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Writer by day, smuttier writer by night. You can find my X-Files fic under the tag #my fic.
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soft_thrills fic list!

Hi! I’ve noticed some new followers (thank you!!) and thought I’d update my big list o’ fic for you to find. I’ll upload it to AO3 eventually, I hope. Roughly in order of newest to oldest. It’s all MSR unless noted otherwise.

If you’re enjoying my work (or if you have any thoughts about it, good or constructive or even bad) please let me know! Feedback usually leads to more fic. :-)

Too Much, Just Right (smut, Dom Mulder)

For once it really is a nice trip to the forest.

The Daily Miracle (Rated R, 500 words prompt-fill)

Mulder and Scully get caught canoodling at the offices of The Lone Gunmen.

Nine (smut, Scully/Reyes, short prompt-fill)

Scully’s not sure how it happened, really. She had needed a friend – Mulder was gone, she was alone with an infant and a lot of questions about the choices she had made in her life. Monica is that friend. But, it turns out, Scully has gotten fairly used to sleeping with her friends.

Surprises (smut, early-in-the-relationship)

Scully – Special Agent Dana Scully, M.D., she of the ice-cold, steely-eyed stare, the fuck-you heels, the woman who could take down men twice her size and not muss up her makeup – liked it rough.

Welcome Home (relatively tame smut, post-FTF)

Scully is never stung by the bee and transfers to Utah. A year later, she comes home to hash things out with Mulder.

They’re Not Here (smut, porn battle prompt, early MSR)

I just tried to write what I assume we all think should have happened between Mulder and Scully in that storage closet during Ice.

untitled (smut, desk sex, short prompt-fill)

“You are really cute when you’re bent over and waiting for me like that,” he says.

untitled (very smutty smut, short prompt-fill, road head, Dom Mulder)

“Are you angry we’re not in a position for me to have my way with you, Scully?”

This is It (post-Never Again, smut, first time)

He’d acted like spurned lover since she’d returned from Philadelphia, taking every opportunity to rub her nose in what she’d done. And she’d deserve that, perhaps, if they were lovers, but they aren’t. 

Saturday Mornings (smut, Domme Scully)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a law enforcement officer in possession of a good pair of handcuffs must be in want of a sexual partner to use them on.

Marry Me (smut, fluff, post-IWTB) 

“Scully,” he says, looking up into her eyes. “Marry me.” She laughs, which is only fair, because he’s just proposed marriage while she’s riding him.

Philadelphia (rated R, missing scene for “Home Again,” weird plug but i think this is one of the best things i’ve ever written)

Desire is the opposite of death.

The Tattoo  (post-Never Again, though set years later, smut)

The mark on her back is years old when Mulder finally asks her to talk about it.

The Wonder of You (pre-IWTB unremarkable house smut, fluff, #wifegate)

When Mulder first sees Scully standing on the front porch of the house in Virginia, he is overcome.

Autumn (smut, pre-season 10, the ~break-up~ arc)

“Give it another hour, Scully,” he put his hands on her face, under her hair. “Let me show you how it could be.”

Loopholes (Halloween smut set during a cemetery screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Soon Curry and his crew of outer space oddballs are undressing a young Susan Sarandon, stripping her down to her demure underwear. Mulder leans over to whisper in her ear. “When you came into my room on our first case, during that storm, it reminded me of this.”

Narcissistic (unremarkable house pre-IWTB smut, written ages ago for a LJ porn battle)

Only she and Mulder, convinced that they were at the center of grand conspiracies and perhaps the universe itself, were narcissistic enough to role-play as themselves.

Worry (unremarkable porch smut, set around IWTB, another one from the ole porn battle)

The power was out in rural Virginia, and it was 99 degrees.

New York City Serenade (PG, post-Tithonus, thoughts on immortality and the Staten Island Ferry)

Dana Scully’s abdomen should hurt.

Darts (short, PG)

When Mulder asks his partner to go to the bar he spotted near their motel in the middle of nowhere, he expects her to say no.

Contact (PG-13, season one UST)

Special Agent Dana Scully may be new to this whole having-a-partner thing, but she’s pretty sure most partners don’t touch each other as often as she and Fox Mulder do.

Miles Run Together and Alone (PG, pre-season 10, deals with Mulder’s depression)

Mulder and Scully start running together, and then they stop.

Only Clothes (PG)

They’re only clothes.

Baseball Season is Over (PG, first date, season seven, fluff)

Fox Mantle, Meet me at Camden Yards for a slightly early, or almost a year late, birthday gift. Bring your glove for foul balls. -- Scully

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XF Fic: Mean

Rating: Smut. Smut smut smut.

Summary: “I think I’d also like it once in a while if you were a little… mean,” Scully says.

Content warnings: dirty talk, name-calling, toeing the edge of degradation, but all in good kinky fun

Smut after the cut. Hope your holidays are happy, friends! Ubeta’ed. I intended to sit down and write something with some redeeming value to society but alas, I could not get this out of my mind, so instead: shameless smut.

#xfiles fic#xf fic#xfiles fanfic#msr#xf fanfic#msr smut
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Any fun smut prompt lists going around?

Or feel free to send me a prompt of your own making. MSR. Got some free time tonight and interested in perhaps writing a few short somethings :)

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Is there a general consensus in fandom of when the Per Manum flashbacks take place?

I want to write something about the IVF arc and I know it’s somewhat disputed whether they had already slept together or not at the time. I guess the main reason people think they haven’t started sleeping together yet is the awkward conversation around Mulder being a donor, right, and it not coming between them? Although there’s a big difference between having a sexual relationship and having a family, so I guess you could argue that was more what he was getting at?

Part of the reason I’m interested in writing is because I’m going through IVF now and I want to process some of my feelings into writing, I guess. Obviously the show’s IVF and infertility arc is a total fucking mess lol, like bordering on offensive. But I still don’t wanna be totally off base on when I set this and whether or not there’s established MSR, even though I know that literally nothing in canon makes sense or is consistent so why should I hold myself to higher standards?!

Anyway would love to hear people’s thoughts on when the IVF stuff happened!

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Prompts open: NOW! Prompts close: September 30, 2022 at 11:59 EST.

Submissions open: NOW! Submissions close: October 21, 2022

Hey all! I apologize for the delay. The schedule for the latest Porn Battle is above, and I'm doing things a little differently this time. Instead of having submissions start after prompting closes, I've decided to open them at the start. I know it will take time for everyone to write their prompt fills, but I figure an aribtrary start deadline isn't necessary. Whenever your story is ready, feel free to post.

As always, prompts are accepted through the submission feature, or an ask.  Filled prompts can be posted on via submission, or by simply tagging @xfpornbattle in your post. If you would like your story to be posted anonymously, you may submit it here OR email me at xfpornbattle@gmail.com! I'll copy/paste your stories to this blog, crediting you as 'anon.'

Check the formatting and about pages for more info on how the Porn Battle works. If you still have questions, just drop me an ask!

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The prompt list is LIVE!

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Submit some enticing prompts so that I can maybe finally get my brain to write something again! :)

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I have an unrelenting urge to write a Better Call Saul/X-Files crossover where Kim Wexler and Dana Scully meet in a bar in the desert and commiserate about blowing up their lives and I am shocked to find no crossovers already on AO3. Not that hard to believe fugitive Mulder and Scully might have crossed paths with our favorite shady attorneys in the early 2000s southwest, cmon people!

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An early Christmas gift nobody has asked for. (Gentle) Domme Scully. I wrote this in the middle of the night.

I don’t know where it came from. No, that’s not true: I do know, but if I told you, I’d have to kill you.

Smut, and nothing else, behind the cut. Not beta’ed, barely proofread. If you like it, let me know. Either way, I wish you all a much better 2022.

#Reblogging#xfiles fic#xfiles fanfic#xf fic#msr#msr smut#domme scully#xfiles smut
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An early Christmas gift nobody has asked for. (Gentle) Domme Scully. I wrote this in the middle of the night.

I don’t know where it came from. No, that’s not true: I do know, but if I told you, I’d have to kill you.

Smut, and nothing else, behind the cut. Not beta’ed, barely proofread. If you like it, let me know. Either way, I wish you all a much better 2022.

#xfiles fic#xfiles fanfic#domme scully#msr#msr smut#xf fic#xfiles smut#hi it’s me time to check in like once or twice a year with some filth#xfiles fanfiction#xfiles
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me: has never written any xfiles fic with a real plot, and has not written anything at all in months

also me: ok but maybe i should write an apocalyptic end of the world story and / or a massive season 10/11 rewrite/fix-it fic?!

#I do this like once a month#also have an idea that won’t go away re: Scully’s season 11 pregnancy reveal that people would freaking hate and yet…#maybe I will write it if I ever write any fic ever again#how do people write plots anyway#all I can do is smut and character studies and character studies with smut in them
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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

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Anonymous asked:

Hi! I just wanted to say thank you for all the hard work you put in to your fics! I’ve been reading your work for ages now and I really appreciate what you do. Always excited when I see you’ve posted something new!!! 😌

Anon, thank you so much for this sweet note. It came as I am going through something very difficult, and it really brightened my day to know that you’ve enjoyed reading my work. I so enjoy writing and sharing it and hope to do a little more of that soon, as it’s often a good way through difficult times. ❤️

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not with a bang

PG 

In which Mulder and Scully contemplate that maybe the end of the world is going to be more boring than they’d planned for. 

“my faith’s been torn asunder tell me is that rolling thunder or just the sinking sound of something righteous going under”

–bruce springsteen, “livin’ in the future”

They lie flat on their backs, on a blanket spread over the native grasses and clover and ferns that grow around their ramshackle home, the place they lock themselves away to try to distract from their ramshackle world.

Beside them, an empty bottle of wine. Cell phones with Twitter apps that are deleted in a fit of despair once a week, only to be furtively reinstalled when the desire to doom scroll overwhelms their will to stay sane.

“What if this is it, Mulder?” Scully asks, her voice quiet even though there is nobody around to hear her.

“If this is what?”

“The end,” she says simply.

The sky is clear and the stars are bright. The night is calm and quiet, early in an unseasonably warm November. But blocks from their old basement office in the Hoover Building, people are massed in the streets. The government they ostensibly work for has recently taken to tear-gassing those people. The president is refusing to acknowledge he lost a fair and free election. Scully’s old hospital is once again being crowded full of people with a deadly virus that’s killing more Americans than the extraterrestrial virus they chased ever did. The world had managed to escape an alien plague spread by bees but couldn’t avoid an entirely earthly one spread by little droplets of spit.

“It’d be awfully anti-climactic, Scully,” Mulder says.

“To think, of all the things we’ve seen,” she says. “And in the end it didn’t take an alien invasion, or a highly organized international conspiracy. It took a bat and a con man who was good at putting slogans on a hat.”

“Does that surprise you? We spent years chasing monsters and lights in the sky but it was always the humans we hunted who were the most capable of cruelty, of destruction,” Mulder says.

She thinks of John Lee Roche, of Donald Pfaster. She remembers Mulder attacking Roche in the interrogation room. And of course she remembers, in cinematic, slow-motion, five-senses detail, firing her weapon at Pfaster. She used to feel bad about those things, back when she was younger, concerned with living up to the ideals of her oaths to Hippocrates and to the Constitution. But after the life she has lived and the things she has seen, she doesn’t feel bad about them anymore.

“Do you ever feel like we should be… I don’t know, doing something?” she asks.

“What, like, saving the world?” Mulder replies, and while she’s staring up at the stars and not his face, she can hear his wry smile.

“Well… yeah. I mean, we used to think we had to, right? What changed?”

She remembers the months spent on the run, no badges back then. Guns with serial numbers filed off. Fake names and the occasional stolen car. Trying to save themselves but also the planet — still meeting with sources and whistleblowers and underground contacts, still breaking into mysterious labs and facilities and bases dressed up with just enough plausible deniability for their own government to deny operating them. Searching for magnetite mining operations in desert quarries. Searching for redemption and forgiveness for the terrible things she had done — to strangers who’d left their cars too long in the Wal-Mart parking lot, to black-clad armed men who’d gotten in her way at security gates, to Mulder, to her son, to herself.

Perhaps that’s when she stopped worrying about the oaths.

And then, 2012, and nothing. The world didn’t end. It hadn’t been saved by something they’d done. Maybe some other pair of disgruntled federal agents had managed to do what they hadn’t. Or maybe the shadow government was simply as incompetent and bungling as their real one, incapable of pulling off a conspiracy so vast and complicated, abandoned by the alien colonizers in favor of some better, smarter world. She doesn’t know and these days she doesn’t really care.

“I think, Scully, that we got older. Our priorities changed,” he says, a murmur.

“Saving the world is a young person’s game,” she replies.

“No, it’s not that, we can obviously still kick ass, that whole Titanpointe thing proved it, even if we were sore for a week afterwards. I think we were just smart enough to know it was time to get out of the damn car.”

She was a baby then, on that desert road. A million years ago, a million mistakes ago. She’d been wrong at the time, about stopping — they’d had miles more to go. But somewhere, some time, the road has to end.

She was the one to leave before, she knows that. But even after all this time, even after all the ways he’s changed for the better, some part of her still fears he’ll pick the work. That if it really is the end, he’ll need to be part of it. That maybe she will, too.

She tries to find a way to articulate these fears without sounding like she’s doubting him, so she doubts herself.

“It makes me feel kind of guilty. Like I’ve given up,” she says.

He rolls over then, to look at her.

“Scully, in the end, whenever that is, I have no doubt that we will go down fighting —for each other. We’ve given enough of ourselves to the world. All we can do now is protect our little piece of it.”

He brushes her hair behind her ear, a gesture he’s practiced for decades. It makes her feel just as warm as it did the first time, and despite everything else that has transpired in the time they’ve known one another, that makes her feel like the luckiest woman alive.

“Whatever happens, I’m glad this is where we wound up, Mulder,” she says. “If this is it, this is where I want to be.”

“Me too, Scully. Me, too.”

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Just gonna reblog this today for no particular reason

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Anonymous asked:

Hello there! Question: Just in case I'm missing something, did you ever finish the other 3 planned vignettes for for "Refugee"? I love your writing so much! Thanks!

Anon -- thank you so much! Sadly I never finished this... but... I guess you never know! I wrote a decent chunk of part two and then just sort of fell off the face of the Tumblr earth for a while. Maybe I’ll try to get back to it during this strange winter ahead of us. Thank you for reading it!!

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