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[anders-hawke]

As the World Caves In

Mulder/Scully: end of the world smut; Scully holding/squeezing Mulder’s hand during orgasm. Written for @xfpornbattle’s Sextember 2022. Title taken from the Matt Maltese song, but more specifically the Sarah Cothran cover of it. @today-in-fic

It starts, as they say, with a bang. Or maybe “ends” would be a more apt description.

For a few moments, all Scully is aware of is the thump of her heart, steadily beating its anxious rhythm: Danger. Danger. Danger. She forces her eyes open before they’re ready, flinging her arm to the other side of the bed. Muldermuldermuldermuldermulder her heart thumps, faster as she swipes her hand around on the sheets, looking for his warmth, for his assurance that it’s not happening. This is not happening.

Scully blinks furiously, stumbling out of bed to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a thick woolen shirt, pausing at the door to let her vision clear. “Mulder!?” she calls out, wandering around the house, hoping with everything she has left that she is terribly, terribly mistaken.

She frantically peaks through archways and slams open every door to no avail. Scully desperately jogs around various pieces of furniture to the front door, hastily tugging on boots and a thick winter jacket before exiting the house into the eerily still pre-dawn expanse.

“Mulder!” she cries out, the thick layer of snow from the night before crunching underfoot as she treks across the porch and down the stairs.

Another bang. In its aftermath, she hears an engine start around the side of the house and jogs over, finding Mulder rising from beside the generator, bundled much more securely than she.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around him. He startles for a moment but relaxes when he realizes that it’s her.

“Scully.”

“Don’t scare me like that,” Scully pleads, allowing Mulder to unwrap her arms from their grip around his torso so he can turn around.

“I’m sorry,” he says, burying his gloved hands in her tangled auburn tresses. “I got a message from the Gunmen.” No no no no no— “They’re on their way to your mother’s. They’ll take her to their bunker.”

No... “Mulder...”

“Hey, hey, hey...” he whispers, smoothing her hair back as he pulls her into him. “We’ve been preparing. We’ll be okay.”

“How can you say that, Mulder?” she cries, shaking her head against his coat.

“What’s the alternative, Scully? Panicking won’t help.”

“Blind optimism isn’t of use either—”

“Scully—Scully, look at me,” Mulder urges, taking her by the shoulders and bending down to look her in the eyes. “We have a plan. Okay? You and me—we have a plan. The Gunmen and your mom have a plan. Doggett and Reyes are getting William—they have a plan. Even Skinner has a plan. Just believe in me. Okay?”

She nods, sniffling. “Okay.” Five minutes ago, she was sleeping her last restful night in their bed before this great unknown. Oh, God. Thump thump thump. So many things left unfinished—William, their sweet baby son, still lost to them, but hopefully not for long. “Okay.”

***

They spend the day pacing agitatedly, waiting for updates from their friends, frantically switching between embracing and not being able to stand still enough to touch. After hours, Scully forces them to eat a bowl of soup each; each spoonful goes down, but barely.

The relief they both feel when the messages come through, only scant hours apart that evening, that everyone is safe nearly buckles Scully’s knees. “Oh my God,” she intones against his shoulder, his cheek, between his brows, his lips.

It’s warmer inside the house than outside, and blisteringly hot where Mulder’s hands skim the curves of her body beneath her shirt. “Scully,” he says, his well-maintained beard rasping against the sensitive skin beneath her ear.  “God, Scully.”

He walks her back to the stairs and she’s tempted to tug him down on top of her right there, but resists. Scully tugs his face away from her neck by his ears, breathless, and palms his cheeks. “Take me to bed, Mulder,” she tells him.

He kisses her heartily, face framed in his tender palms. “Come on.”

He is oh-so tender as he undresses her, and she is the same, but his callouses are still rough against her skin as he drags his hands down to her hips, tugging down her panties as he kneels on the floor. Love me, love me, love me. He kisses the healed bullet wound on her abdomen, a ritual after all these years of loving each other, but it makes her breath catch in her throat nonetheless.

Scully urges him up and tugs him with her onto their well-loved bed, letting her eyes fall closed in bliss as Mulder indulges himself in her breasts. He kisses a circle around each mound, teasing her mercilessly before finally nudging her nipple with the tip of his nose.

“Mulder...” she sighs, exasperated.

He chuckles and promptly sucks her into his mouth, yanking a lengthy sigh of pleasure out of her mouth as she slowly drags her foot up the back of his leg, opening herself up to his gently rocking hips. It is at once the most ordinary sex they’ve ever had—textbook for them, really—and the most ardent lovemaking session to date, even this early in.

Mulder lets her nipple go, leaving her flesh around it reddened from his beard, and swiftly moves to the other, bringing his hand to the nipple left wet with his saliva. He caresses her breasts in concert, one inside his mouth and the other with his hand. Where he sucks the one, he tugs the other; where he nips the one, he pinches the other. Eventually, it becomes too much, and Scully clasps his hand over her breast, flexing her toes as her chest heaves.

He hums and slides his hand free to support himself while he sends the other adventuring down past her hip to caress the inside of her thigh, venturing teasingly close to where her wetness his gathering before tugging her other leg up and over his hips so he can roll his erection against her at a better angle.

“Ahh...” Scully breathes, pushing her head back as his cock slips between her outer lips to rub against her slick inner ones.

Mulder groans, sinfully sexy, and her nipple slips away from him. “Jesus. Scully, you—”

He shakes his head and captures her lips instead, hiking himself further up the bed to do so and taking her legs with him. Scully cries out as his penis strokes against her clit, reflexively gripping his ass as he takes her lips again, grinding against her. She can feel her arousal practically dripping out of her to be spread by his cock, the interaction of their bodies lewd.

Just when she thinks he’ll reposition and slip inside of her, he instead begins his journey down her body, kissing down her chest and abdomen, straight to her pussy. Mulder doesn’t waste any time before roughly spreading her labia and pressing an incongruously tender kiss to her throbbing clit. Scully cards her fingers through his hair, breath stuttering as he teases her with the tip of his tongue.

He abruptly licks her with the flat of his tongue, a cry catching in her throat as she digs her heel into his back. Mulder places his hand on her abdomen, just above her pubic hair, and applies pressure, inserting his middle finger inside her at the same time. Scully meets his hooded gaze and whimpers, letting her head fall back against the pillow as he crooks his finger inside her, deftly stimulating her G-spot and sucking her clit into his mouth.

“Oh, God!” she cries out, gripping his hair in one hand and pressing his face against her by the nape of his neck with the other. “Mulder...”

He slips another finger inside and shifts by the foot of the bed, increasing his pace as Scully feels her orgasm begin to build. Faintly through the walls she can hear the generator running outside, and in the room the lewd shifting of body parts against the sheets and Mulder’s little satisfied noises as if he can’t get enough of her, and the little whimpers she can’t help but emit.

Slow and steady wins the race, she knows. He doesn’t do anything special, he simply follows her directions, pressing more firmly on her abdomen as she begins to roll her hips, encouraging her approaching orgasm. “Mulder,” she gasps.

“Come on, honey,” he mumbles against her clit. “Come on. Come for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” she intones, words devolving into a rich moan as her pussy begins to throb around his fingers.

They quickly disappear to be partly replaced by Mulder’s tongue as he licks her arousal, a man insatiable. Scully lets him linger until he’s satisfied, smoothing her hands across his shoulders and down his arms as he kisses his way back up her body, the first round of kisses like a trail of breadcrumbs. He drops a kiss on each of her stiff nipples before kissing the hollow at the base of her throat.

“Get up here,” she tells him, urging him back up to her lips with her hands on his biceps and a tender smile on her face.

Mulder’s done a good job of distracting her from humanity’s impending doom, but as Scully kisses him, scratching at his scalp in an unconscious effort to sooth herself through him, it all comes flooding back. She lowers her intensity, disconnecting their lips to nuzzle his face and reach between their bodies for his stiff erection.

“Scully,” he rumbles, pulling back enough to make eye contact, his hand coming up to cup her jaw and thumb her plump lower lip.

She teases his slit with the nail of her thumb and he gasps, jerking his hips, and she bites her lip and cocks her eyebrow. Scully never fails to enjoy leading him around by his dick. Mulder shifts his penis away from her hand and takes it in his own, lining them up and nestling the head of his cock in her entrance. They moan in harmony as he thrusts inside her pussy, lips tantalizingly brushing against each other, grinding his pelvis against hers.

Scully wraps her legs around his waist, holding him still to savor the moment; their breaths mingle, and time stills for a moment. “I love you, Mulder,” she tells him, voice barely carrying beyond the two of them.

He tips his forehead against hers, their eyes falling closed. “I love you, too, Scully.” Thus begins their slow unraveling.

Mulder pulls out almost all of the way and thrusts back inside her, making sure to grind against her clit. His wiry chest hair scratches at her breasts as Scully sucks in a sharp breath, his cock dragging along her G-spot with every well-angled thrust. He fucks her with ease after all these years, knows her inside and out, knows what makes her tick, how she loves it when he splays her legs wide with his hips, and how she likes his thrusts to get shallower and shallower the closer she gets to coming.

He gets the balance between dragging his cock against her G-spot from within and grinding his pelvis against her clit just right and she tenses up, brows furrowing as she feels the sensation building within her. Mulder turns his face to the side and rasps his beard along her skin, sucking a hickey just below her ear. Scully lets out a breathy moan, chest heaving against his, and digs her nails into his sacrum.

“Mulder...” she moans, pussy twitching around his cock as she fumbles her other hand beside her head, searching for his hand. “Oh...” Tears gather behind her eyelids, one escaping to streak down the side of her face as he tangles their fingers together. “Oh! Oh!” Her gasps begin to string together, legs twitching and clit pulsing as her cries gather in strength until— “Mulder!” she screams, clutching his hand as she clenches her thighs against his hips, cunt pulsing around his thick cock.

Mulder groans and kisses her, swallowing her moans and whimpers as he continues to drive into her, seeking his own imminent release. “God, you’re so sexy when you come, baby,” he says, reaching down to push her legs up a little further and really drive into her still-throbbing pussy.

“Yeah. Give it to me, Mulder,” she urges him, voice breathy. “I need it.” She purposefully clenches around him. “Come for me.”

He groans heavily and spurts inside of her, burying his dick inside of her on reflex as he nuzzles her face, pressing haphazard kisses everywhere he can reach. “Scully...” he groans, gyrating his hips in a circle to prolong their orgasms until he’s done.

They’re both left panting, damp with sweat, bodies pressed together so intimately that it’s difficult to tell where Scully begins and Mulder ends. She has no desire to disentangle them any time soon as she gently drags her fingers up and down his spine. Eventually, he picks up his head and presses a simple kiss to her chin, smiling sorrowfully down at her.

“This won’t be the end of us.”

“I believe you,” Scully admits, and for once, she’s telling the truth with no qualms or doubts to plague her.

[aloysiavirgata]

Thanks to @numinousmysteries for tagging me! I had never checked these stats before!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

92

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

484,620

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’ve written for Hannibal, Battlestar Galactica, The Fall, and The X-Files, but only The X-Files at this point.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Parting Glass (smut)

Animus Possidendi (dark smut)

The Common Fate of All Things Rare (casefile, cowritten)

Lacuna (casefile)

This Her Fever (cancer arc)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes and no. Not like I should. I am so deeply, truly grateful for every single one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I killed William in Inhaling the Different Dawn, but that wasn’t at the end.

Maybe Where The Vines Cling Crimson? Scully’s cancer comes back and her fate is ambiguous. And I had Scully kill Emily in Alabaster Stones. But I think that was the right ending for both of them.

As a mother? A Basket of Reeds, where Scully gives William away. I can’t even reread it without a lump in my throat, man.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Tent of Shelter is fluffy and lovely gets a lot of love, and was inspired by a STUNNING manip by @avocadoave but I personally think In The Gale. It’s the one that, to me, feels the most like a grownup relationship of two people processing some trauma. I think that’s an ending that’s happy and also real - like “I don’t love being broken, but I can survive being broken with you.” Two abeyances that lean…

Foxfire for similar reasons. I real love that little story, which I wrote thanks to @perplexistan

I’m 43. I’ve been married for well over two decades and let me tell you that young love is a gift and mature love is a craft.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Some! And that’s really great too, that people read words I wrote and felt so passionately that they left me words about those feelings. What a strange but profound compliment!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. PWP isn’t my personal taste so even though I wrote a LOT of smut for the old pornbattles at LJ I wanted the smut to still tell a story.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I can’t say it’s especially crazy, but Fern Hill is a Mulder/Stella Gibson crossover. There are a few little ficlets with XF/Silence of the Lambs crossovers in my Inbox Prompts series.

Oh fuck! Wait! I wrote a Fall/Hannibal/XF crossover called Anthemoessa where Stella, Scully, and Bedelia all meet. Okay that’s it. That wins.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Years ago. God, isn’t that sad? To need positive reinforcement that much?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It was SUCH a compliment!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have - The Common Fate of All Things Rare

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mr. Virgata and me. Followed by Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, who literally invented the word. ❤️

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Fisher King

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do pretty good banter and my education makes me pretty good at the sciencey bits.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get too lost in descriptions and I try too hard to be clever. I do my best to self edit but sometimes I reread things and I’m like oh my GOD SHUT YOUR PRETENTIOUS ASS UP.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve done it for Bedelia and Hannibal in Italian. I’m not sure I understand the question?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

TXF, my one true love.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don’t know that I have a favorite per se. I am most proud of the ones that challenged me to do something outside my comfort zone. Samson is one of mytop fives even though it’s Mulder/Diana. I think I did a nice job. I also wrote Pair of Aces/Double or Nothing which is Scully/Byers.

But I do really love the world of Petrichor and Singing of Mount Abora, and I like the cases.

[freckleslikestars]

I have like three pornbattle fics I’ve been working on since the prompts went live, but I’ve just been so drained the last couple months that I haven’t gotten anywhere with them. Gonna try and finish one tonight, and maybe try and work on one tomorrow whilst I’m doing laundry, but this is basically all to say that I can’t guarantee anything will actually be posted within the time limit

[xfpornbattle]

TODAY IS THE FINAL* DAY FOR PROMPT FILLS!

Submissions will be officially open until 12 PM PST(3 AM EST).  After this, I will put up a master list post for the event. *As I previously mentioned, late prompts WILL be accepted. It just may take a little longer to add them to the spreadsheet and masterlist post.

[baronessblixen]

Hi 😊

I've gotten a few new prompts in these last few days. Thank you for sending them to me ❤

It might take me a while to answer them, but at least Fictober is coming! I'm still working on prompts from 2016/2017. Just so you know.

I am so thankful for you guys, always sending me these wonderful ideas. I hope I can do them justice.

[frangipanidownunder]

Can I get a yes for more Mulder and Scully fanfic fucking in 2019?

[soft-thrills]

The return of Chris Meloni to the Law & Order universe has led me to dip my toe back in to SVU, which in turn led me to wonder if all that SVU fic I wrote in college was any good, which then led me to realize the archive I posted it to is long gone and I can’t find any of my stories in the ~cloud~ anywhere. They probably exist on the old laptop I have around here somewhere but! Take this as a lesson from me and save your fic!

Will those stories probably make me cringe when I find them? Yes, but I still want them (Unlike the X-Files fic I wrote in high school that I *do* know where to find on the internet but will continue to pretend does not exist.)

In my search of my gmail account for those fics I DID find a bunch of ancient X-Files/SVU crossover smut prompts from an old livejournal pornbattle and not gonna lie... I was tempted. Literally nobody is asking for a Scully/Stabler smut biscuit AND YET... my brain. Anyway that would require me to write ANY fic, which I haven’t done for months.

Anyway, hi! Hope you are all well. Back up your fanfic. <3

[scapegrace74-blog]

X-Files Fanfiction Masterpost

It’s almost the second anniversary of my very first fanfic post on October 1, 2017, so here’s how I’ve frittered away an ungodly amount of time since then.

Drabbles

Driving - Mulder and Scully in the car, Rated G

Flashlight - Why doesn’t Scully like candles anymore?  Rated G

Basement - A character study of a different sort.  Rated G

Motel - Scully escapes an untenable situation.  Angst.  Rated G.

Pistol - Mulder meets his gun.  Rated G.

Cigarettes - Teenage Dana Scully wants to rebel.  Rated G.

Slideshow - How does Mulder do it?  Rated G

Guilty Party - Where do you go when you can’t go on?  Angst.  Rated G.

Suits - Even Mulder has to suffer the indignities of aging.  Humour.  Rated G.

UFO - Mulder and Scully’s first flight.  Rated G.

1013 Words - A compendium of adjectives describing Mulder.  Rated G.

Faith - A glimpse into Mulder’s inner dialogue. Post-ep for Revelations.  Rated PG.

Winter - Scully has dipped to the lowest point in her horizon.  Angst.  Rated G.

Family - Scully is Mulder’s chosen family.  Rated G.

Run - Meditations on a word.  Rated G.

Unnamed - Mulder’s thoughts during Pine Bluff Variant.  Rated PG.

Help - Mulder wants to be a father.  Rated G.

Travel - See the world, join the Bureau.  Rated G.

Unnamed - Smut biscuit.  Rated NC-17.

Detour - thoughts on the motel room scene.  Rated G.

Walking After You - Scully’s thoughts on the ice in Antarctica.  Rated G.

Unnamed - Mulder’s mind reading in The Sixth Extinction.  Rated G.

Unnamed - Christmas at the Unremarkable House.  Rated PG.

Mobius Strip - Mulder’s thoughts as he drives to South Carolina in My Struggle III.  Rated G.

None at this time - Mulder muses on Scully’s bucket of priorities in Jersey Devil.  Rated G.

The Things We Never Say - Mulder plans for the future.  Angst.  Rated G.

Knock Three Times - nobody does head games like Mulder and Scully.  Set during Plus One.   Rated R.

Inferno - my breakout hit of the summer.  A post-ep for Ghouli in which Mulder comes to grips with the events of that ep.  Rated R.  

Cinders - a post-ep for The End.  Angst ahoy, with a side of dubcon.  Rated R.

Love is to Die, Love is to Dance - the six stages of falling in love with your partners.  Rated R.

A Proposal - how it might have gone down, the first time they broached the subject.  Rated G.

Oxytocin - Mulder has an unhealthy habit.  Rated NC-17.

The Ocean Breathes Salty - Mulder being a douchebag, set around Three Words.  Angst.  Rated G.

Stalemate - Mulder being Mulder, set around The Blessing Way.  Angst.   Rated G.

Dressed to Suppress - Mulder muses on Scully’s evolving sense of style.  Rated G.

Two Weeks - a third person POV angst-o-rama, set during the Revival era. Rated R.

Fic trope mash-up prompt for Survival/Wilderness and Unexpected Virgin.  Post-colonization.  And its sequel.

Fic trope mash-up prompt for Summer Camp AU and Erotic Dreams.  Humour.  I sorta love this one.

Fic trope mash-up prompt for Green Eyed Epiphany and Hair Brushing / Braiding.  Angst.  

Fic trope mash-up prompt for Airport AU and Bathtub.  MSR.  

Fic trope prompt for Royalty AU.   MSR in medieval Russia.  Trust me.

Linguiphilia - dirty talk in the bedroom, MSR-style.  Rated NC-17.

Allotrope - romantic anal sex?  Is that a category?   Rated NC-17.

Prompt response - five times Mulder and Scully got caught kissing.  Rated PG.

Pandora’s Box - prompt response to Scully accidentally finding an engagement ring Mulder bought her, but prior to any relationship.   Rated PG.

Slightly Longer Fics

Files - Mulder thought he was in the doghouse.  Rated R.

Unnamed - Anger and lust - they’re two sides of the same coin.  Rated NC-17.

Hospital - How many times has Mulder been admitted, anyway?  Humour.  Rated G.

Last Full Measure of Devotion and its sequel We Take Increased Devotion - in answer to a prompt asking about Mulder and Scully’s first date.   Rated NC-17.

Detour - the road not traveled. AU for what would have happened if Mulder had stayed and drunk wine with Scully during the ep.  Written for the 2018 X-Files Pornbattle.  Rated NC-17, obviously.

Even Now in Heaven - a pre-XF fic in which Mulder and Scully have a one-night stand before meeting at the FBI.  Written for the 2018 X-Files Pornbattle.  Rated NC-17.

Fuchsia - written for the X-Files Pornbattle prompt “dry humping / frottage, both come”.  I’m such a classy lady.  Rated: NC-17.

No One Falls in Love Under Fluorescent Lights - early season sex, maybe?  Inspired by the Stars song of the same name.  Rated R.

Jude - sometimes healing and insight come from the least likely places.  Petfic! Set during the Revival separation.  Angst.  Rated G.

Sabine - a fic written for the XFilesFicExchange.  Amor Fati post-ep AU.  Mulder’s past catches up with him.  Angst and MSR.  Rated G.

Stories

Unnamed - Scully and Mulder hook up. Scully POV.  Rated NC-17

Unnamed - Mulder and Scully hook up.  Mulder POV.  Rated NC-17

The Wraith - Hallowe’en story.   Rated PG.

Severed - what happens when the ties between them are severed?  Angst. Housed at AO3.  Rated NC-17.

Vacationland - written for the 50 States of Sex collaboration.  I chose Maine.  Set after the failed IVF.  Angst and smut.   Housed at AO3.  Rated R. 

Cardinal Sins - a four part story (plus Epilogue) that explores the possibility of early season sex evolving into something more substantial. West - Lust.  North - Envy.  South - Gluttony.  East - Wrath (trigger warnings for dub-con apply).  Epilogue - Pilgrimage.  Rated NC-17. 

Perushim - a WIP series of one-shots about Fox William Mulder, and what makes him tick.   Housed on AO3.  Ratings vary by chapter.

Novel Length

Second Side of Light - housed at AO3.  A historical AU in which Mulder and Scully meet while crossing the Oregon Trail.   Rated PG for the most part, with exceptions marked in the chapter headings.  A sequel is in the works.

Seventeen - housed at AO3.  A romp through Fox Mulder’s past in search of what makes him tick, one sex partner at a time.  It’s a lot less libidinous than it sounds, but still, Rated NC-17.

Black and White and Red - housed at AO3.   A historical AU set in the 1950s (with flashbacks to World War 2) inspired by the genre of film noir.   Fox Mulder is a heretical photographer.   Dana Scully is a desperate woman.   This is what happens when they meet.

Coming Soon!  Saorsa - an Outlander AU novel.  Sorrynotsorry for jumping fandoms.

[contrivedcoincidences6]

Can you do 9 from the pornbattle list?

Thank you! My first official prompt fill. I’ve been having a tough time writing so I’m excited I could squeeze this one out. @xfpornbattle

9. Early MSR. Mulder shows up at Scully's apartment injured, and Scully "takes care of him"

***

Padded footfalls are drowning out by my heartbeat as I pace in front of the door, phone in hand. Every couple of minutes I check the phone and consider driving out to find Mulder myself. It’s not really a knock that jars me out of my worrying but a bang on the door.

In a moment the door is open and before I have a chance to think Mulder falls into my arms and I struggle to keep us both standing. He’s pale, clammy, and disorientated. Getting him to the bed is an ordeal and when he’s finally lying down I run to get a wet towel for his forehead, which is on fire.

“We gotta find out who killed my father,” Mulder yells after me and I sigh to see him once again sitting up.

Cradling his head I lay him down, “Well right now you need to rest okay, rest.”

As he closed his eyes I stroked his hair and cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I give a small flinch when his hand moves suddenly but he just grabs my hand.

“Scully…” He sighs and looks up at me with pain-filled eyes.

“We’re going to figure this out, Mulder. I promise we will find who killed him.”

I begin to check him for injury before realizing that all of the blood covering his shirt is not from him.

“Mulder we need to get your shirt off.” I say and begin to unbutton.

I’d expected a dirty joke at the very least but he just grumbles and complies. I help him fully undress and wash the blood off his chest that had soaked through his shirt.

Up until that point, I’d be focusing on the next logical steps but then noticed his none too subtle erection. My brain freezes in its tracks and I grow warm. Mulder shifts and I look quickly away.

His face is pained and I see the tear tracks down his face.

“Oh, Mulder.” I scoot up and run my fingers through his hair, “I’m so sorry.”

Without opening his eyes he gently cups my face and pulls me close, cheek to cheek.

His face is hot and wet against my skin and temporary worry for his fever distracts me until I feel his lips on my neck as he whispers my surname over and over. His lips feel far too good and his warm body too inviting so I begin to pull away but he holds to me lightly.

Leaning into him I kiss his rough cheek, “Everything’s going to be alright Mulder.”

Mulder’s answer is to pull me into a kiss. The searing heat is almost too much. It’s alarming and arousing at the same time so I try to focus my mind onto caring for Mulder. But his fingers roaming along my face and scalp are a pleasant diversion from the horrors of the day.

“You’re hurt.” He mumbles against my skin and fixes his eyes on my forehead.

“Someone was trying to kill you, Mulder.” My voice is small and the weight of the statement finally reaches me. The following fear threatens to swallow me up.

“I’m sorry.” Mulder’s soft lips kiss the Band-Aid on my forehead.

I never want to let him go but there is work to be done in clearing his name so I start to pull away.

“Don’t leave me.” His voice is so strained. For a moment I picture what it must have been like for him to find his father dead like that and I kiss him again, against my better judgment.

“You need to sleep, Mulder.”

“Stay with me, hold me.”

The part of me that needs that same comfort tells me it would only be until he falls asleep and that he needs me right now and it would help him rest but I know those are just excuses. I want to hold him.

So I shed my blazer and move to the other side of the bed. Before I’m fully settled Mulder is pulling me in close.

Close enough that I fell his burning erection against my hip. Mulder nuzzles my neck, in a world of his own, still crying. I rake my fingers through his damp hair kissing his forehead.

My other hand, though, has a mind of its own as I trail my fingers along his arms, back, and chest.

Mulder kisses my neck again and mumbles my name and I move my hand down to his erection. When I rest my hand there Mulder lets out a small moan.

“Mulder?” I ask wondering if I’m taking advantage of him until he moves his hand over mine and pushes into my palm.

“Please.” He whimpers against my neck and I shiver.

Sweat causes my blouse and slacks to stick to my body and I’m uncomfortably hot but I can’t move.

I don’t waste time before plunging my hand into his briefs. His skin is soft but fiery over his solid erection. Now I let out a little moan. I want to look at him but Mulder has me pulled so close that I can only imagine.

I have a fair imagination and I run my thumb along his ridges to get an accurate picture. Swiping my thumb over his tip I gather some pre cum to join our combined sweat as lube. Mulder is purring into my neck and I kiss his cheek.

The angle is awkward but as soon as I find a good position I begin to move up and down. With each stroke my fingertips I brush his frenulum causing Mulder to tremble.

I press my cheek closer to his, wanting to chase away all his pain.

Meanwhile, I am very wet. Despite the discomfort of the position and heat I relish the feeling of him in my hand and I can’t help but picture taking him in my mouth, or even better, inside me.

“Oh , Mulder.” I whisper against his ear and I feel him breathe my name in response.

Every few strokes I run my thumb over the head and gently run my fingernail against his sensitive skin.

It’s all incredibly intimate but feels so natural. Claustrophobic but not close enough.

With a sudden intake of breath and a shudder, Mulder cums into my hand.

He pants against my neck and for a moment we lay there like that until I reach behind me to get tissues from my nightstand to clean up. When I begin to move away Mulder weakly tries to pull me back.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” I whisper and kiss his temple.

“Love you Scully. Love you.”

I freeze for a moment before continuing to clean him up and tuck him back inside his briefs.

I hum lightly and pull the covers up around him.

“Go to sleep Mulder.”

Mulder nods blearily, “ThankyouSculley.”

Mulder never brings it up after he recovers. I expect him to at least act strange but he seems to either have no memory of it or to have no interest in taking it further. So I bury the memory down deep inside but occasionally when I am alone at night and feeling lonely I will imagine we are back there in that world of our own.

[aloysiavirgata]

Hi there!

May I ask a few writing questions (which, might sound like I’m actually trying to demand more Henry fics, but I swear are genuine questions, although I would always welcome more Henry fic):

(1) Creatively, what inspires you to create a universe with full storylines from beginning to end (like, say, the Dryad fics, or Waters of Babylon/Petrichor/Singing of Mount Abora VERSUS creating a universe (like with the Henry universe) and keeping it to out-of-order ficlets? Is it the different categories that inspire you differently (Dryad is family fic, Waters of Babylon through Abora are UST to RST, Henry are Scully/Other)? Is it because of the labor involved?

(2) In stories like the Henry stories, do you have a timeline set in your mind of where each ficlet takes place, or do you write without a timeline in your mind? Is it easier or harder to write without a timeline in mind? I have a Master document where I try and place your ficlets (both Henry and non-Henry) where they might sort of fit based on the details you provide but there are some where I just don’t know and just organize them by dates of publication, but it kills me when I don’t know what YOU, the author, intended when it’s your universe/your mind I’m eagerly entering and it made me wonder how/if dates/eras/season timelines, etc ever float around in your mind? Or, the decision-making process for why to sometimes include them, and sometimes not.

(3) For people like you and the Penumbras, Prufrock’sLoves, of the world, etc — you’re clearly gifted at writing, and I assume writing is an outlet of a sort for you. How do you contain that, or give that gift an outlet, during periods where you step away from the fandom and not write for months/years? I ask this as someone who does not have a gift or anything I’m especially good at (which is fine! I lead a full life regardless). I mean, take Henry! The Henry universe haunts me (in good ways, of course). At any given time. During a meeting at work, or while shopping for something that triggers XF thoughts and then I wonder about whether Scully and Henry finally parted ways on the best of terms so that Scully and Mulder can get back to making love inside a car in the rain guilt-free. (haha) And this universe isn’t real! And I didn’t write it! And… it still takes up time sometimes in my head. Wouldn’t this haunting be multiplied in yours since you’ve created all these universes? Are they always in the background of your mind? Do you compartmentalize them? Do you know the ending of the Henry universe, etc?

Basically, what happens in the mind of creative people? How does your brain function?

Weird, super big question, I know, but MAN, I will forever be sorry I missed the ATXC days, or the Livejournal days where I can dig up author postings where they provide more details about their stories/processes.

I just have so many questions for you guys!

Thank you for alllllll you do for the fandom.

First of all, thank you so much for this ask. It still blows my mind that people receive happiness from a hobby that brings me so much joy and relaxation.

I miss the ATXC days as well, and especially LiveJournal. The PornBattles on LJ, ironically, taught me to write.

1 - It’s really hard to say. A lot of my fic is inspired by gaps or frustrations created by 1013. On the one hand Mulder and Scully are these deeply complex people with nuanced backstories and on the other hand…??? David’s wedding ring stunt or Gillian giving Scully an affair with a married professor. Dryad came from a frustrated place that is due in part to Chris seeming to think that you can either be a parent or a complex individual. Plus it was fun to write that autopsy.

Henry was created by an ask that I loved because Scully DOES deserve better but also I want her with Mulder and I wanted to explore that conflict and make a reader feel it.

2 - Oh my gosh that is an amazing compliment! I don’t really have a solid timeline, I’m afraid. I am truly, truly absolutely shit at the WIP life. 🙃.

3 - I remain blown away by this praise. My career shift has allowed me to have a lot more creativity, though not writing per se. Writing is my favorite thing to do. I am a scientist at heart and I love cooking and baking and animals and fashion and home decor but I am most myself when I am writing. I’m usually thinking about writing, even when I’m not actively doing it. And I confess sometimes it is very strange he to be a Serious Adult with a Serious Job who is also running an internal monologue like “would uni-era Mulder thing vagina or cunt or pussy or some secret fourth thing?”

How does it end with Henry? She stays with him. Of course she stays.

Thank you, kind and sweet anon. You are a gem.

[freckleslikestars]

whats the betting that I can get this pornbattle fic finished in the next two hours before I have to go to work?

[serahsanguine]

Porn Battle 4,5,11

Good Vibrations - NC-17

can also be read on Ao3

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Tagging; @skullsmuldon​ @baronessblixen​ @xfpornbattle​ @today-in-fic​ @peacenik0​ @storybycorey​

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Good Vibrations. 

Prompt;

4, Scully wears a portable vibe and gives Mulder the control

11, Wearable vibrator, public dinner date/family dinner

Mulder and Scully had been dating a few months and she was always looking to try new experiences but nothing had been quite as daring as what they were going to do today. Mulder had bought her vibrating panties a few weeks ago and she was yet to wear them until today.

She had lost a bet earlier in the week which meant she had to wear those panties and give Mulder control of them. To pick and choose when he saw fit. Which lead to today and she had to wear them to dinner in a public restaurant with her Mom and Mulder.

She was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit, she was wearing a deep satin blue dress with a sweetheart neckline that was slim to the body until the waist where it flared out. Showing not only the curves of her upper body but the smooth slender legs. Her hair was in an updo with a few single curled strands surrounding her face, showing her cheekbones and upper jaw. Her makeup was subtle but enchanting with a deep smoky eye shadow and a lipstick a little darker than her natural shade. With the last spritz of her Paris perfume, there was a knock at the door.

She walked over to the front door in her bare feet not making a sound against the floor. She opened it to see Mulder smiling down at her he was wearing a charcoal dinner suit with an off white shirt. He looked stunning and his facial expression soon changed to one of incredible desire and in awe of her beauty which made her normal pale complexion turn a deep shade of crimson.

“Wow Scully.”

She moved out of the way letting him in and softly closing the door behind them both.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Mulder,” she chuckled.

This time it was his turn to blush,

“I missed you,” he whispered

“It’s only been a few hours”

“Still enough time to miss you.”  he leaned down and kissed her softly before moving to the sofa.

“I just need to get my shoes on and we're all set.” She moved to the bedroom finding her black stiletto heels and slipped them onto her feet before moving to her chest of drawers, opening to top draw and pulling out the remote control to the panties that she was wearing.

She couldn’t have been more than five minutes and when she walked back towards the living room she found Mulder relaxed on her sofa watching some random game highlights.

“Did we win?”

“No, we lost like normal," he said salty.

He switched off the tv and stood up, she passed him the remote and wicked smile formed on his face. He didn’t need to ask what it was for, he already knew.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, your car or mine?”

“Yours.” She was trying not to let him hear the wavering in her voice as her stomach was in knots with excitement and nervousness. She followed him out of her apartment locking the door behind them and walked towards his car and made their way to the restaurant.  

20 minutes later.

They were about 5 minutes away from the restaurant Mulder’s eyes completely fixed on the road, while she too was staring out of the window into the Washington streets.

The whole journey she had been anxious and nervous, knowing at any given time he could set off the pulsating vibration. But there was another part of her that was excited and thrilled, for the possibility of being caught was highly erotic, she couldn’t wait to start the game.

No sooner had she thought those words, She felt her seat vibrating and realized that he had turned on the panties. She looked at him and his eyes did not waver off the road. An instant pool of moisture formed in between her legs.

She felt the low hum against her vulva sweet and steady. She enjoyed the sensation for a few minutes letting the hum of the vibrator course through her body enjoying the sensation and pleasure it was emitting. That was until the car had hit a pothole and it slipped from her vulva to her clit.

She inhaled sharply the vibrator felt more intense Mulder quickly looked over at her and she felt the vibrations intensify. her hand gripped the plastic of the car door her knuckles turning white as a moan escaped her lips.

She started rocking back and forth in her seat her skin felt clammy, her face flushed. She was trying to cause friction and was so close to bringing herself to climax but the vibrations weren't enough, she needed more.

“Mulder…” she whispered

“Hum...”

He was acting innocent and she hated it.

“Please,” she begged.

He chuckled and stopped the car, and she realized that they were outside the restaurant. Damn him she was extremely aroused and sexually frustrated, wanting nothing more but to cum, her inner thighs already sticky with her desire.

“Fuck,” she said silently.

She opened the sun visor looking into the mirror making sure her face showed no signs of her heightened arousal and frustration. Her car door soon opened and she stepped out he placed his hand at the small of her back. It felt like fire against her already heated skin. He lead her toward the restaurant maître d′.

“Hello, How can I help you this evening?”

“A reservation under the name of Scully,” he answered clearly.

The Maître d′, who Scully paid no attention to lead them towards the table they were going to be seated at. All she could focus on was the heat of Mulder's skin against hers and the look of mock innocence with a splash a desire in the depths of his hazel eyes. She looked away as they had arrived at the table it was set away from the others, near the clear open full-length window, at the moment looked more like doors. That's when she spotted the familiar shade of red hair that could only be her mother.

“Hello Dana”

She watched as her mom stood up in a beautiful black dress that she had never seen before.   Mulder's hand left the small of her back and she walked towards her mother and hugged her.

“Hi Mom”

Her mom kissed her on her cheek then moved towards Mulder.

“Hello Mrs Scully”

“Good evening Fox, and you should know by now to either call me Maggie or mom,”  she said warm-hearted.

Scully watched as her mom took the place opposite her at the table and Mulder sat next to her entwining their hands.

“Are you alright dear? You look flushed.”

She blushed, “I’m fine thank you Mom it’s just an incredibly warm night”

She looked at Mulder and he smirked before turning back to her mom.

“Yes, it is.”

Conversation flowed easily, they ordered their food which arrived promptly and was delicious. Mulder had turned the vibrating function off for a while to which is was thankful. She didn’t want to explain to her mom why she was moaning and thrusting her hips at the table.

Mulder began to speak and she felt the low hum back in between her legs she went to speak in reply but he turned the vibrations on what seemed like the intense mode. Her panties flooded with her wetness, she closed her mouth trying to stifle a moan instead she opted for biting her lip hard to the point she could taste blood. The vibrations stopped and she sighed with relief and frustration. The dessert soon arrived and conversation stopped momentarily while everyone enjoyed their food.

20 minutes later with the dessert eaten her mom started talking to her and he turned on the panties back on intense, her heart began to race her stomach began to flutter she was desperately trying to pay attention to what her mom was saying but she couldn’t think straight. She looked over at Mulder and couldn’t help but melt to look at him, while her panties became even more soaking wet, the look in his eyes were dark, lustful and devilish. No one but her new that look meant, he was horny and hungry for her body, which only intensified the desire within her.  She longed to just rip his clothes off an suck his dick!

She looked at the random guy at the table across from them, to see if they had noticed her facial expressions change. But he wasn’t even paying attention to the table in front of him being more engrossed in his conversations.

The vibration seemed to start and stop and intensify in vibration as it pulsated on her wet pussy, she shifted to feel it pulse against her clit which only made it more pleasurable. Every time she thought she was about to climax the vibrations would stop and then start again. Scully growled low in her throat, she had to make him suffer if only a little bit of what she was feeling. She snaked her hand underneath the table and grabbed his dick. Which was hot, hard and ready for her.

Feeling him like that sent her body into overdrive and she pulsated for the very last time. As her whole body tensed and shuddered as her walls convulsed violently against her panties. Her orgasm took over her whole body. She felt she had exploded and shattered into a million pieces she saw black spots behind her eyelids and momentarily forgot where she was.

“Fuck.”

“Dana, Dana, Dana are you ok?”

Scully opened her eyes realizing she was still at the restaurant and her mom was looking at her with a look of concern on her face.

“Yes, sorry Mom my leg seems to have fallen asleep and the pins and needles are a bit intense”

Mulder laughed knowing the double meaning behind her words. She threw him a don’t even think about it look and he stopped instantly.

A little while later it was time to go, everyone said pleasant goodbyes and promises were made to see each other again soon. Scully watched her mom get in her car and drive away.

She waited until her mom was out of sight before whispering in his ear.

“You are a wicked, wicked man. I’ll get you back for this.”

And she knew it was his time to shiver.

The End.

[baronessblixen]

Mulder/Scully/William reunion fic anon here—I was thinking of Coming Home!!! Thank you! It’s so great. “Do you think I can hold him?” ruins me every time. Thank you!

Oh, it was?? Well then, I’m glad! Makes me so happy you like the fic. It’s one of the few things I’ve written that I’m really proud of. Still grateful to everyone who believed in me and that I could write something for the pornbattle 😆

Thank you for reporting back!

[cultureisdarkbeer]

How about prompt 70 for the pornbattle 😎🎉🎉🎉

This was a tough one. I am but a humble servant.

Collared

Scully fought at Mulder wildly, her efforts not even straining him, not even slowing the tight pull of the leash wrapped several times around his fist, the collar tightening around her neck with each pull. His sheer strength floored her and she relished in it. The collar tightened as he pounded her relentlessly from behind, her vision spotty. She came so violently she wasn’t sure how long her orgasm lasted and she wasn’t certain she hadn’t blacked out for a warm fuzzy moment. Weak from the exertion she felt the pull of the chain, dragging her and forcing her down to the ground, inches from his hard glistening cock. He handed her an icy bottle of water. Taking a submissive pose, her bare ass high in the air, her breasts hanging heavy as she scooped the cold water over her hot tongue made her sore pussy drip and ache. How did they get here? 

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[scully-eats-sushi]

The XF Pornbattle of 2018 is a gift to this thirsty fandom.

[frangipanidownunder]

Confession: I saw a prompt that to this day really, really bothered me. It was about Mulder insisting on sex with Scully immediately after she had William. The person specifically mentioned Scully in pain, and Mulder not caring because he really wanted to have sex. That really scares me, I don’t think Mulder would do that but even if he did, who would enjoy reading something about Scully being in pain... i left this anonymous because I’m not trying to kink shame, but it really disturbed me.

I agree that Mulder would most definitely not want to hurt Scully. But more than that, I don’t think he would want to take away her agency, her consent, her power. Their partnership is equal and inflicting pain for self-pleasure only is abuse.

Also, the thought of having sex too soon after a baby is eye-watering and dangerous. The risk of infection and further injury is high. There’s a reason why the medical professionals advise you to wait for about four to six weeks. You’ve pushed a watermelon through a hole the size of a grape. Your body isn’t your own anymore. You’re usually bleeding profusely, hormonal, sleep-deprived, stitched together or grazed and none of these things are conducive to feeling aroused. 

Edited to add that Scully, as we know her, would not allow herself to be abused like that. She would list all the reasons why sex too soon after birth is risky and that would be the end if the discussion.

If that was a prompt for the pornbattle, I hope nobody wrote it. I’ve seen some of the prompts this time round and they make me cringe. Some are super specific and creep me out. It would be hard to keep the writing in character so I wish the writers good luck if they attempt some of the more extreme prompts. Trying to force something on our heroes that they would probably turn green at is not my thing, kink or not.

Thanks for your concern. I hear you, lovely anon.