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adieangel · 2 years

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Just the sex, ma'am [X-Files Fanfic List]

I've decided to start compiling a list of my favorite long X-Files MSR fanfics that could be considered PWP (plot, what plot / p*rn without plot), or those that focus primarily on the evolving physical and emotional (and s*xual) relationship between Mulder and Scully.

I've broken it down into two categories. The first are compilations or series that all have the same theme but are not necessarily directly connected. The second are chronological and mostly all in one story.

There may be some overlap with my previous list, but that's just because I really like these stories :D.

Please feel free to recommend more stories to add to this list!

Note: Nearly all stories are rated Mature/R or Explicit/NC-17. Please read the tags carefully as some stories contain sensitive material.

Non-Chronological

A Collection of "First Times" (142,285 words combined) by @atths--twice

The First Time (64,413 words combined) by @agoodwoman1-blog

An Immortal Truth Among Platonic Lies (40,507 words combined) by ScarletteStarlett - Must log in to Ao3 to read.

A Map of Us: 50 States of Sex (131,583 words combined) by Various Authors

Pilot Sex (22,397 words combined) by scullygolightly

Red-Handed (17,667 words, WIP) by @sisterspooky1013 and @xfmaweezy

Chronological

Alternatives Series (40,917 words) by Brandon D. Ray and shannono

Baseball Season (37,083 words) by Apostrophic

Black Tie Affair Series (20,587 words combined) by @somekindofseizurefseizure

Communication Exercise (35,200 words) by @alienqueequeg

First Time for Everything (119,421 words) by @admiralty-xfd

Increments (111,705 words combined) by @dashakay

Inspection (22,714 words) and the Touchstone Series (9,334 words WIP) by @ingridgradient

Parked Cars (17,968 words) by Sarie_Fairy

Partners with Benefits (68,345 words) by @gaycrouton

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (66,985 words) by @agoodwoman1-blog

The Science of Sex (84,646 words, Unfinished) by if_the_seas_catch_fire

Rendezvous & Fraternize (76,137 words combined) by @gaycrouton and @admiralty-xfd

Undercover Swing (54,125 words) by 2momsmakearight

Words of Lust (133,877 words) by @gaycrouton

Worth Breaking (90,624 words) by Narida Law

This list is a living document, so please keep an eye out for some additions to this list as time goes on.

I'm planning on making a few more lists, too, mostly to have on-hand for myself, of my favorite post-colonization and favorite AU stories. Please message me if you have any recommendations for those lists, too! I'm always eager to expand my horizons (specifically within the realm of MSR fic, of course)!

#x files #dana scully #mulder and scully #xf fanfic #fox mulder #msr #msr fanfic #pwp #i don't know how serious tumblr is about censoring certain words so i'm doing it just to be safe

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xfilesfanficexchange · 1 year

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This Is Love

Author: @starwalker42

For: ScullyGolightly

The smile, the one that had pulled her in at the start, made him look charming, suave. Anyone else would fall for it, as Scully herself had all those years ago. That had been before she knew better. Now, she noticed the hint of ice below it, the way it didn’t reach his eyes.

Scully reunites with an abusive ex, and he threatens to turn her whole world back upside down.

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#XFDarkfic2022 7/17

#XFDarkfic2022 #mulder #scully #msr #x files #fanfic #x files fanfic #darkfic

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farm-witches-fic-recs · 2 years

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What about crossovers where characters from one show (or book etc) interact with at least one SC character?

We love a crossover moment!

The Best Man's Wedding - JosieMarieVivianWilkins ( @thebestpartofthecarrotcostume)

Children of (Canadian) Earth - norabombay

Dead Guy at the Rosebud Motel - upbeat

Five Canadians walk into a pub… - sweaters_in_the_summer

The Greater Good - Woollycas

An Improbable Fiction - polyphloisbic

It’s What We Deserve - MoreHuman Patrick Begins - @blackandwhiteandrose Please tell me I won't wash away - @petalwritesx

Some Supernatural Schitt - goldthatglistens

Standing on the Edge of Something Good - picklesandsweetpea, semijocund

Strong Pretty Big - @missgeevious

(un)dead guy in room four - someplacelikebolivia

Up the creek without a boot, a bat, or a bastinada - oddegg

Up Schitt's Creek - @helloitshaley

Wait, when were you in Peru? - @lastchancecafe13 Without A Paddle - ScullyGolightly

#ask a farm witch #sc fic rec #sc fanfic #SC fic #schitts creek fic

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thesexfilespod · 4 years

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#1 - pilot - gillian anderson so smol

stuff we mentioned in the pod for your perusing pleasure 👽🎧

fics 📚

running by scullygolightly on ao3

is it normal to get this wet? by @sarie-fairy

the best blooper 🌧

https://twitter.com/thesexfilespod/status/1310636648128901121?s=21

misc. 👽

follow @cloeboopboop on twitter who designed our rad cover art and check out her etsy store 🧶 she’s the absolute best

and

and thank you to @dcmenegaz on twitter who composed our spooky theme

check out his band buttermother, they have a new single coming out in a few days! ✨

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fragilevixenfic · 4 years

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22 and 46 for the asks.

I had to think a little about these ones.

22. favorite story you’ve ever written

“Falling Away”

It is not one that I often mention but I wrote it for ScullyGolightly and it really tested my mental fortitude for a time crunch as well as creativity. While it is something I was comfortable with, I knew that the subject matter could’ve been risky or controversial. I wanted it to be something that everyone enjoyed just as much as it was for me to write it. I’ve linked it above for anyone who wants to see exactly what I mean. It was truly a labor of “oh, holy hell”...just as @rationalcashew and @monikafilefan lol

46. share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

Oh...oh my...ok, well, here’s the thing...there aren’t many that aren’t partially started but I think I have something that might work.

The charms against her skin rolled against each other, clanging center to center with a ringing, metallic jingling. Just having them around her neck made her painfully aware of the golden cross that had previously swayed routine, like another part of her wardrobe, as it now carried weight across her manubrium of sternum muscle. Fight resided there—of faith, of life, of love—and it left its mark on more than just Scully as she caught sight of its muted reflection in the glass doors of a cabinet. The lights hiccupped again, this time sputtering with a longer gap of time before returning to normalcy, the electronic buzzing becoming more of a growl with every passing second. It had warped into a warning as Scully wrapped her fingers around the edge of a clipboard.

Tick…tock…tick…tock…

Mulder must’ve known that her thoughts were on him as the door swung open, bringing a chill into the room with him as the wind howled from the empty hallway. “I’ve had my fair share of really bad ideas, Scully, but this might’ve taken the cake…”

#fanfic #fanfic is life #writing #inspiration #why do I do this #here we are again

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admiralty-xfd · 5 years

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love: the universal invariant

(Author’s note: this was my gift fic for ScullyGoLightly in the 2018 Secret Santa fic exchange as a nod to her fab series of Pilot Sex works. I tend to stay canon-compliant in my fic so I found a little loophole, here ;)

What happened to Scully and Mulder in those lost nine minutes?

9:03

The rain was pounding heavily against the windshield as Scully watched Mulder’s hands grip the steering wheel. It hadn’t been raining when they got in the car a minute ago and now the torrential downpour was threatening to run them off the road.

How quickly things change, she thought.

It was true; just a couple days ago she’d been dreaming of some fascinating, rewarding assignment where she’d get an opportunity to distinguish herself at the FBI. Instead she was stuck in near-obscurity with Fox “Spooky” Mulder, who was making every passing minute harder because the crazier he seemed, the more attractive she found him, and the more attractive she found him, the more inclined she was to entertain his bizarre theories.

Funny how that worked.

The night sky felt ominous and unfamiliar, just like everything else had been since she started this new endeavor. But already she was beginning to suspect this job might in fact hold some fascination and rewards of its own. This case was indeed strange and intriguing, in spite of her preconceived notions.

Nothing, however, was quite as intriguing as her new partner. She carefully studied his tousled hair, inquisitive eyes, lips always slightly parted as if constantly at the ready to deliver some outrageous new theory. She couldn’t help but feel an attraction to him, but she tried hard to ignore that, to push it aside, dismiss it as a possibility. It was stupid and inappropriate to entertain that kind of thinking.

She watched him as he looked out the windows in every direction, distracted by the spinning compass in his hand, phantoms all around him, aliens and UFOs and everything else that lived in that beautiful brain of his. She wanted to get inside that brain and pick it apart.

“You okay, Mulder?”

He looked around again. She wished he’d keep his eyes on the road. “Yeah, I'm just, er…”

“What are you looking for?”

The question rattled in her mind, a question she did not yet know she would find herself asking him over and over years into their future.

What are you looking for, Mulder?

She remembered asking him the question but as a bright white light appeared and engulfed the car, it was the last thing she would remember.

9:04

He’s still in the car but it feels familiar, cozy, as if he’s been inside a car like this with her a thousand times. She is sitting next to him in the passenger seat, bathed in ethereal white light. The damp ends of her hair wave softly at him, and it feels as if everything were moving in slow motion but there is nothing slow about this, nothing at all. Right now there is only her, only him, only this bright white light, and a resounding clarity that overcomes them both in an instant as her eyes pierce his in some kind of shared understanding. Suddenly they are upon each other, as if nothing else could possibly have come of this moment. It’s pure magnetism.

He holds her forearms, pulling her in, the console between them. Her lips cover his and she tastes like the rain. These lips are undiscovered country, forbidden fruit, something he shouldn’t have; but right here and right now she is his. He’s overwhelmed and feels such a sense of confounding relief, tears welling in his eyes, as if this has taken forever to happen, so, so long, and not that they only just met a couple days ago.

He inhales sharply as she moves to straddle his lap, her chest pressed against his, and he can’t be sure if it’s the steering wheel forcing this closeness or if their hearts are simply searching for each other, seeking the proximity of the other, and finding a truth in this moment that will take them years to find again.

Nothing about this feels strange, though, and as her tongue touches his, creating shockwaves throughout his entire body, the un-strangeness of what is happening is the one thing he clings to.

9:05

She kisses him hard, urgently, as if she knows time is running out. This moment has a shelf life. If she believed in fate, she’d understand this is meant to be, but she is Dana Scully: young, inexperienced, skeptical. She doesn’t know her own potential yet, or that of this man next to her, or theirs together. She doesn’t know what to believe, not yet. But she does feel like this is the most natural turn of events in the world. Everything feels so clear, so true.

She’s not typically a person lacking control in most matters but right now all she can think is they have too many clothes on, too many layers for her to get to him fast enough. Her desire to be one with him is overpowering, irrational even, yet pure and genuine.

His lips travel along her neck and chills run down her spine. His breath is ragged, and it’s all she can hear in this white void surrounding them. Soundless, sightless. Nothing here but him and her. His hands grope blindly underneath her rain jacket, but there is no time for that, not enough time. This rift, this stasis, whatever it is, will not last forever.

Her lips never leaving his, she unbuckles his seat belt, rising up onto her knees.

9:06

He knows where this is headed, he knew the moment she looked at him. She’s in such a desperate hurry to remove their clothing it makes him hard, eager, full of longing for her. He fumbles with her zipper and they pull her pants off together, limbs sticking out every which way, no room for any of this but they press on, relentless.

Her hands grasp the back of his neck and he can feel the grainy residue on her hands from the unidentifiable soot she discovered in the forest earlier. Her physical evidence, her link to him, the place where their minds can and will meet time and time again.

Past, present and future are intermingled in his mind and although he cannot see any details he can feel it with certainty: this heavy, byzantine life the two of them will share with each other. The weight of it threatens to pull him under.

Finding her eyes with his own their gazes lock, intense. A tractor beam. He unbuckles his belt and pulls everything down just far enough and before he knows what is happening she is sinking down, exhaling, and when she is as far as she can go, as close to him as she could ever be, their eyes close together.

One.

9:07

“M-Mulder,” is all she can say, the thickness of him surprising and oh so wonderful. She never even saw what he looked like before he entered her.

“Scully,” he responds, her name the only word his larynx is capable of forming. They know little else about each other at the moment. But the names echo against each other perfectly, two halves of one whole. Partners.

Her cheek is pressed against his and his voice sends a signal to her brain; a shiver, a response that elicits a moan. His voice will have such an effect on her forever, and she will never quite know where and how that began, exactly.

Her brain tells her to slow down, how quickly this is all happening, how good it feels, so good, too good to be true. But in her heart there is an overwhelming sense that this is so very right, shattering to pieces any stray notion that it might be wrong.

His hands are around her waist and they dip up, underneath her coat, touching her bare skin. They are warm and soft, so soft against her lower back, and she sighs. The dueling sensations of this soft touch on the small of her back and his hardness filling her so completely is electric and she falls into him, too stunned to move, forehead against forehead.

“Scully…?” he gets out.

“Yeah…?”

Their eyes are closed, their voices hushed in the silence around them.

“What the hell is happening?”

He sounds frightened, but not out of fear; out of awe. And she understands him in this moment utterly.

“I don’t know,” she whispers honestly, because this thing, whatever it is, isn’t something she can explain, categorize, or easily reference. It just is.

He pulls her lips to his again and she touches his face tenderly, as if she’s done this for years, the familiarity of such an action breathtaking.

She moves against him, gently at first, testing the waters. His hands hold her hips and his thumbs trace circles over her skin, savoring this closeness, this absolute trust. She wants to stay like this forever but in her head there is a clock, a ticking clock telling her it cannot remain, it will not sustain, and soon they are flailing wildly, mouths wet against each other, unpracticed hands everywhere, confusion and certainty somehow coexisting.

He moves his fingertips to her face and she pulls back to look at him, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. His face is so young, handsome; everything she could ever dream to have. She thinks “he is your partner, your work partner, how can you do this? How can he be inside you on your very first assignment?”

She doesn’t do this, sex with strangers. It’s not something she’s ever done. But as the thought enters her mind and her eyes search his, feeling him within her, she knows, somehow: the truth.

This man is no stranger. This man is hers, forever.

9:08

They say the eyes are the window to the soul and as he looks into hers he feels like he knows her intimately. He feels confidence, he feels trust. And he feels love.

He will not remember this happened but there are things he will indeed remember, things that will come to him in flashes for years to come: a touch, a voice, a look.

These things will keep him up at night.

They will be yet another thing he cannot explain, will not be able to explain to himself or to her until he is ready. Until they are both ready.

9:09

Somehow in the back of her mind she knows she won’t remember any of this so she grips him again by his neck as they move together, holding her forehead against his. She breathes him in, listening, trying to remember his sounds, his smell, everything. Anything.

“Mulder,” she says again, panting. She can’t think of any other words to say. Nothing else matters right now but him.

He pulls her lips to his once more and they savor this moment that they will never get back.

9:10

As he pulls away from the kiss he looks her hard in the eyes, meeting her every thrust. He can feel it deep in his bones: this is real, and right. This is love.

He wasn’t even looking for it.

And just as quickly as this all began they are both crashing into each other hard, and to him it feels like heaven, this must be heaven, maybe they are dead and this is all there is: white light and this orgasm.

9:11

Her body shudders and she falls against his chest, breathing heavily. They are quiet for several moments until he speaks, softly.

“Why do I feel like I’ve known you my entire life, Scully? It’s impossible,” he says, his hand stroking her hair.

“It’s strange, Mulder, but... I feel it too.”

“I don’t want to forget this,” he says. “I��m afraid... to lose it.”

It’s been unspoken until now, this knowledge they share somehow that this will all be over soon. That it was special and fleeting and rare. The white void starts to fade away and she hears rain again, tapping all around them, time passing, a ticking clock. Counting down, back to the beginning.

“What if we can’t find it again?” she asks quietly, his heart pounding against her ear.

“We’ll keep looking, Scully,” he says in reply.

9:12

Thunder rumbled loudly as the light faded and the car came slowly to a stop. Still in the passenger seat, fully clothed, Scully turned to him.

“What happened?” she asked.

Mulder’s eyes darted around the dashboard, turning the keys in the ignition, stepping on the brakes. Nothing.

“We lost power, brakes, steering, everything,” he said, as if it were something he expected. She watched his confusion rapidly morph into his own kind of clarity, seeing it click in his brain as he swept up his sleeve, looking at his watch.

“We lost nine minutes!” he cried delightedly, opening the car door, noting the spray painted X he’d made on the asphalt earlier that day. She watched him dancing around in the rain, holding his hands skyward, espousing his theory. Something felt oddly familiar about this but she couldn’t figure out why. It unsettled her.

“Time can’t just disappear, it’s a universal invariant,” she pointed out in response. It was the only scientific truth she could see, something tangible to hold onto in this moment of disorientation.

“Not in this zip code,” he grinned. He ran back to the car and she followed, ducking inside, where it was dry, where things became quiet again.

They drove silently for some minutes and he stared ahead, a grin on his face, an understanding she hadn’t quite come to. His delight was contagious and she smiled in spite of herself.

“You’re something else, you know that, Mulder?” she said.

He glanced over at her. “Something else… good?”

She turned to face forward, the smile remaining plastered to her face. It was all the answer he needed and she knew it.

For some reason she thought of what she’d asked him earlier, the moment before everything stopped, then the light, then nothing. The last thing she remembered.

What are you looking for?

It seemed important but she didn’t know why. He didn’t have an answer, and neither did she. Not to that question, anyway.

They drove in silence as the rain pounded against the windshield and she wondered. She hoped that whatever that answer was, no matter how long it took them, they would find it together someday.

Thanks for reading! You can check out my other works here.

#x files #xfiles #msr #pilot #mulder and scully #fanfic #fanfiction #first time #AU or canon #you decide

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ofmulder · 5 years

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Wednesday, September, Ancient, Minutes, Today, Calendar

-wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated?

The Ghost of Lambertville High is my unfinished baby and I love it so much

-september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

I love getting comments and reviews, I don't have a favorite one, every single comment I get makes me so excited :)

"Yes! Fantastic! The game at the beginning is perfect—getting drunk because they have endless nice things to say about each other. Too adorable! And the smut is super hot!" - there's this specific one from ScullyGolightly I love because I'm really insecure about my characterization and it's always nice to be complimented on it :)

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

Damn! I was 13 when I first started writing fics and I've already taken it down, it was a piece for Oz The Great and Powerful lol (it's been 6 years since I started writing damn)

minutes: how long does it normally take you to complete a fic?

Depends on the lenght:

-less than 1k words - about a week

-2k> 3k two weeks or so

- 4k+ maybe a month

I'm a slow writer and I don't have much time to write, trying to manage studying and working, so I like to take my time and post rlly nice fics even if it takes me a little longer

today: have you made any progress in any wips today?

Yes, actually! I finished a fic today and I'm going to be posting it a little later :))))))

calendar: do you have a schedule for posting?

Nope, I usually post when I finish the fic (because I simply cannot wait lol) and then schedule reblogs for the times I know my followers are more active.

#ask #answered #about me #thanks for asking!#muldersfiish

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audiofanficpod · 2 years

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Re-release

Triangle by Scullygolightly

Read by @msrtheatre0223

Please leave the author a comment if you enjoyed their story 😘

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enigmaticxbee · 2 years

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S1 Rewatch - Fic Recs

Need something to read in your downtime at the motel after a long day of paranormal investigation with your new partner? These are a few of my favorite season 1 fics:

Season spanning/AU versions of season 1:

Universal Invariants by @syntax6 - one of my favorite fics of all time, a casefile set over the course of a canon-parallel version of season 1/early season 2 where Scully’s boyfriend Ethan who was cut from the pilot sticks around. There’s a fantastic follow up Laws of Motion set in season 5. NSFW.

Early On by @sunflowerseedsandscience - one of my comfort fics that I return to again and again. Featuring the perfect, giddy, making out in the rain during the Pilot scene. Ethan sticks around in this fic too.

The Way Things Are by Sukie Tawdry - Scully gets pregnant after a drunken night together mid-season 1. Very angsty and doesn’t feel entirely in character to me but I like a good accidental pregnancy AU. NSFW. (On Gossamer so if the link doesn’t work you can search for it there.)

Unspoken Rules by skuls - Five times Mulder and Scully kissed and never talked about it, and one time they didn’t.

A/S/L by Skinfull - Mulder and Scully start having anonymous cybersex, each suspecting who they’re really chatting with, NSFW.

the progression (and regression) of first names by skuls - Vignettes across season 1. Dana and Scully, she thinks, are two separate people, and he only knows the Scully part of her. She doesn’t know which part she likes better, but she likes it when he calls her Scully.

Episode-related fics:

Pilot Sex by scullygolightly - series of ten different ways it might have happened, NSFW of course.

Oregon Rain by skuls - Pilot missing scene in the motel room, filling in the blanks for how Scully came to be lying on Mulder’s bed as he opens up to her about Samantha.

The Two Percent Solution 01: Distraction by Lysandra31 - Pilot missing scene motel room sex, really good, NSFW.

Most Unwanted by @monikafilefan - post Pilot Scully breaks up with her boyfriend Ethan and asks Mulder if his offer to join him on a run still stands. Does some really nice character work.

Center Mass by @kateyes224 - Mulder and Scully get to know each other between the Pilot and Deep Throat. I read this awhile back and was thrilled to find it again - the ending scene was seared into my memory, NSFW.

Squeeze by Living_Underground aka @freckleslikestars - Post Squeeze Scully doesn’t want to be alone, they talk about Scully’s first sexual experiences, and then... NSFW (part of a smut in every season 1 episode series)

Squeeze by @bigfootwrites aka @scullysexual - post Squeeze vignette as Scully processes what happened and that it likely won’t be the last time (part of a season 1 Scully diary series)

Snaps by CrossedBeams - after Scully’s lackluster date in The Jersey Devil she meets up with Mulder, NSFW.

Getting Familiar by Spooky66 - post Ice they go out for a drink, NSFW.

Everywhere in the Dark by tree - a missing scene from Ice. What happened between saying goodnight and Mulder finding Murphy? This is one possibility. So good.

Several Times Scully Got Locked Out Of Her Motel Room In Her Scanties (First Time Smut Ensues) by DanaScullyMakesMeFeelAutopsyTurvy - first chapter is set during Space and it’s so good, there are so many silly sexy space puns. NSFW.

Turning of the Tide by TabithaJean aka @agirlcallednarelle - post Lazarus fics from both Mulder and Scully’s perspectives, lovely exploration of their early partnership as they’re beginning to trust each other. Love the little glimpses of Scully’s relationship with Melissa too.

Unknown by @kittenscully - post Darkness Falls stargazing and philosophical musings.

The Sandwich by @lotsoforangesoutside - post Tooms chat between Scully sisters. “Love is what makes it all worthwhile. It makes the uncomfortable bearable. It’s fate that you would stand by his side, but love makes you stand by his side willingly.” Melissa swallows a bite. “Without love, fate alone can make life downright... miserable.”

#xf fanfic #xf rewatch #season 1 #fic recs

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