For The Mun, How Do You Feel About Writing Explicit Smexy Scenes, Do You Get Into It?

for the mun, how do you feel about writing explicit smexy scenes, do you get into it?

That's the $64,000 question, isn't it? I'll put most of this under a cut.

I don't mind it. When it is relevant to the characters, like when it shows their development, or how they are setting fears or worries aside to try out trusting each other, to experience vulnerability, then it can be a lot of fun to write. I need there to be some kind of context, and usually need at least some measure of a slow-burn approach. I know some things can surprise me with how much they make me uncomfortable, so I assume it can be the same for others. I strongly prefer that we be able to chat on Discord, because usually if we're to that point when hopefully we'll both be comfortable putting the brakes on if need be, for any reason. And it's just so much easier to check in and be like, Oh hey can I have my character do X thing?? to avoid potentially god-modding.

That all being said, I'm aroace, so I don't like... get turned on by smut? Although I've written with people who do, who really love writing it and will feel physically affected, or at least have told me they have. That's totally fine with me. I won't judge you either way. I also don't need to know. For me, if I comment something like Hot! -fans self- that isn't something I mean literally, it won't have actually affected me. Someone rambled to me for like an hour once about how much writing sex scenes turned them on and it just like, left me sort of bemused. I don't get it, but it sounds sweet and I'm happy for them if they feel that way.

As for plotless smut... I can write it, but you might feel like you're pulling teeth to get me to. And really, I'll probably only write it if we have a good rapport and have written together before. Because underneath it all... I still feel bad at writing smut. I'll do it, it'll be fun, but I will be constantly doubting myself and wondering, Is that too much? How do the allos feel?? People like that, right? xD Even while writing the most graphic DDDNE stuff, I'll be overthinking it, and like sitting here arms folded, staring at the screen, trying hard to come up with what my idiot would do next.

Whoooo okay this was a longer answer than you probably wanted, I'm sorry. I hope it makes sense. This took me a shockingly long time to write.

Messing around with Stolas' grimoire has some unexpected consequences. In a swirl of magicks and ethereal shrieks, Blitzø is transformed into...a birb! Specifically an owl demon like Stolas himself. What's the first thing he does? 

"Aw, fuck me," Blitz swore, standing up straight and looking down at himself. Where the fuck was his tail? His--oh fuck, he still had a tail, it was just--it was--

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the FUCK?

Covered in feathers, ridiculously tall, he wasn't an imp. He didn't have horns. Glossy black feathers edged with vermillion, a white disc of tiny, tightly-packed feathers for his face, he didn't look like himself at all--but hoooo boy, he could panic like himself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck." Fumbling his phone out--oh christ on a fucking stick why was it so small?--he sent a handful of texts.

@moxxietude -> Moxxie I turned in2 a fucking bird WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO

@ you -> PARAK WTF

@botanikos -> Stols i fukked up and have feathers might have ben fucking w ur book I M SORRY CAN YOU PUT ME BACK i lhave a cloaca tho i guess like we cud uknow wait no sorry long text, short question: HELP?

To be fair, most Goetia don't seem to have much experience with dating. Most of them had their marriages arranged when they were kids.

"You know what? You're right," Blitz agreed, before knocking back the rest of his drink and hopping down off the karaoke stage. It was hot and sticky in the bar that night, the air heavy with smoke, the scents of dozens of different kinds of booze, and way too many demonic pheromones. He was absolutely loving it, having an incredible time, but not so much that he couldn't take things seriously.

Blitz slipped out of his leather jacket--fuck, he loved the way the chrome rings on it felt when they rasped along his spines--and hung it over the back of his barstool, then caught the bartender's eye to order another. With that done, he looked back at this rando, considering if he really wanted to get into a talk with him... but sure, fuck it, why not? It wasn't like anything about him and Stolas was private anymore. After Ozzie's, they'd been pretty well known, but after Verosika's? Everyone knew everything, it seemed like, and it was fucking refreshing to run into someone who wasn't tearing him down or insulting Stolas.

"It's not fucking fair, judging Stolas--or Stella--by the standards of people who actually got to choose, who had the chance to develop our own fucked up social skills, but social skills all the same. Stolas was fucking neglected when he was young, and yeah, Paimon can kiss my little red hole and beg me to let him shove his sad little magic marker up there, fuck him for not seeing how fucking great his son was going to be and like, really having his fucking back. But yeah. Yeah. Having your whole life arranged for you, being told you're just like, born to serve but never to choose, powerful but only taught to use the power for cruel whims, never to like, you know, fucking indulge in any of the sparks of fucking altruism or whatever that they might have--cause they do. They do." He was tipsy and he knew it--or maybe drunk--but Blitz felt so damn passionately about this, he didn't want to hush. "Stolas is a good man with a good fucking heart. And I broke it. And he deserved better. He. Deserved. Better. And it's not his fault he's fucking awkward at shit sometimes. He's still the best. The--fuck. The one. And I love him. And fuck anyone who thinks they can drag him in front of me. I will... oh, thanks." He nodded to the bartender, then took a sip of his new drink. "I will fucking fight for him."

"Of course. You're doing so very well with your district, Visage, I'd be quite pleased to spend some time with you, if you would like that. It's always good to see the--" Vepar's speech faltered for a moment, when the cat Sinner whispered something to him, and his expression abruptly softened. "I know, little one," he murmured, and rocked him gently, as if he were a child. "I know. Hush." Only when the cat quieted did the Duke look back up at Blitz, then at Visage. His black, black eyes drank in the light, their depths almost inviting, as if one could fling themselves into those eyes and fall forever, finding sweet oblivion, peace, and acceptance.

"Forgive me. As I was saying, it's always a pleasure to see the little local governments in action, such as you have here. And really, you're doing so well. Your district is surprisingly safe, for what it is." He hugged the cat closer; by this point, the battered submissive was very nearly asleep. His eyes were half-open, tears slipping out, but the look on his face was the contentment of someone truly exhausted who had finally found their way home. And, all around him, subtle blue-green magic glittered, fine lines in a netlike pattern hugging all around the little Sinner, holding his wounds shut, keeping him together.

"Come at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Ms. Visage. The club is not open at that hour, but you will be expected. You are welcome, of course, to bring bodyguards, should you feel more comfortable that way, and you will be able to leave with a substantial reward.

"Thank you both for your efforts here tonight." He turned and swept out, taking the cat with him.

Blitz, swaying slightly, flipped him off as he went. "Fuck that guy. Looking down on us!" He growled, but didn't really have the energy to stay angry. So, deflating, Blitz turned back to her. "So yooouu... are an Overlord? That's, you know, fuck it. I'm not questioning anything else tonight." He hopped down off of the table--faceplanted--and stood quickly, brushing himself off. Exhausted didn't even begin to cover how the fuck he felt right now. Still, he looked up at his ally, a woman he'd never seen before and never could have imagined, his golden eyes gleaming.

"I did promise to thank you in a pretty particular way. You want me to do that now? Or if there's another room you like better...?" It didn't matter that he could barely stand, or that she was mysterious as fuck. Blitz had offered a deal, and Satan fucking damn it, he was going to follow through on it if she asked him to. It didn't matter how exhausted he was. Blitz was tired of letting people down, and determined to keep his word whenever someone asked it of him.

The she-wolf's head snapped back to the doorway at the sound of another unfamiliar voice, a single brow raising at the appearance of the unexpected sight. A Goetia? Here...? As far as she knew, all of their kind were high-and-mighty nobility among hellborn. Fancy birds that lived in grand estates, ruling over the lowly 'rabble' beneath them. To see one of their kind in a place like this...? A myriad of questions flooded her mind. A cast-down pariah of a noble family? A bored duke or prince with a strange hobby? The curiosity was neigh overwhelming. Even so, Visage was always one to trust her instincts and everything about the avian put her immediately on edge. Something was ... off. The ease with which the feline sinner was won over was too convenient, the bird's offer too seemingly sincere. Alarm bells were ringing. But the hellhound found herself at something of an impasse--if she looked further into the club's odd owner and remained behind to ensure the sinner's continued safety, she couldn't also make sure her newfound imp comrade's obvious injuries were properly tended to. What to do? With a momentary crease of her brow, a forced smile quickly swept across her face to mask her ill-ease. "Oh, no, we were just leaving ... though I'm sure you won't mind me coming back tomorrow to follow up? I have some questions for our feline friend, here, but his treatment takes top priority right now. A shit Overlord I'd be if I didn't conduct a proper investigation into an incident like this in my own domain, mm...?" She let the question hang in the air with a small cant of her head, smile widening. It wasn't much, but it was enough to imply that she expected to see the sinner again, which would hopefully be enough to keep him safe until she could return while not openly voicing her distrust. Besides--the opportunity to remind the Goetia that his establishment resided within the territory of a hellhound Overlord was too delightfully petty to resist.

warms ♥️

[text from Millie] hey Blitz! you ok?? sorry about the goat thing! made you a get-well basket. figurin' it's purty traumatic bein dressed like the chalupa cobra. it alrite to head over and give it to ya? <3 Mils

>>HAY GURL

>>yeh im GUD i gave 1 a stikker, BEST GOAT EVAR

>>i fuckin LOVE goats now

>>but i meen if u still wanna giv me a baskit i'm game

>>also am making dinner so cum over hungry, i gotchu

>>btw thank you i appreshiate you

All of Blitz's texts came rapid fire, and when he finished sending them he hurried over to open the apartment door and leave it cracked. He was indeed cooking, and with the fan on he might not hear her knock. It was good to be home! Being locked up had been miserable, although he had definitely been in worse situations. Really, it wasn't until those suit fuckers showed up that--well, shit. Fuck those guys. If they were ever going to invade Hell, it would probably have to be soon, considering they knew he was a Chupa Kadoobra Cobra Chalupa now.

He got back to work on the cooking--frying up something the store claimed was chicken, but you never knew in Hell. Blitz normally went ridiculously heavy on the spice for himself on nights when Loona wouldn't be home, but since there was a chance she would come in later and since Millie was definitely coming over, he went for a more reasonable, sane level of heat in the breading.

When he heard her steps, Blitz dropped his head back to look at her, absolutely beaming. "Hey, Mills!" And as soon as he had the last piece into the oil, he washed his hands, bounded over to her, scooped her up, and hugged. "You're a sight for dumb eyes. How are you? Everything okay? You guys party while I was gone?"