#fictober2023

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Been seeing the horror fest stuff of the hot men and I got some ideas, so here’s something small. You can think of pretty much anyone with a cock in this.

Warning: Smut, Blood, Murderer.

Gripping onto to his chest as you tried to ground yourself as his arms hooked underneath you and held you against the hall. Blood covered his toned chest as black paint circled around his eyes along with the mask coving half of his face. His thicc cock thrusting in your hole was making you squeal and squeeze around him. “Such a fucking whore,” he smirked underneath his mask as his eyes kept themselves on your face. You squirm and tried not to fall as he fucked you in the air, it was cute that you thought he’d drop you.

You hit his chest and looked away from the murderer you had just met. The man had caught you trying to run away but he purred the right words to get you aroused. It was sick how you wanted him. Maybe you were just as fucked up as he was. “That’s it, look away from the monster. So pure and innocent right?” His hands pushed your legs farther apart as his cock hit as deep as it could go. You felt perfect around him, so warm and tight.

Your back slammed into the wall harder and the sounds of your body hitting it repeatedly made you even more embarrassed. “I think I’ll let you live, this hole is too good to give up. Use you as my own personal cock sleeve?” You dig your fingers in his flesh and tighten around him as you got closer to your organism. He chuckled at your reaction, “Though you would like that.”

Characters I thought of: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Ejiro Kirishima and more.

[reluctant-mandalore]

🍂 Fictober 🍂 Day 1: Cold Weather (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

During the chilly fall season on a new planet, you go on an afternoon outing with the Mandalorian and his son. Though of course you forgot your coat.

Warnings: Fluff, found family, crushes, pre-relationship, little bit of flirting, not beta read Word Count: 1771 Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader a/n: I slept for most of the first day and then my back was achy when I was trying to edit this. So its late. But it's here. And thats all that matters. Enjoy a fall afternoon outing with our fave clan of two. Day 2's prompt should be out later today (hopefully lmao).

“Grogu, we’ve been over this, you need to wear your coat.”

The child had huffed at the Mandalorian’s words. His large ears lowering, as he frowned and shook his head. You had watched them be trapped in this standoff for quite some time now. Neither father nor son wanted to budge. It was starting to get colder on this planet in recent days. But despite the chill—and despite his fathers lecturing—the little one had been determined to take his coat off any chance he got.

This had been his third time taking off the coat while hoping that neither of you would notice. Din had always been overprotective though, and he had been even more observant. He always had a keen eye for noticing these things, and there was nothing the child—or you—could seem to get past him.

“It’s getting colder out, and I don’t want you getting sick.” Din had tried reasoning with him. “You don’t want to get sick. Right kid?”

Grogu had huffed again. He pouted up to his father before trying to look past him over to you sitting on the bench nearby. Clearly he hoped to rally in your support to his losing battle, and most days those wide pleading eyes of his would convince you to his side in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for the child though, today you found yourself agreeing with the Mandalorian. As you had also caught yourself wishing you had remembered to bring your own coat this chilly afternoon.

Discovering that you wouldn’t be helping him, Grogu had huffed one more time, before finally allowing Din to bundle him back in the coat. The pout he wore as his father buttoned him up making you want to chuckle.

“See? It’s not so bad.” Din had patted the little one’s head after he finished with the last button. Although Grogu only sent a frown back his way, before toddling off back to the leaf pile he was playing in earlier.

The Mandalorian had watched Grogu from where he kneeled for a moment. Though soon he had stood to come back and sit next to you on the bench. He had given you a small nod as he sat, and you had returned it with your own smile. A comfortable silence had fallen between you two then, as you watched the child explore and play in the little clearing. Despite not being pleased with the coat he wore, Grogu still seemed to be enjoying himself at least. He had been throwing leaves here and there. Giggling and laughing to himself as he did so.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to wear it.” After some time Din had been the first to speak, as he shifted a bit awkwardly next to you. “He was so happy picking it out in the market a few days ago, but now he wants nothing to do with it.”

You gave him a shrug. “He’s probably just not used to it—that’s all—give him some time.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, sometimes kids are just picky with these things.” You said smiling again as you watched the child chase down a frog, struggling to keep up in his puffy jacket. “He’ll get used to it eventually.”

Din had let out a bitter sigh, but you could hear the smile in his words. “Yeah you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

He had snorted at that reply, and quickly the two of you fell back into silence. The only sound once again being that of the child's happy geal and the birds singing their sweet tunes. Another breeze had swept through, rustling the leaves and sending an icy chill to roll down your spine. Once again you had found yourself wishing you hadn’t forgotten your own coat, as you shivered and shuddered with every gust of wind that passed.

“Cold?” Din’s question had nearly made you jump, and you looked over to find him looking at you with a tilt of his helmet.

“A little.” You admitted with another shiver, now feeling a bit embarrassed while under the Mandalorian’s gaze. “I honestly didn’t think it would be this cold when we left earlier.”

He had hummed in understanding and went back to watching the child for a moment. You went back to doing so as well. Thinking that had been the end of the discussion, though soon the heavy weight that rested over your shoulders proved otherwise. The cape—his cape—that he tucked around your shivering form had enveloped you in an instant warmth. The cozy fabric making itself the perfect barrier for you from cold.

No wonder he wore this thing all the time—it was stylish and warm.

“There.” He murmured in a hushed tone, as he smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the fabric, and adjusted it around you a little more snuggly. “That should help you stay warm.”

“Thank you.” Your voice had struggled to speak, as you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow shy.

Din had been so close to you as he fixed the cape. His leg had brushed with yours at every movement, and if it weren’t for the helmet that shielded his face, you would have felt how his breath fanned your cheeks. He hadn’t seemed to realize it though until the two of you shared a glance. Your eyes locked to one another, and mere inches apart. Only then did he seem to catch himself. Clearing his throat as he pulled away and averted his gaze. A mumbled apology quickly leaving him as he did.

“Keep it till we get back.” He didn’t dare look at you as he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest awkwardly. Although you couldn’t help but notice how his leg still seemed to brush with yours every now and then. “I don’t need you getting sick either.”

You only nodded. Smiling to yourself a little, and snuggling further into the cape. Your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest at any moment.

“You know…” He continued quietly, his voice trailing and words a bit teasing, as he had looked at you from the corner of his eye with the tilt of his helmet. “You’re just like the kid with not wanting to wear a coat.”

You gave a little laugh at his words, unable to deny his claim. “Guess I’m a bad influence then, huh?”

“No. I wouldn’t say that.” He shook his head while giving a small chuckle himself, and glancing away from you to watch the child again. “I’d say the opposite actually. You’re a great influence on the kid.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! He adores you…” Din had almost seemed to pause in thought before allowing himself to finish. “We both adore you. Things wouldn’t be the same without you around.”

There was another flutter in your chest at his words, and suddenly it wasn’t just the cape that gave you warmth. The two of you had looked to one another, unable to stop yourselves from leaning closer, as the air between you had seemed to shift. It had been hard to deny the feelings that both of you were beginning to feel for one another lately. And moments like these had only seemed to make it even harder.

“Patuu!”

The sound from Grogu had broken you both from the trance, and you both looked to find him standing before you two now. The smile he wore bright, as he held out his hands for you to see what he had found. It had been acorns—of course—the child had been fascinated with them since arriving to this planet.

“Oh! Is this for me?” The child had beamed up at you at the question when you realized he held one out to you, and with a smile you took the acorn. “What a lovely little acorn! Thank you Grogu.”

Grogu had let out a happy noise at your acceptance of his gift. His eyes bright with excitement as he watched you look over the acorn. Pleased with seeing your approval, he glanced at the other acorn still in his hand, and then looked to the Mandalorian at your side.

“Do I get one too?” Din seemed to perk up, but any hope he had died quickly as Grogu soon sent a glare his way at the question, before turning to waddle rather grumpily away back to his leaf pile.

“I think he’s still mad about the coat.” You barely managed to stop the laugh that threatened to spill from your lips at the sight.

“Yeah.” The Mandalorian almost sounded like he had been pouting, and based on how his shoulders had sunk you wouldn’t put him past it. “I guess he is”

“Oh don’t worry Din.” You patted his shoulder gently. Trying to reassure him.“He’ll forgive you soon.”

“He can be pretty stubborn.” He mumbled back. Sounding utterly defeated.

You gave a teasing hum. Nudging him with your arm a little. “He’s just like his dad then.”

“I’m not stubborn.” He had tried to argue, but any defense he had fell quickly at the look you sent his way. “I’m only stubborn when I need to be.”

The two of you shared another small laugh at that before falling back into that familiar silence and watching over the child play. The three of you would spend the rest of the afternoon out there. Only leaving when Din would finally decide it had been time to pack up, and head back to the ships. Grogu had almost fought with him over it, but unlike with the coat, he had quickly been won over with the promise of food.

Though it wouldn’t be until the next day where the little one would finally seem to have forgiven his father. This time when you three went to leave for the afternoon outing he did not fight the Mandalorian over the coat. Instead he let his father bundle him up with little complaint. Babbling in bits of gibberish, and pulling out the acorn he had found the other day. Handing it to Din with a bright smile before immediately waddling off in the direction of the clearing.

“See, Din?” You smiled at him, as you both began walking to follow behind the child. “I told you he’d forgive you.”

He had looked over the acorn. The smile he wore hidden behind the helmet. “Yeah, you were right.”

“I usually am.” You had gone to laugh, but an icy breeze had swept through as you spoke, and instead you could only seem to shiver while Din had chuckled.

Of course you had forgotten your coat again.

[atths--twice]

Rediscovering the Thrill

What may have happened while they were staying at The Falls when Mulder left the bedroom telling Scully that the thrill was gone.

Fictober day 4 prompt 9: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

The thrill is gone. 

The words Mulder had said when he left the room kept repeating in her ears as she straightened up while she waited for her face mask to dry. 

The thrill is gone. 

How could it be gone when it had never even started? At least not in the way he was implying. Not how Rob would mean it if he was speaking to Laura. 

She knew he was teasing her, acting the part of a hurt husband, but still… 

Picking up his shoes, she placed them on a shelf in the closet. Seeing his sweatshirt had been left on the bed, she sighed as she snatched it up to hang it in the closet.

The thrill is gone. 

Is that what he wants? she wondered, placing the sweatshirt on the hanger. A thrill? Something that isn’t who we are? Does he want to be someone else? For me to be someone else? Or is it our thrill that’s gone? 

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder said, poking his head around the corner. 

“Jesus Christ, Mulder,” she said, dropping his sweatshirt and looking at him in exasperation. 

“Sorry,” he said, tapping his fingers against the doorjamb. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Yeah, well,” she huffed, picking up the sweatshirt and hanging it with a bit more force than was needed. “Did you need something?”

“It’s still early,” he said rather sheepishly and she raised her eyebrows, waiting. “I know I won’t be sleeping anytime soon. You wanna watch a movie or something?” 

She stared at him, crossing her arms and drawing in a breath. 

“You don’t have to, but-” 

“No, I…” she said with a quick nod. “I will.” 

“I mean I don’t know what’s on, but…” 

“It’s still early,” she finished and he nodded, tapping his fingers on the doorjamb again. “Maybe we could see what’s inside that gigantic basket Pat gave us.” He grinned and she attempted to smile back, but her skin felt tight. She touched her face and nodded. “You go open it, I’ll wash this off and join you.”

“You got it, Mrs. Petrie.” 

“Shut up,” she said, pushing him out of her way as she walked to the bathroom. She heard him laughing as he left the room and she smiled slightly. 

Ten minutes later, she walked into the kitchen to find the contents of the entire basket laid on the counter as Mulder looked at it dubiously. 

“Nothing good?” she asked and he sighed. 

“I don’t know. It’s all so… frou frou-y.”

“Frou frou?” she teased. 

“Yeah. They’re not brands I recognize. Look at this one, what’s that name? I can’t make it out. Solare’s? Sss… Salane’s? I can’t tell.” 

“They’re crackers,” she said, looking at the box and then at him. “Take them, the salami, and that cheese and I’ll grab a knife and a plate.” 

“The wine too, or no?” he asked and she shook her head with a slight frown. 

“No, the wine at dinner made me feel… I don’t know. I don’t want any. But you go ahead if you want.” 

“Nah. It’s not exactly my first choice, especially this one from… Zairess? Seriously, what is this? Where did Pat get these things?” 

“Probably some hoity toity shop somewhere. Gotta keep up with those appearances, right?” she asked as she opened cupboards and drawers searching for what she needed. 

“I would hate to live in a place like this,” he said and she snorted. “No shit,” she said, rolling her eyes. Shaking her head, she finally found what she was looking for and grabbed a large plate and a sharp knife. 

“But you wouldn’t mind it.” 

“Living somewhere where neighbors help each other out? That’s not so bad.” 

“But dinners at their house? Tuna casserole dinners, Scully? ZZ Top wine?” He gestured to the bottle he had put back into the basket and she laughed. “From the finest little shop in San Diego, but still…” His eyes widened and he stepped backward out of the kitchen as she followed. 

“At least the tuna was dolphin safe,” she deadpanned and he grunted. 

“Not as safe in my stomach. It definitely did not agree with me.” 

“Proper food can have that effect on a body used to only eating takeout and microwave dinners.” 

“Are you knocking my frozen meatloaf meals, Scully? How can you when it’s made for hungry men like me?” 

She laughed again as they sat down on the couch and she set the plate and knife on the coffee table. He added the salami and cheese, opening the box of crackers and then the bag inside. Placing some on the plate, he picked one up and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. 

“Not terrible,” he stated, chewing again. “But definitely dry. I’ll go get us some water.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed with a nod as she opened the salami and began slicing pieces of it and laying them beside the crackers. 

Mulder came back and snatched a piece as he set the glasses of ice water on the coffee table. 

“Hmm. That’s good. Zany Tony makes a good salami.” 

Scully laughed as she opened the cheese and started slicing it. 

“Who makes this cheese?”

“It said Wandering Willows Farm on the package.” 

“The fuck it did,” he laughed, reaching for the wrapper and looking at it. “Tira’s Cheese. Tira.” He looked at her and shook his head as he dropped it back onto the coffee table. “Your name was better.” 

“If I ever decide to throw all this away,” she said, waving the knife to indicate the room at large. “I’ll become a cheese maker and call it Wandering Willows, just for you.” 

“It’s a solid plan. People do love cheese.” He tried to take a slice, but she stopped him by blocking his hand. 

“I have a sharp knife in my hand. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

“But, Scullyyyy,” he whined. “Tuna casserole.” She shook her head and snorted out a laugh. “With white wine, need I remind you.” 

“No,” she said with a shiver. “You don’t need to remind me. I think Tira’s vineyard made that wine too.” 

“Ha!” he exclaimed, bumping her with his shoulder and laughing quietly. “Cheese and wine. You’ll have some stiff competition at ol’ Wandering Willows.” 

“I can take her,” she said, finishing with the cheese and setting the knife down. 

Picking up two slices of cheese, she handed him one. They nodded as they tried it, watching each other as they chewed. 

“It’s… cheese,” he stated and she nodded in agreement. “It’s not bad.” 

“But it’s not great.” 

“Better than tuna casserole.” 

“Hell yes it is,” she said, reaching for another piece as well as a cracker and a piece of salami. “Let’s see how all three are together.” 

He prepared a cracker for himself and they nodded once again as they took a bite. 

“Oh, that’s good. Much better as a combo,” he said, shoving the rest of it into his mouth. 

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Much better.” 

“Does it need mustard? I think there’s a jar of Zoreli’s in that basket. Or Tortoroni’s Tangy Mustard.” 

“Is it Zoreli’s and Sons? Because I really prefer that brand over just Zoreli’s.” 

He laughed as he began stacking the salami and cheese onto another cracker and she smiled as she did the same. 

“Wandering Willows will have to speak to the Zoreli’s about an exclusive deal to work with them.” 

“It’s in the bag. One of my employees is sleeping with the boss of the Zoreli family. They made an offer they couldn’t refuse,” she said in her best Brando voice and he choked on his cracker when he started laughing. 

He reached for his glass of water, choking and sputtering, as she thumped him on his back and chuckled softly. 

“Scully,” he said in a strained voice after he had taken a few large drinks, shaking his head and coughing as he laughed again. 

“You want into the Willows… you’re then in until you die.” 

“Or you’re given a pair of cement shoes,” he said with another cough. 

“Meh…” she said with a shrug. “You gotta protect the family.” 

“I never knew the cheese/wine/mustard business had such a dark side.” 

“Why do you think you don’t recognize the brands we’re eating tonight? The others…” She ran her thumb slowly across her throat and his eyes widened. “We don’t play at the Willows.” 

He smiled slowly, shaking his head as he stared at her. She smiled back and then looked at the television. 

“Are we still going to watch a movie?” 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling as he set his glass down and reached for the remote. “Yeah, we are.” 

He flipped through the channels until he landed on something, glancing at her for her approval. She nodded, not really caring what they watched. He set the remote down and made up another cracker to eat. 

They watched the movie in near silence, eating their snack and drinking their water. 

But every once in a while, he glanced at her and shook his head as he laughed through his nose. She smiled and shrugged, an entire conversation being spoken without saying a word. 

What do you think now, Mulder? she thought, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Is our thrill still gone? Do you-?

“Is being bedfellows the only way into a place of employment at Wandering Willows?” he asked, pulling her from her thoughts. 

“Not always,” she said, carefully considering her words. “All options for employment are taken into consideration.” 

“So if it’s beneficial to the farm…” 

“Or if the person is just really good looking…” she said with a shrug and he smiled. 

“And they own a mustard farm…” 

“Or a fruit farm. We’re always looking to expand. And if we can lock down jellies… well…” She sucked air in through her teeth and he threw his head back as he laughed. 

Yeah, she thought with a smile. The thrill is definitely still there.

[baronessblixen]

O Holy No (5/10)

Today's prompt: secret Santa faux pax

Summary: Scully and Mulder make it to her apartment but… something feels off. (wc: 1,701)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Their cab drive home to her apartment might have been the most awkward moment she and Mulder have ever shared. Neither knew what to say. Whenever they caught the other one glancing over, they giggled, blushed, and looked away again. They held hands until his got too sweaty and he let go to covertly wipe it on his pants. Their cab driver, if he spared them any thought, must have believed they’d only recently met each other.

Mulder’s hand landed on the small of her back when they got out and walked into her apartment building. The snow had stopped by then and merely a few flurries remained.

The elevator ride upstairs felt just as stinted and Scully began to wonder if maybe they’d made a mistake after all. Inside her apartment, it was warm and she asked Mulder for his coat, the smell of cold winter air and their first kiss woven into the fabric. She closed her eyes, breathing it in, convinced Mulder wouldn’t notice. Except he had. She had blushed, offered him a coffee, and disappeared into the kitchen. And that’s where she still is, hiding.

“Must be entertaining,” Mulder says, walking into the kitchen, startling her. He points at the coffee machine, where the dark liquid slowly drips into the glass carafe. “Is it okay if I join you?” His smile is disarming and welcome, so she nods. They stand side by side, watching the machine work its magic. Silence settles over them again, uncomfortably. Scully wrings her hands, trying desperately to think of something to say. There are days when they talk with their mouths open, half chewing their lunch because there is so much to say. Now, after their first kiss, when there should be nothing but elation, there’s only this.

“I should have gotten you a new coffee machine,” Mulder says, and Scully turns around, slapping his chest in the process.

“Gifts!” she exclaims. “We can exchange gifts like we were… we were going to do that last night.”

“Um, I didn’t think of bringing it with me,” he admits, touching his neck and giving her a sheepish look.

“I can wait,” she says softly and for the first time in a while, she feels normal around Mulder. She touches his wrist and the same electricity she experienced earlier today rushes through her. Her eyes find his and once more, all her worries evaporate. Only Mulder has that effect on her. The anxiety falls from her shoulders and she finds herself laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, sounding amused.

“This,” she says, gesturing between them. “Come on. Let’s do something that feels normal.”

“I hate to break this to you, Scully, but no one would describe either of us as normal,” he jokes, his breath tickling her neck because he’s that close.

“Shush now,” she says, taking his hand and dragging him into the living room. The Christmas lights bathe him in a soft, golden hue and she catches herself losing focus for a moment. He’s grinning, removing a small Santa hat from one of the reindeer figures she’s displaying on her mantle and putting it on his head.

“I’m ready for my present,” he says, sitting on the couch with his hands folded in his lap. She wonders if that’s what he looked like as a child. Curious and excited to unwrap a treasure. The thought warms her heart. And it breaks it, too. One day he lost it. The excitement vanished from his eyes much like his sister had. Yet, here he is, his eyes once more full of wonder and happiness.

“I, um, have three,” she says, blushing slightly. She reaches for one that she’s put under the Christmas tree. It’s the one she was going to give him yesterday. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” he says with a sweet smile before he tears the wrapping paper. The smile on his face never leaves, not even when he sees what she got him. He laughs out loud, unfolding the tie with the tiny alien heads on it.

“They’re gray,” Scully says.

“I can see that,” Mulder replies, his finger tracing the heads. “I love it, Scully. I can’t wait to wear it at work. Skinner is gonna love this.” He lifts his head and she sees that his joy is genuine. It’s one of two silly gifts she got him. She’s not sure she’s quite ready to give him the other one yet. Lost in thought, she barely notices him leaning over and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. This isn’t the first time he does this, but it’s the first time his lips linger. Her eyes fall shut and her lips seek out his, craving the connection. They don’t need to talk. They’ve had seven years of verbal foreplay. Now it’s all about this.

When his hand sneaks under her sweater, she shivers and moans into his mouth. He said he didn’t bring her any presents. She begs to differ. This here – him – is the only present she wants and needs. And she can’t wait any longer. She breaks off their kiss, temporarily mesmerized seeing his lush lips she’s just tasted, and which he licks.

Scully tugs at his sweater, begging him to help her. He’s just as eager as she is and his sweater comes off. As soon as it’s gone, her mouth is back on his, and her hands are on his naked stomach where his undershirt has ridden up. Her hand is on its way to his jeans when the doorbell rings. Their mouths come apart and they stare at each other, their hair as wild as their eyes.

“Are you expecting someone?” Mulder asks her and she shakes her head.

“My mom isn’t going to be here until tomorrow morning.”

The doorbell rings again and Scully uses Mulder's shoulder to get up from the couch. She gets on tiptoe to look through the peephole and gasps when she sees who it is.

“It’s Skinner,” she whispers, panic in her voice and on her face.

“What is he doing here?” Mulder gets up and joins her, checking the peephole just in case. The doorbell rings again and they both startle.

“You need to hide,” Scully says.

“Why? We’re not doing anything.” She tilts her head and gives him a look. “Well, we're not doing it at work.”

“You really want to greet Skinner with that erection, Mulder?” They both look at the prominent bulge in his pants and finally, he relents.

“Fine,” he grumbles and she watches him disappear into her bedroom. Only when she’s sure he’s hidden does she open the door, hoping she looks presentable.

“Sir,” she says, faking a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he says, sounding serious and Scully’s heart plummets. “Can I come in? It won’t take long.” She closes the door behind Skinner and hopes Mulder will behave for another five minutes.

“May I ask what this is about?”

“It’s a somewhat delicate topic.” Skinner clears his throat and she notices the small bag he has in his hand. “As you know, the FBI has organized a Secret Santa.”

“I know,” she says slowly. She was his Secret Santa. She got him a bottle of expensive whiskey, not knowing what else to get him. But how did he find out the gift was from her?

“Well, I know they are supposed to be secret but… I think there was a slight mix-up.” He reaches into the bag and takes out a very familiar garment.

Oh, fuck.

“I don’t think this was supposed to be for me.” And he’s right. He hands her the pair of boxer shorts that she got for Mulder. They’re a deep forest green with a few paw tracks on them and the word “Sascrotch”. She thought it was funny and she knew Mulder would, too.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she says, trying to hide the shorts away from sight. “I don’t know how this could have happened. Wait… that means your actual present is still here.” She throws the shorts behind the couch, unable to look at them any longer, and grabs another present from under her tree.

“This is for you.” He is reluctant to take it from her. “I promise it’s the right one this time.” She’s crimson, her whole face on fire. So is Skinner’s.

“Thank you, Agent Scully.” Ever the polite Walter S. Skinner. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, Sir.” She opens the door for him and luckily, he seems just as happy to be leaving.

“And Merry Christmas to you, too, Mulder,” he says a bit louder. Scully thinks she might start hyperventilating. She finds she can’t say anything or deny Mulder’s presence so she just puts on another smile and gently but firmly ushers him out of her apartment. When the door falls shut, Mulder peeks his head out of her bedroom.

“You think he knew I was here?” He’s grinning. “Hey, it’s okay, Scully.” He walks towards her, taking her into his arms. “I think he knew about us before even we knew.”

“It’s not even that, it’s- it’s the gift.”

“What gift?” So he hasn’t heard everything.

“There was a mix-up with the Secret Santa gifts,” she says, walking to the couch and picking up the discarded boxer shorts. “I got Skinner a whiskey bottle but I must have confused it with your other gift.”

“What is it?” Mulder is too curious to stay away.

“Please keep in mind it was supposed to be funny.” Scully hands him the shorts and watches his face as it turns into a beautiful grin.

“’Sascrotch’?” He beams at her. “Thank you, Scully.” He leans forward and kisses her softly. No corners this time, but fully on the lips. It ignites her fire again, making her quickly forget about Skinner. “Do you want me to model it for you?” Mulder asks with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Later,” she says quietly, kissing him again. She takes his hand and leads him back into her bedroom. Before she sees him in those boxer shorts, she wants to see him without any clothes at all.

[scullysexual]

fictober day 2 | m | this list | ao3 | @today-in-fic | @xffictober2023

Oh it would be so easy to slip the clothing that separates them down, for him to slide into her. To actually have sex felt like too much of a commitment, too big a step forward, she wanted it to be more than just a quick rut on the couch- as pathetic as that sounded. Besides this- the way he moves slowly against her core- to change this all of a sudden might mean they’ll both wake up and stop. [Mulder and Scully partake in some dry humping]

Day 2: Dry Humping.

The movie had ended ages ago, she was supposed to leave ages ago yet instead Scully finds herself laid back on the couch, limbs all tangled, a tongue down her throat and its owner laying on top of her.

She wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

Mulder was hard. She could feel it even through the many layers of clothing. Even she was feeling the effects of their make-out session and the way he was grinding so perfectly against her centre.

Oh it would be so easy to slip the clothing that separates them down, for him to slide into her. To actually have sex felt like too much of a commitment, too big a step forward, she wanted it to be more than just a quick rut on the couch- as pathetic as that sounded. Besides this- the way he moves slowly against her core- to change this all of a sudden might mean they’ll both wake up and stop.

“Will you stay tonight?” he asks, his lips against hers. He asks her this every Friday. They’ll be no funny business, he sometimes adds. I’ll even sleep on the couch. And each time she has an excuse. I have to finish that report, or, My mother’s coming round. She was telling him the truth each time but none of those things stopped her from staying over necessarily.

“Yes,” she answers taking the chance. And maybe it was because enough time has passed, maybe it was the fact that they were responsible, mature adults who could spend the night simply existing next to each other. Or maybe it was the way he was grinding on her, the pressure and feeling making her brain all fuzzy that influences her answer.

“Oh my god,” he whispers in awe. His hands yank at her hips, pulling her even closer. Scully yelps which turns into a sigh and then a moan as he presses himself even harder against her. There was no ignoring what they were doing now, no pretending that they were simply kissing.

It happens all of a sudden. She feels the pressure building before she explodes, softly, almost like snowfall or very light rain. Her body stiffens and she clutches him a little closer, hanging on.

She just came, she thinks.

Mulder has also stiffened in her arms. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was supposed to leave.

A hot redness creeps over her cheeks and neck.

“Um…” she says, lost for what to say, sitting up. Mulder moves automatically. She chances a look at his face and it seems to be one of shock.

“I’m sorry,” she says, feeling a sudden need to get out of here. With enough space cleared, she is able to stand and she begins heading towards his front door. “I’ll- I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Scully—”

But she is gone before he can utter another word. Mortified and embarrassed for reasons she can’t explain she runs as far away from Mulder’s apartment as fast as she can.

[xffictober24]

Fictober 2023

Time for this blog to be reborn. If you're in the xf fandom and are participating in fictober this year then please tag this blog in your posts as we'll be less likely to miss them and your fic will be reblogged :)

[lady-ashfade]

Blank bingo card! I used this for my fictober card and decided to give you guys the fully blank in case you wanted to use it. Tag me if you use it because I’d love to see what you’ll be doing!

[bungoustraypups]

Fictober Day 6: "I can't wait for you." Rimbaud/Verlaine (BSD)

@fictober-event

Prompt number: 6 - "I can't wait for you."

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Coma, Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Notes: ever since reading stormbringer a few months back i've had thoughts on how to fit the pre-15 arc events into bspverse and this fic is the beginning of that! this fic is set during what would be like... the events right after chuuya was taken from the facility. except this is in BSPverse, so paul & arthur never fought over chuuya but the explosion still happened. hence the coma arthur is in

Words: 353

Arthur Rimbaud has been in a coma now for two weeks, five days, ten hours, and thirty-five minutes, and not once during that time has Paul Verlaine - his husband of barely a month prior to that incident occuring - left his side. Even now, he sits next to Arthur's hospital bed with both of his trembling hands wrapped tightly around his husband's single one, his head resting on the cot next to him as he stares with empty eyes.

To say that he is "sad" would be to severely underestimate and misunderstand Paul's feelings. There is no word strong enough in any of the languages he knows to describe how he feels. After all...

Arthur is the only link to his humanity that he has left. He is the only person who can affirm what little scraps of it he has within him, the only one who can prove to him that he is more than just lines of code, arranged in a believable-enough humanoid shape.

The heart monitor beeps monotonously, serving as a hollow metronome. Paul's grip tightens on Arthur's hand.

"...I know that- the statistics say, there is only a 2% chance that you will come back to me," he says. His voice is heavy and rusted from disuse (he hasn't spoken much over the past two weeks, five days, ten hours, and thirty-eight minutes, after all, as the one person he'd ever really spoken to of his own free will cannot respond to him), but he thinks now that there might be some therapeutic use in speaking to the man right by his side and yet so far away at the same time, anyway.

Paul swallows heavily. "Statistics are numbers which govern our lives, but they are numbers nonetheless. If there is anything you have taught me after all these years... it must be that humans are more than just numbers."

He tilts his head up just a little from its position on the bed.

"I cannot wait for you- to come back to me. To prove the numbers wrong- just as you have done to me so many times, before."

[sonnedeux]

INFORMACIÓN

Hi!

Tal vez esto quede en el olvido, pero quiero intentar llegar a más gente por aquí.

¡Hice mis propios Fictober/Flufftober/Angstober!

¿Es demasiado pronto para subirlos? SI, pero quiero que conforme pase las semanas (o meses), vayan llegando de a poco a la gente. Yo lo llamo una estrategia inteligente, aunque posiblemente no lo sea.

(espero que las etiquetas de abajo sirvan para eso)

En fin, aquí están:

Cualquiera que desee utilizarlos para escribir ¡está en libertad de hacerlo! solo que m gustaría que utilizaran las etiquetas correspondientes a cada uno, así puedo encontrarlos más fácil.

Cualquier duda que haya, pueden darla a conocer por aquí o por mi Wattpad (IndieGo0), donde soy más activo

¡Es todo, nos leemos en Octubre!

Recuerden que compartir es amar

[angelcaakees]

Prompt ;  “Do you even know what this means?”

Characters ; Cupid ( Divinetale!Sans) , Anteros (Divinetale!Papyrus), Neo ( Cyberweb!Sans )

Notes: So essentially i was minding my business and I ended up writing a fic with some of my OWN au sans characters. Im not very good at it or even really experienced but this got whipped up for Fictober day four (lets go inconsitant posting!!1!!1) Also to my knowladge there is a parktale au that someone made but we will just assume it exists and thats where they`re going.

" Do you even know what this means?"

Sitting on the living room couch, now PREVIOUSLY having been cozy and wrapped in blankets, Cupid was holding up her phone, the excitement palpable on her face as she showed her device to the younger skeleton. Anteros looked at the screen, squinting at the device and quite confused as he stared back at her. " I Do Not Know, But Surely You Could Explain It To Me!"

She leaned over on the couch, quickly scrolling through her phone with a broad grin stretched across her skeletal features. "So, you know how me and Neo have been planning to hang out, and you ALSO know how Neo told me the other day that if he didn't have to broadcast, then we would go to the theme park if he had extra time?" The older skeleton finally landed on something, opening up a post from what seemed to be the familiar dark skeleton apologizing to fans for what seemed to be an ` unknown reason ` . " Guess who's go—ing?"

Anteros blinked, processing the information before sitting up. "Oh! Make Sure You Drink Plenty Of Water And Stay Hydrated! Actually, Actually–!" Anteros stood up and Seemed to walk off to his room rather quickly, coming back downstairs after a few minutes with a small backpack that seemed to have Mad Mew Mew plastered over the front of it… likely a gift from Alphys. 

" I Packed Two Water Bottles, A Small Tissue Pack, An Extra Pair Of Shoes, A Electrolyte Drink, And A Few Other Goodies! Make Sure That You Two Stop And Refresh While You Walk! Call Me If Anything Weird Happens! " The skeleton rambled out different precautions, before finally handing Cupid the bag. 

Examining the bag, Cupid's gaze looked back up at Anteros. It made her realize just how compassionate the other skeleton was. She let out a quiet chuckle.

" You know what? We'll have to have a family trip one day. Just the two of us! "

[ocean-sands]

Fictober 2023 - Day 2

Prompt number: 2 - Don't worry, I got you

Original fiction: BEN

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

““I will never get used to this.” Athena and Maya walked in, still in awe at the sheer size of Dianna’s office. “It looks even better with stuff in it.”

“And this stuff looks expensive too,” said Maya. “Your bonus was enough to pay for all of this?”

“Oh, no,” I said as I stood up from my desk. “We each got a $4,000 stipend for furnishing our offices,” 

“Four thousand dollars?” Maya and exclaimed in unison.

“Actually, my bonus would be more than enough to cover furniture and more.”

“Oh, hell no,” said Maya. “I’m applying for that manager position as soon as I get back to my desk.”

“Most of the managers quit two weeks ago,” said Athena. “Why suddenly you’re interested in a promotion?”

“And Engineering still doesn’t have one. Besides, I don’t actually want to be a manager. I just want the money... and the office.”

I Rolled rolled my eyes. “Typical Maya.” I grabbed my purse and keys. “Let’s go. Lunch is on me today. I made a reservation.” The girls and I made our way to the elevator. 

“Again?” said Athena. “That’s the third time this week.”

“I don’t mind. I can afford it. Besides, pretty soon it will be Maya who will be buying us lunch.”

“Assuming I get the job.”

“Don’t worry, I got you. Let’s just say I know how to persuade our CEO.”

[lingeringmirth]

Fictober 2023 - day 31

Prompt: 29. "That's all? Easy." | Fandom: Stranger Things | Pairing: pre-steddie | Tags: alpha/omega, omega steve harrington, alpha eddie munson, steve has bad parents, intersex omegas, periods

The too-empty house echoed with the ringing of the doorbell, but before Steve could get off of the couch, Eddie was already letting himself in.

‘Stevie?’

Steve felt himself feel a bit better by his closeness, even if Eddie’s presence didn’t magically make the cramps go away. He whimpered a little as he felt the muscles tighten and release, the painkillers seeming to do fuck all to dull the pain. 

Then Eddie was there. He was kneeling by the sofa, pushing Steve’s hair out of his face and looking at him so very gently. Alpha whispered in Steve’s head, intermingled with comfort and safety.

‘Hi, sweetheart,’ Eddie said, voice as welcome and soothing as it had been on the phone earlier. ‘What do you need?’

Steve didn’t resist the instinct to press his cheek against the hand still hovering near his face and sighing as Eddie cupped it, rubbing his thumb under Steve’s eye even when he’d not really been crying and there were no tears to wipe away. Steve made a soft, chirping noise that was all omega, a noise his parents would have berated him for, had they been present, his mother would have thrown a fit over seeing him cramping on the sofa instead of his bedroom, because anyone might see and it was not done.

‘You, just need you.’

‘That’s all? Easy. You have me.’

Steve sucked in a breath as that, and the woodsmoke autumn scent of Eddie enveloping him, felt like a promise, a declaration. ‘Alpha…’ slipped past his lips instead of Eddie’s name as his omega was doing cartwheels inside his head, crooning matematemate. He shook his head a little to clear it, blushed as he saw Eddie’s wide grin and his pretty doe eyes so close, their brown bleeding into red. The deep rumble rising from deep within Eddie’s chest made Steve’s toe curl and his whole body shiver, even want a little, despite him not feeling at all in the mood.

‘Omega…’ Eddie said, making it sound like lover, my precious, mine. It sounded like finality and a start, which it was, as an alpha providing for their future mate was one form of courtship, though one which most knot-head alpha’s didn’t bother with. But here was Eddie, coming to Steve when he called, ready to be there for him even when Steve felt decidedly wretched and a little bit disgusting, if he was being entirely honest with himself.

Steve wanted to kiss Eddie something fierce just then, but didn’t.

Eddie kept kneeling by the sofa where Steve had curled up with his blanket, hot-water bottle and his misery and he just looked at Steve and waited for him. Steve had never gotten that from anyone, not even the kids, not his parents (of course not) and had never expected to have it in this context, not even after he and Eddie had started to flirt in earnest and come closer and closer to courting each other, it seemed Eddie had just been waiting for Steve’s move.

‘Eddie,’ Steve finally said, voice caught in a gasp, wobbling a little as his hormones assaulted him with expected emotionality, enhanced by the presence of Eddie’s alpha pheromones, his heart swelling with happiness they were here, finally.

‘Sweetheart…’ Eddie sighed. ‘What do you need?’

‘You.’ Steve didn’t care he was blushing.

‘I got that, can you be a little bit more specific. I’ll kneel here for the rest of the day if you want, even if my knees will stage a riot at some point, but I’m guessing you might want something else?’

Steve bit his lower lip and huffed, his thought from before coming back. ‘Want you in my nest with me.’

‘You want me in your nest with you?’ Eddie sounded strangled and his eyes were edging towards red again, his scent interested.

Steve blushed. ‘To cuddle, no shenanigans. I’m gross.’

‘Oh, babe, you’re not gross. Periods are a natural bodily function.’

Steve wrinkled his nose. ‘It’s my natural bodily function so I’m allowed to call it gross if I want.’

‘Fair. So. Cuddles?’

‘Yeah. Maybe a nap if I can manage it.’

Eddie grinned again, patted the cheek he’d been cupping and sprang to his feet, the he noffered Steve a hand up. ‘Lead the way, princess.’

Steve got up, grimacing a little as he felt a gush. He was thankful that Eddie had the manners to not say anything about the scent of blood or make a face about it, which some alpha’s did, complaining that omegas shouldn’t be allowed in polite society during their bleed, which was such utter bullshit in Steve’s opinion. ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Need a detour to the bathroom.’ he handed the hot water bottle, now no longer warm, to Eddie. ‘Can you refill that with hot water, please? Just from the tap is fine.’

‘Sure.’

They went their separate ways for a bit and met at the foot of the stairs, where Steve took Eddie’s hand and led him upstairs.

Steve still could scarcely believe that Eddie was letting him take the lead, his omega preened at how well he’d chosen, an alpha who didn’t need to control him, who respected him, who wanted to care for him, let him have agency in his own life. And who was willing to be there even through times like these, not just the heats.

At the door to his bedroom, they stopped and Steve breathed in and then out. Eddie didn’t say anything, but didn’t let go of his hand, either. He waited.

Steve pushed open the door and led Eddie to his nest. Eddie had already taken his shoes and leather jacket off, Steve was in soft yellow sweater and dark green sweatpants matched with wool socks, as his toes got easily cold even at the best of times.

Eddie coughed a little behind him as they stared at Steve’s nest, where Eddie’s old battle vest had pride of place among all the other pieces of clothing belonging to the pups and Steve, not a single stitch of clothing belonging to the Harrington’s senior were included.

‘I hope you don’t mind,’ Steve said, feeling bashful.

‘Not at all…’ there was a possessive undercurrent to Eddie’s voice. ‘Just thought that it got lost in the Upside Down, is all.’

‘Ah, no… as you can see.’

They were silent for a bit and then Eddie spoke.

‘So, how do you want to do this cuddling thing?’

Steve couldn’t look at Eddie as he laid it out. ‘I’d like to be the little spoon, that way I can still have the hot water bottle against my stomach and you at my back… shielding me.’ He was sure his face was flaming red.

Eddie shifted beside him, coughed a little, scent spiking with want that was stamped down as quickly as it surfaced. ‘Sounds good.’

They finally had to stop holding hands as Steve settled down in the nest, followed by Eddie, but the alpha linked their fingers again as soon as he could.

Eddie was draped all across Steve’s back, fitting perfectly, and Steve had never felt so safe and cared for. As an alpha, Eddie also ran hotter, so that was beyond lovely. Steve snuggled closer to him with a contented sigh, he had made the right call, phoning him, for tonight and… what would come next.

‘This what you wanted?’ Eddie asked, his breath tickling Steve’s neck.

‘Yes…’ Steve answered, starting to drift off already, unsurprising after his restless night, purring in contentment at how right it felt to do so and be in Eddie’s embrace. ‘Everything I wanted, right here.’

And it was.

[reluctant-mandalore]

Fictober Day 2: Dancing

After a job Boba and Ann go to celebrate at a cantina. Ann is into dancing, Boba is into watching.

Warnings: established relationship (sort of its complicated), alcohol consumption, references to sex (none is actually described or shown), fluff, flirting, set pre-sarlacc, soft boba, hint of jealous Boba, aro4aro relationship, not beta read Pairing: Boba Fett x Original Character (oc: Anneliese LeClaire) Wordcount: 3,433 a/n: "hey cy did you know its December-" shhhh time is an illusion. And I am slowly working back into writing more often (mental illness is a bitch). Also this is my first time actually posting a fic for Ann and Boba. Sometime next year I would like to finally begin posting the official longfic I've been working on for them, but till then y'all will get some one shots here and there. Important things to note: Ann and Boba are both written as aro and they're in an aro4aro relationship. Ann is taller (5'10) then Boba, I wrote Boba as being 5'7 (based off Temuera's height). This one shot is also set pre-sarlacc, some years before he falls in. Ok thats it. Enjoy boba being soft and sweet with ann. :3 Translations: Mesh'la = Beatuiful, Permacrete = concrete

The cantina has an awful smell. It’s an atrocious blend of booze and sweat that makes his nose scrunch with disgust. Though the music is somehow worse. It's too loud in his ears, blasting its obnoxious tunes while the colourful lights above flash to its beat. This place is more of a nightclub than a regular old cantina in his opinion. Neither of which he really enjoys on a good day if he’s honest, but still he sits there anyway. A cup of whiskey is in his hand, and his helmet set to the side, while his eyes are trained on nothing but her. 

Ann is on the dance floor. There’s a smile on her face, and her own drink in hand. Her body moves and sways to the tunes almost naturally. Weaving among the others on the floor like there’s nowhere else she belongs.

 She almost seems to thrive here. Unlike him who seems out of place, and preferring to sit in a dark corner at a lonely table. He just doesn’t understand the appeal that places like this give. He really isn’t a fan of blaring music and sweaty bodies in his personal space bumping together. Unless it's among the sheets at least—and even that he’s only fond of sometimes. 

It doesn’t take long for someone to take an interest in her. Someone other than Boba of course. Someone always does when they come to these places. And he can feel himself pause mid-sip, as he watches the person move in closer to her. A bit too close for his liking. The two of them begin to dance together rather than alone, and he can’t help but watch a little more intensely now as they do. A pit of jealousy bubbling in his gut that he tries his best to ignore.

 Boba knows he could just look away. Knows he doesn’t have to watch. Knows he has no reason to be jealous. Dancing like this means nothing to Ann. She barely even lets the other person in close enough touch. But despite the jealousy he fails miserably to keep back, there’s also something he finds enjoyable in watching her dance. He’s not even sure what it is. Maybe it has to do with how the lights reflect in her eyes as she laughs, or how beautiful her body moves with the others around her. But maybe, it is sometime else entirely. 

Maybe it's because as he watches, he imagines it's him dancing with her instead. 

Ann notices him watching, because of course she does, and she gives a smile. A teasing, but tiny grin, that's meant for him alone. It's a look that calms his envious thoughts, and leaves him suddenly feeling hot under his armor. The bit of jealousy he had fading into a rolling wave of desire. He almost smiles back. Almost. But he takes another sip of his drink instead. Let’s the bittersweet taste settle on his tongue to try and wash away his thoughts. 

It doesn’t really work of course. Boba goes back to watching. Goes back to wondering—dreaming—about what it would be like if he was the one with her instead. He can’t seem to stop himself. Can’t stop the thoughts of how he’d look out there with her. How close she’d be to him. How breathtaking she looks. It's all swarming there in his head. A never ending tumble of thoughts and emotions that keeps him captivated with her. 

At some point the person dancing with her leans closer to whisper in her ear, and suddenly he finds himself fighting off the subtle burn of jealousy again. He doesn’t even need to hear their words to know what they’re asking of her. He can’t even blame them for trying their luck, because he knows if he was in their position he would do the same. He’d honestly be surprised if they didn’t try to get Ann to come home with them that night. Not after how gorgeous she looked dancing in the nightclub lights. 

Though unlike them, at least he knows he would actually have a chance. And that thought alone is what keeps him seated in place. Helps the jealousy fade again. Reminds him that he doesn't have to worry. Not with Ann. It makes him go back to just simply watching. Waiting for the answer from her that he already knows is coming. 

Ann seems to say something back to them. Something he can’t quite make out, but he figures it out quickly when the dance partner finally looks his way. He almost wants to laugh at the face they make. Their smug grin drops immediately and the colour drains from their face. Most do once they realize just who exactly she’s with. His name carries weight, and if they don’t know him by name, they know him by face. Well. Helmet. And he’s made sure that trusty bucket of his is still clearly in sight. 

The rumours about them have become more prevalent as of late too. People have begun to learn about Ann and Boba being… together. So to speak. The longer they worked alongside each other, the quicker the whispers among the criminal world about them being a couple had spread. Rumours about how they were more than just work partners catching before either could stop them in their place. 

Boba doesn’t know how he feels about it all. At the start he hated them. Found Ann pretty annoying. Found the whispers about them together even more annoying. She was just a work partner. A skilled bounty hunter who he respected, and found he could deal with despite the irritability she caused. That was it. That's all they were. 

Now it’s different of course. They’re a thing, but they’re also not a thing. Neither of them really know what they are to the other person. Especially not Boba. Most people would probably consider them lovers, and in a sense he supposes they are right to think so, but lovers feel almost too formal. But just friends? That seems to be too little. And just work partners at this point was just insulting. The bond they shared simply couldn’t be explained as being romantic or platonic. It was different. Unique. Something he hadn’t ever had with another person before. 

Boba doesn’t really know what they are, but whatever it is makes Ann his, and makes him theirs. And he supposes that’s all that really matters. At least to them. To him. 

The person Ann was with has vanished by the time he looks back, and she’s already returning to the table. Sliding into the seat across from him, with her cheeks flushed and a little grin on her face. “You scared away my dance partner.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gives her a little smile in return, and taps his finger on the table. “I’ve just been here minding my business, and sipping at my drink.” 

She only hums at first. Stealing his cup right from out of his hands before taking a sip herself. He doesn’t really mind. He can’t really when he sees how her nose scrunches at the taste. A deep chuckle leaving him at the sight. 

“Whiskey? Again?” She grumbles. Disgusted. 

“Of course.” 

“You need better taste.” She lets him take the glass back, as he hums amused at her words. 

“I think my taste is just fine.” He murmurs, glancing over the rim of the drink to flicker his gaze over her form, before he goes and takes another sip. She doesn’t seem to notice his once over, or if she does she doesn’t say so. “You all tired out?” 

“I think I have a few more songs left.” 

“Want me to get you another drink then?” He offers, and she agrees with a nod. He waves down a waiter. Orders another one for both of them. Something sweet and just barely alcoholic for her. She’s had more than enough to drink tonight, and he’s thankful she doesn’t seem to protest at the choice he makes. When he’s done and the waiter leaves he turns back to her. “Anything else I can do for you, mesh’la?” 

The nickname rolls off easily from his tongue. She doesn’t know what it means, or at least he believes she doesn’t seem to know. He wouldn't be able to bare the thought if she did. Doesn’t think he could ever handle the teasing she’d subject him to if she found out he’s been calling her beautiful this whole time. He’d honestly rather die than have to deal with that. 

She seems to consider his words for a moment, before finally leaning forward to rest on her arms. Her smile bright, and almost suggestive. “Well, you could come dance with me?”

It’s a question they’re both familiar with. One she always makes sure to ask when they’re out together and she’s in a dancing mood. Though his answer never seems to change. No matter how many times they come to these places, and no matter how desperately they both want him to say yes, his reply is always the same. Always. 

“No.” He shakes his head, glancing down to his almost empty drink to avoid her gaze. He really needs another with the night they’re having. “You know I don’t dance.” 

She hums again. Gives a little shrug. “Suit yourself.”

And that’s that. She’s not upset or mad. It’s just simple acceptance. An understanding that only she could ever seem to have for him. 

When the waiter comes back with what he ordered for them, she stays to drink a little with him. Chatting about this and that. Nothing really in particular. It isn’t until she’s done her drink where she goes to leave again. Standing, she leans in close to him. Catching him off guard. She kisses his cheek before he can begin to question her over it. Her lips grazing his ear as she whispers. 

“Enjoy the show Boba.” 

Then with that Ann is gone again. They’re back to the dance floor before he can say anything else. Not even giving him any chance to deny that he’s been watching her. He finds himself feeling warm under his layers again. His desire still flickering in his gut. And despite it all he does exactly as she says. He begins watching her again. He enjoys the show she puts on for him. Sipping at his drink and eyeing her up as she dances the night away. 

Thankfully it’s only a few more songs before they both leave. He wasn’t sure how much more he could have handled that place if he was being honest. Even if he was enjoying watching her. 

Ann and him walk back to the ship in a comfortable silence. Not a word to be exchanged. She’s leaning closer to him. Fingers brushing with his as they walk, but never daring to take his hands into hers. She would never do so in public. Always making sure to never overstep with him. Something he’s always more than appreciated. 

When they finally get back to the ship Bubbles the loth cat greets them happily. Meowing and rubbing against their legs, before Ann picks him up to coo at him. They both need to shower. So he lets her go first. He usually does. Sometimes they’ll shower together, but he doesn’t think he has the energy to deal with showering with Ann tonight. He has a feeling if he does it’ll end in more than just getting clean. And as fun as that can be, his exhaustion from their earlier job, combined with the alcohol raging through his system, is now proving much stronger. Maybe another night he’ll join her, but for now he just wants to relax. 

When she’s in the refresher, he starts his typical nighttime routine. He has a list of things he does before bed every day. Doesn’t feel good going to sleep unless he does it. He does a quick check of the supplies, looks at the status of the ship, and then makes sure everything is where it's supposed to be on board. Once satisfied with that he goes to his weapon racks and storage. Puts away most of what he has on him before moving on to his room to start removing his armor. Making sure to give Bubbles a pat on his head in passing. 

Once Ann is done it's his turn for a shower, and he couldn’t be happier for it. The warm water brings a much needed relief to his aching muscles, and the steam seems to clear his head. He can't help but stand there under the spray for a moment. He can still smell her soap in the air. It’s some type of flower. Rose, he thinks, though he can’t really be sure. He’s not exactly a floral expert after all. But whatever it may be is unmistakably her, and it has him wanting to finish cleaning himself quickly to join her  back in the other room. 

Ann is on his bed when he finally gets out. She sleeps more in here with him than she ever does in her own bunk now. She’s braiding her hair at the moment, and he can’t help but notice she’s wearing one of his shirts again. Bubbles is curled next to her on the bed. Already fast asleep. His soft little purrs echoing quietly in the room. 

He gets himself changed into some sleepwear. Just a simple shirt and pants. Doesn’t even bother to hide himself from her as he does. They both have already seen every inch of each other by this point. He doesn’t see the point in being shy now, and he can’t deny that he likes feeling her gaze shift to him as he dresses.

Boba spares her a glance over his shoulder, and she looks away. Acts as if she wasn’t just watching him change. It seems like he isn’t the only one who likes to watch the other, and he can’t help but smirk a little at the thought. He goes back to finishing his nightly routine after he’s done. Double checks that his armor and gear is stored away how he likes it, before doing his final round of the ship. It's like second nature at this point. The way he does this every night, and knows exactly how everything ought to be on board. 

When he's back in the room again she’s now resting much more comfortably on the bed. She’s leaned back against a pillow while on her datapad. Reading probably if he were to guess. She likes reading. Does so every night before sleeping. He doesn’t dare ask what it’s about. The last time he did he had to listen to her ramble about the creation and history behind permacrete for hours. And as much as he enjoys seeing how excited she gets to talk about these things with him, he can’t say he wants to listen to something like that again right before sleeping. 

Usually at this point he’d have her shift over so he can join her on the bed. It's kind of cramped if he’s honest. His sleeping compartment was clearly not meant for two people. They make it work though, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like getting to be snuggled closely to Ann every night. But tonight something stops him before he goes over. There’s a weird feeling in his gut. Like something just isn’t quite right. 

Boba mentally checks off everything from his routine in his head again. He hasn’t missed anything. Doesn’t think so at least. He never misses anything. But still he can’t shake that feeling. Ann must notice his unease too. She glances up at him from the datapad. Her brows creased as she eyes him. 

He decides to do another walkthrough. Maybe if he does he’ll figure out what’s wrong. But he doesn’t even get to the door of his room before he stops again. From the corner of the eye he’s caught sight of his stereo. It’s an old thing that he surprises that still works. He plays it sometimes when working around the ship. Glancing from it to Ann, who is once again back to reading whatever is on her datapad, seems to make everything click into place. Suddenly the weird feeling is beginning to make sense. 

Boba doesn’t really know what’s come over him, but before he can stop himself, he’s stepping over to the stereo to turn it on. The music is slow as it starts. It’s soft, gentle, and it’s nothing like what was playing at the cantina that night. It’s exactly what he needs though, and when he looks to her again to catch her gaze, he knows it's something she needed as well. 

She raises a brow at him with a little grin on her face. He doesn’t say anything. Neither does she. He just holds out a hand to her. A silent question that both of them already know the answer to. 

“I thought you didn’t dance.” She teases him, but still she takes his hand. Datapad already long forgotten on the bed. 

Boba only lets out a huff at her words as he pulls her close to his chest. His hands slip down to her hips, while her own go to rest on his forearm. He can’t help but give her a gentle squeeze, before they settle into the music easily. Swaying together to the beat, and bodies pressed flushed together. 

The two move like this for a while. Sometimes he twirls her, and she giggles, before he pulls her back in closely. Rocking with her to a gentle beat. At some point they both look at each other. Their noses brushing before their lips finally meet. The kiss is soft. It’s sweet. The thundering of his heart is so loud in his ears, and he briefly wonders if she can hear it too. Hopes she can’t, because if she can he would never live it down. He already knows that she would tease him mercilessly for the rest of his days. 

When they pull back from the kiss he allows his lips to trail down over her exposed skin. Kissing and nipping at her shoulder gently. He can’t help but nuzzle himself into the crook of her neck. Pressing another soft kiss along the scarred skin there as he does. Her shoulder quickly becoming a pillow for him to lay his head against, as he can’t help but slump against her. He feels so very tired, and she is so very comfy. His eyes are heavy, and his body is sore. He wants nothing more than to lay down with her in their bed, but he still finds himself not wanting to leave her embrace quite yet. 

“Someone's tired.” She whispers with a gentle hum. Her fingers coming to brush through his still damp hair. 

Boba can only seem to grunt in reply at first. They’re still dancing, though they sway more gently than before now. Only little rocking movements led by Ann that has him almost lulled to sleep against her shoulder right there. At some point they stop swaying altogether. Just standing there with him snuggled into her embrace as the music still plays softly in the background. 

Boba could spend the rest of his life here he thinks. Wrapped in Ann’s arms without a care in the Galaxy. Her toying with his hair and pressing sweet little kisses to his temple. In their arms he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Not clients or targets. Not the reputation he’s built and has to uphold. Here he isn’t Boba Fett, the fearsome and notorious bounty hunter. No, here with Ann he is just Boba. He’s just himself. And that is something he can only ever comfortably be with her. 

After some time there, Ann goes to pull away, but his grip holds fast. His arms around her tight. When he looks up to her he sees how she smiles again. It’s cheeky, and there’s a teasing glint to her eyes that makes him warm under her gaze.  

“A little longer.” He says quietly. Mumbling as he nuzzles back into her neck. “Please.” 

She only hums back at first. Presses another kiss to his temple as she does. So soft and sweet. Her voice coming out just barely above a whisper when she finally replies back to him. 

“A little longer.” 

And with those words from her they're swaying again.

[scullysexual]

fictober day 3 | m | this list | ao3 | @today-in-fic | @xffictober2023

But sometimes that caring and that gentleness could be stifling, sometimes she just wanted him to let go. [Scully wants to get tied up]

Day 3: Tied Up.

She doesn’t remember a time when he wasn’t gentle with her. Always caring, always looking out for her, putting her pleasure before his own. Even when he briefly lost control (if you could even call it that) he never did anything to hurt her and she loved him for it.

But sometimes that caring and that gentleness could be stifling, sometimes she just wanted him to let go.

And he did.

Her wrists are in agony. Her hands are pulled above her head, Mulder’s tight grasp wrapped around them, nails digging in. It hurt but in a good way. A very good way.

Scully liked the restraint, she liked the lack of control. When she tried to free her hands Mulder would only push on them harder, his hips slamming into her. It felt so good that even her orgasm is different- stronger, longer. She wanted that again. She wanted more.

He never did quite take her like that again. It was almost as if he’d realised just how harsh he’d been, they’re next sexual encounters were much more gentle in comparison. Scully knew that if she wanted to feel like that again, experience that again and more, she would have to be the one to bring it up.

“Mulder…?” she drawls, speaking slowly. They lay in the dark, spooned, happy and sated. “Are you still awake?”

“Hmm…”

It wasn’t much of an answer but at least it was a response.

“I wondered if I could ask you something?”

“Hmm…anything.” She feels a kiss against her shoulder, his breath shifting her hair.

“That other night…when you held my hands above my head…?”

She feels him tense behind her.

“Scully, I’m—” he starts to say, no hint of sleepiness in his voice now.

“No,” Scully cuts him off, reassuring him. “You didn’t…offend me. I suppose that’s the point.”

There’s a moments pause before he speaks again.

“What’s that point?” he asks.

She takes a deep breath then lets it out slowly. This is Mulder, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

“I liked it.” Despite herself she still speaks quietly. “I want that again,” she adds feeling brave. His hand clenches around her hip. “But I want you to use rope.”

Her heart beats a little faster as Mulder gives the ropes one last pull tight.

Being tied up in her bedroom on a Sunday night was never a place Dana Scully thought she’d find herself but here she was, exactly there. She feels herself flush.

“You definitely sure about this?” Mulder asks. He still leans over her.

“Yes Mulder,” Scully reassures him for the third time that night. “This was my idea. You don’t need to keep asking.”

He moves away from her but there’s still the look of unease in his eyes.

“What is it?” she asks, trying not to sound annoyed.

“It’s just…” He sighs then starts over. “I feel like you need a safe word.”

She looks at him confused. “What would I need a safe word for?”

“Sculleee,” he says, exasperated. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’re all tied up. You can’t go anywhere.”

“Good. That’s the point. Mulder, if I want you to stop I’ll just say stop.”

“You want stop to be your safe word?”

There was only one way out of this conversation.

“Sure.”

“If you say stop I’ll untie you as quick as I can.” He leans back over her, presses his lips to hers, and silences any argument that could come out of her which was fine by Scully. It was all perfunctory; she had no intention of stopping him.

His mouth makes its usual downwards path along her body, gently tickling her skin, taking some time to suck a nipple into his mouth and mull it over with his tongue. Scully wraps her fingers around the binds, using the rope as leverage to hold onto something, her hips moving to seek relief.

“You look really hot all tied up Scully,” he says, his head resting against her stomach, so close to where she wanted him.

Scully moans at his words, feeling herself become wetter. Mulder continues on right until his mouth is at her centre. Usually she’d hold onto him, let her fingers roam his hair while he ate her out. She was unable to do that and the thought makes her delirious.

His tongue touches her and there’s a sudden hot flash that explodes through her body. She tugs on the binds only resulting in them tightening even more. She moans louder.

“You’re so wet Scully,” Mulder says, pulling his mouth away and replacing his tongue with two fingers., spreading her open and pumping in and out of her hard.

The act has her seeing stars behind her eyes.

“If I’d known you’d get this wet, I’d have tied you up months ago,” Mulder is saying but she can’t be quite sure, the ringing in her ears getting louder and louder. She can feel herself approaching that peak, feels Mulder’s thumb rubbing back and forth across her clit, his encouraging words.

She explodes. And she forgets about the ropes.

She goes to reach forward, to grab hold of him and pull him to her but the ropes hold her back, snapping her arms back down. Her comes a second time immediately.

“Whoa, Scully!” Mulder yells. He’s pulled away from her now, is rooting somewhere away. Scully’s eyes remain closed, tongue running across her dry lips as she breathes heavily in and out, fingers flexing and unflexing around the binds.

The bed dips, Mulder has returned. There’s the sound of a faint buzz and then it is pressed against her centre.

Scully springs to life at the vibrations. They’re only on low, nothing that would overwhelm her or push her over the edge. She supposes it could be quite nice if her body wasn���t already overstimulated from two back to back orgasms in less than a second.

He pushes the vibrator inside her where the feeling intensifies. Scully moans.

“How’s that?” Mulder asks in a quiet voice.

“Good…” Scully half moans.

Mulder chuckles slightly then makes his way to the top of the bed. He brushes the hair from the side of her face, sticky with perspiration and runs his finger lightly across her cheek. Scully opens her eyes and sees Mulder’s hard cock. Her hands ache to touch it.

“Not too intense?” he asks, still talking about the vibrations.

She shakes her head.

“Good.”

He grabs hold of his cock and places it against her lips as an invitation. Scully opens her mouth, running her lips down the side of it before turning her head and taking him into her mouth.

“Fuck, Scully…” he breaths, his eyes closing.

The angle doesn’t give her much room to suck. The angle doesn’t give her much room for anything.

Mulder braces himself on her headboard, thrusting his hips back and forward as the head of his cock hits the inside of her cheek. The vibrations are still rippling through her body and Scully sees the remote that sits clutched in Mulder’s hand, his thumb over the button.

The vibrations increase. She moans around his dick. The vibrations increase some more. She tries to get the vibrator to go in deeper.

She wants him to move, to straddle her so she can take his dick properly but before she gets her chance to signal her desire he takes his cock out of her mouth, shuts the vibrator off, and moves it from her. He chucks it and the remote somewhere to the side and climbs over her. He lines himself up then pushes all the way in with one thrust.

Scully moans once more. Mulder grips her hips, pulls all the way out, waits a second, then pushes all the way in again. It’s slow and hard, he keeps this up a few more times before switching to a quicker pumps.

Her wrists and arms were starting to ache from being tied up for so long but she wasn’t ready for this to stop just yet.

“You think you can come again?” Mulder asks through gritted teeth.

“Touch my clit and we’ll find out.”

Mulder doesn’t wait, his fingers find her clit instantly and begins worrying the bud in little clockwise circles. Scully feels herself clenching hard around him before her orgasm explodes. Mulder follows her soon after.

They lie there for a while, breathing heavily. Scully notices the ache again.

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop.”

He looks at her for a few seconds before immediately springing into action. He pulls at the ropes, untying them, and throwing them off to the side. He gently takes her arms, inspects her wrists. A little red but nothing too severe. He kisses the red marks, soothing it.

“Thank you for that,” Scully says, feeling full of love.

“Don’t mention it,” he says back. “That was fun.”

“Really, really fun.”

[lady-ashfade]

Added Ricky bowen to the list!

Fictober 2023

Thought I’d make this more up to the readers and the followers to fill up the card.

So, again this is a bingo card of a map of what will come in October, this is like a marathon for Fics to come out daily. You, yes you, can suggest a prompt for a slot and what character or characters you want. I will give you some ideas and feel free to use them or not, but I only do the characters listed!

Prompts: Creature Au, Kidnapped by a Yandere, Trick or treating,Surprise decorations, Werewolf, Matching costumes, Halloween party, Shape shifter y/n, Demon Au, Ritual appears y/n, Cemetery Awaking, carving pumpkins, Halloween Candy, Cute ghost deku, Yan Corn field, Pumpkin Patch, Festive Carnival, Adapting A Neko, Stealing Hoodies, Baking Cookies, Vampire Au, Haunted House, S’mores, Ghost Y/n, Ghost meeting human y/n, Yandere purge, Making their costumes

Characters:

Mha:

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakusquad.

Dekusquad. (Froppy platonic only. Romantic froppy not included)

Ochaco Uraraka

Mina Ashido

Kiribaku

Yandere Poly class 1A

Shadow & Bone.

Kaz Brekker

Yandere!Six crows

Six of crows

Inej Ghafa

kanej × reader

House of the dragon

Yandere house of the dragon- Rhaenrya, Alicent, Viserys, Daemon, Aemond, jace, Otto, Luke, and others.

Lucerys Velaryon

Hsmtmts

Ricky bowen

Lockwood & co

Anthony Lockwood

Lucy Carlyle

Poly! Lockwood, lucy

Yandere!Poly!Team × reader

[reluctant-mandalore]

🍂 Cy’s Fictober 2023🍂

Hi! Welcome to Cy’s Fictober 🎃. I wasn’t feeling any of the prompt lists last year and so I had come up with my own fictober list. I ended up not doing it last year due to personal reasons and it being last minute, so I decided to do it this year instead! I'm very excited to show y'all the fics I've planned out for this!

( I will update the list with links or any changes that happen as I post fics throughout the month of october )

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Day 1: Cold Weather - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

During the chilly fall season on a new planet, you go on an afternoon outing with the Mandalorian and his son. Though of course you forgot your coat.

Day 2: Dancing - Boba Fett x oc!Ann

After a job Boba and Ann go to a cantina to relax. Ann enjoys dancing, Boba enjoys watching.

Day 3: First Kiss - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 4: Hand Holding - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 5: Leaves - Wolffe x gn!Reader

Day 6: Cuddling - Fennec Shand x gn!Reader

Day 7: Picnic - General Fic (No Pairings)

Day 8: Love Confession - Rex x gn!Reader 

Day 9: Singing - Boba Fett x oc!Ann

Day 10: Candy - Fennec Shand x gn!Reader

Day 11: Nicknames - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 12: Moonlit Walks - Echo x gn!Reader

Day 13: Comfort - Din Djarin x gn!Reader 

Day 14:  Smile - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 15: Baking - General Fic (No Pairings) 

Day 16: Stargazing - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 17: Flirting - Obi Wan Kenobi x gn!Reader 

Day 18: Only One Bed - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 19: Promise - Rex x gn!Reader

Day 20: Rainy Days - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 21: Candlelight - Boba Fett x oc!Ann

Day 22: Touch Starved - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 23: Proposal - Wolffe x gn!Reader 

Day 24: Date Night - Fennec Shand x gn!Reader

Day 25: Bonfire - Obi Wan Kenobi x gn!Reader

Day 26: Mornings Together - Boba Fett x oc!Ann

Day 27: Crush - Boba Fett x gn!Reader 

Day 28: Flowers - Boba Fett x oc!Ann

Day 29: Secret - Wolffe x gn!Reader 

Day 30: Cozy Embrace - Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Day 31: Pumpkin - ??

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