#MSR 2023

[midnight-star-world]

MSR 10-21-23 Midnight Star Report 10-21-23

So today I will be bringing you the Top 20 Country Music Songs for the week of 10/21/23 with the help of both CMT (Country Music Television), The Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. So let's get started right now.

Number 20 belongs to Jelly Roll featuring Lainey Wilson who are new to the list this week - Save me.

Number 19 belongs to Brothers Osborne who are moving up 1 spot this week - Nobody's nobody.

Number 18 belongs to Nate Smith who is new to the list this week - World on fire.

Number 17 belongs to George Birge who is new to the list this week - Mind on you.

Number 16 belongs to Morgan Wallen who is moving up 3 spots this week - Everything I love.

Number 15 belongs to Ashley McBryde who is moving up 2 spots this week - Light on in the kitchen.

Number 14 belongs to Mitchell Tenpenny who is moving up 2 spots this week - We got history.

Number 13 belongs to Tim McGraw who is moving up 2 spots this week - Standing room only.

Number 12 belongs to Jelly Roll who is dropping 3 spots this week - Need a favor.

Number 11 belongs to Chris Janson who is moving up 2 spots this week - All I need is you.

Number 10 belongs to Dan + Shay who are staying in the same spot as last week - Save me the trouble.

Number 9 belongs to Kelsea Ballerini who is moving up 2 spots this week - IF YOU GO DOWN (I'M GOIN' DOWN TOO).

Number 8 belongs to Lainey Wilson who is dropping 4 spots this week - Watermelon moonshine.

Number 7 belongs to Dylan Scott who is moving up 1 spot this week - Can't have mine (Find you a girl).

Number 6 belongs to Russell Dickerson who is dropping 3 spots this week - God gave me a girl.

Number 5 belongs to Luke Combs who is moving up 1 spot this week - Fast car (Official live video).

Number 4 belongs to Dustin Lynch who is moving up 1 spot this week - Stars like confetti.

Number 3 belongs to Luke Bryan who is moving up 4 spots this week - But I got a beer in my hand.

Number 2 belongs to Jason Aldean who is dropping 1 spot this week - Try that in a small town.

Number 1 belongs to Morgan Wallen who is moving up 1 spot this week to take the top - Thinkin' bout me.

And that's a wrap for the Top 20 Country Music Songs for the week of 10/21/23 with the help of both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. Thanks as always goes out to both CMT, & The Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts for doing their weekly Country Music Song Countdowns. And thanks as well goes out to you for taking the time to read this weekly list. See ya all next time.

#Jelly Roll #lainey wilson #Brother Osborne #Nate Smith #George Birge #Morgan Wallen #ashley mcbryde #mitchell tenpenny #tim mcgraw #Chris Janson #Dan + Shay #kelsea ballerini #Dylan Scott #Russell Dickerson #Luke Combs #dustin lynch #Luke Bryan #Jason Aldean #MSR #MSR 2023 #2023 #midnight star report #Midnight Star #Country #Music #Country Music #Youtube

[medicaldoctordana]

Happy platonic lovers Valentine’s Day!

#2023 Boring series #x files #Valentine’s Day e cards #valentines day card #the x files #dana scully #txf #msr #fox mulder #david duchovny #gillian anderson #mulder and scully #mulder

[mulder4scully]

had 2 be done

#barbie #barbie 2023 #the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #x files fanart #msr #vince art

[bakedbakermom]

Good Morning

Rated X // 2300 words // Read on A03

tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

Summary:

He loves her first thing in the morning.

Notes:

A little smutbiscuit for Kinktober 2023. Prompts: morning sex, frottage, (light) somno. I was 3 or 4 days into writing this fic when the painfully talented @msrafterdark posted this piece and it was like fate and the universe had come together.

He loves her first thing in the morning.

Well, he loves her all the time—volleying theories back and forth across the office over burnt coffee and crappy photocopies, singing along off-key to whatever radio station comes through the static three hours into a road trip from one corner of nowhere to another, lounging on a tiny motel bed with sharp springs and a pile of reports spread out like snow across scratchy blankets. He loves her on his couch sharing a beer after a long day, in her kitchen as they dole out boxes of takeaway (broccoli beef extra spicy for him, kung pao tofu for her, and she always nabs the carrots from his shrimp fried rice), nestled against him with her tiny feet propped up on the coffee table and a bad movie on TV. He loves her when she presses her sweet lips to his and breathes hot into his mouth, when she wraps her smooth white legs around his waist and whimpers “more,” when she clenches around him in the dark as she shatters on a gasp of his name. Oh yes, he definitely loves her then.

But he especially loves her first thing in the morning.

It’s something about how soft she is. Agent Scully is all crisp lines and barbed tongue, the creases of her suits pressed sharp enough to kill a man as she slices through the hallways of the Hoover Building like a red-headed sword of justice, eyes flashing blue steel. Agent Scully can unman the most cantankerous and blustering small-town sheriff with the twitch of one razored brow, can force Death itself at scalpel-point to surrender the most intimate secrets of the grave.

Agent Scully flashes through her days like a machete, too sharp to touch and so blindingly bright it hurts him to look at her sometimes. But Morning Scully. Oh Morning Scully…

Her edges blur in the evening, melting under his words and his mouth and his hands, but it takes until morning for her to grow butter-soft and creamy between the rumpled sheets of their bed—her bed or his, both are theirs, though this particular morning they’re secure behind door 42, the honeyed sunlight of a rare empty Sunday drizzling through the blinds and illuminating the intricate dance of the little dust motes that hang in the air. She sleeps on her side with her back to the window, the light catching her crimson hair in a nimbus that he thinks would inspire a better man to painting or poetry, but reduces him to gibbering wonderment.

He watches her sleep with something like awe. Her lips slack and slightly parted, still plump and red from kissing. Freckles sprinkled like cinnamon across her sleep-pinked cheeks, hair in a delightfully tousled disarray that makes him think of sunset clouds and cotton candy. There’s a little crease between her eyebrows as if she’s dreaming of something unpleasant, and he smoothes it oh so gently with his thumb. He doesn’t want to wake her; he’s not done looking yet. 

The sheets have shifted as they slept, revealing the hourglass curve of her side, the mole cradled just inside the firm crest of her hip. She had whimpered last night as he tongued it, a long detour on his slow journey to the oasis between her thighs. Her body is ripe with secrets to explore, his mental map of her slowly filling in as he traverses every hill and valley. He writes “here be monsters” beneath her ribs where she is too ticklish to touch, “here be angels” on the curve of her breast where the gentle scrape of his teeth makes her breath hitch. He finds heaven in the cradle of her hips, nirvana in the fragrant skin of her neck, paradise in the lush press of her lips.

Morning Scully may be soft, but Morning Mulder is getting decidedly less so by the minute.

She stirs slightly and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down the slope of her breast. One rosey nipple emerges into the cool morning air, pebbling quickly into a tantalizing peak, and he can’t resist anymore. He leans over her and circles it gently with his tongue, then pulls it into his mouth. He licks and sucks, feeling her flesh tighten even more, and when he scrapes his teeth against it, her chest jumps beneath him. She sucks in a breath, and her hands come up to card slowly through his hair. “Morning, Mulder,” she murmurs, her words still slurred with sleep.

“Good morning, Scully,” he answers as his mouth slides wetly to her other breast, on which he lavishes the same attention as the first, the slow and thorough consideration of his lips and teeth and tongue. Her breathing quickens, her pulse jumping visibly beneath the soft skin of her throat, and she moans low and long. He runs one hand up her leg, and her thighs part with a contented sigh; his fingers move higher until they brush against the curls of her sex, parting them to reach the hot, slick slit beneath. Morning Scully is always putty in his hands, her limbs loose and heavy, making love to him like something from a dream. “Sleep well?”

“Mmmhmm.” Her hips move in small circles as he plays between her legs, right on the line between soothing and arousing, and a blush blooms across her chest. “Wh-what time’s it?”

“Late.” He kisses his way up her neck, suckles on her earlobe until she whimpers softly. She still hasn’t opened her eyes. “I let you sleep in as long as I could stand it. Sorry.”

“S’okay.” His fingers skim her entrance and she twitches beneath him. “This is a nice way to wake up.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Her face scrunches adorably, and she makes a grumpy whining sound in her throat. “Maybe?”

He smiles into her skin, presses his fingers just barely inside her. “Do you want me to stop while you figure it out?”

Eyes still closed, lower lip between her teeth, she smiles and shakes her head. 

Her body is sleep-warm and limp as he drags her thigh over his hip, opening her to him. His erection presses into the firm flesh of her ass as he strokes her, coaxing her arousal slowly to life. He slides his fingers through the slick folds of her sex, coating them in her wetness; some of it must be from last night, when he had pressed her into the cushions of the creaking leather couch and come inside her with a cry that made the upstairs neighbor bang on the ceiling—and then again, in this bed, as she rode him like a prize pony until they both came apart at the seams. She clenched around him like a vise as they came together, and the way he spasmed inside her only set her off again, until their orgasms seemed to feed off each other in an ouroboros of pleasure that felt endless and left them both gasping, shaking, too exhausted to even roll off the wet spot, let alone clean up properly.

She’s slick halfway down her thighs.

“Fuck, Scully, you’re so wet. You feel so good.” He slides his tongue into her ear and one finger into her slippery, aching heat, and her neck arches off the bed. “You felt good last night, too, especially the second time”—and now he scrapes his teeth along the shell of her ear, slides a second finger alongside the first—“when your pussy was already full of my cum, when I could feel it leaking out of you as I fucked you.”

“Jesus, Mulder,” she gasps, and spreads herself open even more, hooking her leg behind him and shifting a little onto her side. He holds her across her stomach and gathers her partly on top of him; her head falls back on his shoulder so he can tongue the soft column of her throat, nibble the sweet ridge along her collarbone. He ruts against her as his fingers pump slowly in and out, her clit hardening beneath his thumb. One arm is still trapped against the mattress, and he wriggles it free as best he can to fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

She moans, squirming against him and pushing her ass deliciously against his hard length, begging for more. A quick shift of her hips, an awkward moment of fumbling, and then his cock is no longer trapped between their bodies but gliding between her slickened labia, and she brings a hand down to press him more tightly against her. He thrusts languidly, trapped between her hot little fingers and her even hotter cunt; he skims across her entrance with each stroke, rubs the head of his cock against her clit, her hips rolling in counterpoint to his sweet, unhurried rhythm. She reaches backward to grab his hair, whimpering, and his newly unoccupied hand busies itself at her other breast, groping and tweaking them in tandem.

“I love making you feel good, Scully.” His voice is velvet and gravel, his cock almost painfully hard against her molten core, and he talks to keep from embarrassing himself by coming before he’s even gotten inside her. “I love making you wet, feeling your clit pulse under my fingers, my tongue.” He licks her from shoulder to ear, leaving a glistening line of saliva along her skin, then sucks on the sensitive little spot where her jaw meets her throat. Soft little oh s spill from her lips as she grinds harder against his cock, and stars crowd his vision. “I love making you come, over and over. The sounds that you make, the way you smell, the way you squeeze me with your tight, wet cunt. ”

“Oh God.” Her whole body shudders and he feels a warm trickle of arousal coat his cock. Her face turns into the pillow, muffling the increasing volume of her moans. Greedy for the sound of her, he cups her jaw to pull her into a long, sloppy kiss, swallowing each whimper as she writhes against him with growing desperation.

“Are you awake yet, Scully?”

“Yes,” she pants helplessly against his mouth, his cock gliding between her soaked folds with almost no resistance. Soft, wet sounds fill the room, broken only by her breathy moans, his desperate panting. “More,” she manages to gasp. “God, more.”

His arm tightens around her stomach, and in one smooth move he drags her fully on top of him and scoots until his back is against the headboard. Her thighs fall to either side of his and he spreads her wide, his thick cock still thrusting along her slickened sex. She drops her head back against his shoulder and he growls, “Touch yourself,” into her ear.

A moment of hesitation, a deepening blush in her cheeks, and then she obeys. He watches her hand moving in quick tight circles over her clit, brushing the head of his cock as he slides it up and down the length of her. He slips just barely inside and she cries out, chasing him with her body when he withdraws, teasing her again and again. She gasps his name between casual blasphemies, notes in a symphony of moans and whimpers. “I want you inside me,” she finally begs. Her hand is slick with her own arousal as she wraps it around his cock, pumping him slowly, holding him against her entrance. She arches back to kiss him, plunges her tongue into his mouth, unable to stop the embarrassingly high-pitched whines coming from her throat. “Fuck, Mulder, I need you inside me when I come.”

“I live to serve,” he purrs against her mouth, and thrusts firmly upward, impaling her in one smooth motion. A loud cry pours from her throat—the neighbors are definitely going to complain again—and then she’s riding him for all she’s worth, her hips rolling and the muscles in her thighs clenching as she gallops toward release.

“Yes, oh God, Mulder, yes,” she gasps again and again, breathless and wanton, her tits bouncing in his hands as he pinches her nipples and her fingers making ever-more-frantic circles over her clit. “Close, so close, harder—”

Her words melt into a loud moan as he begins to plunge into her from below, his feet braced against the bed for leverage and his cock bumping against her cervix with every stroke. “Yes, Scully,” he hisses into her ear. “I want to feel it. Fuck me until you come.”

She’s tight and clenching around him, hotter than hell and slicker than sin, and his hand leaves her breast to join her fingers, stroking her clit together. He bites her nape, hard, and with a startled “ Oh! ” she shatters, her inner walls squeezing his cock in strong, rhythmic flutters as she gushes around him.

“Christ, Scully, did you just–?! Oh my god–!” Before she has a chance to answer or even catch her breath, he squeezes her tightly against his body and thrusts hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer. His ass lifts off the bed as he pistons in and out of her, desperate for release, and when she tightens around him again he comes with a roar—someone next door bangs on the wall—spurting hot inside her until his eyes roll back in his head and his vision goes red at the edges.

He comes down to find himself spooned against her, her ass cradled in the bowl of his hips as he softens inside her. They’ve made quite a mess, but his legs are burning like he’s been running for miles, and she’s gone completely limp against him; the last thing he can imagine is getting out of bed.

Still, he tries to be a gentleman.

“Want me to make some coffee? Then maybe a shower?”

She shakes her head against the pillow and pulls his arm tighter around her body. “I think I might be falling back asleep.”

He smiles into her hair. “Want me to wake you up a little later?”

“Absolutely.”

Hope you enjoyed! As always, comments will be printed and pasted into my little self-esteem scrapbook <3

#my writing #my fanfic #msr #msr fanfic #x files fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #the x files #txf #xf fanfic #kinktober 2023 #good morning

[sleepyscully]

The memento mori feels are hitting hard once again

#originally drawn august 2023 #asile creates #msr #txf #the x files

[mfshipbracket]

#mf ship bracket #mf ship bracket 2023 #bonus round #anti-reylo #star wars #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #mulder/scully #mulderscully #msr

[mlobsters]

my favorite things i drew in 2023 - all of my stuff

(i actually just started drawing this year in january* so basically i get to choose from everything 🤪)

*update, lies! apparently I did post one thing in 2022

#myart #art year in review #2023 art #digital painting #digital artist #supernatural #hannibal #euphoria hbo #the x files #spn fanart #txf fanart #the witcher #the matrix #the sandman #photorealism #jensen ackles #sam and dean #msr #rue x jules #euphoria #fanart #art round up #man the purple dean painting and the one with sam and dean looking back at john are yeeting back into a particular emotional headspace

[gaycrouton]

MULDER: I think what we have to do is track Eugene Tooms, there's four down and one to go this year. If we don't get him right now, the next chance is in year.....

SCULLY: 2023

Happy New Year!! Make sure to be on the look out for a liver-eating mutant named Eugene Tooms 🥳

#msr #x files #scully #mulder #dana scully #mulder and scully #fox mulder #gillian anderson #david duchovny #2023 #tooms

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 11 Group 53

Propaganda and further images under the cut

MSR: Fox Mulder & Dana Scully

Leverage Crew: Nathan Ford, Sophie Devereaux, Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, Parker

MSR:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

Leverage Crew:

The development of crime team into crime family over the course of the show is beautiful.

They’re a bunch of thieves who are basically modern day Robin Hood and fuck over big corporations and give money back to people who have been hurt (fuck capitalism lets go) and at the beginning none of them trust each other, because they’re all thieves, but over 5 seasons they care for each other and get to know each other in a way that they haven’t been able to do with anyone else in a long time, they all start off as jaded loners and within the span of one episode say ‘fuck that’ and actively seek out the others to work together, even though each members MO is ‘I work alone’

They all looked at a white man and said “Hey, we are now gonna do crimes for the little people and your gonna help whether you like it or not”. They also have really interesting stories and take care of one another but not in a pushing I need to know way. They are just the best!

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #The X-Files #MSR #Fox Mulder #Dana Scully #Leverage #The Leverage Crew #Nathan Ford #Sophie Devereaux #Eliot Spencer #Alec Hardison #Parker

[darkesttimelinestuff]

"Do you recognize this?"

Day 7 of Fictober! How am I still doing this? Really proud that I've been able to write every day.

I had a lot of fun finding pictures for today's story.

Prompt #7 - "Do you recognize this?"

Find me on Ao3

Scully had turned her office upside down and inside out looking for her passport. She knew exactly where it was. Where she always kept it. Or, at least where it should have been. 

Maybe Mulder had moved it. He sometimes tossed things aside without realizing it. That’s how she had lost her paycheck once, until it turned up at the bottom of some of Mulder’s papers. Neither was quite sure how it had happened, but from then on Scully was certain to keep important documents as far from Mulder’s reach as possible. 

“Mulder, are you sure you didn’t touch the things in my desk?” she called across the room.

“I’m sure!” he shouted back defensively. “What business would I have going through your desk?”

“Because I always keep my passport right here,” she said, pointing to a drawer, “and I don’t see it. And if I can’t find it, we can’t go to Mexico tomorrow.”

Mulder stood and crossed the room to her desk. “Let me check,” he offered. “Two sets of eyes are better than one, right?”

She motioned with her hand, giving him permission to look.

“Be my guest, but I doubt you’ll find it. I’ve searched that desk twice,” she insisted, slumping in a nearby chair in frustration. 

As Mulder bent over the desk in concentration, Scully checked out his ass. Even in his 50s he had killer buns! 

“It’s so unlike you to misplace these things,” he was saying. “I’m a little disappoint…”

And then he stopped. 

“What?” she asked, worried that maybe he found her passport but it was damaged or expired. 

“Oh wow!” he exclaimed, standing up and examining something she couldn’t quite see. 

It looked like a small paper and she suddenly became very self-conscious. 

“What is it?” she asked, reaching for his hands, hoping to pry them open.

“Oh, it is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” Mulder said, “and I can’t believe you never showed me!”

“Mulder, what is it?” she demanded, cursing her short stature. 

“Do you recognize this?” He held up a photograph.

“Oh, my god,” she said, feeling both embarrassed and defensive about the picture. “I haven't thought about that in a very long time.”

The picture showed a young Dana Katherine Scully on a bed in a black lace push-up bra and panties. She hated that word, but there was no better term for it. They weren’t underwear; that was too plain. No, these were panties. The kind a partner used their teeth to slide down your legs. 

This was Dana, not Scully, and she was bold and sensual, rather than pragmatic and sensible. Her smothering eyes said, “come fuck me,” and you couldn’t deny her anything. 

“Well,” Mulder said, licking his lips, “this is fucking incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I love this! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this.”

“There are,” Scully said hesitantly, “more.”

“I need to see them,” he replied, almost too excited.

“Well, this was back when I first started at the F.B.I.,” she said, searching for the other pictures. “My friend suggested it and I don’t know what possessed me, but it seemed like a good idea.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, not at all! I’m very proud of these pictures. But they’re more for me than anyone else. Ah! Here they are,” she said, handing him the rest of the photos.

The pictures showed a progression of Dana Scully shedding a man’s white button-up shirt, so that she was hugging her lace-clad breasts, posing suggestively on a bed, and, in the last one, looking right into the camera with nothing but a sheet wrapped around her.

“Well, I would be honored if they could also be for me.”

“They aren’t a secret. I just forgot about them,” she admitted. “So much has happened to us.”

“We’ve known each other, what, over twenty years,” Mulder said, “and you never thought to show me these?”

“Twenty-five years.”

“I’m really glad you lost your passport,” Mulder said, studying each and every photo.

#fictober 2023 #fictober23 #fanfic #the x files #scully #mulder #thexfiles #txf #dana scully #msr #the x-files #mulder and scully #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #mulderxscully #mulder x scully #fox mulder #gillian anderson #revival era #msr fanfic

[midnight-star-world]

#CountryMusic

MSR 9-30-23 Midnight Star Report 9-30-23

So today I will be bringing you the Top 20 Country Music Songs for the week of 9/30/23 with the help of both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. So let's get started right now.

Number 20 belongs to Morgan Wallen who is staying in the same spot as last week - Everything I love.

Number 19 belongs to Mitchell Tenpenny who is new to the list this week - We got history.

Number 18 belongs to Ashley McBryde who is moving up 1 spot this week - Light on in the kitchen.

Number 17 belongs to Morgan Wallen who is new to the list this week - Thinkin' bout me.

Number 16 belongs to Thomas Rhett who is dropping 15 spots this week - Angels don't always have wings.

Number 15 belongs to Morgan Wallen who is staying in the same spot as last week - Last night.

Number 14 belongs to Chris Janson who is moving up 4 spots this week - All I need is you.

Number 13 belongs to Tim McGraw who is dropping 8 spots this week - Standing room only.

Number 12 belongs to Dan + Shay who are moving up 2 spots this week - Save me the trouble.

Number 11 belongs to Dylan Scott who is moving up 1 spot this week - Can't have mine (Find you a girl).

Number 10 belongs to Kelsea Ballerini who is moving up 1 spot this week - IF YOU GO DOWN (I'M GOIN' DOWN TOO).

Number 9 belongs to Luke Bryan who is moving up 4 spots this week - But I got a beer in my hand.

Number 8 belongs to Dustin Lynch who is staying in the same spot as last week - Stars like confetti.

Number 7 belongs to Parmalee who are moving up 2 spots this week - Girl in mine.

Number 6 belongs to Russell Dickerson who is moving up 4 spots this week - God gave me a girl.

Number 5 belongs to Luke Combs who is moving up 1 spot this week - Fast car.

Number 4 belongs to Bailey Zimmerman who is moving up 3 spots this week - Religiously.

Number 3 belongs to Jelly Roll who is dropping 1 spot this week - Need a favor.

Number 2 belongs to Jason Aldean who is moving up 14 spots this week - Try that in a small town.

Number 1 belongs to Lainey Wilson who is moving up 3 spots this week to take the top - Watermelon moonshine.

And that's a wrap for the Top 20 Country Music Songs for the week of 9/30/23 with the help of both CMT (Country Music Television), the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts, & even myself. Thanks as always goes out to both CMT, & the Billboard Country Music Airplay Charts for doing their weekly Country Music Song Countdowns. And thanks as well goes out to you for taking the time to read this weekly list. See ya all next time.

#Morgan Wallen #mitchell tenpenny #ashley mcbryde #Thomas Rhett #chris janson #tim mcgraw #Dan + Shay #Dylan Scott #kelsea ballerini #Luke Bryan #dustin lynch #Parmalee #Russell Dickerson #Luke Combs #bailey zimmerman #Jelly Roll #jason aldean #lainey wilson #MSR #MSR 2023 #2023 #midnight star report #Midnight Star #Country #Music #Country Music #Youtube

[skarloeyspa]

traintober - day 12/13 - something borrowed, something new

"In 1921, the Corris acquired a fourth locomotive from Kerr Stuart and No.2 became a standby. No. 1 had received a new boiler in 1913, which had seen little use, and in 1922 the railway began the process of creating one working locomotive from components of the other two Hughes locos. Evidence suggests that the resulting locomotive had: frames made up of plates from Nos. 1 and 3; the boiler and saddle tank of No. 1; the cab and bunker of No. 3; and possibly motion parts from No. 2." (wikipedia)

#ttte #ttte sir handel #ttte peter sam #been busy so today's one is simple #anyway. i love the story of how sir haydn was built from the three Corris Hughes locomotives #sir handel was built *for* MSR. but perhaps his parts werent made just for him #capy's graffiti #capy posting #traintober 2023

[atths--twice]

Passing the Time

While waiting for labs at the hospital, Scully helps Mulder pass the time.

Fictober day 6. Prompt: That's All? Easy.

For my dear friend Ingrid. 💓

February 7, 2018 George Washington Memorial Hospital 

“How much longer did they say?” Mulder asked Scully as she closed the door and rejoined him in the hospital’s waiting area. 

“Twenty minutes at least,” she replied and he sighed heavily.

“We’ve already been waiting for two hours.” 

“Lab work takes time. You know that.” 

“I do,” he said with a nod. “I also know that we’ve been out of the game for a while. Maybe there were advancements while we were away.” 

“Excuse me?” she asked, picking up a random magazine as she sat down. “We haven’t been away from anything. You have. I worked in a hospital until very recently, remember? I am aware how long labs can take.” 

“You know what I meant,” he said, rolling his eyes and she hummed. Glancing at the pages before her, but not finding much interest in them. “I guess I just forgot about the waiting part.” 

“No, you’ve never been good at waiting,” she said, turning the pages with a sigh. 

“In regard to some things,” he said and she turned her head to look at him. He shrugged and gave her a small smile. 

“Hmm,” she hummed again, her attention back on the magazine. His leg bumped hers as he began to bounce it and she pressed into him, silently telling him to stop. “Don’t you have something you can do on your phone? A game to play or something you can read?” 

“Not really.” 

“You had that one game you were playing. Just do that and the time will go by faster,” she said, feeling as though she was speaking to a large child. 

“But it’s boringgggg,” he said, dragging the word out dramatically while he bumped his leg into hers. 

“Mulder,” she said, huffing out a laugh. “Twenty minutes is hardly any time at all. You’ll be fine.” 

“At least twenty minutes. That’s what you said they said, right? So it could be more.” 

“You wanna find a supply closet and make out?” she asked, turning her head and looking at him as he immediately stilled. 

“You… you’re… seriously?” 

“Of course not,” she said, looking back at the magazine and shaking her head. “We’re working.” 

“If that’s the only hold up, I’ll take a rain check.” 

“Sure,” she said, turning another page and not giving it much thought. 

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” he said, his voice lower and she fought back a smile, enjoying teasing him. 

“With or without clothing?” she asked, her voice also low. 

“Definitely without,” he answered quickly and this time she was unable to hold back her smile. “Or whatever you prefer.” 

She turned her head and held his eyes, seeing the desire within them. Leaning closer, she grazed his cheek with her own as she brought her lips close to his ear. 

“I prefer without as well,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled away. 

He groaned softly and she smiled as her attention turned back to the magazine. 

“Christ, Scully,” he breathed, putting his arm along the back of her chair and looking around the room. 

“You gonna make it?” she teased and he laughed as he shifted in his seat. 

“Honestly? Sometimes I don’t know, Scully.” 

“I do enjoy keeping you on your toes. Or your back.” 

“Fuck,” he breathed, shaking his head. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. 

“Can I offer any help to alleviate any discomfort you’re presently experiencing?”

“Yeah, you can stop talking,” he nearly growled. 

“Or I could offer a distraction.” 

“No, that’s how we ended up here.” 

“A different kind of distraction,” she said with a laugh. 

“I’ll be the judge. Let me hear  it.” 

“You consider yourself an intelligent man,” she stated, looking at the magazine. Pausing on a page, she considered the pair of pants the model was wearing.

“I do indeed, but I’m not sure I’m liking where this is heading.” 

“You have an incredible memory. Some might say it's too incredible.” 

“It’s definitely served me well,” he said, stretching out his legs and crossing the left foot over the right. “In more ways than one.” 

“Hmm,” she said, trying not to let her mind wander too far, knowing how well his memory had served in their sex life. Even from the very beginning, it was as though he had memorized every spot that made her cry out and beg him for more.  

“So what did you have in mind?” he asked and she shook her head, pushing away those thoughts. 

Later, she told herself. Definitely later. 

“Make a list of all fifty states,” she said and he looked at her. 

“A list of all the states? That’s your grand plan to help me pass the time?” he asked, moving his arm and sitting up, his brow furrowed even as he smiled. “List the states? That’s all? Easy.” 

“And the capitals,” she said as he stood up, patting his suit jacket, most likely looking for a pen. 

“What?” he asked, stopping and staring at her. “The capitals too?” 

“You said listing the states was easy. We’ve got time to kill so… capitals too,” she said, turning a page and raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh… you’re going to regret this. I’ll be done way before the labs are.” 

“So you say,” she said, looking at the magazine. “Yet there you stand, writing nothing down.” 

“Oh, you… you…” He shook his head, waving his finger at her. “I’m gonna find some paper and then… be prepared to be amazed.” 

“I’m all a tingle,” she said with an exaggerated shiver. 

“You… ha ha ha,” he said, walking out of the room to hunt down some paper. 

She smiled as she put the magazine down and reached for another. 

He was back quickly, heading to the small table in the corner of the waiting area, when she stood up and stopped him. 

“Give me your phone.” 

“You don’t trust me?” 

“No,” she laughed. “Not for things like this. Gimme it.” 

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket and handing it to her. “I would never-”

“Dyspareunia,” she said, putting his phone in her pocket. “Thought of that word on your own to build off of your previous word spare?” She raised her eyebrows and he shrugged with his palms up, a guilty smile on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be holding onto your phone. Go on.” 

“Bossy,” he said, as he continued past her. 

“You love it,” she stated and he nodded, grinning at her. 

“I absolutely do. Especially when-”

“Nope,” she said, pointing at the paper. “Get to writing.” He saluted as he sat down as she shook her head as she also sat down. 

Quiet fell over the room and she was surprised when she realized ten minutes had passed without any interruptions. Looking over at him, she smiled as she saw how focused he was as he wrote. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she set the magazine beside her, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. 

“Hey,” Mulder said softly and she opened her eyes. “It always amazes me how you can fall asleep anywhere.” 

“Are you done?” she asked, sitting up and looking at the paper in his hand. 

“Why yes, Miss Scully. I got all my homework done,” he said in a southern drawl, handing the paper to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes running over his words. 

“You know,” he said as he sat down. “That was actually harder than I thought it would be.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s not surprising.” 

“What are you trying to say?” he asked and she laughed quietly.

“Nothing about you in particular. It’s just not something we think about in our normal day to day life, so it’s not surprising that it proved to be somewhat difficult.” 

“As long as it wasn’t a dig at my intelligence,” he said, sticking out his lower lip. 

“I would never. Did I not call you an intelligent man earlier?” 

“No. You stated that I considered myself an intelligent man.” 

“Did I?” she asked, tapping her finger against the paper as she read. 

Juneau, Alaska. Austin, Texas. Olympia, Washington.    “You did. Find any mistakes?” 

“Not yet,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“You won’t. Because, I have a fantastic memory, as I believe you said.” 

“Ohhh. You were so close,” she said, closing her eyes briefly and shaking her head. “I said you had an incredible memory, but it looks like I was wrong.” 

“Fantastic… incredible. One would say they’re interchangeable,” he said, moving his hands as though weighing the words on a scale. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding in agreement. 

Columbus, Ohio. Montpelier, Vermont. Bismarck, North Dakota. 

“So what’s the word, Teach?” he asked as she folded the paper in half. 

“All correct. One hundred percent,” she said, smiling as she turned her head to look at him. 

“A hundred percent. That should get a gold star,” he stated and she sighed. 

“Unfortunately, I’m all out of gold stars at the moment.” 

“Huh…” he said, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “No gold stars? You got anything else of value? I mean… a perfect paper achieved by my incredibly fantastic memory… it deserves something.” 

Smiling again as she leaned closer to him, she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. Then again. Then once more, her lips lingering on his. 

“Better than a gold star?” she whispered and he hummed as he kissed her before pulling back slightly. 

“Much better,” he whispered back, bumping his nose gently against hers. 

She pulled back further, smiling at him, her fingers scratching lightly at the stubble upon his cheek. He smiled and she dropped her hand with a sigh just as the door to the waiting area opened and the lab technician stepped inside. 

“Agents, I have the results you’ve been waiting for,” he said and they both stood to their feet and followed the technician down the hall. 

Though her focus was on the case and the new evidence they now had, her mind kept drifting to the softness of Mulder’s lips and how she wanted to feel them on hers again. 

Without clothing this time, she thought. Most assuredly without clothing. 

#fictober 23 #fictober 2023 #xffictober23 #xf fanfic #the x files #msr #x files revival #season 11 #waiting for labs at the hospital #boredom #finding ways to pass the time #teasing #flirting #gentle kissing #falling in love again #story prompt

[theworldmovesforlove]

Guess what, mfs

#the x files #x files #txf #xfiles #thexfiles #msr #mulder and scully #fox mulder #agent dana scully #dana scully #happy new year #happynewyear #happy new year 2024 #goodbye 2023 #happynewyear2024

[not-a-princess-but-a-queen]

So I watched Barbie the other day and remembered there were Mulder and Scully Barbies like two different ones I think? Where do you think they were? What mysteries do they solve in Barbieland? Now I want fic lol

#barbie #barbie 2023 #the x files #msr #dana scully #fox mulder

[bakedbakermom]

Thigh Highs

Rated X // 2600 words // Read on A03

Summary:

If the walls of their basement office could talk, they would be the darling of the Hoover Building gossip pool.

Notes:

Just another office smut biscuit, my first entry for Kinktober 2023. Prompts: thigh highs, spanking, dom/sub (light). You can consider this a companion piece to Heatwave but you don't need to read one to enjoy the other.

tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

The rule about “no sex in the office” had been Scully’s idea.

The fact that she’d pronounced it around Mulder’s tongue in her mouth while he pushed her against the file cabinet, one high-heeled foot propped up on the Rs to spread her open as his cock pounded into her from behind, might have had something to do with the frequency and intensity with which said rule was broken. If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, they have been building a superhighway for months—and pulling over frequently to fuck in the metaphorical backseat.

The whole thing would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so goddamn erotic.

She’s teasing him hard today, and that’s not just a metaphor. An oppressive, wet heat has settled over the capitol, thunder rumbling on the horizon with the muggy promise of a storm that never arrives. The air conditioner in the basement has been broken for years, if it ever worked at all; she has plausible deniability for the outfit she’s wearing, if not for the things she’s doing in it. A thin cotton skirt that barely passes the minimum dress code length, tight and clingy and riding up her sweat-dampened thighs whenever she crosses her legs—and she just can’t seem to sit still. A sheer blouse cut low enough to grant him tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage every time she bends over, untucked to reveal an enticing slice of her firm, pale stomach as she reaches up for the high shelves—and she just can’t seem to find the right files today.

She’s caught him staring a dozen times already, lips parted and his glassy eyes at half-mast like he’s only partly seeing her, the rest of him lost in fantasy. Each time she looks at him with a coy innocence, a “who me?” tilt to her brows, her mouth just barely pursed into a pout.

He hasn’t moved from behind the desk for over an hour.

She wants to make a quip about how he really should see a doctor about that, but that would give away the game, would let him know that she knows just how much of an effect she’s having on him and how much she enjoys watching him squirm, how much she’s squirming herself. She loves the moment when he can’t take it anymore, when he crushes her body against his and rips off her clothes, when he moans into her mouth that he has to have her then and there. Bent over the bookcase with her panties around her ankles, straddling him in the chair with her shirt open and her nipple in his mouth, on her knees under the desk as he spurts salty-sweet and whimpering into her mouth—if the walls of their basement office could talk, they would be the darling of the Hoover Building gossip pool.

He’s close to breaking, now, his tongue tucked into the corner of his open mouth, rolling a pencil between his fingers like he’s imagining it’s something else. Something small and pink and firm, judging by the way his eyes follow her tits every time she moves. His tie is undone and looped loosely around his neck, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned over a damp cotton tee, a fine sheen of sweat beading at his hairline and along his upper lip. She can almost taste the salt of it on her tongue, can almost feel the sweet heat of his breath in her mouth, her ear, trailing between her breasts as his fingers trace a line of fire up her thighs until he reaches the slick, wet heat of her throbbing cunt…

The clearing of his throat snaps her back to the basement, muggy and close, and the pulse pounding through her body. She forces her clenched thighs to relax, pulls her hand back from where it has drifted to brush against the sensitive skin of her throat, tries to summon her professional posture despite her burning cheeks and the trickle of sweat teasing its way down her spine. He’s caught her out, now, and his smirk is so smug she wants to leap across the desk and ram her tongue into his mouth just to wipe it off his face.

Instead she stands, smoothing her skirt—slowly, her hands lingering pointedly on the curve of her own ass—and turns to grab a file off the top of the nearest cabinet. She doesn’t know what it is, and she doesn’t care. “I’m going to run upstairs and make some copies,” she tells him, ignoring the husk in her voice and the way her knees are trembling.

Her hand has nearly closed around the doorknob when his growl behind her makes her freeze. “I can smell you, you know.”

She sucks in a breath and closes her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, but it comes out low and breathless. 

She doesn’t turn to look at him, but she hears him moving: the squeaking wheels as he pushes the chair back, the gentle tap of his feet as he crosses the floor; and then the sound that makes her core clench and her heart race, the sound of her victory—the jingle of his belt as he slips the buckle loose. She feels his heat behind her, and a moment later his weight, trapping her against the door. His erection pushes insistently into her lower back and he moans. “I said, I can smell you. I can smell your tight, wet pussy from across the room.” His breath is humid on her neck, his lips skimming her skin. “I know exactly what you want, Scully.”

“I don't want anything,” she pants, aiming for innocence even as she tilts her head so his mouth can reach her throat. She’s trembling with the need to press back against him, to rub shamelessly on that thick, impressive bulge, but she resists. Barely.

“I’ve been watching you all day.” His words slither hot into her ear, followed by the wet rasp of his tongue, and she can’t hold back a whimper. His hands trace slowly up her outer thighs, nails scratching across the sheer nylon, pushing the hem of her skirt higher and higher; when he sucks her earlobe into his mouth and teases it with his teeth, it is only the weight of his body holding her against the door that keeps her knees from buckling. 

“H-have you?” she stammers. She reaches back to run her hands through his hair, but he grabs her wrist with a startling force and puts her hand back on the door; he takes her other wrist and does the same, pinning her in place as he kicks her feet apart like he’s about to frisk her. 

“Mmm-hmm, and I have a theory. Be a good girl for me and maybe I’ll share it with you.” He raises his knee, letting her grind against it for a moment, and she whines when he pulls it away. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Scully?”

She shudders and has to swallow several times before she can speak. She’s only recently confessed to him that she likes things a little dirty, a little rough—or, if she’s being honest with herself, a lot—and he’s taken to the role with an excitement and dedication that borders on fanaticism. A quick study in this as in all things, he’s learned the ways of her body and mind, knows exactly the buttons to push that will leave her breathless and gasping and begging for more.  “Yes, Mulder.” She drops her forehead to the door, but the cool wood only makes her skin feel hotter. “Fuck, yes, I’ll be good for you.”

He noses along the nape of her neck, smiling against her skin. “Good answer.”

He releases her wrists, waits a moment to make sure she’s not going to move. Scully holds as still as she can despite her quivering muscles, her pounding heart, the unbearable ache growing between her legs, and he hums his approval. His hands grip her thighs, pulling her back to grind her ass against his erection, and they gasp in unison.

“So, my theory,” he continues when he’s caught his breath again. His fingers resume their slow, teasing climb, trailing up and up, until they brush against soft lace—and then bare skin. He makes that noise he makes whenever he’s proven right, that little happy hum and puff of air through his nose that stirs the fine hairs behind her ear. “My, my, Agent Scully. Thigh highs? Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all.”

“Keep going, G-man,” she pants. “Maybe you just haven’t found my virtues yet.”

“Oh really?” His hands slip under the hem of her skirt, skating higher and higher, finding nothing but more soft, creamy skin. Suddenly he hanks on her skirt hard enough that her heels come off the floor, bunching the fabric around her waist, to take in the delicious sight of her bare ass, the pink hint of her pussy, not a scrap of panties to be found. He grabs a handful of her pale flesh, kneading and squeezing until her eyes roll back in her head. “Fuck, Scully,” he growls into her ear, then sinks his teeth into her shoulder hard enough to bruise. 

He soothes the sting with the flat of his tongue, and his hands start to roam. One slides around her front, slipping beneath her shirt and shoving her bra out of the way so he can cup her breast and roll her nipple hard between his fingers. The other travels down, following the ripe curve of her cheek until he meets her slippery sex, finding her not just wet but slick halfway down her thighs. She’s panting so hard that little white spots fleck her vision, and when he parts her damp folds she nearly weeps with relief.

But rather than sink his fingers into her wet heat, he only skims over her entrance; rather than press his thumb against her aching clit, he draws soft circles around it. He works her up slowly, pulling away each time she shifts her hips to get a better angle, teasing and stroking until she is dripping and desperate. “Is this what you wanted, Scully?”

When she doesn’t answer, he removes his hand from her body; she chases it with a whine, only to feel it return with a sharp, stinging slap to her ass. He threads his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck and tugs until she arches back against him, writhing, rutting her bare cunt over the generous bulge in his pants until she leaves a wet spot on the fabric. “I said,” he growls close to her ear, “Is this what you wanted, Scully? Walking around with your pussy naked and wet, just waiting for me to touch you? Taunting me all day until I snap?” 

He spanks her again, harder, and her gasp turns into a long, low moan. His hand dips back between her thighs and just barely slips a finger inside, rubbing slow circles around her entrance as she drips and shakes around him. “I want to hear you say it, Scully. I want to hear you say you want me just as much as I want you. I want you to beg for it.” He thrusts his finger deep, then pulls out, winding his arm back for another smack.

“Fuck,” she cries, flinching involuntarily even as his hand drops harmlessly back to her hip. “God, yes. Yes, I want you, Mulder.”

“What do you want?” he purrs, tracing her entrance again, brushing feather-light over her clit. “Tell me, baby.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Her voice is a desperate whine, throaty and high, and she can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed. Not when she’s wetter than she’s ever been in her life, not when those hot, skillful hands of his are teasing her breathless and she can’t think past the thundering of her own heart in her ears. “Fuck, Mulder, please fuck me. Please, please, please…”

“See, Scully? I knew you could be a good girl.”

He steps back for a moment, leaving her trembling with her hands braced against the door, her bare ass in the air, her throbbing, swollen slit on full display. She’s waiting for the press of his cock against her entrance, for the sweet slide of him inside her. Instead he drops to his knees, palms coming around the front of her thighs to hold her still, and when his mouth makes contact with her cunt she keens loudly with pleasure. He’s everywhere, hands and tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth over her clit. He licks from front to back, flicks across the tight bud of her asshole and back down to plunge inside her and she would warn him about cross-contamination if she could just remember how to care. But his thumb is on her clit and he’s practically fucking her with his tongue and there’s nothing, nothing better than this.

She wants it to last forever, but he’s taking her too fast and too hard to hold out any longer. “Christ, Mulder, yes,” she gasps, and then a string of blasphemies that melts into a long, high cry of release as she comes and comes and comes.

She’s still shuddering when he rises and slams into her, wet and sloppy and so deep she feels it in her teeth. He grabs her behind one knee, folds it against her body and spreads her impossibly wide, driving his cock into her cervix with each snap of his hips. Clippings and photos knock loose from the wall and flutter to the floor like confetti. She grabs for the door frame, for his hair, for anything she can reach as he pants into her ear, “Yes, so good, so good for me, Scully.” Even with his teeth scraping against her skin, she can barely hear him over the wet slap of his body against hers. She clenches around him, heat coiling again in her belly; he snakes a hand around her front to press his fingers into her clit, rubbing in small, tight circles. “Gonna come for me again, baby? Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”

She squeaks out something that might be an “oh my God,” and the world goes white as she shatters around him. He growls his praise, “good girl” and “you feel so good when you come” tumbling from his lips over and over as he chases her toward oblivion, finally erupting inside her with a groan she feels in her sternum.

His knees give out and he wraps his arms around her so they sink to the floor together. Chests heaving, sweat cooling, their mingled fluids spilling out of her when he softens enough to slip from her body. She leans back against his chest, cheeks flushed and eyes the most luminous blue as they slowly focus on his face. She stretches up and back to kiss him, because she can, because somehow they hadn’t. His mouth is sweet and slack, and she licks the sweat from his upper lip.

“Tease,” he chides her, but he smiles from ear-to-ear.

“You know Mulder, if you think a spanking is going to disincentivize me from wearing this again, you better think again.”

He slips a finger under the stretchy lace band of her stockings, lifting and letting it snap back against her skin as she yelps. “I would never tell a lady what to wear.”

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