not done. i'm gonna take good care of you."
you watched through spinning vision as he pushed down the couch, crawling low until he could lean over your hips. then, with his big palms stationed between your thighs, he spread you wide, ogling your plush pink folds.
"you're so pretty, baby. my pretty girl."
he pressed a few kisses on the mound just above where you ached, sending shocks up to the tips of your hair. then, he dipped his tongue right inside. he was too needy to start with kitten licks, so instead he swirled around, curling his tongue like a hook, big button nose rubbing against your clit as he breathed you like air. you were officially somewhere new, somewhere out of your own mind; his tongue was so long it could've been one of his god-given fingers, so warm inside you, so deep you couldn't see straight.
"mmm- god- i love you.”
your toes curled as he moaned all kinds of sweet nothings into you, feeling the soundwaves rolling against your walls. just when his tongue had you going, he moved up to your clit and began sucking so hard you started seeing stars. you clamped your thighs around his head and felt his strong, rough hands grip the chub on them hard, fingertips digging enough to leave moon-shaped bruises. you tugged on his hair, unable to do anything but feel him against you and try not to slip away. but there was no stopping the way you floated in limbo, surrounded by the way he made you feel.
"fuck, baby, look at you," he growled between your hips. "c’mon. let me hear that scratchy little voice of yours."
"oh my god," you moaned, "oh, y-you... i... fox,"
"fuck, that's it. is it good, love, am i good?"
"you're so good! so…s-so good…fuck!" you fought not to trail off, but thinking was hard enough as it is.
“that’s my job, sweetheart.”
he kept himself there, getting off on the way you bucked your hips against his jaw. it didn’t take much longer for the burning in your stomach to grow unbearable, and through trembling little spasms confined by his stronghold on your waist, you unraveled right on his tongue. he came up for air with milky lips after working it out of you for a minute, pressing wet kisses all up your stomach and chest. you felt so dirty as you smiled down at the sheen trail of cum prints in the shape of his pretty lips.
“good girl. did that help?"
"mhm," you heaved, head spinning. “need…”
"what? what is it?"
"i- oh..."
"use your words, princess. words."
"c-can you- you..."
he knew what you wanted. he saw it in the pathetic way you glanced from your hips to his, too worked up to get it out. he chuckled in a way that sent chills up your legs and said, "awh, baby. you want me to fuck you now?"
you bit your lip and bucked your hips in the air. he lodged his leg between your thigh with a smirk and you pressed yourself against it, grinding on the worn fabric of his sweatpants. he felt a wet patch soaking through to his skin, and he twitched in anticipation. you batted your eyelashes and let out a raspy little noise, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt while you moved. and when a sniffle interrupted your humming, it drove him right over the edge.
"fuck. you’re so cute, you little tease.”
he shimmied his sweatpants down in an instant and wasted no time, groaning gutterally as he pushed in and bottomed out. you were hot around him, pulsing like a steady heartbeat.
"fuck, baby. never gets old,” he swooned, pressing a gentle kiss to your chin.
he began to thrust in and out, hips rolling religiously into the curve of your legs. you clung to his shoulders and tugged him down so he was stuck against your neck, breath hot. he began to fuck you faster, pressing starving kisses to your collarbone, and you arched your back, gasping for a solid breath.
"oh my god!"
"god, you’re so tight," he growled, “been saving it all up for me, huh? missed me bad, i can tell,”
"mm… fox!”
"you like it when i fuck you like this? right on the couch, where anybody could see in that window? say it, baby,”
"i love it," you croaked, gathering the little tufts of overgrown hair at the nape of fox’s neck and tugging them in a last-ditch effort to ground yourself. he tipped his head back into your touch and whined, and you gave a dizzy, darling smile.
"god, i love you. i love you, i love you, i fucking love you," he praised, timing every confession with a thrust of his hips.
all you could manage was a distracted, "m-me... too... ah!"
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he uprighted himself and yanked you by the love handles, dragging you down the couch like a doll. he clawed at your hips, leaving red marks he’d have to soothe later. fox snapped harder and harder, losing control but not caring at all; you let him take you in his hands, surrendering until you couldn't take anymore, and suddenly the knot in your stomach burst. you shivered and writhed all around, whispering his name like a strangled prayer as your hands searched for something to squeeze. he leaned down so you could grab his biceps, and you scratched at them like a cat, a string of lewd things falling from your tired mouth. he came undone as you clenched around him, and his warmth in your tummy was so thick you felt like you could feel it in your throat.
"so good, baby, jesus christ," fox wheezed. "you sound so pretty when you’re sick. can’t help myself."
you were nearly unresponsive. your head had never spun the way it did now, and your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, along with your throat. you couldn't form any words, all you could do was claw at his arms and tremble, face stuck in a permanent state of bliss.
"feeling any better?" fox pressed little kisses to your chin and neck and eyes, and he traced shapes on your stomach to wake you up. "come on, princess, open your eyes. come back to me.” when you smiled and sighed, letting out an embarrassed giggle, he cooed, "there she is, my pretty girl."
"mhm."
"still feel bad?"
you shook your head sweetly, eyes drooping. "nuh-uh."
his heart swelled and he just wanted to eat you alive, so he did the next best thing. he leaned down and kissed your swollen lips with a softness he abandoned just minutes ago, swiping his tongue against your lips and all over your face. he kissed you with all the maneuvers of love he could muster, and you hummed against his mouth, pulling on his hair to hear those pretty little sounds again.
"you’ve got me so whipped, sweetheart," he purred between kisses, "just wanna take care of you."
"you're so good at it," you blushed.
"i do what i can."
he kissed and kissed and kissed you into the couch, and all that kissing got heated, and one thing led to another because the two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves. and the next day, he woke up as sick as you. who saw that coming?
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This is the first story I've written on here! The next one will probably be Indiana Jones, I hope you Enjoy! :) Word Count: 2.2k
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Fox Mulder x Female Reader Smut
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'This has to be the dumbest show you've ever watched' you thought to yourself as you were sitting on the couch in Mulder's apartment wearing your pyjama.
It was a Saturday evening and Fox unfortunately had to work all day so you decided to just stay in tonight and watch TV. You were eating some ice cream you found in his freezer to pass the time.
Suddenly you heard his keys enter the keyhole, you looked at your watch, 00:30AM. Fox opened the door to his apartment and walked in, he saw you sitting on the couch and welcomed you with a sweet smile.
"Hey you," he said as he put his briefcase on the table "I thought you'd be in bed."
"I thought I'd wait up for you." You said as you sat to face his direction. "You're late."
"I know." He said as he walked over to you, kicking off his shoes, taking off his jacket and untying his tie. "Officially I'm not even done yet but I really wanted to come home, knowing you'd be here."
He softly pecked your lips before he sat down next you, his legs slightly spread. He took off his tie completely and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his light blue blouse. You could see that he was exhausted, but he looked so good just sitting there.
"Hey isn't that my ice cream?" He said as he looked at the now empty container sitting on the coffee table.
"It was." You jokingly said as you moved closer to him. "I got bored waiting for you, I had to do something."
You moved to sit directly next to him, he looked down at you with a sweet smile before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.
“How was work?" You asked him while reaching over for the TV remote to turn down the volume.
"Way too hectic." He let out with a sigh, you noticed that he didn't really want to talk about it because he slightly closed his eyes in frustration. "Although I have to admit, maybe it was so hectic because I couldn't focus," He said as he looked you in the eyes. "Knowing you'd be here waiting for me."
His voice turned soft and gentle, you softly bit your bottom lip as you looked back at him. His beautiful eyes staring into yours before they moved down to your lips. His eyes scanned your face as his lips were slightly parted.
"Oh really?" You softly said as you placed your hand on his thigh, inching a bit closer.
"Mhm." He hummed as he moved a strand of hair out of your face, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as he felt your hand on the fabric of his trousers. "Just the thought of that beautiful face was enough to keep me from my work, I had other, more important things on my mind."
"Oh yeah," You said as you moved your face a bit closer to his. "Like what?" You teasingly asked.
"Oh come on y/n, you know exactly what I was thinking off. Just look at you, how could I not imagine myself fucking you senseless all day." He said as his head moved towards your neck, his lips leaving small and soft kisses.
You moved your head back a little as you hummed in satisfaction. Just the smell of his cologne was enough to make you weak.
"Why don't you show me what you were thinking off." You softly said as you had closed your eyes to feel every kiss that he put on your neck.
His kisses moved up your neck and towards your jaw line, he left a trail of soft gentle kisses as he put his right hand gently on the back of your neck. He put his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, his lips were awfully close to yours.
"I was waiting for you to say that." He said with a teasing smile on his lips before he pressed them against yours.
His left hand moved towards your lower back as he pulled you closer, leaving no space between the two of you as you put your hand on his chest. You slowly moved your hand up to cup his cheek as you kissed him harder, allowing his tongue to enter to your mouth.
He softly pushed you down onto the couch as he sat in between your legs, not breaking the kiss. His hands left your body as he went to unbutton his blouse completely and throw it to the side, revealing his toned chest.
Without any hesitation you pulled your top over your head and also threw it to the side. Looking up at him with a naughty smile on your face.
He bend down and kissed your neck again, his hands roaming around your body before they made their way to your back. He kept kissing your collarbone as he undid your bra. He slowly trailed his kisses down your chest onto your stomach.
He slid both of the bra straps off of your shoulder before he completely removed it, putting it to the side. He kept trailing his kisses down your stomach and down your belly button till he reached your pyjama pants.
He looked up at you as he firmly gripped your waist with his hands. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he left those soft kisses. In a reflex you spread your legs a bit further making him chuckle into your skin.
He pressed his two fingers against the fabric of your pyjama pants teasing your wet core. A small sigh left your lips as your head fell back slightly.
"What do you want me to do?" Fox teasingly said as he pressed a bit harder, looking up at you and taking in your reaction.
"Oh come on agent Mulder, you know exactly what I want you to do." You said as you looked back into his eyes, seeing the teasing smile play on his lips. He was enjoying every second of it.
His hands slid down your waist and he pulled down your pants immediately taking your underwear with it as well, leaving you completely naked on the couch.
He threw your clothes to the side before he took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your chest rising a bit faster than usually due to your excitement, your legs already slightly spread for him, your hair looked a bit messy and your lips were a bit swollen from the kissing. He loved seeing you like this, it was all he could ever think of.
He placed his big hands on your knees before trailing them down your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and rested your head back on the armrest, as you felt his hot breath against your skin.
His hands spread open your legs a bit more before he left an open mouthed kiss where you so desperately wanted him to. Your back slightly arched at the sudden feeling. You could feel him smile against your bare skin.
His tongue felt amazing inside you as he continued with his tongue, your hand moved down towards his head as you grabbed a hand full of his hair, softly tugging at it. A small groan left his mouth and vibrated against you as small moans left your now parted mouth.
His hands roamed around your body before he settled one hand on your lower back, moving it down and cupping your ass while softly squeezing it. His other hand held your hip in place as you felt his nails dig slightly into your soft skin.
You lifted up one of your legs, your foot tracing his clothed inner thigh. You felt his movements change as you did it, teasing him by inching closer every time you moved your foot.
"I know what you're doing." He groaned against the skin of your thigh as he kissed his way up to your knee.
He was sitting on his knees on the couch inbetween your legs as he grabbed your waist with two hands and pulled you against him, your hot core against the painfully large bulge in his trousers.
You gasped as you felt him against you, you immediately put both of your hands behind his neck and pulled him down so his lips could meet yours. Your tongue fighting his as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer against you.
You buried one of your hands into his beautiful hair while the other one moved down his muscled back, slightly digging your nails into his skin.
You decided to move both of your hands across his toned chest and make your way down his stomach towards his belt. You slowly started to grind against him as you started to unbuckle his trousers.
He chuckled into the kiss before he broke free, "You really can't wait, can you y/n?" He said in a lower voice than usual.
"Fucking hell Mulder can you blame me?" You said as you looked up at him, getting rid of his belt. "Look at you, just feeling how hard I made you could be enough to get me off."
"Oh yeah?" He said with a smirk on his face as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. "You're the only one that could ever make me this hard y/n, you drive me absolutely insane."
At this point his voice and looks alone would be enough to make your night, it was deeper than usual and had a slight grasp. His eyes were focused on yours, his toned chest had little drops of sweat on them, his hair was messy from your hand, his lips were plumped and slightly parted as he breathed out.
"Fuck me Mulder." You sighed as you looked at him, you couldn't help yourself anymore but luckily for you you didn't have to.
He put one of his hands next to your head to support himself, with the other hand he pumped himself before lining up with your entrance.
He put his forehead against yours as he looked into your eyes, watching your mouth fall open as he slowly pushed himself in, letting you adjust before he started moving again.
You cupped his face with your hands, not allowing him to move away and take his eyes off of yours. He held your hips in place with his one hand as a smile played his lips, scanning your face.
You moved your hands down and put them on his shoulders, supporting yourself as you dug your nails into his skin. Your head fell back as he pushed further into you, his lips immediately attacking your neck. Softly biting your skin and leaving small hickeys.
You wrapped your legs around his waist even tighter allowing him to fill you up completely. You felt him groan against your skin as small moans left your parted mouth.
His thick hair softly tickled your face as his hand that was holding your hip moved up by your waist towards your chest. He cupped your breast as he picked up his pace, his neck kisses getting sloppier. He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he sped up just a bit more.
His hand massaging your breast as you put one hand in his hair, softly tugging at it as your moans began to fill the room accompanied by his low groans as he felt you clenching around him.
His hand moved past your breast and slowly wrapped around your neck, pressing against the hickeys he previously left. He tightened his grip as his moves started to get sloppier.
He moved his face out of the crook of your neck and placed his forehead back against yours as he looked into your eyes with his slightly parted mouth as he breathed heavily.
"You feel so incredibly." He moaned as his eyes sometimes fell close due to his pleasure. "I can't take it anymore y/n."
Your back started to arch as Fox kept hitting that same spot, you tried to answer him but you couldn't control the sounds coming out of your mouth as you looked at his beautiful face.
You felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as you grinded your hips against his. Your toes curling out of reflects as you grabbed a hand full of his hair, pulling his head back as his mouth fell open and his eyes shut close.
Your body clenched around him as you felt him twitching inside of you, moaning your name as his movements slowed down riding out both of your pleasures.
He rested his face on your chest once you let go off his hair, both out of breath as you softly rubbed his back and the nail marks you accidentally left on his shoulders.
"You have to wait on me more often." Fox joked as he pressed a sloppy kiss against your skin.
"If this is my reward I'll wait for you every single night." You said as you traced little circles on his back.
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THE X FILES | Excelsis Dei (2.11)
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I Can't Wait For You To Knock Me Up (Fox Mulder x female reader)
Blurb: In which Mulder discovers he has a breeding kink, all because you asked him to massage your stomach.
Warnings: smut, breeding kink.
A/N: not my finest work but certainly one of my horniest. I'm so ill about Mulder rn, he is rotting my brain. yes, the title is MSI lyrics. I may be cringe but at least I am free.
You tossed over onto your side yet again, hoping that switching position yet again would relieve your pain. Even after taking a painkiller before getting into bed, you still felt the pain radiating from your lower belly all the way through to your back, making it feel like you'd pulled a muscle. It almost felt like something was inside your womb, clawing around, tearing at your sensitive walls.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter? You've been turning over and over for an hour now." Mulder's voice was gruff and slightly hoarse from waking suddenly. You felt his breath against your neck.
"Sorry I woke you." You mumbled, hoping he didn't enquire further about why you were tossing and turning. It was too early in the relationship, you felt, for you to be open about basic bodily functions. As much as you knew Mulder would probably be understanding and mature about it, you couldn't be absolutely sure. Other men you'd dated had recoiled when you mentioned the fact you were on your period, or had pretty much kept their hands off you until you'd finished your monthly bleed.
"Can't be nothing if you're still awake at this time." Mulder rubbed your arm, obviously more awake than you thought he was. Nothing was getting past him, even at 3:34 AM.
Chewing the inside of your cheek, you worked up the courage to tell him.
"It's my period. I've got really bad cramps." You said, feeling like a pre-teen asking for a pad for the first time: totally embarrassed about your body doing what it was supposed to do.
There was a sigh from behind you and then a short chuckle.
"I guessed it might have been, but I didn't want to just ask you in case it seemed rude."
It was your turn to sigh, this time in relief. You shifted yourself to press back against Mulder.
"Can I do anything to make it hurt less?" He asked, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.
"Could you...could you rub my stomach? That always seems to help."
The warmth of Mulder's hand settled on your lower stomach, right above where your womb was ragging war on itself. He pushed the hem of your vest up and spread his palm across your womb, before starting to rub circles over your skin, applying just enough pressure to reach the cramping muscles.
"Is that good?"
You gave a contented 'mm-hmm' as you felt the pain ease with each circle of his hand. Mulder took that as a yes.
Mulder kept on massaging your stomach, waiting until he was certain you had dropped off to sleep before he dared stop. He listened to your breathing slow and felt your body relax, all the tension leaking out of it. You were totally at peace. He, however, was not.
He was achingly hard, the stiff length of his erection pressed against the small of your back, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead. It took all his willpower to not rut against you to relieve some of the tension.
The cause of Mulder’s throbbing predicament was the thought of his seed filling up your womb, making it swell with his child, seeing your body soften and become even more irresistible to touch and play with. As he rubbed your stomach, he imagined it bulging out more than it was, feeling his child's tiny kicks and squirms underneath. He thought about how everyone would then know that you and him were together, that you were his girl and his girl alone. No more having to grin and bear other agents trying to chat you up. They'd know, and they'd keep away.
The idea of getting you pregnant had never really crossed Mulder's mind, not even when he dutifully rolled a condom onto his length every time you two managed to have sex amid your busy schedules. He'd always use protection out of habit and because it was the right thing to do, as he didn't want to burden you with a child you didn't want. But now, as he felt precum collect on his crown and smear over your back, the desire to knock you up grew so strong he knew he had to see if you would let him pursue his fantasy. The idea of you begging him to fill you up, to put a baby in you, made him leave the warmth and comfort of the bed to pump his cock in the bathroom until he came over the same palm that had comforted your aching womb.
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"F-Fox - ah, slow down! - what's gotten into you?” You managed between the desperate, open-mouth kisses Mulder was giving you as he practically tore your blouse off and started attacking your skirt. Yanking your skirt off, he tore your tights and panties down in one swift motion, leaving you hobbling awkwardly as you tried to free yourself from the tights stuck at your feet.
"Mm, I just need you right now. Sick of looking at you all day and not being able to touch you properly." Mulder slurred out, as if he were intoxicated merely by kissing you. He steered you into your room, pushing you down on the bed and taking the chance to finally remove some of his own clothes, leaving his tie and his shirt on but open and loose.
"I-I moved the condoms into the drawer, second one down." You mumbled as Mulder pressed your knees up to your chest, settling himself between your thighs. His tip was red and impatient, dribbling precum down his shaft. You'd never seen Mulder get this worked up about fucking you. He was normally all about taking things slow, drawing out the process of burying his length in you and working the pair of you to climax.
"Can I please go without? I wanna feel you properly. Fill you up." Mulder said as he leaned over you, his face flushed and hair already a mess.
You had to think for a minute about the fact that Mulder, who normally put a condom on unprompted, was asking if he could enter you entirely unprotected.
"You trying to knock me up, Agent Mulder?" You teased, sliding yourself down the bed ever so slightly so his tip caught on your slit.
"M-maybe." If his face could have gotten any redder, it would have at that point. "Can I?"
Grabbing his tie, you pulled him down for a kiss.
"Go ahead. I want you to fill me."
***
Every overexcited thrust Mulder gave made your thighs strain, your legs propped over his shoulders. He was ploughing into you relentlessly, dragging his shaft in and out of your gummy walls, hitting up against your cervix. His thighs and hips collided with your ass, filling the room with loud slaps that you knew your neighbours would hear. He was mumbling praises and curses, telling you over and over how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to see you pregnant. You couldn't do much else but moan as he fucked you harder than he ever had before.
Mulder felt his end coming far quicker than he wanted, but he was in no position to slow his pace down to delay his climax. His balls tightened as his seed spurted out his slit in thick arcs, filling up your womb and then your cunt. You gave a soft moan as the heat spread throughout your insides, your body happily accepting your lover's offering. You felt some spend dribble out from your entrance despite his cock still plugging it up. Groaning, he withdrew, watching as his cum dripped out of your full and puffy lips. He flopped onto the bed next to you.
You rolled over to look at a very exhausted yet content Mulder. He was smiling at the ceiling with his eyes closed, panting.
"It'll probably take more than one time to get me pregnant. You know that, right?"
Mulder opened his eyes and turned his head to face you, still smiling.
"I know that." He reached a hand down to rub circles on your lower stomach again. "We'll just have to keep trying until we succeed."
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🛸 scene i finished of the totally platonic fbi partners who totally wouldn’t cross the universe for one another i mean there’s nothing in the bureau policy against that right????
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Deep In The Forest - Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Title: Deep In The Woods
Fox Mulder X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Scully, Skinner (Mentioned), Mr. and Mrs. Winston (OC) (Mentioned), Frank (OC) (Mentioned), and Reader's parents (Mentioned)
WC: 1,678
Warnings: Hunting mentioned, death mentioned, early-onset Alzheimer's mentioned, medicine mentioned, love at first sight?, slight flirting, slight angst, and fluff
Mulder leaned back in his chair, his feet kicked up on the desk before him as he fidgeted with a pen, when Scully entered the basement, pushing past the door with a file in her hand. Mulder's eyes lit up at the sight and he quickly dropped his feet back to the ground and sat straight. Scully gave him a small smile in greeting before handing him the file. Mulder flipped through the file, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he read it over.
'Bigfoot sighting in Washington State on Saturday 19th, 1979. The hunter, Mr. Fabian Winston, reported he saw a large furry animal that stood around seven to eight feet tall. His sighting lasted ten minutes and the creature disappeared just moments later. In other news, a young teen was found wandering the woods near where the Bigfoot had been sighted. Could these two instances be related?'
Interesting, Mulder thought, rubbing his face with a hand. He pursed his lips, flipping through some other documents and even a few photos before looking up at Scully, silently asking for her opinion. "I think it's a hoax." She answered, crossing her arms, "The hunter most likely saw a bear, and the girl probably just got lost in the woods."
Mulder pointed to the file, "Not a hoax. We're going."
Scully sighed, "I really think this one was just a bear, Mulder."
Mulder shut the file, shaking his head before standing, "Do you mind if I take the window seat?"
~~~
After they landed in Washington State and found a hotel, Mulder and Scully went straight to the residence of Mr. Fabian Winston. Pulling up in a black rental car, Mulder clutched the steering wheel as he drove over the bumpy pebble driveway, pulling up to a small house, with white shutters and a small barn beside it; a small cornfield behind the home. Parking, Mulder, and Scully got out, walked up the steps of the home, and knocked three times on the door. After waiting for a moment, an old woman opened the door, her gray hair put up in rollers, looking at Mulder and Scully skeptically.
"May I help you two?" She asked, before eyeing the two agents up and down, "You're not those insurance salesmen…" Her voice trailed off as recognition crossed her features, "…Are you?"
Mulder shook his head, "No, ma'am. I'm Agent Mulder, and this is my partner, Agent Scully. We work for the FBI." He explained and the woman furrowed her eyebrows.
"FBI? This ain't about my son, Frank, is it? I know he's had his run-ins with the law and such, but he's been clean for a couple of years." She asked and Mulder shook his head again, chuckling lightly.
"No, ma'am. We are here on the report your husband made back in the late 70s." At his words, Mrs. Winston sighed deeply, pushing the door open wider, as she frowned.
"My husband, Fabian, has been dead for a couple of years now." She spoke, looking down at the ground.
Scully's eyes widened, "Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry."
She told her quietly and Mrs. Winston nodded slowly. "Yeah, me too. He was a good man. About the report he made... About seeing Bigfoot. My husband has had early-onset Alzheimer's for a long time now. Usually, without his meds, he can see and even hear things." She leaned against the wooden door, her eyes tearing up slightly before she smiled fondly. "He kept telling me that Bigfoot spoke to him telepathically. Absurd, right?" She mused before she glanced at the agents. "I- If you excuse me..." She then shut the door.
Mulder was quick to his feet, making his way to the rental car, he hopped into the passenger seat as Scully got into the driver's seat. As Scully drove down the pebble road, she glanced at Mulder as he stuffed sunflower seeds into his mouth. "Mulder, the man had Alzheimer's." She began, "He couldn't have possibly seen a Sasquatch."
Mulder shook his head, not willing to give up yet, "No, Scully, I think the man saw Bigfoot." He replied, taking another bite out of the seeds as Scully looked over at him. "There are reports of sightings of giant creatures in these areas all the time." He tried to reason, only for Scully to sigh.
"What do you suggest we do then?" She questioned, turning to look out the front window as he chewed on another seed.
"We should talk to that girl who went missing. From the documents, it was noted that she was found not too far away from where Mr. Winston saw Bigfoot." He mumbled, taking out the file from his bag, and flipping it open, "It says here that she has been reported to currently live in Yakima."
Scully sighed, shifting in her seat slightly, "Well, this is going to be a long ride."
~~~
Double-checking the map, Scully pulled up to a medium-sized Victorian home, the lawn trimmed neatly, flowers growing in the flowerbeds. Walking up to the front door, Scully knocked, lifting the doorknocker's handle and tapping it on the wooden door. After a moment of waiting, they heard the patter of feet before the door opened, revealing a woman. Giving the two a smile, you raised an eyebrow. Mulder felt like his heart had stopped. You were beautiful, more so than any human he had ever seen. Mulder never felt this way before, he could hardly form coherent sentences in front of you.
You looked curiously at Mulder, "May I help you two?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip as Mulder gave you a smile.
"Yes, my name is Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Agent Scully." He introduced, earning an odd glance from Scully. "We work for the FBI. Are you miss L/N?"
"Yes." You tilted your head to the side with a worried and confused frown, "FBI? Did I do anything wrong?"
Mulder shook his head, "No, miss, we just have a few questions for you."
Your eyes lit up as you nodded, "Oh! Come on in then. Make yourself at home."
Entering your home, you led them to the living room, "Do you need anything? Water? Juice?" You asked as the two agents sat down on the couch.
"Oh, no, thank you," Scully spoke quickly as Mulder just gave you a kind smile and a shake of his head.
"Alright," You let out a sigh, sitting down on the couch across from them, "You said you had questions, ask away!" You giggled, clasping your hands together in your lap, "I'm an open book."
Mulder nodded, licking his lips before speaking, "Can you tell us what happened on Saturday 19th, 1979?"
Your eyes widened in surprise, "On Saturday the 19th?" You repeated.
Mulder nodded, leaning forward, listening intently, "That's right." He couldn't help but fall into the abyss of your eyes. Your entire soul pulling him in as you bit your lip briefly.
Taking a deep breath, you looked down, picking at a loose thread in the hem of your shirt. "Wow," You sighed out with a nervous smile, looking up at the two agents, "I haven't thought about that day in a long time." They waited for you to continue, so you did, "I was... About fifteen years old, I believe. And you know teens, wanting to get away from the parents that just didn't understand you... Well, I thought I could just walk in the woods nearby." You let out an embarrassed laugh, "Well, I got lost. For a couple of hours. I thought I was going to be lost forever and get cold and die, but..." You paused, shaking your head as you frowned. "Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Mulder gave you a small smile in return, "Try me." He encouraged you softly.
Looking at him with a grateful smile, you couldn't help but stare into his eyes, feeling the pull between the two of you. Taking a deep breath, you continued, "I heard this voice," You closed your eyes as you tried to remember, "But... They weren't speaking out loud like we are now... No, they were speaking in my head." You opened your eyes, staring down at your hands, "Before I knew it, I was in front of Bigfoot. And he helped me get out of the woods."
Sitting upright, Mulder and Scully exchanged a shocked, and yet skeptic, glance before turning their attention back to you. "You met Bigfoot, and he helped you find your way home?" Mulder asked and you sputtered another laugh, waving a hand.
"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy-"
Mulder shook his head, interrupting you, "No, no. I believe you."
You looked up at him with wide eyes, "You do?" You asked in disbelief. You couldn't believe someone else believed you. Not even the police back when you got lost believed you.
Mulder nodded, giving you a gentle grin as Scully cleared her throat, "Were you on any prescription during that time?" She asked curiously, ruining the moment.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "No. No, I wasn't. I wasn't on drugs or anything if that's what you're saying."
"I'm sorry about my partner, she's a skeptic." Mulder chuckled, standing up, "Anyway, thank you for answering our questions, miss L/N." He told you politely before motioning for Scully to follow suit. "Thank you for having us over." He thanked you again, as you quickly got up as well, leading the back to the front door. Wishing that Agent Mulder wasn't done with his questions. You liked his company.
Holding the door open for the two, you gave them a smile, "It's no problem, Agent Mulder. Happy to help with whatever you're doing."
Mulder gave you a grin, "Please, call me Fox," He spoke, before handing you a small business card, "Let me know if you remember any information, miss L/N."
You smirked slightly, finding his charm adorable as you took the card from his hand, your fingers just brushing his, "Please, Fox, call me Y/N."
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