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Harry Potter and the Quest for the Faulty Vibrator
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Tags: EWE, PWP, auror trainers, magical sex toys, accidental edging, getting a toy stuck inside, magically powerful Harry, wandless magic, anal fingering, out of medical necessity, kissing, anal sex, probably ill advised considering the situation, both are too horny to care, explicit consent, enthusiastic consent, bottoming from the top, Harry has the patience of an angel, ust, rst, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, aftercare of sorts, getting together
Summary: When Pansy Parkinson talks Harry into going to Malfoy’s flat to help him with an emergency, Harry’s not entirely sure what to find. It’s definitely not a naked Malfoy needing help retrieving a magical vibrator stuck in his arse.
A/N: Oh. My GOD! This took me so effin long to write and it's finally done! I'm not including any excerpt because I've left multiple snips when writing this. Thank you so much to my 3 lovely betas @sleepstxtic, @nefariousfairybread and Dromikins who looked this over for me and made me feel like a rockstar, you're the best.
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I just read ur fic about mulder and scully watching p*rn and I AM LIVING pls give us chapter 2 🥵 you write these two so well!!!
Thank you so much!! And thank you so much to everyone who sent me an ask about it! I've accidentally missed a ton of messages and I'm so moved by the love and support I've gotten in there. I'm going to be responding to everyone over the course of the next few days, but I'm using this ask to respond with Chapter 2 of Be Kind Rewind! I hope people who liked it are still around and interested in reading it <3 I am so appreciative of you all.
Be Kind Rewind II
Prompt: can you write a fic of mulder and scully somehow ending up watching something from mulder’s “collection” together? (pre-relationship)
Chapter 1 | Ao3
Mulder had died and gone to Heaven. Surely, that was the only explanation for how he was currently holding Dana Scully in his arms as her tongue coaxed its way into his mouth.
His brain struggled to reconcile the sensations of kissing a woman and the knowledge that the woman was Scully. His Scully. Mulder had spent so long sequestering his desire for her to his most private moments, that being able to lean against her and feel her warm body meld against his made him feel delirious. From the way her mouth felt pressed against his to the little puffs of exhalation caressing his cheek, Mulder felt entirely overwhelmed by her.
Without her heels, their height difference proved to be more of a challenge than normal. The back of his neck burned in protest from craning down at such an unnatural angle, but he'd be damned if he let that stop him. Scully, ever his partner, eased herself up on the balls of her feet to meet him halfway. The movement caused her to sway a bit, but when her breast grazed against his sternum, she didn't move away. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him as her jaw worked greedily against his.
It didn't feel real. He was kissing Scully. She was kissing him back. Suddenly, the games he used to play in the bathtub where he'd see how long he could hold his breath underwater felt like preparation for this very moment. He might've been out of the water, but he was absolutely drowning in Dana Scully's rapt attention.
When he was afraid he might pass out and finally had to acquiesce, he pulled away from the kiss only to feel her body careen forward in an effort to prolong their contact. Mulder's hands darted to her hips to steady her and he almost flinched upon his fingertips making contact with a sliver of warm skin where her shirt had ridden up.
Her eyes had been closed, and when they blinked open, her pupils were blown with desire. Mulder wished he had something smooth or charming to say right now, but all he could do was try to suppress the goofy, toothy grin that seemed to only grow wider the more he looked at her.
She let out a little breathy chuckle before running the pads of her thumbs over his bottom lip as if mesmerized by her own newly conquered territory. For the first time since they kissed, she looked into his eyes and he felt his breath catch in his throat at the intensity of her stare. "Stupid fucking bee," she whispered with an impish grin.
The explicative went straight to his cock, and he knew Scully had to have felt it throb against her stomach. Mulder raised his hand to the back of her neck, toying with the collar of her shirt and the golden chain of her necklace before pressing his hand flat against the nape of her neck, An inch of raised scar tissue rubbed against his palm, and his fingers curved protectively. "I've spent so long wondering…" he admitted before raking the tips of his fingers through the hair at the base of her scalp.
She licked her lips tentatively as she nodded. "I know," she finished, letting her hands slide up from his jaw so that she was cupping his face in her hands, her fingers cradling his skull. Then, as always, she provided him with tangible evidence of her theory. Scully raised herself up on the balls of her feet while pulling him towards her so that she could press her swollen lips to his. And once again, he found himself wholly overwhelmed by the sensation of having her tongue in his mouth, feeling her cling onto him as her hands roamed his body.
Growing bolder, he slid the hand that had been resting on her hip a little lower. Then a little lower after that. Until he was cupping Scully's ass as she let out a muffled groan into his mouth. She slid her knee up his leg towards his hip in an attempt to press her groin against his, but the momentum caused them both to stumble back until Scully's calves pressed up against the couch cushion. Suddenly, Scully was reclined on the couch while he had one knee resting next to her thigh as his hands grabbed the back of the couch for balance, bracketing Scully's head in between his arms.
In normal circumstances, he would've laughed at the clumsy fumble, but in normal circumstances, Scully wasn't staring at him with bedroom eyes and swollen lips.
A loud, guttural groan tore from his chest as the sensation of Scully's lithe hand cupping him through his pants threatened to buckle his knees. He suddenly became incoherent as she traced his length with her palm, curving her fingers against the girth. All he could bring himself to do was bury his face into the crook of her neck and let out incomprehensible strings of encouragement and appreciation.
He felt Scully's face turn towards him before he recognized the sensation of her lips nibbling on the thin skin covering the tendon of his neck. Bolts of arousal were shooting through his nervous system and disseminating into every part of his body. He felt possessed by her, and it was intoxicating.
But he wanted her to feel good too.
Taking one of his hands off the back of the couch, he placed his palm against her hip, running it tentatively up her torso until he was cupping one of her breasts. Despite there being at least two layers of fabric between their skin, she jolted towards him. The action elicited a sound that was somewhere in between a gasp and a whimper, and the proximity of her mouth to the shell of his ear caused his body to break out in a wave of goosebumps as he shuddered.
He began moving his thumbs against the thin fabric, finding the spot where he could feel turgidity blooming under the cotton. Encouraged by the sounds she was making, he began flexing his hand against her, kneading the weight of her breast in his hand.
Scully's head fell back onto the couch cushion, and the column of pale skin being exposed to him was too tantalizing to neglect. He bent forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat, suckling at her skin while he felt her heartbeat flutter under his tongue. "Oh my god," she whispered almost inaudibly.
He wasn't sure how they ended up here, but the next thing he knew, Scully was sprawled across the couch with him leaning over her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. His hands were under her shirt, resting on her ribs as his thumbs teased the bottom of her bra.
"May I?" he rasped, moving his hands further up her sides and causing her shirt to bunch up over his knuckles. In response, she arched her back, and he used the movement to pull her shirt the rest of the way off, careful not to tug on her hair.
Mulder took a moment to appreciate her simple, black bra before reaching his hands behind her again. In his excitement, he fumbled a couple of times with the clasp, but his embarrassment quickly went away when he saw Scully smirk at him. He managed to free her of the garment, leaving Scully naked from the waist up underneath him.
It might've been imperceivable to someone who didn't know her as well as he did, but as soon as her bra came off, he saw a level of vulnerability settle over her. She began licking her lips while slightly curving her shoulders inward, watching his reaction as if she expected it to be anything other than elation.
"My chest is small… I've been told… during."
All of her exes were morons.
They were perfect. She was perfect. He pressed his face to her chest and nuzzled his cheek against the heft of her breasts. Her nipples prodding against his jawline caused him to turn his head so he could pepper kisses across her skin, adorning her with the affection others had been too brutish to bestow.
Under his attention, the skin of her chest became marbled red as her flush manifested in blotchy patches. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, she gasped so loud he worried he'd done something wrong until he remembered she said her breasts were sensitive.
In his fantasies, he'd always imagined she'd be responsive. Over the years he'd witnessed how sensitive Scully's skin was, but hearing how labored her breathing became as he switched between sucking and flicking. He split his attention between each breast, making sure whichever one didn't have his mouth was getting plenty of attention from his hand. She fit against his palm perfectly, and he was mesmerized by the impossible softness of her skin.
After a few minutes of this, he kissed his way up her sternum until his mouth was against her neck. "Scully, I love your breasts."
She let out a little breathy laugh before joking, "I think they love you too."
He resumed his attention, but spread it across her whole torso, wanting to commit every bit of her to memory. When his teeth grazed the skin covering her ribs, he felt her muscles tense away from him and he pulled back. "Sorry. That tickles," she grinned.
With as much seriousness as he could muster, he asked, "Where?" Then, putting his hand on her side, he flexed his fingers, grinning as she gasped and lurched away from him. "There?"
"Mulder, don't," she warned with a breathy laugh, wrapping her arms protectively around herself. The movement caused her to push her breasts together and suddenly Mulder forgot what he was just doing.
Scully must've seen his expression change because her hands quickly slid to her waistband with his own hands trailing quickly behind. They made quick work of ridding Scully of her pants. As the fabric slid down her legs, he repositioned them so that he was sitting normally on the couch while Scully sat on his lap – her back to his front as her legs dangled on either side of his own, her feet unable to touch the ground.
Scully seemed shocked at the sudden change in position, but when his hand slid down her abdomen, she simply fell limp against him, reclining her head back so that it was resting against his shoulder.
His fingers slowly crept under the elastic of her underwear, treading through her public hair until he felt slick warmth.
"You're so wet," he murmured in disbelief. "Was this from the video?"
"Not even slightly," she asserted with a sardonic laugh, a sound he felt resonate against his chest. Then, in a softer voice, she added, "It's because of you."
His eyes fluttered shut as the weight of that statement threatened to rock him off-kilter. To say he was aroused was an understatement. An eight-inch long understatement currently straining against the denim of his pants. But part of what was titillating was that he was on the cusp of learning truths he'd only been able to speculate, and speculate he had, with his cock in his hand since he fell in love with her. If he was honest, even before. What would she sound like? What did she like? Was she bossy or submissive or both? With each second that passed at this moment, he was learning something new.
Mulder progressed slowly, feeling her reactions before proceeding further. He watched her face with rapt captivation as he slid his middle finger into her, palm up. Her brows furrowed and Mulder paused a moment, his finger still inside her, as he watched for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he felt her hips wiggle against his hand in silent encouragement, he withdrew his finger slightly, curving it against her upper wall before plunging it back into her tight heat. Despite the fact his second knuckle was just sticking out of her, and that his index and ring fingers were flush against her labia, she still rolled her hips against him as if he could possibly get any deeper.
As she squirmed in his lap, her ass kept grinding against his crotch, causing him to inadvertently buck against her and push her harder against his hand. Based on her reactions, he took the initiative to plunge his ring finger inside of her while pressing the palm of his hand against her swollen clit.
Scully gasped as her head lolled back and forth against his shoulder. Taking advantage of the position, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, sucking on her erogenous zone with fervor. With his free hand, he slid up her torso until he was groping her breast again, kneading its weight while using his forearm to lock her in place tightly against him.
Restraining her elicited a surge of arousal to coat his digits as the squirming of her hips grew. She was babbling a mixture of his name and pleas, and he had to use all of his willpower to keep from grinding into her ass like his body so desperately craved.
As he massaged her breast, he pinched her nipple and within a second, she was coming in his arms. He had to tighten his hold to prevent her from rocking out of his lap as he helped her ride out her orgasm.
He stopped moving when she crushed his hand in between her thighs, rolling her hips a few more times with his hand trapped until she bonelessly collapsed against him.
"Oh my god," she panted breathlessly.
"You're incredible," he replied, his voice equally as strained as hers.
While she was catching her breath, he gently eased himself out from under her so that she was taking his spot on the couch with him kneeling in front of her. He slowly removed her sodden underwear, but instead of rejoining her on the couch, he stayed where he was and parted her legs.
As he stood on the precipice to the gates of heaven, he had one thought.
Scully's never come this way before.
The thought that she'd come undone on his tongue, that he'd be the first to pleasure her with his mouth successfully, was almost too much to bear. She had just caught her breath from the last orgasm when he pulled her further down the couch as he settled on his knees.
Her blood was flowing to her sex and he could see her labia was pink and engorged. The way her arousal glistened against the lamplight made him think of peaches. He'd bet that Scully would roll her eyes if she knew he was thinking that, but it was all that came to mind as she lay prone and ripe beneath him.
He was aroused to the point he felt dizzy. He was currently kneeling in between Dana Scully's parted thighs with parts of her he'd never seen before grazing his cheeks, inches from his lips.
"W-wait," she stammered, her breasts falling and rising with her staggered breaths.
He paused and her thighs released their grip on him, parting just enough so that he could see her face. "You really don't have to."
In that moment, Mulder wished he could have seen himself from her point of view. He felt like his entire body was trembling with the desire to taste her. He was practically salivating from his position between her thighs. He might even cry if he didn't get his mouth on her soon.
Even so, the echoed whispers of her past treatment still hung miasmic in the air. She'd been made to feel like a burden to the point that even though everything about his posture non-verbally screamed "please let me go down on you or I'll die," she still thought he was indulging her.
"Would it make you uncomfortable?" he rasped, rubbing his thumb playfully against the skin above her pubic mound.
She licked her lips while staring at him blankly. A moment went by before her face went crimson and she let out a breathy, embarrassed chuckle, "I'm sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?"
"Did I just make you flustered?" he asked incredulously, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He moved his hands so they were cupping the undersides of her thighs with his thumbs pressing gently into the area where groin met thigh.
She squirmed under his touch as she tried to shake her head. "No," she replied, her smile answering differently.
He leaned forward so that his breath was hitting the wet arousal coating her vulva. "I asked if it would make you uncomfortable if I use my mouth."
The tendons in her groin stretched under his hands as she resisted the urge to buck against his face, her movement caused the skin of her inner thigh to graze his cheek and he felt a droplet of precum escape from the head of his cock. Scully squirmed once more against the back of the couch, her brows furrowing in preemptive pleasure. "N-no," she exhaled.
Scully was looking at him from her position reclined on the arm of the couch. There was a flush across her heaving chest and her eyes were dilated to the point of being almost black. His cock twitched at the sight, and he swore his proudest accomplishment to date was knowing he'd caused her to look like that. Beyond that, he felt overwhelmed by knowing she was entrusting him with her body in this way, that she was letting him take his time to explore her. He wanted to rectify all the times her pleasure wasn't prioritized.
I felt like I needed to just make it quick which took me out of it, and then I couldn't…
"Good, because I've been dreaming about this for years," he assured. Then, before continuing his thought, he pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic mound, putting pressure right above her clit.
Her entire body jerked in response and he realized maybe he didn't need to give her this preface, but he wanted to say it anyway. "I just want you to know that I don't want you to feel like you have to come. I've thought about doing this with you for so long, and I want you to know I'm doing this because I want to not because I feel like it's a chore that needs to be done. Nothing arouses me more than making you feel good. I promise every minute I spend here is a minute I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I'm not doing it with the intention to get it over with."
She was squirming as he spoke, her thighs tensing under his hands, and he could see her breathing quicken. It struck him with a bolt of pride that his breath intimately blowing against her while he spoke was turning her on. "Mulder?" she prompted.
Upon meeting his gaze, a wide smile broke out across her face as her eyes shone with adoration. "Please stop talking," she begged.
Contrary to popular belief, Fox Mulder did in fact know when it was time to shut up.
He finally closed the gap and pressed his mouth to her swollen, glistening folds, moaning when he felt her jerk towards him. "Oh my god," she gasped.
She was swollen already from her first orgasm and he could already feel her arousal dripping off his chin as he worked his mouth against her.
Mulder wasn't lying earlier. He loved this. Blame it on an oral fixation, call him obsessive, whatever it was he was addicted to the sensation of a woman getting off under his tongue. The changes in breath, the fluctuation in pitch, the warmth of arousal on his tongue — it made him feel wanted.
His past partners had expressed a dislike for the act. For years he'd thought it was because they didn't want him to, but after gaining some insight from his talk with Scully, maybe their past partners had made them believe he wouldn't want to. Perhaps they turned it down because they wanted to spare themselves the pain of his anticipated disgust, or maybe they didn't like it because over time it became associated with shame. Regardless, even though he loved this, he didn't have all that much experience.
Luckily for him, their years of unspoken communication were paying off. Just this time, instead of looking for a sideways glance, he was paying attention to the subtle movements of her hips against his mouth, the way he could feel her quick inhalations under the palm that was resting on her lower belly. With every signal, he moved his tongue where she guided him, changing the pressure and speed until he could feel her getting wound tighter and tighter. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest as if it was trying to escape from the confines of his ribcage. He wanted this to be good for her.
Sometime during this, her legs had migrated over his shoulders and Mulder could feel them trembling as her heels tried to drag him impossibly closer. "Mulder, oh my god, ohmygod," she whimpered in a voice he'd never heard from her before. She sounded so completely and utterly lost in ecstasy that he knew she was close and he knew that meant to not change a damn thing he was doing.
The only change he made was to glance upwards to watch her, and upon doing so, he realized she was watching him this whole time. Her pupils were blown and her jaw was slack as the sounds of her labored breathing filled the room. Scully only met his stare for a moment before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her back arched off the couch, pressing herself against him as her orgasm rolled through her. His name rang out in her breathy, strangled voice as she gripped his wrists.
Mulder didn't let up until he felt one of her hands gently push at his head when she became overly sensitized. He glanced up at the visage of her framed between her thighs, she was looking at him from over her breasts with a toothy grin. "Wow," she giggled, placing one of her hands over her heart.
He'd never been more in love with someone in his entire life.
"You're so beautiful," he told her with a content smile.
She pouted her bottom lip shyly before rocking her body forward so that she was properly sitting on the couch. Her palms cradled his jaw as she used her thumbs to wipe away some of the lingering arousal from his mouth. Scully's attention shifted from his lips to his eyes, and he could see a whirlwind of emotions passing over her features. Gratitude, disbelief, affection, desire, trust — much to his relief, instead of allowing any anxiety about this new stage of their relationship to consume her, she leaned in and kissed him with so much passion and fervor it nearly knocked him over.
Mulder sat up straighter on his knees, making it so they were practically at the same height as he returned her carnal assault on him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, still finding himself shocked when his hands met the warm, naked skin of her back and she leaned into the touch. Her bare breasts grazed against his chest and he found himself dropping his hands to her sides so he could thumb the gentle curve of the undersides of her breasts.
She exhaled through her nose and shifted a bit, dragging her nails through his hair as she cradled his skull. As she moved, Scully's shin brushed against the front of his pants and he involuntarily broke the kiss to groan into her mouth.
"Why are you still dressed?" she asked so earnestly that he couldn't help but laugh.
"I was distracted," he answered honestly.
They quickly remedied his situation, and as soon as all his clothes were off, she was pushing him against the couch until he was sitting down. Scully put her hands on his knees for balance as she lowered herself to the floor.
However, instead of gravitating immediately towards his groin, she decided to torture him by kissing all over his body, touching him everywhere but the area weeping for her attention. His nipples, his ribs, his Adonis belt. By the time she was near his happy trail, he was squirming and nearly whining with desire. She pressed her parted lips to his neck and lapped at his skin with her tongue while gently sucking and he was almost embarrassed at how loudly he moaned. He hadn't thought that area was an erogenous zone for him. Maybe it was the anticipation of knowing another part of his body would soon receive that treatment or maybe it was just because it was Scully, but whatever it was, he felt like every cell in his body was vibrating with want.
He knew he'd done things to arouse women, that women have derived pleasure from being with him, but Scully made him feel desirable in a way he hadn't experienced before. She looked at him like she wanted to ravish him. It was a confidence boost that shot straight to his groin. He wanted her to possess him: body, mind, and soul.
Suddenly, she leaned back so that she was on her knees in between his legs, and Mulder found himself reciting every World Series winner in an attempt not to come the moment she touched his dick.
Boston Americans, New York Giants, Scully's warm hand, Chicago White Sox, Chicago Cubs, Chi-That feels fucking fantastic, Chicago Cubs, Pittsburg Pirates, how did she know how to do that?
He gave up on his plan as soon as her pink little tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. "Fuck-" he groaned, resisting the urge to let his head fall back onto the couch. He couldn't bear tearing his gaze away from watching Scully touch him. He couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd imagined his scenario in this very same location, but there was no way in hell he could have accurately envisioned just how overwhelming the sensations of her trained hands touching him exactly where he needed.
When Scully lowered her head, it felt like his brain stopped working. Within an instant, he was in Scully's mouth. Scully was giving him a blowjob. His mind could barely comprehend that this was really her. The same lips he'd spent almost a decade staring at were wrapped around his dick.
She began flattening her tongue against the underside of his length, wiggling it against his sensitive flesh and he had to grab the ends of the couch cushions to avoid thrusting into her mouth. As if to help him, Scully placed her elbows on the tops of his thighs as her hands continued their ministrations against his balls and the bottom of his shaft. In this position, he could feel the sides of her breasts against his inner thighs, and his entire groin felt entirely possessed by Scully.
Mulder watched the way her neck flexed as she bobbed her head in his lap, her face obscured by a curtain of red. As gently as he could, he lifted his hand and raked his fingers through her hair, trailing along the warmth of her scalp as he brushed her hair back so he could watch her cheeks hollow around him. Her eyes flickered up to him as a trail of her saliva slid from her mouth down his length.
He didn't know what he did to deserve her, and he wished he could thank every god and deity under the sun that he could die a happy man now. Mulder wanted her to know how much she drove him crazy, how desirable she is, so he didn't hold back the guttural moans tumbling from his mouth, she even drew out a whine.
She pulled away to take a breath, and one of her incisors gently scraped the side of his cock, but it felt oddly erotic and sent a shiver up his spine.
"Sorry," Scully panted, using the back of her hand to wipe away the mixture of precum and saliva coating the bottom half of her face and dribbling onto her chest
"D-don't be," he rasped, his blatant, delirious desire laden in his voice.
With her right hand, she kept an even tempo as she stroked up and down his shaft. With her left, she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear before her hand darted lower until it was in between her—
"I think I'll die if you do that," he blurted, quickly gripping the base of his cock with a firm hand to subdue the overwhelming urge to come. The idea of Scully masturbating while going down on him was something that took him over the edge in his fantasies; seeing it in the flesh was wholly overwhelming.
Scully's hand remained still on his cock for a moment, the side of her hand touching his own, as she processed what he said. A familiar, bemused smile spread across her face as she teasingly asked, "You'll die if I touch myself?"
"I might finally get you to believe in spontaneous human combustion after all," he joked, in between labored breaths.
Scully rolled her eyes at him goodnaturedly, but instead of letting go immediately, she leaned forward and placed a chaste, gentle kiss on the spongy head of his cock. The sight caused him to involuntarily twitch in her hand, and he could feel the vibrations of her laugh through her lips pressed against him. Her hand fell away as she pulled back, eliciting equal parts relief and devastation. She stood up in front of him, and from his position he was face to face with her swollen, pink folds and he could see her inner thighs were wet and slick from where her arousal had seeped down her legs. The heady smell of her made his head spin and he knew it was inevitable that he wasn't going to last much longer.
The side of Scully's index finger gently pressing against the skin underneath his chin drew his attention up towards her as she stared down at him with a tender expression on her face. "I don't have a condom, but it doesn't bother me to go without with you. I've used a condom with all my other partners, and I know I'm in the clear but if you'd rather-".
He wasn't dumb, he knew it was very evident they were building up to sex, but hearing her make it explicitly clear she was planning on having sex with him felt surreal. "No," he interrupted a little too quickly, causing them both to smile at his eagerness. "I trust you, and I've always been safe," he added softly
He'd never been inside a woman without a condom before and he felt the coil of arousal in his groin tighten knowing he was about to experience that with her. Mulder slid to the side of the couch, making space as Scully crawled onto the couch. She laid on her back and spread her legs to accommodate him nestling in between them.
"S-Scully, at the risk of revealing how long it's been for me, I just want to warn you that I don't think I'll be able to last very long," he admitted.
She exhaled a laugh and ran her palm over his cheek. "We would have been zero to three earlier for orgasms, but I didn't want to kill you." Mulder's eyebrows shot up at the knowledge that going down on him had gotten her that worked up, and she shrugged playfully in response. "I won't last long either. Don't worry about that."
Reaching in between their bodies, he grabbed his cock in hand, and pressed his swollen head to her clit, tapping it so that the weight of him slapped against the reddened bud. Her entire body lurched at the impact and she met his gaze with a breathy chuckle.
"To answer your question from earlier, that feels amazing," she admitted with a playful grin that matched his own.
"Yeah," he agreed, his throat tight.
Mulder rubbed himself up and down her slit as he watched with rapt fascination. He was mesmerized by the sight of his pink tip separating her folds. She was so wet that every time he passed over her entrance, his cock started slipping in, only for him to pull it out as he trailed back up to her clit. It was undoubtedly the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed.
"Mulder?" she asked in a husky voice.
He reluctantly tore his gaze away from their joining, trailing up her body to rest on her flushed face. "Hmm?"
"Please," she begged with an exhalation. She arched her hips with a wanton undulation, causing him to slip into her up to where his hand was in the way.
"Fuck," he gasped between clenched teeth. His hand shot to her hip, smearing her arousal onto her skin.
Mulder plunged the rest of his length into her with minimal resistance as they both moaned in pure rapture. Even with her lubrication, she was so tightly gripped around him that he felt like he could barely breathe. Being inside her without any barrier felt so profoundly intimate he couldn't help but lean down and capture her lips with his own. His hips began bucking against her instinctively, and it gave him the chance to swallow her moans as he tried to find what she liked best.
She seemed to be doing the same as she torturously rotated her hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust while her nails scored the flesh of her back. He wanted her to break skin, mark him with the evidence of her pleasure.
"Scully," he groaned against the crook of her neck. It was mid-sex babble, but the one phrase meant so much.
You feel so good.
I can't believe I'm inside you.
I've been dreaming of this for so long.
Perfect.
Scully seemed to be reaching his level of near-incoherence as she voiced his thoughts. "I can't believe— so good," she gasped, her breasts gyrating with the intensity of their movements.
Scully had never looked so out of control before, and he knew he probably looked no different. They'd waited so long for this moment, and now that it was happening, it was like a divine sensory overload. He brought a hand up to brush her mussed hair back, and she took the opportunity to slide her hands over his ribs, grasping and groping the expanse of his body as he continually pinned her down with his thrusts.
The leather sofa was getting slick from the sweat and heat, and it caused him to lose momentum every time his knees slipped on the surface. He wanted to be cautious not to fall and hurt her, so he placed one hand on the armrest while planting one of his feet on the ground.
Sensing his struggle, Scully began pushing on his chest so she could sit up. "I have an idea," she said, a husky quality to her voice.
"What's that?" he asked, slowing his strokes as he languidly rolled his hips in an upward motion that made her eyes flutter shut.
"Sit on the couch," she demanded.
He had an inkling of what her idea was, so he quickly did what she asked despite his body's protest upon slipping out of her heat.
Scully sat up and eased her leg over his with ease so that she was sitting on his lap again, only this time facing him as his erection bobbed needily in between them. She took mercy on him and grabbed his shaft, giving him a few firm strokes to spread his precum down his length. The crown of his cock kept brushing against her bellybutton and the visualization of how big he was in comparison gave him just another reason to be completely in awe of this woman.
She eased herself up on her knees and his hands shot instinctively to her waist to steady her. Mulder watched with a hooded gaze as she aligned his erection before sheathing herself fully on him, undulating her hips as she accommodated the new position. Scully firmly nestled in his lap, their groins touching in every way possible, and in that moment, Mulder believed in God.
Her name was Dana Katherine Scully and she was blessing him with a miracle with the gentle snap of her hips.
They spared no time resuming their previous pace as they both chased their inevitable release. Mulder slid his hands over her dewy skin until they were firmly gripping her ass so he could help grind her against him. "Fuck, Mulder," she cried out, grasping his shoulders as her brows furrowed.
He squirmed under her so that her clit was rubbing against his pubic mound with each downward stroke and it made her throw her head back as she became more frantic. As she rocked against his lap, her tongue peeked out in between her lips, and Mulder knew he was done.
There wasn't anything inherently sexual about it, but it was something she did whenever she was concentrating really hard. For the past seven years, in motel rooms across the country and across the solid oak desk they shared, he watched her tongue dart out as she focused. It was so quintessentially Scully. A trait he'd become hopelessly endeared by, and that made it all the more real that his partner, the woman he was desperately in love with, was currently wrapped around him in the most intimate way imaginable.
The coil that had been tightening in his abdomen since she walked into his apartment sprung free with a blinding intensity that had him crying out her name as he came. Then, as if it wasn't already the most mindblowing orgasm of his life, he felt her walls spasm around him as Scully ground herself into him as if her life depended on it. "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder," she chanted breathlessly, her breasts pressing against his chest as she trembled in his lap.
They rode out their pleasure for as long as possible, but eventually, Scully sagged completely limp against him. She threw her arms around his neck loosely and rested her cheek against his shoulder.
Despite the fact they'd just had their mouths in some of the most intimate places on each other's bodies and they'd just had mindblowing sex, the realization that he was cuddling Scully brought him an exorbitant rush of excitement. He lethargically circled his arms around her, using one of his arms to stroke her back with languid slow movements.
He could feel her nipple harden against his chest, and he felt himself harden in kind. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, he knew he was too tired for a round two, but the fact his body could still recover that fast was impressive.
But then again, it was Scully.
"Already?" Scully teased. Her voice was softer than he'd ever heard before, gentle and spent.
"What can I say? You have that effect on me," he replied honestly.
In response, he felt her nudge his head to turn towards her, and when he did, kissed him. It wasn't as desperate as their previous kisses, but it held just as much passion. While she lazily teased his tongue with her own, Scully raked her fingernails over his scalp, eliciting goosebumps across his whole body.
Mulder could feel their coupling seeping out of her and back onto his lap, and he knew he should invite her to take a shower or get her a washcloth — but he wanted nothing more than to stay on this couch for the rest of his life. He'd never experienced such tenderness after sex, and he didn't want it to end.
Scully pulled away from the kiss only to pepper a few more to his jaw, stopping only so she could rest her head against his shoulder once more. "I can't believe the final push we needed was an assignment from Skinner and a porno flick from Frohike," she murmured.
Hearing her refer to their coupling as something destined to happen brought a smile to his face as he tightened his arms around her. "I wonder what would have happened if we watched it at the office."
He felt her smile against his skin. "Well, I guess we'll have to watch something from your collection and find out."
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Intimacy Gaps
ok so I know I usually rant about the lack of connective tissue in S5 in bringing chenford together. I recently realized it’s because this season’s leapfrog approach to Chenford deprives us of an emotional intimacy that is the bedrock of a solid otp and the reason I started watching the rookie to begin with.
like — domestic chenford, transferring, talk of babies, ADORBS.
HOWEVER.
Building intimacy in a partnership requires vulnerability. For some reason, the show has chosen to strip out those small moments in favor of hitting the larger relationship beats, which has managed to flatten chenford for me.
For example — take the Isabel arc. We see Tim struggle with the angst of an addicted wife, we see Lucy confront him about it, yell at him about it. We see their mutual concern for one another; see him end things with his wife, partly due to Lucy’s influence. <chef’s kiss> in building emotional depth and angst.
Compare that to the Ashley/Chris storylines. We get a few snarky quips from both Tim and Lucy about dating other people. We never have a confessional scene where Lucy admits her jealousy or hurt. We don’t have Angela ribbing Tim over Chris, especially after that disastrous double date. We don’t have either of them end their relationships because their feelings for each other get the better of them; rather, they continue to be dragged along until outside circumstances force a change. Ashley dumps Tim for some batshit reason the writers pulled out of a hat, robbing him of agency or decision, and then Tim essentially robs Lucy of agency or decision by telling Lucy to break up with Chris. The result is a relationship that’s sort of developed by proxy rather than internal decisions driven by the characters, which is literally How Not to Write Characters 101.
On top of that, we never get insights from other characters the way we used to from Jackson (ie, Angela telling Lucy that Ashley’s a safe choice for example), and because of that, SO MUCH emotional intimacy is left on the table.
I guess my larger point is that we’re going through the motions of establishing an OTP on screen without earning it through the actual moments the show would have once upon a time written, and that just bums me out.
The physical intimacy is great and I’m glad we’re progressing. Just wish it was punctuated by that emotional depth that drew me into the rookie those first few seasons.
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ROUND 7 PART 4 - FINAL
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buttsalad69 · 8 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genos/Saitama (One-Punch Man), Genos & Saitama (One-Punch Man) Characters: Genos (One-Punch Man), Saitama (One-Punch Man), Dr. Kuseno (One-Punch Man) Additional Tags: Robot Sex, Robot/Human Relationships, First Time, First Kiss, Teasing, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Oral Sex, ambiguous genitalia, Dr. Kuseno ships it, Cyborgs, Cyborg Sex Summary:
Saitama is very curious about Genos' body.
New fic just dropped.
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Mulder and Scully, college AU
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randomfoggytiger · 1 year
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Chris Carter's S9 MSR Victories/Failures
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I want to give CC his due in regards to RST:
Mulder and Scully's relationship was defined by the "will they, won't they" question until Millennium. The final nail in the coffin was Mulder and Scully's happy family at the end of S8. Questions resolved, end of story. After that, their relationship needed to be redefined; and so Chris Carter did, and completely correctly, too. The question changed to "what WON'T they do for each other?", and it seemed to fit their actions in S9.
All the ridiculous and out of character nonsense of S9 (I don't consider it canon for many reasons, but I digress) aside, Scully did everything for Mulder and Mulder did everything for her. They lose everything but gain each other, stronger than ever.
So how did Chris Carter mess everything up so badly?
Back to S9.
CC dropped the ball he was already barely juggling: Scully insists Mulder go on the run to protect his life-- at the cost of Mulder's characterization. Scully insists on giving up her son to keep him safe-- at the cost of her characterization. There is no way those decisions would have been made with their combined histories and Scully's recent traumatic birth experience. Mulder let her out of his sight ONCE and she was tracked across states by alien Super Soldiers who almost took their son but decided not to. And while reassured their son wasn't wanted at the end of Existence, there's no rolling back everything they both went through with that whole (stupid) ordeal.
And then the REAL problems happened: the series continued.
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And Scully lost her faith in Mulder. For no reason.
Scully would NEVER have left Mulder over the IWTB incident, especially after the S9 finale when they were shattered but stronger together.
And then she still left him because of his depression before the Revival? No how, no way. Even Mulder's subconscious knew she would never leave him to wallow in his apathy and self-pity (as shown in Amor Fati's dream sequence, during that gray area of "have they dated yet because my interpretation of canon says yes but nothing's officially on screen yet.") Faith in Mulder is the one thing that Scully would never lose; even when she thought he'd gone crazy countless times before, she would always hold his hand and try to walk him back-- protecting him even from himself.
So, to recap: CC resolved the MSR question (DD's departure forcing his hand aside), set up new steps and questions for their relationship, and seemed to be on the up-and-up-ish. And then he kept going, rambled, dropped the ball, and pointed fingers.
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Chiaki: Why do you hang out with me?
Kanata: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!
Chiaki: …
Chiaki: I feel a bit sorry for you.
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ryuko · 7 months
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RST
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chiliger · 2 years
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Heatwaves are the worse.
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katy-kt-katie · 1 year
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Just Like Comity
Wrote a ficlet to resolve the Scully / Mulder / Detective White arc, because I just can't stand Syzygy and D. White!
Storylink on AO3: LINK Love your comments or kudos!
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He grabbed her hand as they exited their hotel.
Damn, it felt good to hold his hand in public.
They’d snuck away, a spring break of sorts to the coast of New Hampshire. Mulder said Portsmouth, at least in photos, had reminded him of Martha’s Vineyard but without the familial baggage.
They had been together for a few months now, but they realized they had both wanted more from their relationship for years. They were making up for lost time and Scully was happy to take a break for a change and just spend time together as two people in love.
“Market Square is just around this corner, according to the map, Scully,” he said, smiling at her and finding her lips in a peck.
“Oh. Sorry,” a voice said, as they bumped into this person on the sidewalk; a pedestrian collision as they’d turned the corner. “Agent Mulder?”
Scully, had been kissing Mulder during the wreck, and was rubbing her sore teeth, but looked up to see none other than…
“…Detective White.” He smiled, “Pleasure to see you.”
“Yeah, it’s great to see you too. It’s Captain now, but you can call me Angela.”
Mulder nodded. “You remember my partner, Dana…Agent Scully.”
“Of course,” White said.
The three of them stood awkwardly for a moment. 
“So, Captain?” Mulder said. “Congratulations.”
“Yes,” she sighed, eyeing Scully. “I left Comity and took the position here, in Providence.”
“What are the odds,” Scully sighed under her breath.
She felt Mulder’s hand move to the small of her back and then his fingertips spread out, squeezing the muscles on either side of her spine. She knew he was trying to tell her to settle down.  He leaned into her ear and whispered, “We aren’t in Comity and I’m with you, honey.”
She licked her lips and sighed, trying to let go of her jealousy.
White was eyeing the exchange. “Am I making this up, or were you two kissing?” 
“Nope, your eyes are not deceiving you,” Mulder replied.
Scully couldn’t help but smile as she looked at her man; so proud to be with her and happy to share it with a woman who once tried to sever their connection.
White laughed and gestured towards them, pointing her finger back and forth and shaking her head.
Scully tucked her face into Mulder’s shoulder so they couldn’t see her roll her eyes.
“What?” Mulder said.
“It’s just…you seemed like you hated each other on that case. Bickering, irritation, rolling eyes at each other. I figured you two had been begging for reassignments.”
Scully laughed.
“Oh, that was the celestial alignment,” Mulder said. “Turns out we’ve been in love for years. There’s no one like her,” he said, gently lifting her chin and pecking her lips again.
Scully stared at him with complete contentment. Her man, fawning over her in the street. God how she loved him.
“Okay…” White shrugged.
“...And um…we’d ask for your discretion,” Mulder said, winking at her, “bureau doesn’t need to know.”
White shrugged and nodded, “I’d never want to stand in the way.”
Scully scoffed, quietly. Mulder nudged her.
“Well…great to see you, Captain White. We are going to check out Market Square. It’s a sneak away vacation for us, so I can’t imagine we’ll cross paths again.”
“Probably not,” she said, leaning in to give Mulder a kiss on the cheek.  He allowed it. Scully rolled her eyes as White walked away.
“Just like Comity,” he teased.
“What?” she protested.
“The eye roll!”
Scully smiled wide and confessed, "She called you at the office several times after that case. I deleted the messages."
"Scully. You devious woman," he pulled her tighter into his side. 
“The only thing like Comity is a woman is going to mount you tonight, but it’s not going to be her,” she said with venom, “It’s going to be me.”
“And I’ll be a willing participant, honey. Instead of confused.” He paused, “My future is clear as day.”
Scully stood on her tip toes and found his lips and then his tongue, lost in a public display for a moment.
Mulder whispered in her ear, “I loved you then, I just didn’t know what to do about it.”
She playfully grabbed his ass, “I did too. That’s why I got so pissed off,” she grabbed his shirt in her hands, "and why I deleted the messages," she grinned.
Mulder grabbed her hand even tighter and pulled her towards a farmer’s market booth adorned with fresh flowers, saying out loud to himself, “What should I get for the love of my life?”
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