Alicentluvr - Visenya

How to write smut ?

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writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, touching, licking, flicking,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

he arched his back, his breath shuddering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

Would anyone read a Tom Glynn-Carney social media fanfic on Wattpad 🫶

ELIZA DUSHKU as Gina City by the Sea (2002) dir. Michael Caton-Jones

ALICENT + hands close-up

Years of war, Gaius, struggle… and luck have brought you here. To this place. I’d be very sorry to see you throw it all away… doing something stupid.

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 [ 2021 — ] × Tom Glynn-Carney as Gaius Octavius.

Rosamund Pike as Jane Bennet in Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.08 — The Lord of the Tides

GAME OF THRONES 1.06, A Golden Crown

Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen Game of Thrones 7.01 - “Dragonstone”

And speaking of Sophia Tolstoy, her diaries are just so depressing. 

“I am to gratify his pleasure and nurse his child, I am a piece of household furniture, I am a woman. I try to suppress all human feelings. When the machine is working properly it heats the milk, knits a blanket, makes little requests and bustles about trying not to think […].“

She wrote this when she was 19, one year into her marriage to Leo and as she was pregnant with the first of his 13 children.

A few years later, when she was 25 or so:

“I am so often alone with my thoughts that the need to write in my diary comes quite naturally … Now I am well again and not pregnant—it terrifies me how often I have been in that condition. He said that for him being young meant “I can achieve anything”. For me […] reason tells me that there is nothing I either want or can do beyond nursing, eating, drinking, sleeping, and loving and caring for my husband and babies, all of which I know is happiness of a kind, but why do I feel so woeful all the time, and weep as I did yesterday? I am writing this now with the pleasantly exciting sense that nobody will ever read it, so I can be quite frank with myself […].“

During her 12th pregnancy she wrote about taking scalding baths and jumping from high pieces of furniture to try and miscarry.  And at one point while reading her husband’s diary (which he told her to read) she found the sentence “There is no such thing as love, only the physical need for intercourse and the practical need for a life companion.” In her own diary she wrote “They ebb and flow like waves, these times when I realise how lonely I am and want only to cry…”

A few years before her husband’s death, she published a cycle of prose poems titled “Groans”, under the pseudonym “A Tired Woman”.