hi hi you have any tips for writing longer smut? like sure itโs easy to write a simple sex scene, but you convey so many emotions and tiny details and actions through many scenes in a story. your writing is so elevated and impressive pls help me be like you ๐
omg... hi there anon this is so so sweet. if i'm being honest with you, this blog is recording in Real Time my first attempts at writing longer smut! i had a previous blog where i wrote short smut drabbles, so i can try my best to explain what im doing differently here :p
first, i get carried away. i get usually 4k words worth of carried away. i typically have an idea for the smut first (like the actual scene itself) and then work backwards from there. just like if i were writing fluff, i begin with a central moment. for example, 'come on in' was born when i decided i wanted to write hot tub smut. i worked backwards to decide Where the hot tub was and Who they were to each other, which resulted in a vacation/resort setting and a bff mutual pining dynamic! it could have went All sorts of ways,, like hot tub at a party or hot tub at the end of the world
i do think the one thing that sets short and long form apart the most is the characterization. youre able to do a lot of fun stuff with longer smut and i like to have fun :D the more time you spend at the beginning making your Smut feel like Not Smut,, the more rewarding it is when they finally Do end up getting their freak on for a lack of better words โค๏ธ i really enjoy stupid details because they feel less stupid if you bring them back up again Later in the story, as is the case with most writing. anything thats mentioned Should (in a best case scenario) become significant at some point
am i answering the question? not sure BUT i hope any of this was helpful anon. start with a scene or a line of dialogue or a concept or a vibe and DO YOUR THING โผ๏ธ && while we are here it is not easy to write a simple smut scene + some of the best written sex ive ever seen on this app has been like 500 words or less and my mind has exploded. & in a poetry class i was reprimanded for trying to write a short poem before i had written the lengthy, wordy, over-saturated poem,, because only once you have all the images and ideas perfectly situated and fleshed out can you begin to cut away the less impactful and irrelevant filler material. short form smut writers r usually Way more hardworking than little old me because of this ๐ซถ they have to hit the tension right on the head and fill in context so quickly (AND ALSO NOT TO SAY OTHER LENGTHY SMUT WRITERS DONT WORK HARD EVERYBODY IS A MACHINE)
both types (shorter + longer smut) are fun to read and fun to write and its fun to support writers of all varieties โจ
i really do sincerely appreciate your kindness anon + im honored you would ask me for Tips hehe if you have a more specific question id be more than happy to answer in an unnecessarily detailed manner. i have writer brain literally every second of every day, so a lot of my writing habits arent like. apparent to me ? if that makes sense and doesnt sound pretentious at all ^-^ kisses for you and thank you 4 the opportunity
playing animal hospital in 2 hours almost to the minute. shaking with excitement. eating leftover pot roast and an ungodly amount of green beans. made strawberry sauce to put on my overnight oats next week. the sauce is cooling to room temperature on the counter. its storming and all i can do is pray the wind doesnt knock my power out before i can play animal hospital.
academic rival!yumaย who makes it his personal mission to sit directly in your line of vision just so he can smirk at you when he finishes his exam first. he'll stretch obnoxiously, crack his knuckles loud enough for you to hear three rows back and make direct eye contact as he saunters to the front to turn in his paper โ twenty minutes before anyone else. you grip your pen so hard you're surprised it doesn't snap.
academic rival!yumaย who "accidentally" sees your grade on a returned essay and has the audacity to go "aw, that's cute" when he scores two points higher. two. whole. points. you want to strangle him. he knows you want to strangle him, can probably see it written all over your face. that's exactly why he leans in closer, voice dropping just low enough that only you can hear, "maybe if you actually cited recent sources instead of ones from 2018โฆ"
you spend the rest of the lecture plotting his demise instead of taking notes.
academic rival!yumaย who lives for the debate portions of your political theory elective. he'll counter every single one of your points with that infuriatingly calm confidence, tongue pressed against his cheek when you start getting flustered. "take your time," he'll say with faux sweetness when you pause to gather your thoughts and the worst part is how the professor nods approvingly at his "patience." you've never meant anything more sincerely than when you mouth "fuck you" at him.
academic rival!yumaย who keeps a running tally in the margins of his notes โ your score versus his across every quiz, midterm and assignment. when you finally noticed it one day (he left his notebook open on purpose, the fucking bastard), he just shrugged and said, "gotta keep track of my winning streak somehow."
academic rival!yumaย who you kissed first, actually. after a particularly heated argument over statistical models that had you both staying two hours past the library closing, you were jabbing your finger into his chest, calling him an "arrogant, insufferable prick," and he wasย laughingย at your anger. so, you did the only rational thing you could think of โ you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him to shut him up. instead of pushing you away, his hand came up to cup the back of your neck and he took control so thoroughly that your knees went weak. when you finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he whispered against your lips, "took you long enough." you slapped him then. he deserved it.
academic rival!yumaย who has you pinned against the bookshelf in the library's restricted section at 11 PM next wednesday, one hand over your mouth while the other works between your thighs with devastating precision. you're not entirely sure when this arrangement took off, but you're not one to question it. not when nerdy, harmless yuma gives you orgasms that you could only dream of. "quiet," he breathes against your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice, โunless you want everyone to know that the second-best student in our program is falling apart for me in the philosophy section." you bite down on his palm in retaliation, but it only makes him press harder, fingers curling just right, and your vision goes white. "that's it," he murmurs, holding you up when your legs threaten to give out. "you sound so much better when you're not trying to one-up me."
academic rival!yumaย who discovers that the fastest way to win an argument is to slide his hand up your thigh beneath the study room table, all while continuing to contribute to the discussion like nothing's happening. his voice stays perfectly steady, academic and measured, even as his fingers trace maddening patterns against your skin, climbing higher until you completely lose your train of thought mid-sentence. he tilts his head, eyes gleaming with victory. "i'm sorry, what were you saying about foucault's theory of power?" you want to kill him. you also need him. you hate that both things are equally true.
academic rival!yumaย who has you bent over his desk at 2 AM, one hand fisted in your hair while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise. and he's talking โ god, he won't shut up. "you know what your problem is?" he groans, voice rough as he drives into you. "you think too much. always trying to be in control, always trying to win." he pulls you up against his chest, hand sliding to wrap around your throat. not squeezing butย holding, possessive. "look at you now. look how good you take it when you finally let go." you can't even form words to argue back, can only whimper when he angles his hips differently, fat cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
academic rival!yumaย who gets off on reducing you to incoherence, on watching your sharp mind go completely blank with pleasure. he'll have you on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and he'll slow down just to watch you squirm. "use your words," he demands, even though you both know you're beyond words at this point. "come on, you're so articulate in class. tell me exactly what you need." when you finally manage to choke out a desperate "wan' you t-to touch me, yu... please," he rewards you by pressing his thumb exactly where you need it, pace turning punishing.
"there she is. my smart girl, begging so pretty."
academic rival!yumaย who leaves marks deliberately where your clothes will barely hide them. on your throat, your collarbones and the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he'll suck bruises into your skin while he's inside you, and later, when you're both coming down, he'll kiss them with a satisfaction that's claiming. "wear a turtleneck tomorrow," he suggests, amusement dancing across his features. you flip him off. you both know you won't. you both know he'll be looking for them during your morning lecture, getting hard again just thinking about how he put them there.
academic rival!yumaย who fucks you like he has something to prove, every single time โ harder, deeper, longer... drawing it out until you're screaming like a pornstar. he'll hook your leg over his shoulder until you arch off the bed with a cry. he'll lean down to messily suck on your tit, moaning shamelessly. "that's right, take it," he growls, tugging at your nipple only to hear your adorable yelp of surprise. "t-take all of me... hhnnghโ you can do it, can't you? fuck... my perfect rival." the combination of praise and degradation shouldn't work, but it makes you lose your goddamn mind. when you finally shatter you take him with you, both of you cursing and gasping each other's names.
academic rival!yumaย who ends up as your coworker at your dream company six months after you graduate. on your first day, you lock eyes across the room. his answering grin is slow and dangerous. "fancy seeing you here," he singsongs during the coffee break, standing too close for comfort. "guess we're colleagues now." you swallow hard, putting on a nonchalant front, "guess so." he moves into your space, biting down on his lower lip, like he's sharing a dirty little secret, "hr's probably going to have a field day with us."
unfortunately for you, he's right. they absolutely do.
