#regularly it just does such fucked up things and in a non-combat situation it’s like

[frosteee-variation]

Looking at some doodles I did a month or so ago — I should probably make a full reference for Creature at some point, I think. Not much has changed design-wise, but it’s got a cool pair of sunglasses now, so that’s a plus? Also it may or may not have used itself as a prison for a demonic(?) entity so that might have some. lasting effects. it’d be cool if so ngl I might just do that

One of the perks of just being a funky lil thing, I suppose!

[ilcaeryx]

Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm.  “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice  was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life. 

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

[beemers-hell]

That very nice message juiced me up so I now I wanna explain my thought process behind how I personally characterize the MadCom crew + make my gal Eb fit in amongst the cast, this'll probably get long, here we go lol

[CW: Lots of cursing, forgive me, it’s ingrained in my vernacular]

The main 4 + Tricky since they're the ones I draw most often

Hank

Very quiet, is selectively non speaking. He can talk, its just that his mouth sitch makes it a hassle and their voice is strained as shit, so they stick with making noises/gestures/using sign language.

This quietness also aids in making him fucking terrifying to the general public. The aura they give off is incredibly threatening so standing in a room with him feels like you're being suffocated by chainsaws.

Despite the horrific energy they give off, he's fairly goofy. [Points at the M:PN Trailer] Not super goofy 24/7, but they don't take many things that seriously anymore.

Combat prowess is in combat itself. He does not care what weapon he's using, they're gonna wreck shit no matter what's in their hand atm.

Krinkels himself said it, they're kinda dumb when it comes to non-combat/survival related stuff. Probably the least intellectually strong out of the bunch.

Deimos

He's a cocky smartass. Dude's always got some quip ready to go and he makes up the bulk of the chatter within the main 4.

He's a cunning little bastard (affectionate) and usually has a plan ready to go for most situations the crew gets themselves into.

Obviously his main thing is his hackerman status, so the dude is probably the smartest intellectually, only beaten out by 2B.

His specialty is in ranged, mainly guns, of course. He's a sharpshooter first and foremost.

Is a bit oblivious [points at Madness Aggregation]. He's also like Hank where he doesn't take things that seriously.

Sanford

My favorite himbo [points at their voice lines]

Anyway the guy's alright in the brains department but he really shines in combat prowess, his main strength being melee of course.

He's a bit of a dope, mostly in a "I see a problem and my solution is to punch it" kind of way, though I wouldn't say they're dumb as rocks or anything like that.

They don't talk that much, but gets chatty when fighting cause trash talk.

This man has no control over his volume so he yells like 95% of the time where being quiet isn't necessary for survival.

They’re the tank of the crew! Yet somehow he’s gotten very good at not getting hit. Doesn’t matter though, cause even if they do get hit, their muscle mass just kinda absorbs most of the damage. Beefcake!

2B

He's most like Hank, being a quiet, threatening force, but unlike them, he takes shit seriously and only eases up maybe 10% of the time.

I like the idea of him being a grumpy old man so that's what we're going with.

I'm fairly certain it's canon that he'd rather outsmart the enemy and not fight as much as he can, so I figure he's not as fine with fighting as everyone else, but he can still wreck shit if it comes down to it.

However, obviously, he makes up for it in being smart as hell, he's the crew's handler and main medic after all.

Like mentioned, he’s a quiet guy, but he’s more willing to talk than Hank is. He uses speech fairly regularly but he’ll most likely use ASL when communicating. He’s got bandages around his jaw in addition to his mask so I bet he’s also got a fucked up mouth.

Tricky

Clown my beloved

He may be absolutely batshit insane, but he's the smartest out of everyone in the cast. His minds had to have gone through a lot but the Hoffnar smarts are still active!

Clearly he's also in the "doesn't take shit seriously" camp but honestly who can blame him, he's got a reality breaking machine crammed in his head!

He's Loud! Loud! Loud!  Also refers to himself in the 3rd person only (by using Clown in place of Tricky/any pronouns), there is no reason, he just does.

Though he is on the same level of wickedness as Hank, he's also clearly a lot more juvenile and carefree, would probably get along well with Deimos if things were different. He indulges himself in a lot of "childish" things like small toys and cartoons, he's into DJ-ing, he literally types in internet speak, you get the gist

Incredibly skilled and violent in battle, of course, but at the end of the day, he just wants to have an entertaining time, so he plays fair and only gets dirty when he’s gotten bored and decides he’s done with the opponent [points at both Madness Antipathy and Expurgation]

So Eb, ahaha

Ebony

She's almost like a mix of everyone! Smartass, Chatty, and Cunning like Deimos, Loud as hell and not super brainy like Sanford, has the ability to give off a threatening aura just by standing there and staring like Hank, and also shares their carefree attitude, and is almost just as wacky and out there like Tricky. The only person she doesn’t share much in common with is Doc, other than like, being able to use ASL, but that doesn’t pose much problem to them working together.

She’s best at melee, as made obvious by her owning her own custom chainsaw (affectionately dubbed “Lana”), but is slowly working on getting better with guns thanks to help from Deimos and Hank.

She’s a speedy mf and incredibly agile, which is part of why Doc recruited her to the squad.

She has a sort of weird way of talking, where she’ll use words to mean certain things when they’re not really interchangeable, but the gang’s learned how to decipher what she’s saying. [I.E She’ll say something like “I’m positively cracking” when she means to say “I’m very happy right now”]

In canon, she’s an autistic woman, so obviously that carries over. Is constantly stimming (her necklace is basically chewlery), she’s full of energy, she has her own routine and way of doing things that the others have learned, she has problems with her memory, and her sense of hearing and touch (as well as taste but that’s not relevant here) is really sensitive so she’s able to hear sounds and feel things the others can’t, but she’s forced herself to not let it overwhelm her while she’s busy. She deals with it back at base in her own space. If only the dudes knew why she locks herself in her corner practically every time they go home after a mission!

She’s mainly with the 4 so she can survive, but she likes taking down people she thinks are doing bad things, so she’s all for Doc’s cause. It’s also why she has no problem sneaking around to hang with Tricky, she likes the poor thing and doesn’t see him as a real threat to life around them, just Hank. Which she thinks is funny ngl

The best way to describe her connections to everyone is that she’s like a bro and third wheel to Deimos’ and Sanford, she’s a rebellious teenager (she is in her 20s) who wants to test their authority figure’s patience as much as possible towards Doc, she’s chummy with Hank and has a level of respect towards him that they almost return (they find it interesting that she managed to keep herself alive and healthy for as long as she did, all on her own, when she’s a “naïve pipsqueak”), and she’s got feelings for Tricky because reasons. 

Forgive me for the long ass post, when I ramble, I ramble! ND homies can relate lmfao

[winterhawk-olympic-bang]

Let’s Get It On

How To Write Sex

Guest Poster: CB

Here is our second Writer Workshop post, written by CB. Have a read and then head over to the Discord Server where we have a channel for you to take part in a discussion based on the post, with chances to share your own ideas too. 

So Your Characters Want to Bang

Welcome to my Ted Talk on How To Successfully Write Pornography! We’re going to cover a few bases here (first, second, third, and home base, to keep up with the metaphor), but feel free to reach out if you have any questions either on the Discord server or here on the Tumblr. If you take a look at my body of work you can see that a significant portion of it is explicit fic, which I’m told is a struggle for some folks.  Apparently my CPU is 80% porn.exe, so I’ve got a bit of a niche. Additionally, I’ve got a medical professional background that includes a very specific nurse certification in sex-related shenanigans, so if you’ve got questions, I’ve got answers. 

When I decide to write porn (or when my characters decide it for me), I have a few basic things that I keep in mind in order to make sure the story stays on track, the character arcs fit with the scenarios, and that everything doesn’t start to feel too formulaic.  I’m going to share my methods and maybe you will find something that helps you out or inspires you to give writing explicit fic a try!

The Mechanics

Let’s start with the basics. Fictional pornography can start to feel, well, a little bit formulaic, especially if you read or write a lot of it.  There’s a standard formula of kissing, rubbing, fingers, dicks (or other bits), everybody comes, the end! There’s nothing wrong with sticking to the basic formula, especially your first time (ha!), but here are some thoughts on how you can make sure you’re getting the specifics done and done well, and how to avoid feeling like you’ve written the sexual equivalent of an English essay. 

Lubrication.  It… really doesn’t matter exactly what kind of sex your characters are having, you can’t go wrong with lube. Getting things wet and slippery is half the fun and also twice the enjoyment. Sometimes characters decide to get it on in unfortunately risque locations, and lube may not be readily available - here is a nice list of MacGyvered lube solutions you may find helpful in that circumstance. That being said - if you are writing anal sex of some sort, lubrication is an absolute must have. 

Preparation. Otherwise known as foreplay.  Prep is and can be sexy! Everyone involved wants to have a good time, some preparation is required! I don’t just mean fingers in the butt (although that can be important too, we’re gonna get to that), but just generally building up the level of arousal over time adds to the dynamic you’re trying to create between two characters. Even if it’s fuck-or-die, sex pollen shenanigans, just talking about how hot the character feels for it is still a form of preparation/foreplay.  Specifically speaking to buttsex - the amount of prep your character needs is heavily dependent on the circumstances.  For your consideration - is this a first time sex situation, or does your character regularly bottom? Are they pressed for time, or is this a long, drawn-out affair? There is not (despite what fanfic writers would have you believe) a certain number of fingers that you have to insert into anyone’s anus that makes them ‘ready’ for sex.  A person who regularly bottoms may not need any fingering at all, in fact, but they are still going to need lube. (See point 1.) If your character has never bottomed before, they’re going to need more time and patience than a character that does it a lot, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they need more and more and more fingers. It just means they need a partner with consideration for their comfort. And lube.

Coming. People (and thus, characters) don’t often come at exactly the same time.  Frequently someone comes first. The other person may not come at all! They don’t have to! If it’s important to you, that’s fine. But it can be fun to play with the dynamics of one character coming and the other character not, because they’re caring for the first character, or because they want to wait and enjoy the burn for later, or because of whatever other reason - which brings us back to character and story dynamic. Also, playing with this particular dynamic can make your pornography feel a lot less formulaic.  Character B didn’t come because they wanted to wait and savor the feeling, and maybe in a few hours or days, Character A gets to really have a good time paying them back with a truly spectacular orgasm.  Maybe they just really wanted to see their partner fucked out and happy, and coming really wasn’t that important to them. Maybe they’re sex-postive ace, or maybe they take medication that makes sex and orgasms hard to achieve, but they still enjoy the intimacy. It’s up to you (and your characters!), but it’s not necessary for both people to come for the scene to be satisfying.

Penetration. Penetration is not the end-all-be-all of sex. Penetration isn’t even required for something to be considered sex.  Some people never want penetration, and that’s okay.  This is a good time to consider your characters’ boundaries, a good way to involve consent, and a good way to consider what kind of bedroom dynamic your characters are going to share - even or especially if it’s completely different to the dynamic they share outside the bedroom.  Is penetration necessary or important to the characters, the story, or the development of the relationship? Even if you just want to write it, that’s fine, but considering your characters’ perspective and feeling will give the act more depth and nuance.

Expectations (and subverting them so that whatever you’re writing feels fresh and different). Like I said before, there’s a certain amount of ‘this is what’s going to happen’ expectation in fictional pornography. A series of steps that you can pretty much guarantee is going to get you from point A to point F in the sexual alphabet. One of the biggest ways that you can make your sex scenes feel more intimate, more character-driven, and more unique is by subverting those expectations and doing something different that fits your dynamic better or isn’t “the norm”. For example, in a recent fic I had a character fantasize about what it would be like to have the object of their affection on their hands and knees - but when it came time for the sex, said character flipped the script and climbed on top instead! Fictional pornography isn’t real, and people don’t necessarily want realism in their fiction, but adding some realistic elements (oh no, I’ve lost the lube!/it turns out I don’t like this one thing can we try another thing/a hilarious thing has just happened) can be fun and unexpected, and make the reader more invested in your story.

So You Want To Add An Explicit Scene

You’re writing a lovely enemies to friends back to enemies to lovers arc and the time has come to do the do.  I’m excited for you! I’m excited for your characters! But now you want to know how do I add this to my story organically? How do you make this feel like a natural progression of the story, how do you segue from fighting Doombots to sweating it up in the sheets? 

The trick, in my experience, is to build up to that moment way before you get there.  You have to lay the groundwork for attraction before anyone takes off any clothes.  Does Character A get distracted during the fight by staring at Character B’s biceps? Was that an absolutely beautiful sniper shot at an impossible angle and it was so good that Character A’s breath literally catches in his chest and he nearly gets hit in the face by a robot fist? Did someone else in the battle have to remind Character B to pay attention to the fight?  Is it movie night and Character A doesn’t even know the plot of the film because they’ve been too busy staring at Character B’s face in the light of the television screen? 

A little pining goes a long way, but you have to establish attraction before your characters can act on attraction. It feels jarring to your readers if the characters hated each other two paragraphs ago and now they’re fucking in a public space.  Even if it’s hate sex, you gotta have the POV character hate how attractive they find the other character.  Then you just need an inciting event - one character takes off their shirt because it’s ripped from the fight, or they bump into each other in the communal kitchen and that hot line of their bodies pressed together sparks a kiss - and then you’re off and running! 

The exception to this might be an established relationship Plot What Plot fic, but even then, you’ve probably got an idea that sparks the actual sex - include that in your fic!

Help, This Is Moving Way Too Fast!

Oh no, the pacing is off! It happens to the best of us, don’t worry. You get in a hurry (just come already, oh my god!), and you push through to the end and then on re-read or in beta, you find that the whole thing just feels flat and rushed.  It started off so well, and then you lost something somewhere in the middle. 

The way I combat this is by focusing on how the characters feel and/or how they react to what’s happening. 

Someone’s mouth is on someone else’s body - how does the POV character feel about this? If they’re the recipient, is this the hottest thing that’s ever happened to them? Are they afraid to let go and enjoy it? Are they 404 Error: Brain Not Found? Play around with it. Does the non-POV character say something unbelievably hot/romantic/sappy/hilarious? What kind of mood are you trying to set? This is a character interaction as much as dialogue is, so you’re still working with the back-and-forth of two people who are communicating, but with their bodies. (And words too, to be honest).  If the scene is too rushed, slow it down with some internal dialogue, external dialogue, or something emotional (like a realization or an acknowledgement - oh no I love them/oh no I don’t hate them/they always take good care of me). If the scene is too long (to be honest this rarely happens, but it can), consider whether you’ve added too much dialogue or other extraneous interactions that have slowed your scene and taken attention away from what’s happening.

Help, It Sounds Like A Medical Exam

This is nearly always a terminology problem. 

I’m not here to tell you what words you can and cannot use in your sex scenes.  Everyone feels differently about acceptable terminology (though we have all laughed at dick euphemisms).  And that’s not even getting into writing fics with trans characters or different gender identities. Personally, I tend to use cock/dick for penis, and I avoid specifically naming parts for vagina-havers because I’ve never found a good one that I liked that I felt flowed smoothly in my own writing.  So this one is more nebulous because it’s a personal choice you’re making about what words do it for you and what words don’t.  It’s also, again, about your character’s perspective.  If you have a character who prefers certain terminology, that’s the terminology you use. 

Here’s what I can suggest.  Don’t focus as much on the parts of the body you’re writing, and focus much, much more on the sensations you’re creating.  There is a mouth on your POV character’s penis - how does that feel to them? Is it: hot, tight, wet, is there something happening with the tongue, are they sucking really hard, are they going really deep?  Alternatively - is the non-POV character enthusiastic? Are they into it? Is how into it they are super hot to the receiving character? Are they sloppy but determined? Beyond the physical sensation, how about emotional reactions? Has your POV character never had this before, or has no one ever treated them with such tender care? Is it the best blowjob they’ve ever received? The worst? (This can still be hot - can the POV character give them careful, precise instructions on how to do it better? Does the non-POV character find THAT extremely hot?). 

Keep in mind that you’re not writing technical directions for the characters in your scene.  (Unless you are, because you’ve discovered Gentle!Dom!Bucky, who is telling Praise!Kink!Clint exactly what to do.) You’re writing a scene that conveys something emotional to the reader.  Is it a sexy emotion? Yes, yes it is. It might also be a sad emotion, or a happy one, or any of the range of human emotions, really, but the point is that readers probably know how the sex works mechanically, what you’re trying to do is give them feelings about it.

Speaking of Feelings

Let’s talk a little bit about motivation.  Yes, even sex scenes need motivation. Not to be the prima donna actor over here, but ask yourself: Why am I writing a sex scene? 

Generally speaking, well-written sex scenes are better received if they accomplish a goal.  Writing a sex scene well is easier if you have this goal in mind before you ever sit down in front of your computer.

Does this scene advance the story? By this I mean: is this an emotional resolution, does it convey something about the characters’ relationship that cannot be conveyed in another venue or does it better express that aspect of their relationship, does it have meaning beyond the immediate gratification of an orgasm or add to the fic in some way?

Does this scene advance the relationship? Is it a big step for one or both characters? Are you showing vulnerability/trust/compassion/concern/etc? Is it an emotional milestone? Is it an expression of love that one of the characters can’t make with words but can demonstrate physically?

I’m going to pull some very specific examples from my own work, helpfully crowdsourced and reviewed by a trusted friend so that I can talk more clearly about what I mean.

Russian Red: if you haven’t read this one, it’s a story about Bucky wearing lipstick and then giving Clint a blow job. That’s it, that’s the fic. When I put it like that, it doesn’t sound all that exciting, really, and maybe it doesn’t even sound like something you’d like. A man wearing lipstick may not be your thing!! That’s okay! (And as an aside, people enjoy reading/writing things that they have absolutely zero interest in in real life, and that’s okay! Fantasies are weird like that, and a normal part of human sexuality, and we aren’t judging anyone for their kinks here.) But this fic employs very specifically some of the points I’ve made so far, so I want to talk a little about it, especially foreplay and emotional investment. 

Bucky wearing lipstick in this fic is not about Bucky at all.  It is explicitly about fulfilling a fantasy for Clint.  In fact, later in the fic, Bucky has a moment of insecurity about it because he had what he thought was a great idea, and in the moment of truth it becomes a bit of screaming panic because what if the whole thing is stupid!!!! We’ve all had that moment.  So readers can relate. But also - throughout the course of the fic it becomes something that Bucky also enjoys and finds sexy.  So there are multiple motivators: emotional satisfaction for Bucky because he’s doing something for Clint, physical satisfaction for Clint because he is getting his fantasy fulfilled, and then the added bonus of Bucky finding the whole thing unexpectedly hot means that he is also satisfied by the encounter.  I have created an emotional need that is satisfied through porn.

Emotional investment (also known as the character is putting in work).  Bucky goes through a lot to make this fantasy happen.  He has to tell Natasha what he’s doing for one thing, which is uncomfortable. A little bit of character discomfort makes the payoff at the end better, because your reader is invested in your character having a good outcome! It also shows that Bucky cares about Clint more than he cares about the mild discomfort/vulnerability of asking Natasha about lipstick for a mildly kinky thing he’s doing.

Foreplay - the more invested Bucky gets in doing this thing for Clint, the more he starts to find it hot and exciting, the more like foreplay it becomes, which means the payoff in the end is that much better. (Revisit the point on preparation from earlier!).  There is a lot of build up from the moment Bucky puts the lipstick on (tactile sensations, memories tied to lipstick, etc.) to the moment he leaves the very first red imprint of his mouth on Clint’s skin and realizes oh shit, this is hot.

This fic is very, very close, tight third-person POV.  Keeping the POV so close and tight means that your reader is very much in your POV character’s head - the reader is getting their experiences (emotional, physical, tactile senses) but they’re only able to interpret the other characters’ motivations and reactions through the lens of your POV character.  It’s trickier writing, but it means the reader is more connected to the character and therefore the porn. Also, it means that the reader is much more in tune with the non-POV characters’ reactions, which means incoherent mess is just that much hotter.

Personal Security/Security Failure: So these fics are… their own claim to fame in fandom. Gentle!Dom!Bucky and Praise!Kink!Clint have sexy, sexy adventures.  The first fic is their first meeting, the second one is fondly known as Circus Spanking. If you haven’t read them, that’s the basic summary, but please mind the tags if you choose to explore this series. Here we’re going to hit on consent, which is important and sexy, and vulnerability/trust. 

Again it’s very close, 3rd person POV, which means you’re very much in Clint’s head when he’s a wrecked, incoherent mess.  In the previous fic Bucky was watching the incoherency happen, which is very hot. In this fic the reader is experiencing the incoherency.  There’s also a lot of buildup in the first fic of Clint experiencing this inexplicable attraction to Bucky, and the confusion he has that Bucky is equally attracted to him - so like foreplay, you’re building it up before they ever take their clothes off.

Consent.  If you are dabbling anywhere in the kink neighborhood I cannot express to you how important it is to include explicit consent.  Please get a kink sensitivity reader. Don’t surprise your audience with dubious consent - make it clear and explicit from the start, even if it’s consensual nonconsent (which is a tag, but can also be addressed early with a line like ‘this is something they’d talked about previously’). But also! Consent can be sexy! It can be fun! It doesn’t have to be a drawn out contract of hard limits and detailed diagrams (though I have seen that done and done well!). Consent can be as simple as checking in with a partner if they’ve gone quiet or seem so wrecked they can’t express themselves. Consent can be one character telling another exactly what they’re going to do to them (hot hot hot!!), asking if they’re okay with it, and then doing exactly what they said.

Vulnerability/trust. Just like with the previous fic, vulnerability adds a sense of emotional intimacy that can be super hot.  If you’re writing kinky fic, vulnerability and trust go hand in hand, and show how deeply invested characters can be in each other - and that they respect and care for one another as well.  One character making themselves vulnerable to another with the understanding that the other character isn’t going to take advantage of that trust can be supernova hot if you employ it correctly. The key here is making sure that the character in the position of power respects the vulnerable character’s boundaries.  Security Failure in specific sets up an emotional need (increased trust) that is fulfilled physically by the porn that follows.  Clint needs to trust Bucky more, and Bucky needs to know that Clint trusts him.  Clint making himself super vulnerable in this fic lets both of these needs be fulfilled.

 Interactions outside the bedroom compared to interactions inside the bedroom.  In this fic, I chose to have these mirror each other - Bucky is in control of himself and in command of the situation in all of their interactions, so before they ever get naked you know what to expect from the dynamic. What can also be fun, however, is subverting expectations, so that how characters interact outside the bedroom is very different from how they interact inside the bedroom - so this is another time when knowing what your characters want/prefer is important motivation for your writing!

Character moments in your porn - there’s a scene in the first fic where Clint (this is all Clint POV) thinks about how much he likes performing a certain act, because it makes him feel good and useful.  It’s a very short interaction but it tells you a lot about the character - it tells you he likes to be useful, that he likes to be considered good (hello praise kink!), and it tells you he has low self-esteem which makes you want to wrap him up and a blanket and tuck him in and tell him how good and useful he is, but you also want Bucky to wreck him.  Your characters still have characterization, even during porn. In the second fic, we see character growth that mirrors growth within the relationship, but there’s still room to grow because Clint is still uncertain and insecure, and the fic helps advance their relationship to a new level of trust.  Through porn.

Communication, communication, communication.  Especially in kink fic but honestly in most porn - your characters have to communicate with each other! It can be nonverbal, but you’ve gotta make it clear to the reader.

The Big Finish

Everyone came (or maybe they didn’t), now what CB?

Oof, good question. 

To be honest, endings are the hardest (ha!) part.  And luckily, we’re going to have a Workshop specifically about how best to accomplish them! But as far as sexy scenes and how to wrap them up and move on, I like to use resolution of whatever need I was trying to meet, and then open the next scene with something that demonstrates a new level of intimacy/relationship dynamic/etc. if it’s part of a larger storyline, or just fade to black if it’s a one-shot. 

I hate to keep beating a dead horse, but this also depends on your motivation for writing your sex scene.  If you were trying to accomplish something with the story, then you need to somehow demonstrate that goal has been met - are they more comfortable around each other now, are they happier to show off their relationship to their friends, are they finally admitting they’re in a relationship? If you were trying to accomplish something with the relationship itself (which, as you can see, may go hand in hand with the story), then how can you show that? Does the one who usually leaves finally fall asleep in the other person’s arms? Is there a big flowery declaration? Does someone crymax? Does one partner tenderly clean the other partner up with a warm cloth and snuggle them into submission? The world is your oyster! Do what feels right for your characters and the journey you’re taking them on! 

And don’t forget the lube. 

[loveyboyslovin]

Way Down We Go - Chapter 1: James

AO3  ~  Chapter 2: Aleks  ~  Chapter 3: Brett

NSFW ~ HundarNovaHD & ModestAsher ~ Attempted Rape/Non-Con By Original Characters, Intervention By Mates, Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega, Omega James, Alpha Aleks, Alpha Brett, Omega Trevor, Alpha Asher, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Aggression, Protectiveness, Scenting, Knotting, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Threesome, Consensual, Consensual Sex With Mates, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Blood

It’s hard being an Omega, always has been. Growing up and realizing that you’re sort of seen as the lowest rung on society’s ladder, a slave to your biology, and in some people’s eyes, with only one purpose in life; to provide children. And sure, Omega’s are still prized, and Alphas treat their mates well, but it’s something that never truly leaves the back of your mind, a thought that eats away at you over the years.

It took James a long time to come to terms with the cards he’s been dealt, and Aleks and Brett have played a major part in that. It’s not often you find a pair of Alpha’s bonded to each other, and it’s even rarer for a pair like that to both fall in love with the same Omega. It’s a weird situation, to say the least, but James wouldn’t change it for the world. They make him feel loved, they make him feel wanted, not just another Omega to be owned. He doesn’t belong to them, and they don’t want him to, but the trust they place in him does nothing to dissuade his infatuation with the both of them. In a world where he’s essentially seen as property, their willingness to allow him his freedom is the greatest gift they could ever give him. 

Tonight, that freedom comes in the form of a movie night out with Trevor. It’s not the best one he’s ever watched, if he’s being completely honest, but having Trevor there to keep him company easily makes up for the fairly average entertainment. There’s a sense of camaraderie between them that always makes their interactions comfortable and easy. Maybe it’s got something to do with the fact they’re both Omegas and they want to look out for each other, or maybe they just happen to mesh well together, whatever the reason is, James is grateful to have him as a friend.

James checks his phone as they walk out of the theater, pretty annoyed to find that his battery is dead. Of fuckin’ course. They stand out the front for a bit, chatting about life and work stuff, just basking in that bubble of comfort between them.

“You sure you’re gonna be fine?”, Trevor asks him eventually, and James can’t help but notice the concerned light in the younger Omega’s eyes, the way the meagre illumination from the lamppost above the two of them makes the shadows play across his face.

“Come on, Trev”, he scoffs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket to warm them up. It’s cold out tonight, and the soft inner lining is a welcome replacement for the freezing leather exterior, “Who do you think you’re talkin’ to?”

“But–”, Trevor tries again, “Your heat, James, you’re gonna–”

“I’m gonna nothing, Trevor”, James snaps, guilt and regret washing over him when the boy flinches and curls in on himself.

“I…”, James sighs, disappointed in himself for getting antsy with him, and gently pats Trevor on the forearm, “I’m sorry, bud” 

The younger Omega keeps resolutely staring at the ground, worry knitting his brows together, so James rubs at his shoulder, as close to comfortingly as he can manage through the thick cotton of his hoodie. 

“Hey, look at me”, James murmurs. Dark eyes meet his through the gloom. Trevor’s lips are pinched, a nervous habit that James is used to by now, “I’ll be fine. My heat isn’t due for another five hours and I’m gonna be home with Aleks and Brett long before then. I just need to pop by the store on the way back.”

“At least let me drive you there”, Trevor sighs, clearly still not appeased by James’ effort at reassuring him, “It’s late.”

“Even if I wasn’t scared shitless by your driving ability,” James chuckles, and is pleased when it finally gets Trevor to smile, even if just a little, “It makes no sense for you to be going the opposite way just for me. And besides, I could use the exercise.”

Trevor is frowning at him, and James is almost sure that he’s gonna keep arguing the point, but after a long, deadpan stare, Trevor finally sighs in defeat, “Fine, but be careful. Please…”

“I ain’t a fuckin’ marshmallow, Trev” James rolls his eyes and mock punches him, chuckling at the over-exaggerated groan Trevor makes as he clutches at his arm as if it’s gonna fall right off, “Go home. You know how Asher gets when you’re gone.”

Trevor gives him one last unsure look before he shakes his head and turns to walk to his car, and James watches him go with something akin to fondness in his gaze. He’s come to think of the younger Omega as a brother of sorts, and it’s hard to not keep an eye on him when he can. Trevor opens the driver-side door and steps in. His car is honestly pretty shitty, but hey, the fact that he has a car at all is an achievement in itself, right? James hears the engine rumble to life, and waves at Trevor as the headlights swing past him, effectively blinding him for a few seconds.

By the time he’s blinking the bright spots from his vision, the car is gone, and James is standing alone in the empty parking lot. He sighs, low and long, as he re-adjusts his jacket and starts walking. The cinema is only a few blocks away from their apartment, but he wants to stop by the shop to grab a few last-minute supplies for his heat. Once he goes under, Aleks and Brett won’t be leaving the apartment at all for a few days, as they’ll be busy fucking him through his cycle.

James walks fairly quick because, one, he’s eager to be home with his Alphas as soon as possible, and two, this will be good for him. James likes to exercise as regularly as he can, trying his best to combat his biological tendency to favour a more ‘curvaceous’ figure, you might say. His mom had always told him it was an important way to promote a more nurturing body for bearing children, but seeing as he has no plans for a pregnancy any time soon, it ends up being more of an annoyance than anything else.

James finds his mind wandering as he walks, running over the list of things they still need for his heat as he scans his surroundings. It’s a nice night, quite cold considering this is LA, but a beautiful night nonetheless.  The sky is clear and cloudless, and he even notices a few stars, a rarity through the city smog. James has always liked night-time, there’s something about it that’s calm and almost… melancholic? Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably the best way to describe it. The way time seems to stand still when there’s no-one around and you almost feel like you might be the last person on Earth. At this pace, it shouldn’t take him more than half an hour to drop by the store and get home, and James is relieved by that knowledge.

But then something changes.

It’s slow at first, barely noticeable. James starts to find himself getting short of breath, which is confusing to him, because, despite what the softness around his hips and belly would tell you – childbearing hips, he can clearly hear his mother’s voice in his head – James exercises as much as he can and he knows he should be in better shape than this.

Next comes the sweating. He starts to feel so warm that, pretty soon, his leather jacket feels like it’s smothering him. It’s a deep, cloying heat that feels like it radiates throughout his entire body. It’s not long before he feels like his skin is crawling with it, and he practically rips his jacket off. The cool night air feels wonderful against his feverish skin, but the sensation doesn’t let up, and James feels a deep pit of anxiety settle in his stomach at the realization that these are all familiar symptoms to him. 

He’s still about 15 minutes from the apartment, maybe 10 if he moves quickly, and he still hasn’t bought any of the stuff. Shit! He deliberates for a moment, frozen stock-still in the street, bathed in soft yellow light from the streetlamp above him. They might really need those extra supplies in the coming days…

That’s when he feels the first twinge in his abdomen, a mere foreshadowing of all the cramps that are soon to come, and his mind is instantly made up. James curses under his breath as he darts off in the direction of home. He doesn’t run – he’s not a weirdo, and he’ll still get there before things really kick in – but his pace is brisk as he crosses the road and heads down a barren street. It’s dark, lit only by the occasionally situated streetlights. There’s a few storefronts here and there, small café’s and local businesses, but they’re long since closed for the night, with no light shining from their windows. 

He’s only a few blocks from the apartment, he’ll be fine! Everything is gonna to be just fine, he tries to convince himself as the anxiety that comes from being away from his mates during heat tightens in his chest and causes his breathing to speed.

As James nears an alley, he can hear the raucous sounds of laughter pouring from within. The scent hits him only a second later. Alphas. He feels his knees try to lock up and the urge to run in the opposite direction, but he’s so close to home, and the thought of Brett and Aleks waiting for him spurs him on. He keeps his head down and does his best to silently hurry past the alleyway. There’s no light out on the street, and he’s relieved when he slips past the entryway with no indication that he had been spotted.

Just when he thinks he’s in the clear, another person emerges from a nook in the side of the building that he hadn’t noticed before, almost colliding with him on the footpath.

“Oi! Watch where you’re fucking goin’, asshole”, the man spits, and his breath reeks of alcohol and tobacco. He’s tall, with dark hair, and though he’s clean shaven, he still has an overall scraggly appearance. He holds a lit cigarette in his hand, and the smoke rises in lazy wisps that swirl around his face before dissipating into the night air.

Any other time, James would probably just say “Fuck off” and keep walking, but he can smell Alpha pheromones rolling off the guy in waves, he’s in a really compromising position right now, and he just wants to go without setting him off, so he settles for a mumbled, “Sorry.”

As he tries to move around the Alpha, the man stiffens and suddenly there’s a heavy hand clamping down on James’ shoulder. He flinches away, trying to shrug out of the man’s grasp, but his grip just tightens even more, and the man starts to chuckle, low and menacing in the near deadly silence of the street, “Well well, look what we have here…” 

“Get the fuck off me!”, James hisses, but the man ignores him in favour of pushing him into the alley.

“Look at what I found, boys”, the Alpha calls, and James can see another two pairs of eyes flash in the darkness as they land on his body. 

The first Alpha is still stalking towards him, and he crowds James up against the alley wall. James can feel the rough bricks digging into his back and his head smacks back into the wall when the Alpha leans closer, leering at him in a way that makes him want to be sick, though that might also have something to do with the cramps that are increasingly lancing through his abdomen.

The other two Alphas move to flank their leader, staring at James hungrily, and suddenly Alpha pheromones explode into the space all around him. He wants to run, he wants to do something, anything, but the scent is overpowering all of his senses and he can’t concentrate.

“Oh, the little Omega’s going into heat”, the man sneers teasingly as his nose sweeps along James’ neck, scenting him near his mating mark, and James shudders as he lets out a low, disgusted noise and cringes back against the wall even further.

“Look at that, Damian”, one of the other Alphas speaks up, noticing the side of James’ neck where his second bite is located, “He’s got two marks.”

“What’s this, slut? You so greedy you need two cocks to get you off you, huh?”, the main Alpha – obviously Damian – smirks, his canines are sharp and vicious-looking as he looms closer to James, “Well, I guess it’s your lucky night, because we’ve got three right here”

“Let me go!”, James whines, thrashing against grip that’s pinning him to the alley wall, but all they do is laugh at his futile struggle, “I don’t want this!”

“That’s not what your body’s telling me, sugar”, Damian grins, trailing a finger down James’ neck and over his mark. 

James wishes that Damian was lying, but he’s not. His own body is betraying him. All he wants to do is run, scream, get as far away from here as he possibly can, but his biology has him trapped, reacting instinctually to the scent of the three unknown Alphas that have him surrounded. His cock throbs as another wave of pheromones invades his nostrils, and he lets out a quiet moan as more slick runs down the back of his thighs, soaking into his jeans.

“God, what a little whore you are”, Damian muses, moving to nip at James’ neck, and James recoils, not wanting to have any part of the foreign Alpha touching him. Despite that, James can feel his rational thinking slowly slipping away as the intoxicating scent takes control, and he knows that he’s only got one chance to get out of here before it’s too late. His body is screaming at him to submit to them, to just go lax and let the Alphas use him how they want to, but he refuses to go down without a fight.

The Alpha is so preoccupied with his advances that he’s being careless, and his grip on James has loosened quite a bit. James feels the adrenaline surge through his veins, and in a last-ditch effort to protect himself, he grabs Damian’s fingers and wrenches them backwards with a sickening crunch, while simultaneously kneeing him in the groin with all the effort he can muster. The Alpha howls in pain, and he immediately curls over his injured hand. If the noises were anything to go by, Damian’s fingers are broken, and James is suddenly beyond grateful for the self-defense techniques his mom forced him to learn when he was younger. 

The other Alpha’s seem completely dumbfounded, certainly not expecting a fight from an Omega, and James is able to dart out from underneath Damian and make a mad dash towards the street. He can barely hear their shouts of surprise and anger over the blood roaring in his ears, and he doesn’t dare to look back as he sprints with all of the energy he has left, towards his only chance of safety. For a second or two, he legitimately believes that he might be fine, but then he feels a heavy weight clamp around the back of his neck and yank him to a stop, punching all the air from his lungs as he’s dragged back against a solid chest.

The second largest Alpha shoves him back against the wall, and the back of James’ head connects with the bricks, making his vision blur as a ringing bursts forth in his ears. His mind seems hazy and unfocused as he stumbles, struggling to orient himself. He tries to remember where he is and why he’s so scared, but before he has a chance, Damian is back in his face, his uninjured hand curled tightly around James’ throat as he pushes him back into the bricks again, cutting off all of his airflow.

“You little cunt!”, Damian seethes, and James makes a pained, choked-off whine as tears start pooling in the corners of his eyes. He has no chance now. “You just made this so much worse for yourself!”

James doesn’t have any energy left in him to fight, and in his desperation, he does the only thing he can think of; he tries to get in their heads.

“M-my mates…”, he rasps, clawing weakly at the vice-like grip around his throat, “They know I’m missing. They’re gonna be looking for me.”

“Nice try,” the Alpha laughs cruelly, “but they’re not coming.”

“They love me…”, James wheezes, distraught at even the idea, “They’d never leave me!”

“I don’t see them here right now, do you?”, Damian asks, looking around the alleyway and shrugging nonchalantly, “And besides, they can’t really care about you that much if they let you wander around all alone on your heat”

James doesn’t want to listen to him, he wants to completely ignore all the vile lies that are spewing out of the Alpha’s mouth, but a small voice in the back of his head wonders whether Damian is right. What if Aleks and Brett hadn’t ever really cared about him. What if it was all just a big lie, a long-running joke at his expense. They were together before they even met him, they were a bonded pair long before he was in the picture. They’re probably happy they won’t have to deal with him anymore. They’re not coming for him. They’re not coming. A small part of him knows that this insecurity is all his heat talking, but he can’t clamp down on the thoughts now they’re at the forefront of his mind, and his tears overflow at the realization that his mates, the ones he loves more than life itself, have deserted him, left him to this horrible fate.

Damian growls, low and threatening, as James struggles weakly. He feels as the Alpha leans forward, lips brushing over his neck, feels the sharp prick of pointed teeth grazing his skin, and it makes him shudder with revulsion. This is it, he can’t run anymore. Once those fangs pierce his skin, he’ll be like putty in their hands, and there’s no way in hell he’ll be able to resist their efforts.

Time seems to stand still in that moment. James can hear his heart pounding in his head, his breaths gasping from his dry lips, can feel the fear tie his stomach in knots. Trails of tears run down his face as the Damian yanks his head to the side to expose his neck, canines bared as he prepares to bite James, hovering right where Brett’s mating mark currently sits.

Maybe it’s the head injury, or maybe he really has gone crazy, but one second, everything around him sounds muted and muffled, and the next, his entire world explodes with sound.

For a second, his sluggish mind wonders whether there has been an explosion, because the thunderous roar that suddenly fills the alleyway is like nothing James has ever heard before. He barely has time to register the origin of the sound, before Damian is being wrenched away from him and thrown to the alley floor.

As if they’ve appeared out of thin air, Brett and Aleks are suddenly in front of him, leaning forward into defensive crouches to form a formidable wall between James and the other Alphas. Damian flips up from the ground and growls at them, clearly enraged that his opportunity is gone. Despite his ferocity, he’s nothing, nothing, compared to Brett and Aleks.

The only word that James thinks would come even remotely close is savage. He’s never seen them look more like animals in the entire time he’s known them. Their eyes are frightening in their intensity; scleras that are black as pitch where normally there would be white, and their irises, usually such a beautiful, warm chocolate brown, now glow with various hues of yellow, orange and red, ever shifting and changing as if smouldering with a fire from within. Sharp canines flash in the night, glistening with saliva, bared and lethal as his mates crouch forward and snarl at his attackers. 

There’s about a second where time seems to stand still, then Damian is charging towards them and Brett is leaping forward to meet him. They clash with each other, a cacophony of roars and snarls and snapping teeth, as Brett uses their momentum to throw them deeper into the alley and farther from James. The remaining two Alphas seem content to both take on Aleks, and they try to flank him before he hurtles into their midst, knocking one down and unbalancing the other.

James is so devastatingly happy that his mates have come for him, and he wants to stay here with them, wants to make sure they’re safe, but he just can’t. It’s like everything that’s happened to him tonight finally catches up with him. The wave of fear and adrenaline finally crashes over him as his heat ramps up to a whole new level of pain, feeling like it rips through his very core, and James can absently feel the rough texture of the brick wall scraping against his back as his legs give out from underneath him. 

James has no way of knowing how slow time is going, barely able to acknowledge the world around him, so when a body lands right near him, thumping to the ground, it shocks him back into reality and makes him flinch back into the wall with a frightened noise. It’s the smaller of the two Alphas Aleks is currently tackling, and he completely ignores James now that competition has arrived.

James looks up through bleary eyes and can see that Aleks is facing away from him, clearly occupied with the other Alpha. The one in front of James darts up until he’s crouching, and James can see in the way he moves, the way his spine rolls and his muscles tense, that he’s preparing to leap at Aleks and catch him from behind. With that kind of advantage, it’s almost certain that Aleks won’t stand a chance against both of them.

James feels like a wreck. There are tears in his eyes and his brain feels muddled and pain is coursing throughout his entire body, but he refuses to sit by and watch his Alpha, his mate, get hurt, not after they both came for him when he needed them most. Something in his heart tells him to reach out, and he does, his fingers curling around a broken-off section of metal pipe that is strewn along the bottom of the alley wall. He might not have sharp fangs or powerful muscles, he may be physically weaker than them, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to sit by and watch Aleks be attacked right in front of him, so he tightens his grip on the pipe as he raises it above his head.

It swings down fast, gravity doing most of the work, cracking the Alpha right over the head, and he goes down like a sack of shit. The hit doesn’t break the skin but the Alpha doesn’t move after that, so he’s either unconscious or dead, and to be completely honest, either option is fine with James.

The spike of energy leaves James as quickly as it came, and the pipe clatters to the alley floor with a loud clanging noise that still sounds jarring despite the cacophony of the Alphas fighting all around him. 

James tries to hold on, he really does, but every passing second seems to make all of this seem harder to cope with, so he does the only thing he has left, he retreats inside himself.

The pain doesn’t go away, and neither does his fear, but he can already feel himself moving to a place inside his head where he can deal with his problems in peace, without having to worry about the crazy, fucked-up world around him. As James closes his eyes and curls in on himself, slowly rocking back and forth, he feels the last string tying him to the rough concrete floor of this alley snap, and then he’s drifting down.

Drifting…

[thedosianexplorer]

All the evens for all your girls!

Rest of the questions here. I’m putting an (***) asterisk next to the questions that I’ve answered with my College/Modern AUs in mind. 

2: Where does your OC work?***

Jhera Mahariel: Odd jobs here and there; she really enjoys working with the Theatre Department whenever possible.  

Evaine Hawke: Animal shelter. She gets to pet the cats and walk the dogs. It is heaven.

Ladwyn Lavellan: In college, she works in the library. In the separate Inquisition Modern AU she’s an adjunct art history professor (haven’t thought about careers for Jhera and Evaine yet). 

4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?***

Jhera Mahariel: Cash. Credit seems like too much of a hassle. Not many banks out by the rez.

Evaine Hawke: No preference between cash and debit, but it’s rare for her to use a credit card in a non-emergency situation.

Ladwyn Lavellan: Ladwyn prefers to have a credit card just because it’s easier to impulse buy things at three am that way. She needs to have those throw pillows and desk organizers STAT.6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?

Jhera Mahariel: She is supernaturally good at hitting things. 

Evaine Hawke: Mage

Ladwyn Lavellan: Also mage

8: What are some of your OCs strengths?

(doing three for each)

Jhera Mahariel: Tenacity, impressive physical strength (esp. for her size), great leadership skills

Evaine Hawke: Loyal, thoughtful, makes friends easily

Ladwyn Lavellan: Ambitious, adventurous, practical10: What is your OC’s favorite outfit?

Jhera Mahariel: She has a traditional Dalish dress of her mother’s that she only wears on very special occassions. Zevran also gave her a dress from Antiva City that she absolutely adores. 

Evaine Hawke: Evaine is most comfortable in soft tee-shirts, dark-washed jeans, and combat boots.

Ladwyn Lavellan: Ladwyn lives that “long tunic and leggings” life, along with an assortment of earth-tone blouses, flowy skirts, and cardigans that Dorian affectionately calls “hippie librarian chic”. 

12: Is your OC sexually active?

Jhera Mahariel: She and Zevran are the Morticia and Gomez of Thedas so... very much so.

Evaine Hawke: Yep

Ladwyn Lavellan: *looks at Haleni* She would be lying if she said no.14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?***

Jhera Mahariel: A seemingly indestructible flip-phone

Evaine Hawke: A Nokia Windows phone. She has... bad luck with phones. She needed a sturdier one.

Ladwyn Lavellan: A smartphone that’s two or three generations behind the current model. She wants one small enough to fit in her pocket, thanks.16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?

Jhera Mahariel: Summer

Evaine Hawke: The height of fall into the first half of winter

Ladwyn Lavellan: Spring, before it gets too hot

18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?***

Jhera Mahariel: Most likely of the three to splurge on fancy lingerie 

Evaine Hawke: Whatever’s clean; is weak for the novelty underwear with sarcastic/punny phrases on them

Ladwyn Lavellan: Boyshort addict

20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?***

Jhera Mahariel: Sicilian 

Evaine Hawke: Buffalo chicken

Ladwyn Lavellan: Sausage and peppers

22: Has your OC ever killed someone?

They all have, but I’ll point out specific character-defining instances. 

Jhera Mahariel: Killed scores of darkspawn, mercenaries, etc, but her duel with Loghain sticks with her. 

Evaine Hawke: Killed Quentin, the Arishok, and Grace. She is only remotely okay with the last one, though she knows all were necessary.

Ladwyn Lavellan: Killed thirteen “rabbit-catchers” along the Minanter River before her seventeenth nameday. She earned her vallaslin from that, but was severely altered by the experience. 

24: What does your OC smell like?*** 

(going for preferred perfume courtesy of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)

Jhera Mahariel: Rogue

Evaine Hawke: Spiced Apple Cider

Ladwyn Lavellan: Ogygia

26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk) 

Jhera Mahariel: Elf

Evaine Hawke: Human

Ladwyn Lavellan: Elf

28: Does your OC like anime?***

Jhera Mahariel: Hasn’t seen any yet

Evaine Hawke: Yes, Slayers is her favorite

Ladwyn Lavellan: She’s enjoyed what she’s seen, but is more familiar with Miyazaki movies

30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

A resounding shrug for all three. 

32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?***

Jhera Mahariel: Literature 

Evaine Hawke: Liberal Arts

Ladwyn Lavellan: Art History

34: Is your OC religious?

Jhera Mahariel: prays regularly, but is uncomfortable practicing her faith outside her clan

Evaine Hawke: Would be considered a witch, but does not consider herself Andrastean 

Ladwyn Lavellan: She is that person who says she’s, “spiritual, not religious”. Sometimes she finds comfort in the rituals of her traditional worship, but mostly she’s concerned with being a good person. 

36: What turns your OC on?

Jhera Mahariel: Really good massages, has a thing for hands

Evaine Hawke: Sarcastic banter and bad jokes 

Ladwyn Lavellan: Competence kink

38: Does your OC have any pets?

Jhera Mahariel: One mabari

Evaine Hawke: One mabari (for now)

Ladwyn Lavellan: Shared custody of Cullen’s obscenely large mabari

40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?

Jhera Mahariel: Fighting the archdemon

Evaine Hawke: Buy the Bone Pit

Ladwyn Lavellan: Open a rift directly into the Fade

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea? 

Jhera Mahariel: Coffee

Evaine Hawke: Tea

Ladwyn Lavellan: Herbal tea

44: What color eyes does your OC have?

Jhera Mahariel: Dark brown

Evaine Hawke: Blue

Ladwyn Lavellan: Grey

46: Is your OC loyal?

A resounding YES for all three.

48: What social class is your OC from?

Jhera Mahariel: Second-class as far as shems are concerned. In Dalish social hierarchy she’s a few rungs up because of her mage ancestry and the fact that one of her parents was a Keeper. 

Evaine Hawke: Upper class on her mother’s side, veeeery distant nobility on her father’s side as a descendant of Parthalan, but is a mage so all of that is moot. Second-class on technicality, but being Champion balances it out. 

Ladwyn Lavellan: As a mage and First she is treated with the utmost respect; her advice is sought and her orders are rarely questioned. 

50: Does your OC cry easily?

Jhera Mahariel: No, she cries very rarely

Evaine Hawke: Not in the moment; it hits her after the fact

Ladwyn Lavellan: She can hold it in until she’s alone

52: How does your OC feel about insects?

Jhera Mahariel: Ambivalent

Evaine Hawke: Insects, meh. Arachnids, NOPE. 

Ladwyn Lavellan: NOOOOOOOPE. 

54: Does your OC smoke?***

Jhera Mahariel: She likes Antivan cigars

Evaine Hawke: Weed yes, cigarettes no

Ladwyn Lavellan: Used to be a stress smoker, but hasn’t in years.

56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?

Pretty much covered by #10. 

58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?

Jhera Mahariel: Extroverted

Evaine Hawke: Extroverted introvert 

Ladwyn Lavellan: Introvert

60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

Jhera Mahariel: Yes, the forests are her favorite

Evaine Hawke: As long as it’s not too... nature-y. Campgrounds are okay, open wilderness is too disquieting.

Ladwyn Lavellan: Yes, loves rocky shores and mountains. Haaaaates deserts. Deserts can fuck right off.