#fictober day 7

[scullysexual]

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Even as he himself fucks Scully he can’t stop imaging that it’s Alex and he is bound to some chair in the corner, forced to watch. [Mulder gets cuckholded]

(scully/krycek pairing is also in this)

Day 7: Cuckholding.

Mulder would think back on that day and connect it back to past trauma. To watch (never by much choice) as another man touched his girlfriend, fucked his girlfriend, all in front of his very eyes.

He hated it but watching Phoebe moan and wither at the hands of another man was the closest to live porn Mulder would ever get to experience. It turned him on and he hated himself for it. Most of all he hated how he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Only Phoebe had been replaced by Scully.

Alex’s offer was still on the table. Even as he himself fucks Scully he can’t stop imaging that it’s Alex and he is bound to some chair in the corner, forced to watch. He comes a little quicker picturing that scenario.

“You know, Scully…” He braves one night, covered by the darkness and her sleepy, post-orgasmic state. “If you ever wanted to fuck somebody else I wouldn’t mind.”

She spins to face him so quick she almost breaks his nose.

“Are you breaking up with me?” she asks, her voice in a state of panic.

“No, no!” Mulder hurries, that’s not what he meant at all.

“Then what is this about?” she asks. Even in the darkness he can see her confusion. “Mulder, there’s nobody else I want to have sex with.”

He tries not to feel a little disappointed at that.

“It’s nothing,” he says. “Forget I said anything.”

Her expression softens and she shifts a little closer to him.

“Mulder,” she calls gently forcing his eyes back to hers. “Talk to me.”

How could he possibly explain what his perverted mind wants more than anything? Scully has made it clear she’s not interested in having sex with anyone else. He respects that. The quicker he forgot about the idea (and ever bringing it up) the better for everyone.

“Mulder?” she pries again after receiving nothing from him.

He reminds himself that this is Scully- Scully who tries to understand everything even when she has zero grasp of the subject.

Mulder takes a deep breath, chancing it.

“I guess the idea of somebody…fucking you while I watch is incredibly arousing.” His voice is small, he avoids eye contact, instead fidgeting with the duvet cover.

“Why?” Scully says, her voice is neutral, void of all judgement.

Mulder shrugs. He knows why of course but he doesn’t want to admit that.

“Because you’re mine,” he says. It was half the reason. “Because, while these other people might just get a piece of you, I get the whole you. And it’s just, I don’t know…really, really hot.” He lets out a pathetic laugh.

“How long have you been thinking about this?”

Mulder shrugs again. “I guess since we first tried double penetration? I mean, the idea wasn’t really there but…I’d say from then.”

“Mulder, that was months ago!”

“I know.”

Scully grows quiet. Then she speaks up again.

“Do you know who the other person would be? Who I’d be having sex with?”

His brain circuit-cuts for a second. Was she actually considering this?

“Uh…Alex.”

“Alex.”

“Yeah.”

“Your ex boyfriend?”

Mulder wouldn’t go far as to calling him a boyfriend but…

“Yeah.”

Scully goes quiet again.

“Or it doesn’t have to be him,” Mulder says. “It could be somebody you know.”

“No,” Scully says shaking her head. “Alex is good. He has…experience with this?”

“Oh yeah.”

She quietens again, thinking.

“Is this…Is this something you and Phoebe have done before?” she asks.

Mulder nods. “It was always her idea. I hated it but it still really turned me on.”

“And yet you want to do it with me?”

“I can’t explain it, Scully. I know it makes me a pervert but—”

“It doesn’t make you a pervert, Mulder. And I’m sorry Phoebe made you do it. I want you to think on it for a while, make sure it is something you want to do.”

He knew for sure it was something he wanted to do but for her, he agrees.

“Okay.”

It’s a Friday night when they find themselves at Alex’s apartment. A whole month has passed. Mulder had emailed and Alex had set up the date. When both he and Scully wander through his front door, Alex’s eyes instantly fall on Scully, looking her up and down.

“Ginger?” he asks. “You’ve changed your type.”

“Guess I wanted a change,” Mulder says darkly.

Scully stands in the middle of the room, her fingers playing nervously with each other, looking from Alex to Mulder.

“You ever done something like this before?” Alex asks and Scully shakes her head. “First time, okay.” He looks at Mulder. “You- get on the bed. And you—” His eyes turn back to Scully. “Get undressed. We haven’t got all night.”

Mulder does as he’s told, climbing into position on the bed. Already feeling himself getting hard, he palms himself through his jeans, watching as Scully peels the clothes away from her body. She wasn’t his tonight, he thinks with a thrill. He is simply an onlooker, a voyeur.

“Some ground rules,” Alex says. He has stripped to his boxers now and, as Mulder can see, is starting to become effected by their predicament. He looks at Mulder. “No touching- you’re here to just watch. You’ve got practice with that, of course. Second: I will be inside her some point tonight. None of this condom shit. I’m clean, you’re clean and on some form of birth control, I assume? So condom not needed. Third: If any babies are made from this night, I am not the father. Ready?”

Alex wasn’t as good at oral as Mulder but the idea of another man’s tongue in her pussy was enough to make up for it. She can see Mulder if she tips her head back, can watch the way he pumps himself slowly up and down. The visuals and feelings are incredible. Mulder is over there yet there’s still a tongue down there.

Scully stifles a cry when Alex replaces his tongue with his fingers.

“She tastes amazing,” Alex comments.

“Oh yeah,” Mulder agrees.

Scully feels herself become wetter as they talk about her and not to her.

“I don’t know why you kept her from me for so long.” A cry does escape when Alex’s fingers scrap her g-spot. “How is she at sucking?”

“Best you’ve ever had.”

Alex pulls his fingers out, wiping them on her thigh and then giving them a little pat to gain her attention. Scully clenches at the loss.

“Let’s see. Up you get.”

He kneels as Scully sits up. He repositions them so Mulder gets a front row view.

“You better be watching this still,” he says to Mulder. She hears Mulder let out a moan.

Alex is smaller, falls a lot more into the average category than Mulder. It’s easier for Scully to wrap her lips around him, take more of him in. Her tongue plays with his head and he lets out a moan.

“Fuck…”

His hand falls to her breast, grabs her nipple and pinches it hard. Scully moans around his dick and Alex’s hips thrust forward, a momentary loss of control.

He regains that control, however, when his other hand grabs her hair and starts to move her head back and forth on his dick, the other hand still tugging and pinching at her nipple. Scully squeezes her thighs together in the hope of relieving some tension between her legs. What she wouldn’t give for Mulder to just creep behind her and insert his fingers, or his tongue, or his cock while all this was happening.

She closest her eyes, moaning at the thought. One day, she thinks.

She reopens her eyes to look over at Mulder. His eyes are dark, watching them, his dick incredibly hard. She couldn’t wait to watch him come.

Alex pulls him off her with a groan, his eyes clenched shut.

“Shit Mulder, you were right,” he says in awe. “She is a good little cock sucker.”

Both Scully and Mulder moan in unison.

“Bet you want me to fuck her now, don’t you?” There’s a glint of evil in Alex’s eyes. Scully watches as Mulder nods.

“How about that, Dana?” Alex says into her ear. The use of her first name sends her into a craze. “Fox wants me to fuck his girlfriend. How about you rate which one is better once we’re done?”

Alex doesn’t wait for her response, he moulds her into the position he wants which ends up with her on her front, doggy style, facing Mulder and Alex somewhere behind her.

The first touch of Alex’s cock sliding into her sends her into a frenzy. For a year it had just been Mulder and sex with Mulder was far from boring but she had forgotten just different other cocks could feel. That slight curve allowing Alex to touch her in places Mulder could ever, biologically, touch her. It was incredible.

And when she reopens her eyes to find Mulder’s cock not too far away from her, she knows she doesn’t have long until she comes.

“Bet you wish this was you, don’t you, Mulder?” Alex is saying though it’s all through clenched teeth. “Bet you wish you could feel how hot she is, wet she is, tight she is.”

Mulder moans, his hand now moving rapidly up and down.

“You know, I might just have to keep her to myself. I don’t think I can let her go after this.”

He’s thrusting in and out now, little thrusts, not pulling all the way out. She is so close, her fingers come up to touch her clit.

“Ohh I think she likes me more than you, Mulder,” Alex is still saying. “She’s clenching so hard around me.” He moves forward to speak into Scully’s ear. “What do you think?” he says. “Want to stay here and be my little fuck toy, Dana?”

Whether it’s her name or his words or whatever it is, it sends her right over the edge. She unravels around him, clenching around him so hard she thinks she might just break his cock.

Mulder’s come spills out of him, her name on his lips and Scully only just opens her eyes to watch. Alex grips her hips, pumping faster and easier aided by her come, it’s not long until he empties out into her either.

All three of them lay there, breathing heavily.

When Alex awakens it’s to the feel of a soft, warm body. A woman’s. He’s familiar with the difference.

He is greeted to a cloud of orange. When he looks beyond her, he can see Mulder sleeping soundly beside the girl in the middle.

She was so much better than Phoebe. So much better than most of the girls Alex found himself in bed with, in fact. Her innocence and lack of experience he found endearing and the way she’d came around him? Alex doesn’t think he’d be forgetting that any time soon.

If only she could stick around but Alex wasn’t made for relationships- he knew that much. Still, one more sneak inside probably wouldn’t hurt anyone.

There was a cock inside her.

Scully wakes to the feel of unknown arms wrapped around her, a hard cock thrusting in and out of her.

Mulder sleeps beside her, dead to the world. Alex breathes against her shoulder.

Her hips start to move in tandem, his hand wanders around to her front.

His touch is a little harder on her clit than she would’ve liked but the danger of it all, of Mulder waking up and finding them like this, is enough to spur her on. She comes around Alex Krycek’s cock for a second time as he spills into her again.

“I want to do this again,” she says later when they’re all awake, still laying in the sheets. “But I want to be able to touch both of you.” Despite her boldness a red blush still treks its way down her body.

“I think that can be arranged,” Alex says.

“Yeah,” Mulder agrees.

Scully just grins triumphantly.

[underratedbananawerewolf]

Fictober Day 7

Prompt 7: “Do you recognize this?” 

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail 

Rating: G 

Warning: None 

Yanqing hadn’t ever been in this storage room. Or at least he didn’t remember any time he had. No one had been for a while judging by the amount of dust that coated everything in here. He sneezed, placing his sleeve in front of his nose to help filter out anything he stirred up. He could feel the tickles of future sneezes and if he fell into that he’d never get this task done.  

When asking Jing Yuan about a scroll about ancient sword techniques, the man had directed him to this forgotten closet. Surely it couldn’t have been in here, could it? Although lost in the clutter of centuries, perhaps that was why those techniques weren’t used any longer. Or maybe Jing Yuan just needed to keep his retainer busy for a while.  

Searching through this mess with any sort of success would require that he organize it to some degree and, unfortunately, that would also require him to start cleaning up the dust. Hopefully without causing himself to go into an unstoppable sneezing fit.  

Ultimately, he never found the scroll he was looking for. He had pulled out practically everything, dusted and swept and then put things back into some semblance of order. Sweat had matted his hair down, his clothing streaked with grime. He looked like a right mess, and he ached to go bathe. There was one more box to go through and he had been taught not to let a task go unfished.  

With a sigh, he opened it to see what was inside. If it was junk he could set it aside for the next cycrane to take care of. If it were something else he’d have to see where it could go. Reaching in he pulled out a plush Diting, the fur on its face nearly worn away to reveal the mesh that held it together. Blinking, Yanqing stared at the toy. Something tickled the back of his memory, but he couldn’t quite grasp it.  

Setting the Diting aside, he reached again into the box. A few tattered Galaxy Ranger comic books, a soft pastel blue blanket and sheathed dagger with a bird carved into the hilt. All of them made him pause, staring at each of the objects. He knew he had seen them before and yet, he couldn’t say where he had seen them before.  

“Yanqing?” Jing Yuan’s voice came from just outside the door.  

“Here, General.”  

The man walked around the corner to look into the reasonably neat closet. “Very good, Yanqing.” He commented. “I didn’t intend for you to clean the entire room however.”  

“It was the only way I was going to ever find anything.” Yanqing answered, his eyes still on the objects. “General, do you recognize any of these?” He indicated the items spread before him as he raised his gaze to look at him. Inexplicably the smile that was almost always present faltered on Jing Yuan’s face. “What is it?”  

The man sighed and folded his arms. “They are yours, Yanqing.” He stated quietly. “The Diting was the only toy you would keep with you for months.” Yanqing’s cheeks flushed a pale pink, but his commander ignored it. “The comic books belonged to your father. There’s more of them somewhere around here. He was an avid reader, I’m told.”  

“And the knife?”  

“Your mother’s.” 

The boy glanced down at the items again before carefully placing them back in the box and then on an empty space on the shelf. The action made Jing Yuan raise an eyebrow. “you’re not going to take any of them with you?”  

“Not...yet. I want to think about it first.”  

“Understandable.” Jing Yuan raised a hand to clasp his retainer’s shoulder. “They’ll be waiting for you whenever they’re ready.”  

A small smile hovered over Yanqing’s lips as he looked up again. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” 

[randomfoggytiger]

"You Have to Go Back to Bed"

Fictober, Day 7

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For @agent-troi, who liked this post Hungry idea.

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"Scully, got any meds on you?" Mulder, head in hands, sat on the edge of his motel mattress squeezing into an upright approximation of the fetal position.

Shutting the door behind her, Scully hastily padded to his bedside dresser. "Did you take any of these this morning?"

"No, and I'm feeling it now."

"I can see why." For a split second, she curled her palm tighter, fought back an avalanche of Why, Mulder? criticisms. Now was not the time.

"I don't need two, Scully."

She sighed, stilled. "Here's one. And here," she added, grabbing a glass of water, "drink this." He must have filled it before the pain became too much.

Although Mulder was gulping the water with gratitude-- head tilted up and back in an attempt to relieve his cranial pressure-- he must have sensed her tension; or known her well enough to guess she would be tense. "I get it, Scully. It was too soon."

"Well, working a case a few weeks after traumatic brain surgery isn't the wisest choice." Lowering herself to the bed, she sat shoulder to shoulder and waited for him to shrug in acceptance. "But you were doing well, before...."

"Before I shot Rob Roberts." He leaned forward again, elbows on his knees and back slumped guiltily forward. "Like a rube, Scully."

"No one could have predicted what he did, Mulder. We'd have to have been in his head. I mean, not even his therapist knew, really."

Her partner couldn't nod, but he could silently acquiesce. She knew his signs enough to read the release of guilt. "You're wrong about one thing."

Of course. "Oh? What specifically?"

His eyes peered up at her, solemn but twinkling. Sincere. "I still can't predict...." He shrugged, a little, shy gesture that filled in the blanks.

"Mulder." This impossible, hopeful dreamer. "You didn't read my mind."

He wasn't offended, smiling at her pat answer. "I did, Scully. I dreamed it."

"And not the first crazy one with me in it." It was fun to flirt with their new line: her foot on one end of it and his on the other, slowly erasing inch by inch until they met in the middle. Only a matter of time before they stopped clutching their touchstones and gave over their hearts.

"But for now," Scully decided, closing the lid on her flyaway thoughts, "you need some sleep. if your headache's not better in the morning, we'll fly home and get you into an early appointment."

"Scully," Mulder started. His hand was on her wrist, suddenly, arresting her before she could sweep out of the room. "I..." He wanted to say something, his eyes darting over her face. Then his cheeks twitched, amused; and she mentally walked back through their conversation.

If he wanted to know her mind, the VCU's Golden Boy could have flipped it inside and out-- had, before they were assigned-- and poured over every shade and shadow. But maybe that was the trick: he could understand the depravity, expect the danger; suspicion a conspiracy lurking in the hearts of human nature. The fantastic, the ghosts and the spooks, acted as an escape from this rote calculation and prediction. Maybe it was as simple as his need to believe in something greater-- in goodness, in distinction, in separateness. In her. And that kept the car driving, and the road going, and life ground to a halt in repeated, unending lines.

Or maybe, she reflected, weighing this new, enlightened understanding shining from his soul, it was those things, until he woke up.

Mind readers, both of us.

"Read this," Scully whispered, raising her hands to steeple her temples. "Ummm...."

"I hear you, Scully, loud and clear." Mulder turned, shuffled backward, and grabbed a pillow like a good little boy. "See you in the morning, Doc."

Rising, then pausing, she turned one last time to lean across the bed, to vainly smooth his sweaty, unruly spikes of hair. "Goodnight, Mulder."

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy! 

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober24.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 7 – How Could I Forget?

Cas shows Dean something that brings it all back...

Suptober prompt: Black Cat Flufftober Prompt: Porch swing Fictober Prompt: “Do you recognize this?” Inktober Prompt: Drip

I guess because Suptober is shortened this year, I am already hitting my mid-event slump where I hate everything I write and have no ideas that excite me for any of the prompts lol. So today is basically a "push" that will be concluded(?) tomorrow...

(Read on AO3)

It took three times as long as he'd thought it would, but Dean finally managed to track down and patch the chronic drip from the shower drain. After a combination test drive/celebratory leak-free shower (which also happened to cleanse him of all the sweat and dust he'd accumulated while digging through the pipes in their crawlspace), he went to find Cas to tell him the good news.

He wasn't in the kitchen, wasn't in his study, wasn't in any of his usual haunts downstairs or out back. Just as he was starting to worry that his husband had taken off somewhere without letting him know, he heard a distinctive squeak outside the front door.

Cas was in their porch swing, rocking so slowly that only the soft creak of wood against nail betrayed the motion. Licorice, the little black cat who'd adopted them a few years back was curled up beside him. Dean nudged her over to make a spot for himself. She cracked open one yellow eye and made a little “eh” noise at him, then sighed back to sleep.

He settled in next to his husband and pecked a kiss to his cheek. “Hey sunshine, whatcha doin'?”

“Do you recognize this?” Cas asked, handing over a piece of yellowing paper.

“Holy shit, babe,” Dean murmured. “You kept this?”

Continued here...

[norbezjones]

Whumptober Day 7: Only For Emergencies (Romance The Backrooms)

Look, in case you couldn’t figure it out from June Of Doom & Whumptember, I like whump.  So I’ll be participating in Whumptober when I have the time/energy to.  I may use all of the day’s prompts, or I may use some of them.  We’ll see what happens.

Like usual, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests.  This is an original work, not fanfiction.

Enjoy!

(I also included the fictober-event prompt today!)

Today’s Prompts: Only For Emergencies, unconventional weapon, “it’s us or them”, "follow me if you want to live"

Characters: Kalcal & Zenobos

Other Info: n/a

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“The deathmoth swarm is coming!” Zenobos exclaimed as he & Kalcal ducked behind a corner.  “W-What do we do?”

Kalcal looked around the area, and spotted a folding chair at a table.  Picking up the chair, he said, “Zenobos, stay behind this corner.  I’ll fight them off.”

“A-Are you sure?” Zenobos stammered.  “Can you really take them all on?!”

“I don’t have a choice—it’s us or them,” Kalcal replied.  “If you want to live, follow my instructions—you stay right here while I deal with them, ok?”

“Wait!” Zenobos exclaimed.  He searched his bag, and pulled out a vial.  “Here, some Liquid Silence I’ve been saving for emergencies. . .  It might be useful.”

“What does it do?” Kalcal asked.

“It has a lot of uses, but what’s relevant here is that it induces fear in people & entities,” Zenobos replied.  “Throw it on the ground in front of the deathmoths, and they should be easy to fight.”

“Thanks, little buddy,” Kalcal said, grinning.  “This’ll be perfect.”

“But be careful!” Zenobos warned him.  “It’ll induce fear in you, too. . .”

“Don’t worry, Zenobos,” Kalcal reassured him, kissing the top of his head.  “I’m not afraid of anything!”

With that, Kalcal charged behind the corner, letting out a combative cry and a, “Bring it on!”

Zenobos pressed against the wall, listening & shaking.  He hear the distant shattering of glass as Kalcal threw the bottle of Liquid Silence to the ground, and then, the deathmoths let out terrified sounds.  Kalcal also let out a cry of fear, which surprised Zenobos and made him afraid, too.  Was his friend going to be ok?

Then, he heard Kalcal let out a scream, and the sounds of ripping flesh & squealing deathmoths filled the air.  Zenobos covered his ears, unable to bear the noises.  Until, finally, there was silence.

Zenobos peeked around the corner to see Kalcal, panting and covered in deathmoth guts.  All of the deathmoths were ripped apart and scattered on the ground.  Kalcal turned around and gave Zenobos a smile.  “You ok, little buddy?” he asked, approaching him.

Zenobos nodded.  “A-Are you?” he asked hesitantly.  “You sounded kind of scared earlier. . .”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Kalcal said.  “What do you say we cut up some deathmoth legs & guts to make dinner with?”

Zenobos smiled.  “Sounds good to me.”

But as they did so, Zenobos couldn’t help but wonder:

What exactly was Kalcal afraid of?

[elvendara]

MYSME FICTOBER DAY 7/ JUMIN WEEK DAY 3

@mysme-fictober & @juminweek2019

Michael's Edition

7 October 2023—VAMPIRE Jumin Week—Quality Time

Centuries passed in the blink of an eye. He lifted his hand to watch the reflection off the ruby on his ring. How long ago had he acquired this item? Too long ago for sure. With a sigh he stood and made his way to the window. Hiding in the shadows was easy, second nature. Pulling the curtain aside he narrowed his eyes at the intrusive light of the sun. It wouldn’t kill him, not now, but it wasn’t pleasant either. Even after all this time, he still remembered the warmth of the sun on his skin.

Turning away in a huff he marched towards the bedroom. This damned house felt like a prison, a self-imposed one, but still. Perhaps he should simply sleep and be done with it. But oh there was so much life out there! He grit his teeth, clenching his jaw. As a vampire he had lived many lifetimes, loved many, become richer than the gods, but now, now…he was exhausted.

He had sired no children when alive so there was no lineage he could care for. Those he’d loved had all grown old and died, some had abhorred him, calling him evil and cursing him, some had embraced him, begging to join him in undeath. All had torn his heart, what was left of it, in pieces. He wondered why he still had some shred of humanity when most of his kind had sloughed it off almost immediately. They laughed at him, at his continued need to act human.

He had left them long ago, to live fully among humans, but now, now that his latest love lay in the ground, rotting, for nearly a decade…he couldn’t muster the strength to care. The self-imposed isolation had come about from a desire to reset. He had begun to be lethargic, burdened by the constant loss. Sleep, it’s what a vampire did when becoming overwhelmed. He did not want to, but he knew enough to know that he needed to step back. To leave humanity and be on his own. To reevaluate what he wanted out of this continued existence.

And what did he want? An eternity of drinking wine and blood, of loving and losing? They all ended up in the grave as he watched them wither away. Tears sprang from his eyes as the faces of those he’d loved filled his head. All of them vibrant and vital, becoming slower and slower with age. Age that came all to quickly, in the blink of an eye. Why did he do that to himself? Why not turn one of them and have a companion forever?

He knew why, this existence was not one he would willingly foist on another, no matter how much he desired it. The one who had made him had done so for selfish reasons, and when even his presence no longer was enough, he’d left. Left Jumin alone to navigate his new existence. Those years, those decades had been devastating. He’d been no more than a hungry animal, running on instinct alone, surviving against his own will.

Once he’d mastered himself, he vowed to never take another life. And he’d held to that promise. Sustaining himself with animals might not be the most satisfying, but it was what he needed to do for himself.

Sitting once more he poured more wine into his cup and sipped it. Solitude is what he needed now. To think. To contemplate eternity and his place in it. A small smile played around his lips, time, he had plenty of that didn’t he?

[zarynathehunder4634]

Fictober 2023

Fandom:Jojo part 2

Fanfiction

Characters:Joseph and Ceasar

In this work I'm changing what happened at the end of part 2.Mentions of what was about to happen, spoillers.

Warning about blood and injuries.

Joseph comforts Ceasar

Day 7 Do you recognize this?

Months had passed now from the day that Joseph had won against the mighty Pillarmen... Months from the day Wammu had... Injured Ceasar to the brick of death.If they hadn't gotten there on time Ceasar would-Ceasar would have died on that day. Even if it had been months ago Joseph still had many and long nightmares... Nightmares of that day. Nightmares of him and Master Lisa Lisa not being fast enough. Fast enough to reach Ceasar. And this suffocating nightmares always woke him up, disabling him from falling asleep after them. Only his friends company made his fear of loosing his friend once and for all go away. But Ceasar... Wasn't awake to help him with them. No... Ceasar was the one in a coma and in need of help. But even if the blonde was in a coma even his presence was enough for Joseph to calm down and fall asleep. So this days Joseph found himself sleeping next to Ceasars bead the days that he had nightmares. And even if Ceasar was unconscious his presence was enough to soothe Josephs nightmares away. Some days when Joseph couldn't sleep right away again he watched the blonde from his chair while he slept. He looked so peaceful while he slept, Joseph had never seen him so peaceful. The bruenette couldn't help but talk and talk to him as he always did. Only this time Ceasar couldn't brush him off or walk away-Joseph talked about his day, sometimes his nightmares, sometimes joking arround. He couldn't help but expect Ceasar to wake up laughting. Which never happened. -Joseph couldn't help but want to hug Ceasar tightly either. He thought he had lost him back then. He wanted so badly to grasp his friend in a hug and never let go again. He wanted to keep him as close as possible. Sometimes he had to relish this overwhelming tears on Ceasars shoulder. It didn't matter that the blonde couldn't hear him, he just needed his presence for those times... Joseph tried, he really did to keep this smile on his face even if his friend was at a coma and at the first time it was easy but after some months... He couldn't take it anymore. Master Lisa Lisa and Suzie Q had seen it, his smile dropping... Disappearing. They tried, he had to say they did. They tried to cheer him up. But it wasn't helping. The months didn't stop passing and Ceasar... Hadn't woken up not even a little bit yet. One day Master Lisa Lisa had taken Suzie Q out for shopping and had left Joseph alone with Ceasar.... Joseph decided to try and spend the afternoon with Ceasar like they always did. He got back into Ceasars room finding him as usual unconscious laying on the bead.

Joseph:Hey Ceasarino Master Lisa Lisa and Suzie Q are out, they went for shopping so you know what this means right?(No answer as always. But it didn't matter. The bruenette just continued... As he always did.) That's right we have the hall place for ourselfs (he said enthusiastically) so... I don't know about you but there is an Italian movie on the TV that I want to see so how about we go to the living room and watch?

Again no answer.... This time the bruenette didn't wait for an answer and hugged the blonde close to him as he pulled him closer to himself and eventually out of the bead. Joseph now got up with an unconscious Ceasar in bridal style being on his arms. Ceasars head fell against the bruenetts chest with one of his arms falling down and the other above his abdomen. Joseph didn't move for a bit checking if he had caused pain to the blonde. Ceasar didn't bangs from the action not even a little bit. The good thing is that he didn't give any sights of pain either. Now that he was at his arms Joseph noticed that he was lighter. Sure he had noticed that Ceasar had lost weight all this months. But he didn't realise it was on this extend. Ceasar was almost weightless. Sure they were feeding him through a tube and sure it wasn't much but he didn't expect it to have affected him to this extend. Joseph now took him towards the living room where he had opened the TV and had made warm chocolate... For the both of them. The movie was starting and Joseph sitted down on the sofa now and moved Ceasar so he would be laying on the bruenetts feet while he was laying on the sofa.

Joseph:look, the movie is starting(he said as he took a seep of his chocolate) Hey Ceasar I made some for you too

It turned out that an hour later the movie was boring. Nothing Indresting had happened and half the movie was over already. Joseph sighted. So much for the movie. He reached for the computer next to him when he felt Ceasars head move on his legs and he stopped to look at his friend. The blonde had sifted his head to the side and was frowning. Oh no. Had he done something to agrevate his injuries? Without wanting to? This was bad! What was he supposed to do now? -Green eyes blinked open with deficulty and fighted to stay awake. The bruenette couldn't believe his eyes as he saw those green eyes finally open, after so long. He had missed looking into them so long. So, so long. Those eyes where also trying to blink into focuse he soon realised as Ceasar brought his head upwards again. And Joseph realised he had to get the blontes attention if he didn't want him falling back asleep. So he waved a hand above those green eyes.

Joseph:C-Ceasar? Hey Ceasar

(No answer. Ceasar continued blinking unfocused. Joseph now that he looked into them could see that they were fixed in pain while they were unfocused)

Joseph tried clapping his fingers together to grab his attention now:Ceasar? Hey Ceasarino?, earth to Ceasar? Ceasarino?

The added sound seemed enough to grab the blendes attention as now those eyes focused on him

Joseph:Ceasar? Ceasar can you hear me?

Ceasar:Y... Yes(he tried to say in between coughts, his voice barely getting out, no doubt due to no use)

Joseph: C-Ceasar?

The bruenette said, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that Ceasar had finally, finally woken up after all this months. Tears were gathering on his eyes and he didn't realise when they had dripped down from his face to Ceasars. The other man was startled by the different touch so the bruenette used his free from the chocolate hand to wipe them away. That seamed to grab Ceasars attention fully as now his eyes came up and focused on his own.

Joseph:C-Ceasar? Do-Do you remember me?

Ceasar:Huh? Afcors (a cough) I remember(another cough) you idiot(he tried to say with a raspy voice)

Joseph couldn't help but relish a relaxing breath to that

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 7: Morning After

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Morning After (🌼✨)

Summary: You wake up after a One Night Stand with a guy whose name you can't remember, but perhaps the morning after isn't so bad when it's with Matt Murdock.

Warnings: Mentions of Smut (18+), fluff, One Night Stand

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: If I had a ONS with Matt Murdock, I would never leave tbh.

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You weren’t exactly ecstatic when your friends decided it would be a good idea to ask you to dinner, and then ambush you with a night of bar-hopping. You are not a hateful person, but when it comes to a night of excessive drinking after you’ve already had a hard day at work, you loathe the company of other human beings just a little more than usual. Though you couldn’t say no to them. You tried, but the second you set foot out the door, you were caught in the spiderweb of their vision of fun. 

They dragged you from one bar to another, and you were this close to losing it when you landed in a place called Josie’s in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen—until the woman behind the counter placed a club soda in front of you and said, “Courtesy from that guy.” She nodded toward the other end of the bar where a dark-haired man sat, red glasses perched on his nose and his white dress shirt almost glistening in the neon light of the room. He was beautiful, you couldn’t deny that. 

He carried a smirk on his face, tipping his imaginary hat at you, and it was then you decided that you would make the best out of that night. One thing led to another—one drink led to another—and you ended up going home with him.

Though now that you are slowly coming to your senses, tangled in silk sheets, your actions are starting to really hit you. You don’t even remember his name. 

He was this beautiful stranger at the bar, and you were pissed and tired and God, you were so horny. One sound from him in that gravelly voice and you were already clenching your thighs. Your brain didn’t even process his name because the things he could do to your body… names were the last thing on your mind.

He ate you out for hours, his head buried deep between your thighs as he lapped at your cunt. He spread your thighs on his big bed, and he feasted on you until his face was glistening with your essence. You came the hardest you ever had up until that point with any man. The way he listened to your body seemed almost superhuman to you.

And when he finally took off his pants, revealing that thick cock of his he had been hiding, you officially lost all of your senses. You remember how good it felt to have him inside of you, thrusting into you with abandon on your back, on your stomach, and your knees. He fucked you all over his bedroom and in the shower, and then in the bed some more until you were screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

A pleasant ache of soreness spreads through your body as you stretch. You slept with a man whose name you can’t remember, but it was the best sex you’ve had in a very long time. 

He’s still asleep next to you, his lashes resting peacefully against his cheeks, his hair a mess, and his arms cradling the pillow in his arms after you moved away from him throughout the night—he looks so beautiful like this. 

“You’re staring,” he says.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You wonder how he knew; you were being so subtle. 

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He opens his eyes. “Don’t be.”

Those hazel eyes… warmth floods your chest, and you can’t help it anymore; you reach out to brush your fingers against his cheek. 

He exhales shakily, as though your mere touch is hurting him. Because it’s gentle, loving, and not at all filled with pure and unbridled pleasure. 

“Were you trying to sneak out?” he asks softly. “Just now?”

Your fingers halt, blood rushing to your head. “I wasn’t…” you trail off. 

“It’s okay, you know, if you were.”

“I don’t know you,” you try again. “Last night was… it was amazing, but… I don’t know you.”

The corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. He lifts himself on his elbow first, then slowly sits up against the headboard. Your eyes roam over the scars on his chest again. You didn’t dare ask about them last night, and you’re not so sure you want to ask now. It’s none of your business, but oh, you can’t help that part of you wants it to be.

“I don't know you,” he says. 

You snicker. “Yeah, well… I guess that’s fair.”

“I do know your body.” His smile turns into a smirk. 

Why is it so hot all of a sudden? You hug the sheets tighter around your naked body, looking around the room and then back at him.

He slowly extends his hand—the very same hand that has been all over and inside you last night. “I’m Matthew.”

Matthew. That’s right. 

You hesitantly clasp your hand around his, uttering your name. You’re sure he is a lot better at remembering than you are, but it feels like the right thing to do. 

His thumb brushes back and forth over your skin. “Nice to meet you,” he says.

Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest. He’s so fucking soft with you. “Yeah,” you smile back at him, hoping he can at least sense it somehow, “nice to meet you.”

And you start to wonder what it would be like to have dinner with him. Walk the streets of New York City with his arm around yours as you guide him along the sidewalk, describing the beauty of nature to him. The moonlight reflecting off the little pond in Central Park, and how the leaves look when they rustle in the wind. He can hear them, but you wish you could paint the world as a picture to him. You just want to spend time with him. 

Your hand is still in his when he tugs you closer, your lips mere inches away from him. “Let me get to know you,” his voice is barely above a whisper. He’s pleading, pleading to get to know you. Begging, even. How can you say no to him? 

You rest your forehead against his. “Okay,” you answer. “But only if you let me get to know you, too.”

Matt draws a cross with his index finger over his heart. “Promise,” he says. 

“Such a good Catholic.”

With that, you bridge the gap between you, and you finally kiss him again. The butterflies in your belly break out of their cage. He tastes like heaven, even though the things he does to you might land you in hell. He’s your sweetest temptation.

Air becomes a luxury you don’t need, tongues and teeth clashing as he devours you, mind, body, and soul. “Can I persuade you to stay for breakfast?” he breathes into your mouth.

You no longer want to leave. You want to stay. Forever. That might be crazy, you know, but sometimes you just… know. 

You kiss him again, humming, “Mark me down as persuaded.” 

And this time, you really do just know. 

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Hazbin Hotel “Haztober” Prompt List

I personally love love love Flufftober, Angstober, Kinktober, and Fictober! That’s why this year I am making my own! Every day I will write about one (or more) Hazbin Characters, using the daily prompts below:

Day 1: Making Caramel Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: ‘We fell in love in October.’

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Dinner Parties

Day 8: The night I lost you

Day 9: The night I found you

Day 10: Love Potion

Day 11: The Elevator~

Day 12-15: The One (Series)

Day 16: By The Fireplace

Day 17: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 18: For a Fortnight

Day 19: Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice

Day 20: Jumping in a leaf pile

Day 21: Making Cookies!

Day 22: Kissing (and singing) In the rain

Day 23: The red means I love you~!

Day 24: Under the Weather

Day 25: Black Cats

Day 26: Apple Pies

Day 27: Full Moon

Day 28: Underneath the Sky

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat/Halloween

Day 32: Supriseee!!!

I’m super not excited to torture myself into writing everyday…but in the end…it will be so worth it!

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 18: Harry Warden

Day 18 coming right up! As always I hope you all enjoy <3, I will be honest though and say it has been forever since I've actually watched my bloody valentine so I'll try my best to do harry justice here.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Soft baby boy. Checks on you multiple times and makes sure you have anything and everything you need. A bath? done, A drink ? done, A snack ? done. Literally ask for anything and this man will run to the store if you don't have it at the house.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

After years of working in the mines, Harry is pretty fit. I could see his favorite part of himself being a tie between his chest and his arms as both show all his years of hard work to put food on the table.

On you it's your smile, Harry's been through a lot, but with you he feels like he's at home. Your smile brings a comfort to him he hasn't experienced in forever.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Harry wants babies (If you have the equipment to make them) so always inside you. If you can't get pregnant he'll probably still cum inside just to avoid a big mess to clean but if he does make a mess it'll be a cold day in hell before he lets you clean it.

D is for Dirty Secret:

If he could get away with it, He'd lock you up in the house and never let you leave. The people outside, the ones who let him sit in that mine and almost die, don't deserve to see you or have you in their presence. Your his baby and he wants you all to himself.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Harry... isn't the most experienced person. You might have to help him along the first few times. He knows what goes where, and how to make you feel good, But in the actual sex department he's a bit lacking.

F is for Favorite Position:

Even though he hasn't had the most experience Harry fucks like a dog. Doggy style is his favorite by far. He likes bringing you to your hands and knees for him. Knowing he can do that to you and no one else can thrills him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He isn't the most serious but he's not really goofy either? He's more so just really soft and fluffy during sex.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

It's a bit unruly since during his time in the minds he kinda lost the will to care for himself, so you might have to remind him to continue with the upkeep of it. If it gets too bad he takes care of it without reminder but don't be surprised if it slips his mind.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Very romantic, He's all about wining and dining you. He's really into foreplay just to get the two of you in the mood but its the most tooth rotting foreplay you'll ever experience.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it every so often. If you were with him when the mine accident happen then he definitely jacked off to the thought of you in the mines to keep himself somewhat sane.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Praise kink: Tell this boy he's doing a good job and he'll cum on the spot whether he's inside you or not. You've made him cum in his pants more then once with this.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

At home in the bedroom. Like I said your his, he doesn't want anyone that isn't him looking at you in any type of way. He would have to end them if they did and he doesn't wanna have to be killing people 24/7.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

The thought of wanting nothing more then to please you is what gets him going the most. He aims to please and wants you to be as satisfied as possible.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

No degrading you, No hitting you or even being mean. He's just not into it and would never even think about hurting you even if it was for fun during sex.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Major giver. He'll let you give him a blow job here and there but he loves giving you oral. If you ask him what he wants to eat nine times out of ten the answer will be you.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual all the way. He'll get a bit rough when he gets desperate but he wants to make love and make the most of it.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

He hates quickies. Why would he go for a quickie when he can give you the actual real full fledged thing. If you like them that's fine but don't expect him to like them.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He'll experiment within reason, Like if it's something that may hurt you or anything, it's a hard no. However if you bring something up he finds interesting then he'll be down to try it out with you.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

This man used to be a miner, he has all the stamina in the world from doing that for years. He will give you breaks and stop after awhile but he could literally go for hours on end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

He doesn't have much experience when it comes to toys so if you bring up one night you'd like to try them he's all for it. He might not like every single toy but there are a few he does really like and a lot that he loves to use on you.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He thinks teasing is mean, and he's not about to be mean to his baby. If you wanna tease him just a bit to get him worked up then go for it he doesn't mind but don't be too terribly mean to him just some playful teasing.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He grunts but that's about it, Harry isn't a big noise maker in general and he doesn't talk much either so don't expect sex to be any different.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Soft Harry is soft, he loves cuddles and really anything where he can just hang out with you. So after he runs your aftercare bath expect him to sit on the toilet and have him just hang out with you, no talking, just you and him being together.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

Harry's got a big thick dick, About 8 inches and a good amount of girth to it.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

High as fuck but only for you. He's never felt this way about anyone before and as far as he's concerned the sun rises and sets with you and so does his sex drive.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He waits awhile. He likes to make sure your entirely ok before even thinking about sleeping. He also likes to cuddle and just hold you for awhile too. If you had any doubts of his feelings for you, you won't after this.

[richonneevents]

Richonne Fictober 2024 Rules, Guidelines, & Calendar

Richonne Fictober 2024 is a 31 day challenge for fanfiction writers/creators to write/create and publish a Richonne-centric story or related content everyday for the month of October.

Fics should be between 100 and 5,000 words. Rick and Michonne must be the main pairing. Richonne is an interracial pairing, so be mindful of tropes and language that perpetuates racism and misogynoir. Rick is a canonically disabled character, so be mindful of using tropes and language that is ableist. Fanartists should be mindful of not whitewashing Michonne, Andre, and RJ in their pieces.

Please tag @richonneevents and use the tag: #richonnefictober24

Be sure to tag your prompt and which day you are filling.

In addition to Richonne-centric fanfiction, creators are encouraged to make fanart; playlists; edits; moodboards; rec lists; graphics; podfics; gifsets; photo sets; fanvids etc.

WEEK 1

Day 1: Making Caramel / Candy Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: “Pumpkin spice...what?!”

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

WEEK 2

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Bobbing for Apples

Day 8: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 9: Rainy Day

Day 10: Scarecrow

Day 11: Haunted Hayride / Haunted House

Day 12: Horror Movie Marathon

WEEK 3

Day 13: Jumping in A Leaf Pile

Day 14: Warm Apple Cider / Hot Chocolate etc

Day 15: Corn Maze

Day 16: By The Fire(place)

Day 17: Candles 

Day 18: Flannel

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

WEEK 4

Day 20: Festival 

Day 21: First Frost

Day 22: Kissing In The Rain

Day 23: Baking Pies

Day 24: Cemetery Stakeout 

Day 25: Black Cat

Day 26: Dead-End

WEEK 5

Day 27: Underneath The Sky

Day 28: Full Moon

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat

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Fictober | 2024

The 13 days of Fictober

Starts Saturday October 19th

Everyday at 11

Includes: Fluff (plenty of it), angst (also plenty), smut is marked with *, feel good stuff to make me happy and hopefully you <3

A/N: they’re not all as long as fics, it’s a bunch of blurbs that I don’t want to write 1k+ for.

Day 1 - Percy and the Pumpkin Patch

Day 2 - Werewolf Clarisse

Day 3 - Regulus and the Corn Maze

Day 4 - James and Costumess

Day 5 - Leo and the daughter of Hecate

Day 6 - Haunted House with Blaise

Day 7 - Siren Reader with Percy

Day 8 - Eddie and a Scary Movie

Day 9 - Vampire Blaise

Day 10 - Ghost Reader with James

Day 11 - Leo with daughter of Hades

Day 12 - Clarisse and Spooky Actor Reader

Day 13 - Steve and Pumpkin Carving

Comment if you want to be tagged for all or specific days <33

[randomfoggytiger]

"I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself"

(Fictober, Day 7)

*****

Phoebe Green. Fire.

The irony of two such oppositional elements combined in one destructive person-- nurture feeding nature, green-eyed monsters indulged with red hot passions-- had not been lost on Mulder. Perhaps he wasn't red-green colorblind in the strictest sense-- nojo on the rojo, that was a good one-- but his senses had failed him just enough to miss the glaring red flags, the forest for the Green. All that blazed was not a glow. All that grew did not produce.

But in the right hands, all that burned could be rebuilt. All that poisoned could be cured.

It required a discerning eye to find the right partner; and, though decades late with burn scars and thorn marks, Mulder knew now how to differentiate his colors.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

[ghostofskywalker]

May I Have This Dance?

Captain Rex/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 7 of 31

Words: 1,504

Summary: Working as a bodyguard for the heir to a distant planet's throne was not something Rex had ever trained for, and neither was falling for the princess he had sworn to protect.

Note: in this, the reader is no younger than their early 20s. I forgot how much fun writing a princess!reader is, and i really like this fic so i hope y'all do as well :)

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Rex was a little out of his depth right now. 

Standing on the outskirts of an opulent ballroom, he watched as the gala’s attendants danced, talked, and picked at the strange looking hors d'oeuvres being passed by on waiter’s trays. His gaze never left you for too long, though if anyone asked about it, he would simply defend himself by saying that it was his job to protect you. Those who knew him better would be able to catch that lie almost instantly, but luckily for him, none of his brothers were here right now.

When the Jedi Council had approached him with this assignment in the first place, Rex certainly had reservations about it. Providing one on one security wasn’t really in his job description, and he felt a bounty hunter might be better suited for this job. But your parents had reached out to the Jedi with their worries about Separatist moles and evidence of assassination attempts on their family, so an agreement was made to send the best person the GAR had to their aid. Rex didn’t exactly agree with the (unofficial) title being bestowed upon him, but here he was.  

You caught his eye from where you stood and offered a wave in greeting, and Rex nodded back, trying to stop the smile on his face from growing too goofy. He was used to seeing you in regal daytime attire, and he had certainly expected that as the princess next in line for the planet’s throne that you would have some truly ostentatious outfits, but this dress was different than anything he’d seen you in before. 

For one thing, it was blue, and Rex couldn’t help but note how good you looked in the color that he regarded as belonging to his battalion. The bodice was encrusted with jewels, and light seemed to shine on you with every step you took. 

Maker, he was so smitten. 

What had started as an assignment he simply took part in as a favor to his general had become one that he never wanted to stop doing. Not only was the food here much better than the ration bars the GAR supplied, but how could he return to the front lines of the war after this, knowing that he would never see you again? 

He knew all good things would have to come to end someday, just as he knew that anything between you and him would never work out, even if he wanted to believe otherwise. But the worlds you lived in couldn’t be further from each other, something that was only reinforced in his mind as he watched the partygoers here. 

When he realized that you were approaching him, Rex stood up a little straighter. The tiara resting on your head looked even brighter up close, and he moved to bow, the standard procedure that he had been instructed of by the royal guards when he first arrived. “Your highness.” 

“Please Captain, you know I have never liked that greeting,” you said warmly, a smile crossing your face. “You’ve always called me by my given name before.”

“Prior situations were a little different though,” he responded. “Things are much more prim and proper here, and I am technically in your employ.” 

A brief pout crossed your face, but you got it under control. It was true, than during simple day to day meetings and travels, you and him had grown closer than he could have ever expected, but he was still always aware of the reason for his presence, and the raised stakes of this particular setting. “I suppose,” you said softly. “But that doesn’t matter to me.” 

“It should.” 

You raised your eyebrows at him before speaking. “Now you’re starting to sound like my parents.”

“Well, they do want what is best for you,” Rex responded, smiling at the way the adorable pout returned to your face at his words.

You grimaced. “As I’m reminded over and over.”

“Is that why you came over here? To get me to agree with you?” 

You shook your head, extending a hand out to him. “I actually came over here to ask you for a dance, if you’d be willing.” 

Rex’s eyes widened; that was not what he expected you to say. All of the sudden his feet felt like they were made of durasteel and his heartbeat raced at the idea. It was bad enough to stand on the sidelines and watch you float through the ballroom in that gown, he didn’t know how he would fare when you would be barely a foot away from him, looking him in the eye and holding one of his hands. “I don’t know,” he said, trying not to let on that he was nervous. “I think it would be best if I remained on the outskirts of things.” 

“Come on,” you said, putting on a pair of tooka eyes he didn’t think he would ever be able to resist. “Your assignment is to protect me, is it not? Personally, I think that is something that would be most effectively done by remaining close to that which you intend to keep safe.”

You were technically right and his brain was too frazzled to think of a response, so he simply nodded and allowed you to lead him to the center of the dance floor. As you took his hand in yours and began to slowly waltz in time to the music, all Rex could think about was how much he didn’t want to accidentally step on your toes. 

“Come on, you look like I’m forcing you to do this!” you said joyfully, your pace just a little bit faster than he was comfortable with. 

“You are forcing me to do this,” he deadpanned, then continued his statement with a sly smile. He knew how to both lighten the mood and get back at you a little. “Your highness.” 

Your face wrinkled in annoyance at the use of your title, and Rex couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face. “And I certainly don’t regret my request,” you said, the annoyed expression gone just as quickly as it had appeared. “I’ve never felt safer, Captain.” 

You were going to be the death of him, he knew that now. Even as the song ended, you didn’t pull away. “Come with me, I want to show you something.” 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to leave the ball.” 

“I doubt anyone will notice,” you said, and Rex begged to differ. “Come on!” 

Reluctantly he followed you back through the halls of the castle, and eventually you ended up at the top of a flight of stairs. he could see the glimmer of stars in the planet’s upper atmosphere through the impeccably cleaned transparisteel, as well as the sprawling hills beyond the castle you called home. “Wow,” he said, unable to contain his awe. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you said with a serene smile on your face, and all Rex could was nod in response as he took in the view. 

The two of you sat down on the cushioned bench in the small room, and a comfortable silence settled in the air. You seem to have forgotten the ball at this point, even though at the back of his mind he knew that you both would have to return eventually (lest your parents send out a search party for you). Your head rested on his shoulder, and he hoped that you couldn’t hear the way his heartbeat sped up with every passing moment. 

“When you leave, whenever that is, could you take me with you?” you asked softly, after they had sat there for quite a few minutes. 

Rex stopped, turning to look at you with a confused expression. “Why would you want to go?” 

“I don’t know if I’m happy here,” you confided, and it was the first time you had confided that in anyone. “You’re the only one here who treats me like a normal person, and once you leave I’ll be all alone once more..” 

“It’s dangerous where I’m going,” he said, reaching down to take your hand for the first time since the two of you had danced together. He tried to ignore just how natural and right it felt, but that simply did not happen.

“I know,” you said. “But I care about you too much just to sit here and let you go alone.” 

Rex’s breath hitched. “You care about me?”

Suddenly the two of you were closer than you’d ever been before. “More than anyone else,” you said. “And if you’d allow it, I’d really like to kiss you right now.” He had barely even finished nodding before your lips were on his, and his hands moved to rest on your waist. 

As the two of you sat there in the light of the evening stars, nothing else mattered. Not the worrying uncertainty of the future, not the consequences of your actions, and certainly not the thoughts of the people in the ballroom below.

- the end -

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Fictober Day 7: The Moment That Mattered Most

Prompt: "Follow me if you want to live"

Remember that scene in "Essence" when Mulder pushes Scully toward Krycek so he can protect her? Yeah, that does not happen here. Rating: T, wc: 886.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

"No." The single word out of Scully's mouth was quiet, but her actions were louder anyway. She stared at Mulder, whose face began to disappear between the elevator doors, but she put her arm between them, forcing them to open up again.

"What are you doing?" Mulder grumbled, pushing buttons.

"I'm not doing this, Mulder."

"We don't have time for chit-chat," Krycek barked, grabbing Scully's arm. "Follow me, if you want to live." There was no need to be so dramatic; she knew what was at stake.

Her baby.

With a hand on her protruding stomach, she glanced at Mulder. Many years ago, long before this baby, and even before their first kiss, he had said that she'd saved him. That even if he wanted to do - and he didn't want to - he didn't know if he could fight this fight without her. They hadn't quit then, and she wouldn't quit now.

"I'm not leaving without you," she said to Mulder. "I'm not having this baby without you."

"Scully," he said, half pleading.

"I can't do this alone." Months ago she had thought she'd have to all of this on her own, with only his memory as her companion. Now, she wouldn't accept it. He was there and he’d promised to be by her side. She reached out to him, needing him to understand.

"You two are insufferable." Krycek ran a hand over his face before he regarded them with narrow, determined eyes. "Okay, fuck it. Get her out of here, Mulder. I know how to handle Billy Miles. I'll do it."

"You'll help us." Scully had rejoined Mulder in the elevator.

"Congrats, you two, by the way," Krycek said with a smirk, gesturing at Scully's stomach. "Now go and make sure your kid isn't born in an elevator and snatched by a super soldier. Go!"

And this is how it went. The elevator door closed and Mulder took Scully's hand. They heard it all go down, but they were safe. Guarded by their friends – and at least one foe – they made it out of the building without a scratch, or without anyone following them. A few days later, Mulder once again took Scully’s hand while he whispered words of encouragement and love into her ear until she held their red-faced, squishy miracle in their arms.

"And that, baby William, is the story of your life so far," Mulder whispers the words – and the end of his story - against the warm, soft skin of his newborn son. Holding the feather-light baby in his arms, he glances over at Scully in her hospital bed and is overwhelmed by the love he feels.

"Here's my first piece of advice to you," he murmurs as the baby sniffles in sleep, "your mom is always right. The story just proved that, didn’t it? She has the best ideas and just between us, baby William, she’s stubborn as a mule."

"Why do you keep calling him baby William?" Mulder lifts his eyes and sees that Scully is awake, smiling at them and ignoring that he just compared her to a mule.

"Because," Mulder says, transferring the infant back into her arms, "there are so many Williams in our family already."

"We can still change his name," Scully says, tracing William's features. "We can call him Fox Jr."

"Will." Mulder crouches down and talks to his son. "I take it all back. Your mom doesn't always have the best ideas."

"So we're sticking with William?" One hand on the baby, she uses the other one to touch Mulder's hair, softly ruffling it.

"It fits him," Mulder says, observing the boy. "I like it. William Scully III."

"No. William Scully-Mulder the First." Mulder just stares at her, wondering if he should ask her to marry him. He's had the ring for a while. A long while. He wants to make it official. It's him, Scully, and William against the world. Super soldiers, monsters, and anyone who wants to cause them harm will have to go through him.

"You were right," he says.

"I already like where this is going."

"To pull me back from fighting Billy Miles. All I could think about was protecting you. I thought... I thought fighting him was the best way to do that. I was wrong."

"Your heart was in the right place," Scully assures him. "I just couldn't let them win this one. I wanted you here with me. I knew you'd protect us, no matter what."

And he didn't have to because Skinner, Krycek, and Doggett handled it all. William might have been born in the middle of nowhere, but at least it was in a hospital. No one had come here. No one had threatened them. For now, they were free.

Scully's eyelids start to droop. Having read all the books in the little time he had, he knows that Scully should sleep whenever the baby is sleeping.

"Let me take baby William," he says softly, lifting the sleeping infant from Scully's arms. “I’ll wake you when he gets hungry.”

"Thank you, Mulder," Scully mumbles, already half asleep.

"I'll keep watch," he promises Scully, kissing William's forehead. Tomorrow, they will step back into the real world. They will go home and build a life together. “Tonight, tomorrow,” he promises his son, “and every day after.”

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Fictober Day 7

Prompt @urfriendlywriter

Lazy kisses in the morning that starts with a grunt. One pulling the other closer as they try to get up, lazily pressing kisses all over their face. Ends with a hoarse whisper asking them to stay.

Steddie, fluff, sleepy mornings

Eddie wakes up in Steve's arms after a night together, sun peeking through the blinds of his window, their legs tangled together. He sighs, kissing Steve's cheek before moving to get up.

Steve grunts, pulling Eddie closer. Eddie starts to protest, but Steve interjects, pressing gentle kisses over his face.

“Steve, we gotta get up.” Eddie protests, but Steve persists, looking up at him sleepily.

“Please stay.” He whispers, voice hoarse, throat dry. “Just stay for a couple more minutes, okay?”

Eddie gives in with a soft smile, laying back down as he pulls Steve to his chest, nuzzling his face into his hair, arms around him.

“Happy now, sweetheart?” He asks, running a hand through Steve's soft hair. Steve nods with a content sigh, pressing his face into Eddie's shoulder, warm breath hitting the bare skin.

Eddie shivers from the feeling, smiling down at the sleepy boy in his arms, heart warming. He watches Steve slowly wake up fully, his eyes full of warmth for him.

“Good morning, clingy boy.” He teases, kissing Steve's cheek, making him flush.

“Good mornin’, Eds.” Steve mumbles, stretching out his legs, toes poking out from the edge of the blanket. “Breakfast?”

Eddie nods and starts to sit up, pressing a chaste kiss to Steve's lips before getting up fully, stretching his arms out in the air, tshirt riding up at the action and showing off the soft trail of brown hairs going down his stomach and disappearing underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Pancakes?” He asks, heading toward the door, glancing back for confirmation. Steve nods and watches Eddie leave the room, a content smile on his lips.