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owner!price who enforces a new rule, banning you and pup!kyle from kissing each other. he spends the next day watching his two pups desperately dry hump each other, Kyle's cock leaking in his boxers as he ruts against your drooling cunt. the pup almost cries, the slick heat of your cunt under your panties taunting him.
the pair of you can barely control yourselves, whimpering as you try to press every inch of your skin against the others. it's a cute scene, the perfect entertainment for price as he burns through a fresh cigar. it's clear neither of you know what to do with yourselves, desperate to sloppily makeout and swap spit like you'd normally do.
instead, Kyle resorts to licking and drooling over your skin. his growls making you shiver as he holds you close, licking and sucking on your chubby cheeks but never kissing your pouty lips. he's a good boy, after all.
It's funny to price, really. he sometimes forgets his well trained pups are just horny little mutts in disguise.
A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
Everything, duh! But that goes without saying...
So specifically speaking: if you're a hardworking and independent type, he finds that sooo sexy. Power and strength are incredibly attractive to him. Opposites do attract!
If you're a more timid and soft person, he thinks that's cute. It gives him the urge to step up and be your big strong man!
If you're a bit flighty or unstable, well, that's okay! He sticks with the person he loves, he'll always be there to support you no matter what's going on.
Basically, no matter what kind of person you are, he adores you. Fully head over heels.
B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)
F: Your chest and legs. He's for sure a boob-guy, real sucker for them, especially if they're on the bigger side. I could also see him loving a pair of long, toned legs though too.
Definitely the kind of man to literally drool if you're wearing a low cut top, push-up bra, or a pair of booty shorts.
M: Your arms and shoulders. Bonus if you have muscles! He'd for sure love a bear or gym-bro kind of guy. He loves being wrapped in your arms and feeling your broad shoulders under his hands. 🤭
He'd be putty in your hands if you wore a crop top or stringer tank around him.
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
Down to cuddle in any position at any time. Though he does have his favorites.
If you're significantly smaller than him, he'd love to have you lay on him like a blanket. The pressure brings him a lot of comfort, and he likes feeling you all small in his big arms. :)
Another top choice would be you in his lap or being his little-spoon.
But if you're sitting in his in lap, don't expect things to stay PG for long. ;)
If you're much bigger than him, he'd prefer to snuggle into your chest and be held like a teddy bear. It makes him feel safe and warm.
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
Bill's ideal date would probably be somewhere fun, somewhere he could get to know you in a casual setting.
Maybe an arcade, carnival, or Abracapasta. Not the most romantic or "mature", but you're sure to have a great time, and that's what really matters!
Though that's his ideal date, I think he'd be equally as likely to take you somewhere fancy just to impress you. ESPESCIALLY if it's a first date.
In that case, he'd get a nice suit (for way too much money), spray on a lot of cologne, and take you to a nice upscale steak house or Italian restaurant.
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
He's good at expressing how he feels usually, as long as there's no pushback. He's unfortunately learned from his past relationships to be a total doormat who's nervous about standing up for himself.
But after a few months or a year of being together, he'll learn that you aren't like his exes. You don't belittle him or push his boundaries. He has no reason to feel scared telling you how he feels.
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
YES! He absolutely wants a family! A big one too!
If don't want kids though, or only one, he'd learn to be okay with that. But in an ideal situation, he'd love at least 3 or 4 kids. Or as many as you'll give him. :)
Bill is the type of man to jump into things of course, so I think as soon as you're married, he's ready to start trying.
He would secretly be such a girl-dad too. The guys expect him to want a son, like them and every other republican man, but he'd LOVE to have some sweet little girls to take care of!
He'd always play dress-up with them too. You can't count the amount of times he's walked into your shared room wearing a pink princess dress, tiara, and poorly done makeup. <3
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
He's pretty good a gift giving. He of course has his misses, like everyone, but he almost always gets you something you actually like.
He does have a bad habit of buying things he can't really afford though. He just wants to impress you and spoil you like you deserve. :(
In return, he gets so giddy receiving any type of gift from you. Literally even the smallest, cheapest thing would have him thanking you like a goddess.
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
Bill would hold your hand 24/7 if he could. It's one of his favorite forms of affection since it's acceptable to do anywhere. Anytime you talk a walk or sit with him on the couch, plan to have one of your hands glued to his the entire time.
Always does that thing where he rubs the top of your hand with his thumb, just enjoying the feel of your skin against his.
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
#1 overreactor. He completely exaggerates how bad the injury or illness is.
It's sweet though, really. It may be a little embarrassing if he starts panicking or yelling for help, but at least you know he really really cares.
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
Pranks? I think he would try them but they would always somehow backfire on him haha.
And jokes, yeah of course. He always tries to banter with you, it's 50/50 whether the joke lands or not.
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
Passionately. Messily, even.
He was alone for so long he wants to really savor any intimacy with you. He'll usually have one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand holding the back of your head.
And he lowkey forgot how to kiss well, so bare with him for a little while.
Bill also always makes sure to give you a kiss every time one of you leaves the house. Sometimes the kisses linger a bit cause he doesn't want to leave you.
L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)
In anyway he can/anyway you want. Though he probably doesn't know the term "love languages", he does happen to try and embody all of them.
But praise is to be expected the most. He loooves bragging about you to anyone who will listen. People literally have to tell him to shut up or he'll never stop talking about how funny, beautiful, and smart you are.
Bill will also shower you in support. He'll laugh extra hard at your jokes if they didn't land, or have thirds of the burnt food you made so you don't think it's bad. If you feel down about clothes not fitting right or outfits not looking as good as you imagined, he'll tell you you look like a model. And if you ever forget something or make a mistake, he'll be sure to remind you that you aren't stupid and everyone has bad days.
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
The first time you said "I love you" to each other. He cherishes it just as much, if not more than your wedding day or first time meeting.
He replays his favorite memories of you whenever he's missing you.
(Which is anytime you aren't in the same room as him. <3)
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
You leaving him. Bill was a mess for years after Lenore left, and she treated him horribly. He could not handle it if you left him too.
O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)
He smells your clothes when you aren't around and he's missing you.
He probably watches you sleep too.
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
Bill always refers to you with cheesy, embarrassingly cute nicknames.
Think things like "snookums, baby cakes, love bug, sweet cheeks, pookie bear, kitty cat, etc..."
He loves it when you call him "handsome" or "big guy"
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
He loves watching soap operas and reality tv with you.
With lots of snacks and takeout to eat while bingeing the show.
I think he'd also like it if you occasionally drank in the alley with him and his friends.
The guys honestly wouldn't enjoy it much, but he really wants you and his best friends to get to know each other, so you all deal with it. 😅
R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)
The Gambler - Kenny Rogers
I don't really have a good reason for this other than I can vividly imagine him loudly singing this song while driving down a highway.
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
Very open, some would say too open.
TMI does not exist with him, and he doesn't really think before he speaks.
So you'll be subjected to just about every random thought that comes to him.
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
He thought you were together the moment you locked eyes.
So when it comes to being official? That's more up to you. Most likely a few weeks or less.
U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)
Bill is very attentive and caring. He'd do whatever it takes to solve your problems or bring a smile back to your face.
He'll buy you snacks, stuffed animals, or tickets to a local event.
Maybe he'll take you out shopping if those don't work.
If you're really down in the dumps, he'll give Bobby a few dollars to preform his newest comedy routine for you.
That usually does the trick if nothing else.
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
Of COURSE he shows you off.
And he takes extra pride in showing you off to everyone who thought he'd be alone forever. Seeing their jaws drop at how good you look gives him a sense of accomplishment almost. Like "Yeah, my partner is that hot."
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
Would never want you to fight, he'd always try to step between you and the other person before it gets psychical.
He would fight for you though, esp if it's standing up to some creepy guy hitting on you.
He'd probably lose, but as long as you're safe, he doesn't really care about that.
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
He's learned to read you pretty well. He can almost always accurately tell if your mood has subtly shifted.
It's really helpful when your in a group gathering and something made you upset. He's able to pick up on it and make an excuse for you two to leave.
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
I think it'd be a surprise and combined with an engagement party.
He'd send the ladies of the neighborhood out to get your nails and hair done with them as a distraction.
While that's going on he'd ask the guys for help setting up a nice bbq in his backyard, complete with flowers, a banner, and white tablecloths.
When you get back with the girls, they'd lead you through the front door and secretly get their cameras ready while you head to the backyard.
You thought it was weird they insisted on getting a cute new outfit and sandals just for a neighborhood picnic, but you were shocked when you saw Bill on his knee at the sliding door.
The guys behind him and the women behind you bit their nails as they listened to Bill's speech, just praying you'd say yes and not break his heart.
Of course you said yes, but not without choking back tears from his heartfelt confession.
The rest of the evening went on smoothly. Your and Bill's friends couldn't have been happier for the two of you, but especially him. They almost couldn't believe Bill had finally found a safe, stable, committed relationship.
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
Nothing calms him down more than cuddling in bed on a nice rainy night with you, usually some tv quietly playing in the background.
Skinner has a message for Mulder and Scully from Bureau Chief Carter. Pre-revival crack. (Read on Ao3)
Transcript of recording #1013
11/21/2015
Residence of former FBI Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, Rural Road X, West Virginia
Transcribed and verified by Agent XXX
Transcript begins 9.25pm EST
Low murmurs, undecipherable. Rustling of clothes. Creaking of furniture.
Speaker One, confirmed by voice analysis as Dana Scully (DS): Hmm. Mulder. We really shouldn’t…I’ve got work to finish off and you…
Speaker Two, confirmed by voice analysis as Fox Mulder (FM): It can wait. This can’t. Hush now. I’m busy.
More low murmurs and rustling. Sharp gasp unverified as coming from DS. Burst of laughter confirmed as from FM.
Sharp knock sounds.
FM: Shit! Scully where are the guns?
DS: Mulder for god’s sake calm down it’s probably just the pizza guy.
FM: The pizza guy? I thought we dealt with that particular issue 15 years ago.
DS: You’re hilarious Mulder. Pass me my jumper.
FM: I thought we were black-listed from all the local delivery places anyway, after that time I maybe just possibly over-reacted.
DS: You mean when you shot out the back window of Little Ceaser’s car as he drove away?
FM: He was wearing a Flukeman mask Scully! It was an automatic reaction.
DS: It was Halloween Mulder and he was a high schooler on his way to a keg party. And it was Freddy Krueger not the Flukeman. Now are you going to answer the door or not?
Footsteps on a wooden floor.
FM: If whoever is standing on our porch happens to be a super-solider, Mormon or member of an international and possibly intergalactic conspiracy, we’re not interested thank you.
Speaker Three, muffled through door, confirmed by voice analysis as Walter Skinner, Assistant Director of the FBI (WS): Damm it, Mulder open the door already I’m freezing my ass off out here.
Door opens.
FM: Skinman! What brings you to our neck of the great beyond this fine winter’s evening?
WS: Don’t call me that Mulder.
DS: Sir. It’s good to see you. Ignore Mulder. Come in. Can I take your coat?
WS: It’s good to see you too Dana. Thank you. Um…did you know your jumper is on inside out?
DS: Damm it. Excuse me for a moment. Mulder will get you a beer, Sir. Just as soon as he wipes that smirk off his face.
Footsteps. Chink of glass. Liquid being poured.
DS: Okay. I’m sorry about that. I must’ve have umm… not noticed when I changed my clothes after work.
WS: Yes. Of course. Look, I’m sorry to intrude so late in the evening. I probably should have called first, but I thought it best we discuss this face to face.
FM: Agent Drummy has my number if he wants another consult.
WS: Agent Drummy is currently on a long-term undercover op. Something about cars. Or rap music. Possible both. Anyway, no, this is from much higher up. From the very top in fact. I had a call this morning from Bureau Chief Carter himself. He asked me to talk to you both about a certain…proposition.
FM: Bureau Chief Carter? He hasn’t wanted to have anything to do with us for years.
DS: Which we were happy about to be honest. I’ve got enough to do at the hospital and Mulder’s got his latest book tour coming up.
WS: Yes well, you may need to change your plans I’m afraid. Carter wants you back. Both of you. As Field Agents. He’s re-opening the X Files.
Nine seconds of silence. Verified as not due to equipment malfunction.
DS: What?
FM: What she said.
WS: I know this probably comes out of the blue…
DS: Sir there’s no way…we’ve been out of the bureau for almost 15 years. We’re approaching mandatory retirement age. There’s no way we could re-certify.
FM: What she means is, there’s no way I’d pass the psych evaluation.
DS: After over 20 years together Mulder I’m pretty certain I wouldn’t either.
FM: Aww...Scully, I knew you liked me really.
DS: Shut up Mulder. Sir, there’s obviously been a mistake.
WS: There’s no mistake Dana. Carter made it very clear. He wants you back.
DS: What about Agent Doggett and Agent Reyes? We haven’t kept in touch but they had more recent experience. Why didn’t Chief Carter ask them?
WS: That’s a good question Dana and to be honest I’d forgotten all about them and I think Chief Carter has as well. I’ll raise it with him tomorrow, but I know it’s the two of you he really wants back.
FM: Why now? After all this time?
WS: The Bureau is facing a bit of a public relations crisis at the moment. Despite your unorthodox research methods and dubious expense accounting, you pair had one of the highest solve rates in the Bureau. Chief Carter feels that your expertise and reputations amongst certain disenfranchised sectors of society will help to restore the FBI’s credibility. Plus there’s apparently a budget excess that can only be used to re-hire former agents and must be spent by the end of the tax year.
DS: I see. And what exactly is the offer here?
WS: Full reinstatement with back pay and benefits from the dates you both left the bureau.
FM: Damm! 15 years of holiday – we better book another trip to Fiji Scully, I think my row-boat muscles need another workout.
DS: That is an extremely generous offer Sir. I can’t help thinking there’s a catch.
FM: That’s my girl! Ow!
WS: Actually yes, there are a few…um...caveats that Chief Carter wanted to make you aware of.
DS: Go on.
WS: Hold on, I wrote it all down (rustle of paper) Here we go. Okay. Number One. There can be no mention of how the pair of you saved the world from alien invasion back in 2012.
FM: Why the hell not? We won the Nobel Peace Prize for that!
DS: It’s not as if it’s a secret Sir. I don’t mean to brag but we were pretty famous at the time and I think people can probably remember all those alien crafts and the explosions and the black oil and all of that.
WS: Apparently it is ‘not in the best interest of the country to dwell on the past’. It’s almost an election year after all and anything could happen. The Bureau isn’t denying that you saved all of humanity…they’d just rather you didn’t brag about it.
FM: Fine. I’ll save my bragging for the bedroom. Oww! Scully you really need to watch where you dig those elbows.
DS: What’s the next point Sir?
WS: Yes, well. This one may be even harder to accept. In light of emerging social media trends regarding gender equality and the potential for sexual harassment in the workplace, Chief Carter insists that, in order to work together again, you two can’t actually be...um...together.
FM: If this is about that time the camera in our office broke Sir let me assure you it was a complete accident and in no way had anything to do with what Scully and myself might have been doing for the 20 minutes that the camera was offline.
WS: No that’s not…What do you mean camera? Actually no, don’t answer that.
DS: Yes please don’t answer that Mulder. Sir, Mulder and I have been…
FM: Shagging.
DS: Living together.
FM: And shagging.
DS: Since the year 2000.
FM: Apart from when I was dead.
DS: Yes.
FM: And when I went to live with Gibson Praise for a few months.
DS: Okay yes then too. But still, Sir I really don’t see how we can just ignore the last decade and a half of our personal lives and pretend that we were never more than just work partners.
WS: I don’t think that’s what the Chief want. He’s aware of your history and your current living situation. I think he’d just rather you…suspend it…temporarily. He feels it would create the wrong impression if his planned poster agents for the new and improved FBI were … closer than one might expect work colleagues to be.
DS: He wants us to break up?
FM: Fuck that.
DS: Mulder!
FM: No Scully. The FBI tried to discredit decades of my work. Our work. They put me on trial for my life. They ignore us for 14 years apart from the odd uncredited consult and now they have the gall to interfere with our personal lives? I repeat – fuck that.
DS: While I wouldn’t use quite such colourful language as Mulder, I have to agree Sir. Our personal relationship is exactly that – personal. No one else’s business.
WS: Yes of course and I apologise. I know this is extremely awkward and you’re absolutely right. I never knew exactly when your working relationship became…more personal…and no Mulder I really don’t want you to tell me. But I never saw it affect your work ethic or your solve rate. However we all serve at the pleasure of the Chief and that is one of his demands I’m afraid. He can’t actually make you break up of course. And he has no jurisdiction over what you do outside of work. He just asks that, between the hours of 9-5 Monday to Friday you are, to all intents and purposes, just work partners.
FM: Scully’s never been ‘just’ anything to me.
DS: Mulder…
Rustling, embarrassed coughing.
WS: Yes well. Do either of you have somewhere else you could stay for a while? Or at least another address for the HR paperwork?
DS: A colleague at work is looking to sublet their smart house for a few months while they go on sabbatical to Vancouver. I could probably stay there in the week.
FM: Ooh sleepovers! Just like old times.
DS: That would rather defeat the object of the whole ‘pretend we’re separated’ ruse Mulder.
FM: Spoil sport. But what are we going to tell people? I’m betting the office pool will start up again as soon as the Spookies walk back in the Hoover building. We need to have our stories straight over why we’re no longer together after over 20 years of death and devotion.
DS: You make it sound so romantic. I could tell people that working with you was one of the most rewarding and inspiring relationships of my life -
FM: Aww Scully I’m touched!
DS: - and also the most impossible.
FM: Fair enough. I could claim to have post-apocalyptic-aversion depression.
WS: No mentioning the apocalypse Mulder.
FM: Well then just vague undefined depression will have to do. I doubt anyone will ask any follow up questions.
DS: True. I think we’re probably over-estimating the amount of interest that strangers have in our personal life. I don’t think that anyone else really cares what we get up to in private.
Loud snorting noise.
DS: Do excuse Mulder Sir. He appears to be choking. I’m sure it’ll pass. Is that the end of Chief Carter’s requirements?
WS: Actually no there is one more. And I really don’t think you’re going to like this one.
FM: Funny because the first two have been so easy to accept.
DS: Sir. You look a bit pale? What’s wrong?
WS: This is very awkward and I really hate to ask you this…but…do either of you know where William is?
Three seconds of silence on the tape.
DS and FM speak simultaneously.
DS: He’s upstairs doing his homework.
FM: He’s upstairs playing video games.
DS: What does any of this have to do with our son?
FM: I get that the Bureau is pushing their recruitment boundaries by trying to re-hire the pair of us but surely even they can see that William is too young to join.
WS: Yes. No. It’s not like that. Umm…perhaps you could call him down and we could discuss this all together?
DS: (Loudly) William? Can you come downstairs for a minute please?
Silence.
DS: William?!
Silence.
FM: Don’t worry Scully, I’ve got this.
Footsteps. Sound of a plug being pulled out of the wall.
Three seconds of silence.
Loud footsteps on stairs.
Speaker Four, confirmed by voice analysis as William Mulder (WM): Dad is there something wrong with the wi-fi? I was totally going to beat that level when…Oh hi Mum. I didn’t realise you were home. I mean, I was totally just finishing up my AP Bio revision when…
FM: Don’t worry kiddo. We’ll give you a free pass for tonight. We’ve got company.
WM: Skinman!
WS: Dammit Mulder did you have to teach your kid that nickname?
FM: Hey it’s not my fault that Fox showed that crappy movie last week. William’s mates all came round for popcorn. They think Scully’s hot.
WM: Eww Dad! No! Gross! They think Tea Lenoi is hot! No offense Mum.
DS: None taken. If we could please get back to the topic of conversation…
WS: Yes of course. William, your parents are going to re-join the FBI…
FM: Wait a minute we haven’t actually agreed to anything yet!
DS: We need to at least see the paperwork to check the medical insurance.
WS: …and Bureau Chief Carter has a specific requirement that involves you. For reasons that your parents can explain later, he needs to present the image of a slightly more dysfunctional Mulder-Scully family unit. He’s proposing that instead of you having come back to live with your parents when you were…I forget...how old were you?
DS: Six months. We collected him from the emergency foster parents the day after we went on the run in New Mexico back in 2002.
FM: We always knew he’d be safer with us.
WS: Yes of course. Well instead of having spent all that time with your parents and helping to stop the alien invasion in 2012…
WM: What alien invasion?
FM: Good kid.
WS: …you actually lived with an anonymous farm couple under an assumed name with no contact with your birth parents.
DS: What the hell?
FM: No way. No fucking way!
DS: We can live with the whole ‘pretend we didn’t the save world’ crap. We’ll even consider pretending we don’t live together…
FM: We will?
DS: Two words Mulder – make-up sex.
FM: Ah. Yes. We can do that.
WM: Gross!
DS: But we will not, under any circumstances pretend that we don’t know our son.
WM: I think we should do it.
FM: What?
DS: William…
WM: No Mum listen. It’ll only be for a short amount of time right?
WS: Six weeks at most. There’s no funding for more at the moment I’m afraid.
FM: You really should have led with that Skinman.
WM: So it’ll only be for a few weeks and the acting experience will look brilliant on my application for college next year. I need a few more extra-curriculars.
WS: College? Aren’t you only about 15 William?
DS: He’ll be 15 in May.
FM: He’s very advanced for his age.
WM: I’ve skipped a few grades. I plan to apply for early admission next year. Joint honours Forensic Sciences and Psychology. Or maybe video gaming. I haven’t quite decided.
DS: We have.
FM: You’re serious about this William? You actually want to give this a try?
WM: Why not? It could be kinda fun. I’ve always wanted to go undercover. Maybe I can have secret powers too, like Clark Kent.
WS: No
DS: No.
FM: What kind of powers?
WS: Obviously there are still some details to be worked out. I realise this is a considerable imposition and I’m sure I can negotiate a sizable benefits package to reflect William’s contribution to the endeavour.
WM: I’m sure a full scholarship to the Ivy League College of my choice would greatly enhance my acting ability.
FM: Or Oxford.
WS: I’ll see what I can do. It’s getting late and I’m sure you want to talk this over. Do any of you have any more questions at the moment?
DS: If we agree to this, and despite what the men in my life may have led you to believe, it is still only an if, do you promise it will only be for a few weeks?
WS: You have my word.
DS: With full medical benefits for all three of us?
WS: Yes.
DS: And there are valid, interesting and highly respectable cases for us to work on?
WS: Well there are X Files…
DS: Point taken.
FM: Does the whole 'pretend break up' bit mean we can't have sex in motel rooms when we're out of town on cases?
DS: Mulder!
WS: Well that's not really in the spirit of a purely platonic partnership...You didn't do that when you worked together before did you?
FM: Yes.
DS: Yes.
FM: A lot actually.
FM: But you always invoiced for two rooms...
DS: We were trying to be discrete.
FM: And it meant that we could have sex in both rooms and not have to change the sheets.
WM: Can I have therapy as part of my benefits package?
WS: I'll see what I can do.
FM: So is that a yes to motel sex?
WS: Just...try to choose one room this time.
DS: Yes sir.
FM: Will we get our old office back?
WS: I’m sure that can be arranged. No one else has been down there since you left.
DS: Can I get my name on the door this time?
WS: No.
DS: Or at least my own desk?
WS: Sorry. Budget restrictions.
FM: It’s a shame our pretend estrangement means you won’t be able to visit us at work William. You’d love the basement office. Your mother and I had some very happy times down there. In fact, chances are, you were are conceived in that office. On the desk if I recall correctly…
WM: Dad! Gross!
DS: Mulder I swear to God if you don’t shut up right now there’ll be nothing pretend about our estrangement.
WS: I think I should go.
DS: Yes that might be a good idea Sir. You’ve given us a lot to think about. We’re obviously going to need to some time to discuss this as a family. When does Bureau Chief Carter need our answer?
WS: Well there is a bit of a deadline on this I’m afraid. He’s hoping to fast track your reinstatement and get you back to active duty early in the New Year, so I really need to know first thing tomorrow.
DS: That’s impossible! You’re asking us to upend our entire lives, fake an estrangement and lie about our relationship with our son. And you need to know by 9am tomorrow morning?
WS: 9.30?
DS: Fine.
Footsteps on wooden floor. Door opening.
WS: Good to see you again William. Mulder.
FM: See you Skinman.
WM: Later Skinman
DS: On second thoughts, the estrangement might not be too hard…
‘In all the years you’ve known me, when have I ever left your side?’
She gives a half-hearted scoff, cracks an eyelid, ‘you mean, aside from all the times you ditched me to jump on trains or investigate your own personal theories?’
‘Yeah, aside from all those times.’
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He gets the call at 3:24 in the morning, a blocked number that he would ignore if it were daylight hours, but despite being out of the FBI for over a decade, it’s still ingrained within him to pick up the phone on the second ring. He’d not really been sleeping anyway, merely dozing with the TV on in the background. As soon as he hears her name and the hospital she’s been taken to, he’s out the door, feet stuffed into the sneakers that have worn bare.
She’s sleeping when he arrives, and besides the bandage on her forehead she looks fine, but the sight of her in a hospital bed will always hit him like a blow to the chest. Her doctor gives him a sceptical glance out the corner of his eye as he lists her injuries, the fractured tibia and the cracked rib, and he can’t help but wonder how pathetic he must seem; unkempt hair and two months of beard growth, the ratty sweats he’d been wearing for three days.
The seat by her bed is uncomfortable, tacky vinyl that creaks when he slumps down into it, and he settles in for a vigil that’s become so routine to him over the decades. Her hair’s longer than when she left, and her cheeks look slightly hollower, but overall she looks healthy; a far cry from many of the times he’s sat by her bedside.
It’s an hour before she stirs, and at her first groan, he’s up and scanning her face for the first flicker of recognition, the smile that always brightens her eyes when she wakes to him by her side. She grunts, her eyes peeling open, and as soon as they catch on him she huffs a sigh and shakes her head, slipping her eyes shut again. ‘Scully?’
‘You look like shit, Mulder,’ she mutters, her voice gravelly and raw. It’s not what he’d expected, and he realises he’d hoped she’d take one look at him and declare just how much she’s missed him, just how much she regrets leaving. ‘What’re you doing here?’
‘The hospital called. You hit a patch of ice; totalled your car. Apparently, you were very lucky - it could have been much worse. I’m still down as your emergency contact.’ His energy has been sapped suddenly, the disgruntled look she’s giving him weighing heavy on his chest.
‘I haven’t gotten around to changing it yet. I was gonna put Mom down, but she was moving and I wanted to wait until she had her new address, and then I must have forgotten.’ He gives a curt nod, drops back down into his chair. ‘You don’t have to stay. I’m fine.’
‘In all the years you’ve known me, when have I ever left your side?’
She gives a half-hearted scoff, cracks an eyelid, ‘you mean, aside from all the times you ditched me to jump on trains or investigate your own personal theories?’
‘Yeah, aside from all those times.’
Her eyes close again, and she twists her head to face away from him. ‘Last year. You left me last year.’
‘What? Scully, you left me. You ran away, you gave up. I never went anywhere.’
‘Not physically,’ she sighs, ‘but you left first. I was drowning, and you didn’t even notice. Something you never learned, Mulder, was that sometimes the only person you can save is yourself.’
‘I didn’t… you didn’t say anything.’
She clears her throat, trying to keep the tremor from her voice, ‘I shouldn’t have had to.’
They lapse into silence, the ambient beeps of the hospital filling the space between them, and he thinks perhaps that she’s fallen back to sleep, readying himself to settle in for the night, when she turns back to look at him, ‘you really do look terrible. When was the last time you slept properly?’
He could tell the truth, tell her he hasn’t slept properly since before she left, but he can hear the guilt in her voice, and as much as he thinks she possibly deserves it, he loves her too much to not absolve her of it, ‘couple of days. S’okay, really. I’m used to it.’
‘I thought it got better for a time.’
‘It did, for a time,’ when she was by his side, at least. But he couldn’t put that on her, couldn’t make her regret saving herself.
He’d once said they had communication, unspoken, and maybe that had lapsed, maybe they had never been all that good at it in the first place, but she seemed to hear him now. ‘You know, there’s room up here for two, if you’re careful.’
‘Scu-’
‘One-time offer, and it’s only on the table for the next thirty seconds,’ she grunts as she shuffles to give him room, quirking an eyebrow when he hesitates with one shoe off. He climbs up next to her, settling himself next to her, not quite touching, until she sighs into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
‘I am trying to get better,’ he whispers, his voice choked with emotion, ‘I just don’t know how.’
‘I know. And I’ll always be proud of whatever progress you make.’
‘I may have been a shitty husband, but I never stopped loving you.’
‘I know,’ she murmurs into the darkness, ‘I never stopped loving you either. But we’re not good for each other.’ He wants to argue, wants to fight her tooth and nail on that point, but her head is getting heavier on his shoulder, her breathing getting deeper, and he doesn’t want to upset her. ‘Mulder?’
‘Hmm?’
‘You’re not the only one who sleeps better with company.’
tw://overstim, mentions of hard(?) kink, puppygirl smut, corruption kink, porn, very degrading/condescending, oral(m)
owner!price who finds out you, his new little puppygirl, is a virgin.
his head spins, cock twitching at the idea of corrupting your dumb little puppy-brain. he pins you to his lap, a hand gripping your jaw tight, forcing you to watch video after video of sweet puppygirls like you being violated by their owners.
each one is worse than the last, he deliberately chose the most filthy, degrading, perverted clips. he feels a little mean about it, conditioning your dumb little cunt to get wet at the idea of being ruined by him, but the thought is quickly forgotten as he sees how easy it is.
he doesn't let you look away for a second, making you watch as puppygirls are spat on, tied up, spanked, edged and overstimulated. his voice is a low grumble as he toys with you, teasingly tapping your clit as he spews filth.
“I know sweetheart, you wanna be bred like that pretty girl, hm? but only big girls get their owners cock. you're just a puppy, puppys are allowed to be bred, silly girl.”
“oh? I didn't think you were such a filthy little mutt, dripping all over me while you watch other poor pups be split open by cock.”
“shh shh shh, be good sweetheart. i know, I know, you think you're a big girl. but you're wrong. your little puppy-cunt can't even take my fingers.”
he torments you for what feels like hours, tapping your clit, groping your thighs, making you watch video after video. he doesn't stop until you've turned into a drippy, sensitive, whiny mess.
even then, he doesn't grant you any real relief, pushing you off his lap. he presses the smooth leather of his boot to your sensitive, swollen little clit, watching you hump it like a bitch in heat.
strokes his cock while he watches, pulling his boot away only a second before you cum. the sight of your ruined, tear streaked face is what sends him over the edge, painting your face with his hot, sticky cum.
as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.
poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.
you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.
a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.
at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.
your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.
and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.
the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.
price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.
it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.
price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.
ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.
ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.
it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.
gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.
he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.
and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.
you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.
he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.
you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’
its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.
it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.
it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.
“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”
it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.
ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.
after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.
a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.
when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.
price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.
“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”
roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.
he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”
TW//: hardest smut I've written (I think), cnc, gangbang, punishment, body writing, extreme degradation, overstim, anal, oral(m&f receiving), implied poly relationship, bad editing.
thinking abt captain price who brings his puppygirl to work. you've been naughty, a desperate mess for his cock. humping his boots, pawing at his cock, grinding your dripping cunt on whatever you can find. he's tired of it.
price ties you up, handcuffing you to the coffee table in his office. he strips you down, leaving your soft body exposed to whoever walks in. he even turns the ac up, smirking the way your nipples pebble, thighs shaking as you whine.
and to make it worse, he writes on your body. filthy words that make you squirm and leak. 'slut', 'whore', 'breeding bitch', 'cocksleeve', 'fucktoy'. he even goes as far to write a bold 'BREED ME' adding an arrowing pointing directly to your pretty cunt.
he's so mean, ignoring your desperate little cries and pleas for mercy. even as johnny holds you down, shoving his cock deep down your throat, he ignores you. he has no qualms finishing his paperwork while the sargent stains your pretty face with cum.
he lets all his soldiers use you. ghost stuffs your little cunt. it practically feels like hes ripping your little body apart. hands spreading your thighs as wide as they'll go, pawing the fat there as he spits a large, fat, ball of saliva on your clit. he laughs as you twitch, slapping your tits as you cum around his thick cock.
even gaz doesn't spare you mercy. he adds to prices writing, for such a pretty man his mind is filth. 'cum dump', 'dumb slut', 'free use'. he crosses out the 'BREED ME', instead writing 'useless'.
uses the left over slick and cum from ghost, pushing into your tight, inexperienced ass. big hands hold you down as he kisses up your spine. he doesn't care if it 'hurts', or if he's 'too big.' there's an arrow pointing to your ass, clearly saying 'USE ME.' he's never disobeyed an order from price, why would he now?
it's even worse when all three take you at once. ghost and soap fighting for room in your cunt. the two men are impatient, shoving their cocks deep inside your poor, overstimulated, cunt even as you cry.
gaz is no help, wiping your tears away as he forces his load down your throat, holding you still until you swallow everydrop. he squeezes his dick through your throat, milking every drop.
it's only when you're all fucked out, every hole stuffed with cum, that price has mercy. he lays you out on his desk, hands still cuffed, and cleans out your pretty cunt. licking fat stripes to your clit, fingering all the cum shoved into your pretty, used, cunt.
"shhhh, sweetheart. I know. but you wanted this, remember? this is what happens to needy puppies like you. they get held down and fucked like the little toys they are."
owner!price trying to teach puppy!soap restraint but he can’t stop humping puppy!reader all hours of the day :( <3
tw://hybrid smut, denial, noncon(?), electrostimulation, edited by someone with dyslexia
ghost who goes on deployment, forcing him to leave pup!soap with price. he has no other choice, after all, soap is known to be rather.... energetic.
the other hybrid practically sends you into an early heat. every opportunity he gets, johnny pushes you down, rutting his leaky cock against your ass.
he can't help it! johnny's never been exposed to something like you. you're so soft, sweet and submissive. he's never been allowed to bully something so pretty. it's not his fault that your cunt is always drooling for him, or that your back arches so pretty when he bites your neck.
he's relentless, always shoving his big hands under your shirt. if he's not grinding against your ass, he's groping your tits. face buried in your chest as he sucks and bites your nipples. he makes you cry and whine, trying desperately to escape while he holds you still. he won't stop until you cum just from him mouthing your tits.
price doesn't mind at first. he enjoys the way you become even more sensitive. how you whine and cry in his lap after johnny's been particularly rough. but that changes once he slips his fingers in your abused cunt, finding the other mutts cum stuffed deep inside.
it's the following morning that he calls simon, speaking lowly on the phone. not even two hours later, and johnny's sporting a brand new collar.
now each time he touches your pretty body, a jolt of electricity runs up his spine. it's painful. and what's even worse is that it leaves his poor cock flushed and red, pre leaking. all he wants is your pretty cunt wrapped around him, whimpering and whining at your feet.
but price isn't known for being merciful. he doesn't take the collar off, nor does he give the pup any toys. johnny ends up spending days trying to get off. rutting against his hands, the couch, your panties. but nothing helps.
and to make it worse, price fucks you hard each night. not even letting johnny see how your pretty cunt gets all swollen and flushed when price forces his cock in you, or how your tits bounce with each harsh thrust.
poor johnny can only listen as you whine and cry, the wet smacks from price hips slamming against your ass. all while he whimper on the other side of the door, rutting his neglected cock against one of your pillows.
