[lotsoforangesoutside]

Memento

msr | post s9 | words: 700

She’s never thought that she will one day get to tell anyone about those things. Things like the little happenings during her pregnancy with William.

Mulder says he wants to know, so she tries, and the memories, oh, how the memories flood her mind like water rushing down a spillway.

And now the memories won’t stop.

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[bertharussellgf]

otpsource’s Valentine’s Day Celebration 2022 ↴ Day 7: Free Choice — Mulder and Scully + Hugs

[phillippadgettwrites]

Familiar

Rated X / 1051 words / Posted on AO3

“Do you think of me as old?”

He thinks of her as a lot of things. Hot, tight, wet. She still gets so wet for him. He thinks of her as brazen, naughty, playful.

She’s so familiar, though she’s changed a bit since he last had her this way. Had her sitting astride his lap with his cock buried inside her, her breasts gently bouncing as she rocks against him. had her fingers digging into his pecs and her hair slung over her shoulder. It’s a bit shorter now, no longer grazing his arm as she leans forward to press her clit against his pelvic bone.

She used to frown herself in the mirror, after she turned forty, gently lifting each of her breasts and trying to measure the degree to which they’d fallen, then turning to the side and assessing the change to the roundness of her ass. He would intervene, offended on her behalf, and fuck her so hard she couldn’t catch her breath. He’d act like a horny teenager, pawing at her over her pants as she cooked dinner, rubbing his erection against her thigh on lazy mornings. He didn’t let her believe that she was no longer desirable. He made sure to let her see every long glance and appreciative leer.

Until he didn’t. Until he got lost, and she couldn't find him. Until he couldn’t see himself, much less her. Until she felt so alone in their home that she left. He has a lot to make up for, and she’s finally giving him a chance.

“Oh, god,” she whimpers, and he realizes how close she is. But he’s not ready to be done.

He stills her hips with his hands and pushes her up, sliding out of her with a wet slurp, and she lets out a little frustrated groan.

“Lay down,” he requests. “Please.”

She does, dropping her legs open and making space for him. He doesn’t enter her again, but kisses her mouth and cheeks, and the soft skin of her neck he watched her smooth lotion over for years. Her freckled chest, puckered nipples, the scar on her belly. So familiar, the way he drags his tongue across her areola in one broad, flat stroke and shudders. So familiar the way she rolls her hips when he darts his tongue into her ear. The tense of her muscles as he kisses his way back down her body makes him smile at the memory of how he used to tease her in their early days.

He used to make her beg, just to hear her say she wanted him. She was so shy then, so uncomfortable expressing her sexual desires. She’d wait and wait and wait for him to make the move, then fall apart when he finally touched her, her mouth quiet while her cunt shouted his name. It took months of his gentle encouragement, of building a new kind of trust between them, until one day she’d cupped his jaw in her palms, brought her mouth to his ear and said “I’ve been thinking about you eating my pussy all day.”

He groans at the first taste of her, salty and slick and something that is just uniquely Scully. He’s recalled it hundreds of times with his cock in his fist and her name on his lips. He runs his tongue along her familiar peaks and valleys, not needing to remember that she loves it when he flicks at the skin just above her asshole, because he never forgot. Two fingers inside, palm up, her clit drawn between his lips, she cradles the back of his head like she’s afraid he’ll try to escape. As though there were anyplace else he’d rather be.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” she whimpers. “You have no idea how often I think about this.”

His cock stiffens further and he brings his tongue into the mix, flick flick flick and she pulls in a sharp breath. He feels a surge of adrenaline, and he wants to taste her while she comes so badly it feels like he might pass out.

She arches and wails, pushing her pelvis against his face as though he could get any closer. She’s loud and unashamed, tugging on his ears and muttering profanities. Her rhythmic grip on his fingers, her clit throbbing under his tongue, is just as incredible now as it was twenty years ago. Some things never change.

“Fuck me, please,” she commands him, reaching down to encourage him to join her at the head of the bed.

So familiar, the feeling of sliding into her tight and dripping wet after she comes, the latent throbs of her orgasm pulsing around him. Her fingernails scratching at his back, her heels digging into his ass. Her little gasps at each sharp thrust, and the soft jolt of her cervix against the head of his cock. He knows her, misses her, wants her always. He hates that he ever let her think he didn’t.

“You feel so good,” he tells her, and she moans. “You’re so tight. God, I love your sweet little pussy.”

She’s gripping him again, gripping him still, and he thinks about the few occasions that he made her come a second time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he continues, his balls drawing up tight as he pounds into her. “Fuck, Scully, I love you. You’re all I think about.”

A long, low groan rumbles in his ear before she squeezes him tight. He can’t hold back anymore, his orgasm overtaking him as they both sputter and quake, grip each other fiercely, make up for lost time. He never wants it to end, but it does, and he rolls off of her before pulling her tightly against his side.

They catch their breath, her hand splayed out on his chest and his cum running over her thigh to dampen the motel sheets. She’s quiet, and he wonders if she regrets it.

“I love you, too,” she says finally, and his heart skips a beat. “I never stopped loving you, Mulder. I hope you know that.”

He pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head with a relieved sigh.

“I wanted to believe it,” he whispers in the dark. “But it’s nice to know that it’s true.”

Tagging @today-in-fic

[phillippadgettwrites]

Monday Morning

Rated X / 1032 words / Posted on AO3

7:00 am. Scully perched on his bathroom counter in one of his T-shirts, bare legged and sleep rumpled, her hair pulled into a messy topknot. 

Mulder in pajama pants, shirtless, standing between her parted thighs with his palms resting atop them. 

“Hold still,” she admonishes him, tipping his chin up and to the right.

He complies, eyes closed, and his hands slide that much higher. She drags the razor along the sensitive skin of his neck, pausing to swirl it around in the half-full sink and rinse off shaving cream and shorn bits of hair. 

“How do you do your upper lip?” she asks with a quizzical expression, and he flares his nostrils, stretching his lip down to create a flat surface. She smiles at him; a teasing, flirty smile. “You look ridiculous,” she says fondly, and scrapes the white foam away carefully. 

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[kombatmutt]

House Parties | Fox Mulder x gn!reader

request: “Here, take my scarf" With Fox please?

Yeah already missing the cold weather - anonymous

summary: you take your boyfriend to a party.

pronouns used: n/a

warnings: alcohol/smoking/drug references

Mambo No.5 played over the speakers around the house, and while Fox was incredibly overdressed and wasn’t at all keen, when you started to dance and sing along to the song, he was thankful that he had allowed you to drag him to a friend’s house party; people littered the house, some sat on the stairs and chatted with drinks in their hands, others crowded in the living room with bottles of beer, but the biggest crowd was the one in the kitchen. So packed in that it was hard to believe that it was somebody’s house and not a nightclub.

Fox smiled when you came over to him, singing along as you handed him an energy drink can. He had to shout over the music, "at least they’re playing something good.”

You laughed, chugging down the contents of your own can. “Every day is a good day to play this, though!”

Fox laughed along, taking a swig from his drink; if he was honest, he would have preferred to be down in his office basement going through papers and studying cases, but Skinner and Scully had forced him to take the night off, and by mere coincidence, you had dragged him along the house party.

He caught the smell of weed, but he shrugged it off, even if it made his nose tingle a little where the smell was so strong; he was getting hot, though, and needed to step outside to cool off a little. Gently, he caught your wrist, and got right up close to your ear so he knew that you would hear.

“Can we step outside? It’s kinda hot.”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours and weaving through the crowd with ease, stepping out onto the patio and giving the cigarette smokers a kind greeting before you headed down the bottom of the garden with him. Although you could still hear the music, it was quieter and the air was so cold it made Fox shiver.

“Cold?” You chuckled, and when he nodded, you pulled the scarf from around your neck. “Here, take my scarf.”

“You don’t have to-” he shut up when you got chest to chest with him so you could do it up, a hopeful smile on his lips. He was rewarded for his silence when you pressed your lips to his and hummed. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you mused, running a hand through his hair. “Anything for my boyfriend.”

Fox took a quick look around, placing his hands against your chest and letting you hold his waist as he hummed softly. “I’m actually feeling a bit warmer, now…”

“Wait til you go back in,” you teased, kissing that spot just next to his ear. “But when you wanna leave, just say, yeah?”

“Of course,” he agreed with a shrug. “You know I will.”

[hannahrachel05]

Mulder: I don't know if you noticed, but I never made the world a happier place.

Scully: Well, I'm fairly happy. That's something.

The X-Files, "Je Souhaite," (7x21)

[jojo-something-else]

Why does nobody talk about season 6 episode 3.... I mean look at them..

As a couple... They would fit... In this episode mulder kissed her in the boiler room and said he did it because he is never sure if he will see her again... But let's be honest, of course, this was not the real scully but the one he imagined... And yet he would kiss her without hesitation and not only that...

Mulder wakes up in the hospital after his strange ghostly experience and everyone is there... Skinner is there and also his three friends whose names I can hardly remember... The blonde big one ... The small pervert and the quiet suit wearer... Everyone was there but for mulder it was only important to look at scully that stood in front of him... Then little by little everyone left and scully was the last one who left so she wanted to... He called her to him again... She comes to him and leans forward... And the only thing mulder can say to her is " I love you " ....

And that wra what he says before Scully left without replying... But I'm sure that's exactly what he feels for her... I think that mulder feels something very fetses for his little partner but never wanted to admit it and now he has finally told her it no matter if he meant it for sure or if he was unsure... He said it and that counts... How scully didn't say anything about it was unclear to me but I hope She will soon understand that she feels the same for him as he does for her... And she can't deny it she often seeks his closeness and Diana Fowley stands in her way that you notice... I just love this episode it was different but in a positive way... S6e3

[bertharussellgf]

otpsource’s Valentine’s Day Celebration 2022 ↴ Day 1: Favorite OTP — Mulder and Scully from The X-Files

[lilydalexf]

👽 Random X-Files Fic Rec

This story is a gorgeous study of Scully falling for Mulder or, really, of her having already fallen. There’s astronomy and wine, dreams and stars, Mulder’s couch and Mulder’s bed. It’s a story full of beauty and longing. Title: Taller Than Other Waves Author: amyhit (mayhit) Summary: She read Salem’s Lot at ten years old, was brave enough to kiss her partner by thirty-five. Length: 5,284 words Classification: Romance/Mystery Rating: R Spoilers: Well… bits and pieces. Spotlight on Orison though. Favorite line: This story has so many great lines, like the one in the Summary, that I ended up choosing one of the many nearly at random. And she thought of how she missed him often when she knew he was asleep before her in the next room, or when she knew he wouldn’t sleep in his dark next room, or when he was there awake and sleepy in her own room and she couldn’t find it in her to just touch his knuckles with the mounts of her fingers and not let him leave. Read the story!

[lilydalexf]

👽 Random X-Files Fic Rec

The smart, slow burn of Mulder and Scully’s conversation in this story is something else. Truly, I envy you if you get to read it for the first time. And if you have read it before, read it again because you will still adore it. (Also, you don’t really need to remember anything about “Theef” to read this story – just think about the story being set in season 7.) Title: Above Minnesota Author: Cecily Sasserbaum Summary: After the events of Theef, Mulder and Scully take a San Francisco-Washington DC flight home. It’s all about conversation, kids. Length: 17k (~2,850 words) Classification: Post-Ep (Theef), MSR Rating: PG Spoilers: Theef Favorite line: “That was cryptic,” Mulder said softly, staring at her blankly for a moment, “but very nice, Scully.” Read the story!

[enidsinclair]

Scully? Why would he say that. “Don’t give up.” Why would he say such a thing to you? I think that was clearly meant for you, Mulder. He didn’t say it to me. He said it to you. If Father Joe were the devil, why would he say the opposite of what the devil might say? Maybe that’s the answer. The larger answer. What do you mean? Don’t give up. Please don’t make this any harder than it already is.

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[msrafterdark]

December Writing Challenge: MSR Ficmas // Day 17 -  Gingerbread

Per usual he’s in the office before she is, shuffling through some papers and folders on his desk. She wishes him a good morning as she removes her coat and hangs up her purse and scarf. He returns her greeting, turning to give her a smile even as he continues searching for something.

Her heart flutters at the thought that she left his apartment less than four hours ago and the happy energy pouring off him at seeing her makes it seem like they’ve been apart for three days. How does he always manage to make her feel so wanted?

“You ready to get out of town for a bit for the holidays?”

He means it as comfortable conversation, something to share that they are both looking forward to, but she still hesitates out of habit.

“I am, I’m just worried that you won’t have—”

“Stop,” he interrupts gently, tapping the underside of her chin softly with the knuckle of his index finger, “I’m looking forward to it. Really. This year will be the closest I’ve ever been to experiencing a real Christmas in a long while, even at the potential wrath of pseudo in-laws.”

The phrase “in-laws” awakens something deep and vulnerable within Scully’s belly and her breath catches. If Mulder notices the slight pause in atmosphere, he doesn’t verbally note it, instead halting his current file shuffling and staring at the vintage Santa Claus tin Scully conspicuously placed on his desk when she walked in. She decides to address it later in the sanctity of her bedroom later tonight when she’s alone.

“You didn’t,” he looks up where she’s grinning at him, feeling inordinately pleased with herself.

“I did. I told you I would.”

With a noise of boyish delight he grabs the tin, clumsily prying it open in his excitement. As she’d promised, he finds a dozen carefully decorated gingerbread men cookies wrapped in wax paper. With no ceremony he upwraps one and takes a hearty bite, closing his eyes in mock bliss.

“Aw, Scully, you even managed to make them moist. What are you not capable of, woman?”

She blushes at his simple praise. She tries to keep things professional at work, really she does. But he’s standing there looking so earnest and attentive, gingerbread crumbs on his damn chin and why shouldn’t she have everything she wants right now if she already has most of it?

She leans forward and kisses the corner of his mouth, briefly but very consciously, and almost misses the unabashed adoration that lights his face as she quickly turns away.

“Enjoy,” she says as she walks back to her work station, “There’s more where that came from if you’re good.”

[frogsmulder]

Ice

The door slides closed behind her,

Groaning against the rails it scrapes.

The light slowly fades until just a slither,

Filters through the gap in the wall the window makes.

The wind howls in their silence,

Whipping the snow into a brothy storm.

She shudders from the cold out there,

(she tells herself) but inside it is warm.

The metal of the chain in her grasp is a soothing chill.

She pulls it. A luminescent bulb swings–

Naked and lonely, it precariously swings,

Shadows shifting in the glow it spills.

It floods the room, dripping like wax.

Like wax, its sharp sting burns her skin.

It chokes her sight but,

She cautiously looks his way in the bright light,

His wild, squinting eyes, a reaction to hers akin.

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[frogsmulder]

10 Things I Love About You

Mulder persuades Scully to come up to bed after she falls asleep on him by telling ten things he loves about her; about 850 words; rated t; tagging @today-in-fic

The first thing Mulder is aware of is the absence of rustling papers; it’s eerily quiet like a thick soup of silence. Waking up a little more he peaks an eye open. The night is dark even with the numerous lamps they have lighting their living room; the darkness is as thick as the silence beyond the windows. He has the urge to get up and draw them, to cocoon them in their little house of warmth and light but his back aches and something heavy on top of him is weighing him down. That something moves in her sleep. 

Mulder throws his head back over the side of the couch to look at the clock mounted on the wall behind him. Two in the morning. He groans, his back complains, and Scully snuggles up closer to him seeking out his bodily heat. All around them are the remnants of medical studies and important patient files that she has been working on for the last he doesn’t know how many hours. He fell to the tides of slumber long before she had; chewed pencil at her lips and notes in her lap. He had watched her for a while, rubbing her shoulders, listening to her spout her reasoning and humming along, not especially understanding what she was saying. But that didn’t stop her, that never stopped them from spring boarding ideas off of each other. 

He rubs her shoulders now, coaxing her from her sleep. “Scully,” he whispers.

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[evastratt]

since you are still accepting prompts <3 Scully surprises Mulder with some pda maybe? could be the other way around if you want, I just thought it'd be cute for her to show Mulder some affection since he's normally the one flirting w her :)

They've been at this for entirely too long and there's still no sign of stopping. Scully passed impatient a while back and now finds herself sitting squarely in irritated.

Inconveniently- or perhaps conveniently, depending on where you're sitting- the witness they're questioning is unsure whether what she saw was a bona fide alien or just a run of the mill killer in a funny green mask. It's shameless, the way she draws it out, new memories suddenly popping into her head whenever Mulder looks like he's about to wrap it up. The witness twirls a strand of bottle blonde hair around her fingers and bats her eyelashes, clearly unaware that Mulder is more focused on the case at hand than on her ample cleavage spilling over the table between them.

Scully leans against the wall nearest the door and crosses her arms over her chest. She can't help the annoyed sigh that escapes her lips when the witness laughs airily and places her hand over Mulder's for a split second. She chooses to think that the feeling in her stomach is second hand embarrassment instead of jealousy. Which is probably being too generous to herself.

Finally, finally, when Mulder stands and gathers his things, the witness has the nerve to actually pout at him as if he’s leaving a party early. Some party. Mulder gives the woman a friendly smile and then gives Scully a bemused look. She must have some kind of look on her face.

Her hand finds the small of his back as she guides him out of the room, and over her shoulder, Scully sees the witness’s envious face. She flashes her a self-satisfied smile before the door closes behind them.

She sees the appeal in what Mulder has been doing for years, touching her in a spot so intimate yet so socially acceptable. With her hand steady against him, feeling the muscles of his back flex a little as they maneuver their way out of the building, she and everybody else- especially that woman- knows that he’s hers.

[sisterspooky1013]

Spoken For by SisterSpooky1013

General Audiences, 1005 words

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“Are you married, Agent Mulder? Girlfriend? Or boyfriend, I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

Harvey Caalim had reached out to them after his wife Denise went missing. He believed that she was abducted by aliens, but the local PD had pegged him as a loon and done nothing more than file a missing person’s report. They now sat in his living room, Mulder on the sofa with Harvey while Scully was perched at his dining room table nearby, reading over Denise’s diary entries that detailed her prior abductions.

Mulder flashed his eyes on Scully at Harvey’s question, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention or otherwise wasn’t affected by it. They’d been more than just friends for a couple months now, but at no point had they actually discussed what they were, much less used titles like boyfriend or girlfriend.

“Uh, yeah, I do have a girlfriend, actually,” he finally responded, and he thought he saw Scully straighten up a little in her seat.

“What’s she like?” Harvey asked with mooney eyes. He’d spent the better part of the last 30 minutes telling Mulder all about Denise and what he loved about her. He was a complete sap.

“Um, well she’s crazy smart, way smarter than me. And she’s incredibly passionate about what she believes in. She’s the hardest worker I know, and she’s strong, both physically and mentally. I think my favorite thing about her, though, is how loyal she is. I’m kind of an asshole and I’m always running off after some wild idea, but she always has my back, no matter what.” He was watching Scully from the corner of his eye. She never looked towards them, but he saw her run her tongue across her lip before uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She was listening, he knew. He hoped she was.

Harvey was beaming at him. “I bet she’s pretty. Handsome guy like yourself oughta have a pretty girlfriend.”

Mulder laughed a little. “That would be an understatement, Harvey, she’s a total knockout. I see men looking at her everywhere we go. The best thing is her smile. She doesn’t smile a lot, but when she does. Whew. Watch out.”

Harvey’s demeanor got just a little more serious. “Does she, uh, doesn’t she mind you spending all your time with someone as lovely as Agent Scully?” He asked, hitching his thumb over to point in Scully’s direction.

“You know you’d think so, but not at all. They get along great. They’re a lot alike, actually.”

“Well then you better marry the girl, Agent Mulder! If she’s as great as you say she is, you don’t want to let her get away.”

Mulder swallowed hard and glanced at Scully. He detected a slight quirk at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m afraid she might be a bit out of my league. If I thought she’d say yes, I would have asked her years ago.”

Harvey gave him a sympathetic nod. “I know how it is, Agent Mulder. Denise could have had any guy she wanted, she was the prettiest girl in town. I don’t know how I convinced her to go out with me, but I’m glad I did.”

Mulder stood and held out his hand, and Harvey followed, slapping his palm with an iron grip.

“I guess we’re just two lucky bastards, Harvey,” he said as he pumped his hand up and down a couple times.

“That we are. Thank you again for coming out. I sure hope you can help me.”

Scully was collecting the papers on the table into a neat pile and slipping them into her briefcase. She turned to them with a pursed smile on her lips.

“We’ll do what we can, Mr. Caalim. May I keep these for tonight? I’d like to read them over, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh sure, Agent Scully. Keep them as long as you like.”

She nodded at him and went to the door. Harvey walked them out to the porch, watching as they climbed into their rental car. Just before Mulder closed the door, Harvey called out to him.

“Agent Mulder! When you see that girl of yours, tell her you love her. You never know when it’ll be your last chance to say it. I wish I would have told Denise one more time.”

Mulder smiled sadly at Harvey and nodded before pulling the door closed and starting the engine.

They were quiet for the 7 minute drive back to their motel. Scully looked out the window with a neutral expression on her face, betraying nothing. Maybe she’d been so engrossed in what she was reading that she hadn’t actually heard. He was a little worried that once they were in the privacy of their motel rooms she was going to read him the riot act for being unprofessional.

They parked and walked towards Scully’s room in silence. She unlocked the door and held it open for him to follow, a good sign. He closed the door behind himself and then stood in front of it, waiting to see if he was going to be yelled at or thrown out. She set her briefcase on the small table, removed her suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, and then walked towards him with a determined look on her face. He braced himself, eyes wide on her as she stepped right up to him and pressed her body against his, pushing his back against the door. Bringing her hands to the back of his neck, she pulled him down towards her and kissed him firmly, seeking entrance with her tongue as she ground her hips against his thigh. He responded in kind, brushing the tip of his tongue against hers and gripping her ass to pull her closer to him. Finally she pulled away from him, meeting his eye with a playful look.

“If you want me to smile more, Mulder, you should be funnier.”

He grinned at her.

“Hey Scully?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Tagging @today-in-fic thank you!

[lilydalexf]

👽 Masterpost of X-Files Fic Rec Lists

Here is a master collection of all the themed X-Files fic rec lists that I’ve posted (so far!). These and all my individual story recs can be found under my fic rec tag. Enjoy!

Post-episode and Movie Stories

all things Biogenesis Fight the Future Firewalker Ghouli How the Ghosts Stole Christmas I Want to Believe I Want to Believe island getaway Millennium  Pilot Pine Bluff Variant Plus One Rm9sbG93ZXJz Tithonus The Unnatural

Season Stories

Season 7, part 1 Season 7, part 2 Season 7, part 3 Season 7, part 4 Season 7, part 5 Season 7, part 6 Season 7/8 fics involving Mulder’s brain disease thing Season 8 Season 8/9 fics where Mulder doesn’t leave

Holiday Stories

Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Hannukah, part 1 Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Hannukah, part 2 Halloween, Part 1 Halloween, Part 2 Mulder’s birthday Scully’s birthday Thanksgiving, Part 1 Thanksgiving, Part 2 Thanksgiving, Part 3 Valentine’s Day

Other Themed Stories

Angst/smut combo fics Autumn fics Casefiles Fics exploring Scully’s faith Fics focused on Mulder and Scully kissing Fics where Mulder calls Scully “honey” Fics where Mulder cheats on Scully Fics where Mulder is at William’s birth Fics with camping + smut Fics with Mulder or Scully sleepwalking Happy fics Jealousy fics Kinky fics Marriage proposals Mulder-as-profiler fics Mulder comforting Scully Mulder/Scully arguments (leading to happiness) Mulder/Scully reunion after passed time Novel-length stories, Part 1 Novel-length stories, Part 2 Novel-length stories, Part 3 One bed trope fics Party / FBI ball fics Post-colonization stories Scully bringing Mulder to a family gathering Scully giving birth Scully miscarriage stories Skinner/Maggie Scully fics Springtime fics Stories involving Ethan