Mulder, it's me

For @calimanc, who sent me this prompt two years ago. Thank you to my friends who helped me along the way through beta-reading and cheerleading: urlovingfriend, @unremarkablehouse, @bakedbakermom, @baronessblixen, and @bookishscully. The original prompt came from a list by @cecilysass. Set in late season 5. This is a finished fic and I will be posting a chapter a day.

Summary:

Following a lead on a case they just can’t seem to solve, an accident leaves Mulder with supernatural powers; the same powers their main suspect seems to posses. In a race against time to stop a series of murders, what could be a key to the case instead puts new obstacles in their way.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18

This is my second Spooky Award post. It's apparently a series! My post about Spookys 1998 is here. The Spooky Awards were the annual awards given to X-Files fan fiction from 1995-2004 (except for 1997). They were voted on by fans and were always a bit contentious. You can read more about this at Fanlore or my previous post on the topic. The award categories changed pretty drastically changed them every year: look how different 2000's are from 1998's! But ... this was apparently a loaded topic. Check out this lively discussion about what the Spookys' categories should be in 1999. Also, there were apparently no 1997 awards because of ballot stuffing during the 1996 Spookys, which seems like it was a whole exciting fandom drama! But I digress.

i have completed the scully pic!! ig i could of done it more detailed but i have exams atm so i might redraw it after exams are finished. hope you like it.

Let's give this young artist some encouragement!

For @calimanc, who sent me this prompt two years ago. Thank you to my friends who helped me along the way through beta-reading and cheerleading: urlovingfriend, @unremarkablehouse, @bakedbakermom, @baronessblixen, and @bookishscully. The original prompt came from a list by @cecilysass. Set in late season 5. This is a finished fic and I will be posting a chapter a day.

Summary:

Following a lead on a case they just can’t seem to solve, an accident leaves Mulder with supernatural powers; the same powers their main suspect seems to posses. In a race against time to stop a series of murders, what could be a key to the case instead puts new obstacles in their way.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14

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by @peacenik0 and @observeroftheuniverse

Chapter 3: Four Orgasms and a Climax

Summary:

Mulder and Scully find out what Reddington has in store for them: lots of orgasms. Note: There are six orgasms, but I liked this title better. Also, this is the chapter with homoeroticism.

Warnings: dubious consent, canon typical violence and villainy.

Reddington’s Warehouse

Chatsworth, CA

Mulder watches as Scully stumbles over to sit on the edge of the bed. She's a bit dazed and out of breath after her Reddington-induced orgasm. “Are you okay?" he asks softly.

"I think so…” she pauses. Her face is flushed, and she is still breathing heavily. “I don't know what happened to me."

"He put the whammy on you, Scully. He did the same thing to me.“ Mulder presses for more details. "You didn't lose consciousness?”

"Um. No. Something just came over me, something I can't explain. I felt light-headed and woozy. It was so strange, Mulder."

“I know exactly what you mean. If you're anything like me. It'll take you a few minutes to recover." Now that he has confirmed Scully is alright, it's time to start planning their escape. “I'm going to find out what he has planned for us.”

Scully nods, still dazed. Mulder's attention turns back to their captor. “What do you want from us, Reddington?” Mulder asks hoarsely.

“I’m so glad you asked. First, we’re going to start with the foreplay. Our little lady here is going to ride your face like the sexy minx that she is. The rest of the scenes will be a surprise. Isn't that exciting?”

Mulder's swallows. The idea of Scully riding his face is one of his most guarded fantasies. But he also feels guilt and anger over Scully being forced to do something so intimate. He looks over to Scully on the edge of the bed; she's clearly blushing.

Maybe he can distract Reddington with another question. “Doesn't a good director tell his actors what he has planned so they can be prepared?"

"What do you know of it, FBI man? I learned from the best directors that you want to keep your actor's reactions fresh. It's more real that way."

"What if we refuse to do what you ask?” Mulder asks evenly. Keeping his anger and fear in check.

“If at any point either of you tries to disobey my rules, you know what’s going to happen next. Ka-pow!” He laughs, delighted with himself. “Okay, Agent Scully, our leading man is ready for you. But I’m going to need you to get comfortable and take off that bulky suit.”

Scully clenches her jaw. “No. I'm not going to do that.”

“It wasn’t a request.”

“And I don’t answer to you.” Her voice is stern. Mulder is glad to see she's feeling like herself again.

“Oh, well, you’re no fun. But that’s okay, I can just give Agent Mulder a little zap - that should convince you to listen...”

“Don’t listen to him, Scully! Uh, ow…” Suddenly, the metal around his dick comes alive with a painful electrical pulse that surges around his cock and balls. He yelps in pain, the surge feels like it travels right up his spine. His hair stands up on end.

Scully jumps up. “Stop! What are you doing to him?!” she yells, panicked eyes jumping frantically between Mulder’s jerking body and the direction of Reddington’s voice. “Okay, okay!”

“Sc- Scully -!” Through gritted teeth, Mulder tries to protest; The last thing he wants is her to strip down for this creep. He is prepared to endure the pain if it means keeping Scully out of this.

Scully ignores him.

“I’ll do what you ask, just stop hurting him!” She shrugs off her blazer, demonstrating her compliance. “See?”

“That’s what I like to see.”

Another jolt of electricity pulses through his cock, and he yelps in pain.

“Turn it off!” Scully commands.

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