#smut scenes

[ic-napology]

Tiny rant on smut scenes

I've noticed that smut scenes (about straight couples) in fanfiction heavily tend to be focused on what he does to her body, thus focusing on the female's body as a consequence.

And I'm like.

What's the point of being obsessed with buff, complex, masculine, battle-hardened, statuesque fictional men, if I cannot read extensively about their abs and pecs being caressed as well, or their glistening skin being breathed upon with reverence and hunger?

Why are women made so passive even in fanfiction when your male love interest is the most extraordinary being imaginable. Like I don't want to care ONLY for ministrations on her boobs when there's a fully naked warrior or fae or Saiyan or monster to explore as well.

Please dare to portray female desire and agency more, at least in fanfics.

Especially if you are featuring female characters who are canonically proactive, fiery and passionate already, girls that would definitely be dominant and daring even in the bed.

[sitp-recs]

Top five smutty fics/moments in fic please Livvy (and they can't all be from euphoria 🧐)

You know me all too well babes 🤡 lol yeah I could definitely do a top 5 just for Euphoria, considering the amount of hot stuff in there (and the amount of times I’ve read it 🌝). This was hard enough for Drarry so I’m not including rare pairs this time. Here are my top memorable scenes - funny, no matter how much filth I read it’s always the tenderness that sticks with me…

1. Far From Tree by aideomai

He rocked into Potter, slow and then again, and Potter said, voice shaking, “You’re inside me,” and Draco almost sobbed. It felt overwhelming, too much.

“Draco,” Potter said. He turned his face and they kissed slowly, barely moving. A long, golden kiss, and it still didn’t feel close enough. Draco wanted to crawl into Potter’s skin and live there. He wanted to eat him alive.

“Okay,” Potter said, “okay, okay,” and wriggled, demanding, and Draco did fuck him then, sure and easy, Potter’s thigh lifting up into his hold, his back arching up, his mouth open as Draco knocked shocked, pleased noises from him. They were getting loud, getting fast, the hot blur of it, and then Potter hooked his arm around Draco’s neck and drew him down and they were kissing again, rough and clumsy, the sharp tap-tap-tap of Draco’s hips knocking them off balance.

“Darling,” Draco said, muddled against his mouth, half out of his head with pleasure, “darling, darling,” and Potter, gasping, said, “Again.” Draco wasn’t sure if he wanted the fuck or the names that spilled out of him without meaning to, the embarrassing, heavy-handed adoration, and so Draco gave him both.

2. The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered

“Look at me,” Malfoy said, and turned Harry's chin. Harry looked, watched Malfoy taking him, watched as his own hips came up to help him. “I want you to know it’s me,” Malfoy said. “It’s me taking you. Me fucking you. Me packed tight inside of you. Hold on, Harry.”

He was almost all the way out of Harry, he had pulled so far out, but now he slammed back in, head thrown back. “That was a good one, wasn't it,” Malfoy said, and kissed him. “If you're good, I’ll give it to you again.”

“God, Malfoy. Do it.”

“I will,” Malfoy said, but now his thrusts were slow again, lazy. “Focus on me, Harry. Don’t think of anything else.” Then he did it again, thrusting hard and very fast, and Harry writhed. “It’s me,” Malfoy said again. “Don’t think of anyone else. Don’t think of anything else. You can only think of me.”

3. Wild, orphaned

“Sometime,” Potter said, with a look on his face Draco didn’t quite recognise, “I’m going to make you ask for this.”

“I’m already asking,” Draco replied, parting his legs, drawing one knee up to his chest. Potter put his thumb back onto Draco’s arsehole for a few seconds, before replacing it with the head of his dick. He left it there, while Draco breathed in and out and tried not to push himself backwards onto it.

“No,” Potter said, “Like--” he cut off and wrapped his hand around Draco’s side, his fingers skimming over Draco’s hip bones. “Like, properly ask,” he said.

“Like beg?” Draco asked, turning to look. He smiled, syrupy and sweet. “Why would I need to beg, Potter? When you’re so eager to give it to me.”

4. What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym

“Harry,” Draco says, wondering, and Harry rolls his eyes and slams himself up, the first time, feels his whole body come alive with the sensation of Draco’s cock hitting hard against the back of his throat. Draco gets the idea and it’s quick, after that — he tightens his grip on Harry’s hair and fucks into Harry’s mouth and Harry lets him, encourages him, moans even as tears spring up at the corners of his eyes.

He grabs hold of Draco’s shirttails with both hands and holds on, and when he looks up to meet Draco’s eyes again Draco comes with a shout, body pitching forward, one hand still in Harry’s hair, the other landing on Harry’s shoulder to steady him. Harry sucks him through it, swallows down every drop before he lets Draco’s softening cock slip out of his mouth, and they’re both still for a second, gasping in the quiet room.

Then Draco says, “Merlin, Harry, that was so good,” and slips his hand down through Harry’s hair, strokes it over the nape of his neck. And Harry — he comes so hard and so quickly that it genuinely startles him, the orgasm shuddering through him before he even has the chance to process that it’s happening. He gasps, head crashing forward to land at Draco’s hip, and for a long moment he’s too overcome with the release of it to really register that he’s come in his pants like an actual fucking teenager, and that that is truly and properly mortifying.

5. Waiting by an Open Door by Femme

Draco leans back against Potter, arches back, his arms going backwards around Potter's neck. He lets Potter stroke his chest and praise him, tell him how brilliant he is, how amazing his feels around Potter's prick. It feels like it's been hours that they've been doing this, but it's only been a couple of minutes. The strangeness is shifting into pleasure, and when Potter circles his hips, his cock pressing further into Draco's body, Draco moans with the deep, satisfying ache of it. "Merlin, Potter. Again."

Potter leans forward, his mouth near Draco's ear. "Don't you think you should call me Harry if I'm fucking you?"

Draco smiles, leans his head back, seats himself more solidly on Potter's cock. "Why rush things?" He kisses Potter's jaw, bites the soft skin just below.

[thirdwheelravi]

hi hello, just finished reading your new fic and i’m still kicking my feet and giggling. it made my tuesday morning so warm i’m gonna start the day so fresh and happy thank you!!!!

i’m wondering how you prepare yourself when you sit down to write the fucking? (lol) sorry this just looks wrong when typed out. i mean like do you put on your most vibe-y playlist? have a favorite beverage next to you? write in a specific location? it’s because i’m having a tough time writing my own scene in my fic and i’m stuck!

i was in shambles and a pile of cozy warm happy goo after reading yours so wanted to take notes ✨💜

ahhhhh first of all, thank you so much 💕🥰

So I guess my answer to this is maybe not the most helpful haha because basically I can only write smut when I'm in the right ~mood~. It's the one kind of scene I find I really can't force, so if I sit down to write it and it's not flowing, I'll usually just stop and work on something else.

Sometimes I can kind of jumpstart the process by re-reading some of my favorite explicit fics, stuff that I just think is super hot for whatever reason. My other trick is that writing (or re-reading) the sexual tension part of the fic can help me get in the right zone to write the actual sex, so I'll either re-read those scenes or try to ramp up to the sex scene by writing whatever the lead-in is. And that helps me feel like everything flows, too.

Truthfully though, sex scenes ARE hard to write! They just are. I'm pretty new to it, and I think what's been the most challenging is just balancing all the various aspects of the scene--the dialogue, if there is any (and I love some fun dialogue in my sex scenes), the actual blocking (sex scenes are, at their core, technically action scenes? You gotta know who's putting what where without it feeling too clunky) and most importantly, the FEELINGS each person is having--and that means BOTH the POV character and their partner. It's a lot to balance and it takes a lot of practice and effort. And I am far from perfect at it.

As for location, I have to be comfy, so I either write it on the couch or in bed, never sitting at a table or desk. Although honestly I tend to write most of my fanfic sitting on my couch or in bed so that's not specific to writing smut.

I hope this is at all helpful and good luck!!!

[desperatlytryingtowriteabook]

Help! How do smut scenes?? Specifically, in your writing, how do you go about making them feel natural? I find I can write smut in fanfiction just fine, but when it comes to my own characters, I just get SUPER FLUSTERED and embarrassed to write them in that context. Any advice?

Hey! Look at me, answering you four years later!

First things first, writing smut isn't needed for your story to be enjoyable. In my opinion, smut scenes need to serve a purpose, unlike in fanfictions, where they can be little add-ons or one shots without any problem.

I read years ago that something that can help is to be alone when you write smut. Those type of scenes can be pretty intimate (as in "close to you, as a writer) and some privacy can feel better. It's one thing to read toe-curling sexy times in a crowded bus, it's a whole other to write said sexy times with your parents in the same room.

I don't really plan my scenes, but I have an idea of where it's going and what tropes I want to put into them before I start writing. And I'll also think about the characters emotional and physical states, and their relationships.

Lastly, I'm a firm believer that rewriting can help a ton!

I hope this (belatedly) helped!

[asirensrage]

The Unnamed - Scenes and Prompts

A short masterlist for all the random smut prompts/scenes I write that have no designated character.

Random short smut...scenes/starters (Explicit)

Based on the prompt: “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

A kiss

Waking up in bed

"Tell me you want me."

Obsession - Dark drabble

Dark Drabble with Prompts: “I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you owe me?” and “This is your fault, you did this.” with breeding kink.

Dark drabble: As cute as you look all flustered like that, you have to realize, this is your new norm; you’d best get used to this, love.

Dark drabble: Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?

Dark drabble: Unfortunately for you, once I had decided that you were mine there was nothing you could have done to change your fate.

Dark drabble: "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll kill anyone who does."

Dark drabble: "It's not your fault, it's theirs. They're the ones trying to keep us apart. You see that, right?"

Dark drabble: "You really think they're going to keep me from you?"

Prompt: "You deserve better than me. So go. Find someone else."

Drabble: "I can't stay"

Drabble: His fingers press into the skin of her throat

Drabble: He kisses with purpose

Spite Smut Oneshot: "Still hate me?" "Definitely." - Explicit.

Dark drabble: "Nothing can keep us apart. I'll burn the world down if they try."

Dark drabble: “You’re scaring me.” “Good.”

[asirensrage]

Smut Drabble #2?

Based on the prompt : “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” Unedited.

Dark!Steve Rogers x OC

Warnings: Edging. Mentions of kidnapping. Steve is relentless.

She covers her face with her hands. His fingers grip her thighs, keeping her in place and open for him. She can’t believe this is happening. Well, she can, she’s trying to squirm away just to try to be able to breathe but Steve is firm. His mouth moves with purpose, bringing her back up towards the edge before he pulls away. Again. She whines, low in her throat, needy for the release he’s holding her back from. 

“Please,” she begs. “Please, please, please.” She tries to move away again but he just pulls her closer. She’s going to have bruises on her thighs. She doesn’t really mind. 

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

“Steve,” she breathes as he nips at the inside of her thigh. “I want–”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he cuts her off. 

“What?” she almost doesn’t hear him, can barely focus on anything but the fact that she needs more. 

“Tell me you won’t run. That you’re mine. You want me too.” 

She doesn’t want to. She doesn't want to give him that power but at the same time god, she knows he’ll keep her like this, edging her over and over until she cries. Until she breaks. 

“I can’t!”

“You can,” he says. His voice is low and demanding. If she wasn’t already half out of her mind with need, she’d appreciate it more. “Tell me.”

Another swipe of his tongue before it presses flat against her clit. She can’t take it anymore. She needs more. 

“I’m yours!” she breaks. 

Steve moves, hovering over her as his eyes meet hers. He holds himself up with ease, like he hadn’t spent the last half hour trying teasing her without release. “Again.”

“I won’t–won’t run,” she says, trying to focus. He’s so close. She feels like she’s going to explode if he touches her again. She needs to. “You win.”

He grins at her and for a second, she’s struck by how young he looks, how innocent, how happy. She wouldn’t have expected this man to be the one to take her, demanding the right to protect her. He grabs her thigh, lifting it to hook around his waist before he adjsuts himself and pushes in with ease. It burns in the most delicious way and her eyes close. It’s not enough but almost. She’s so close. 

“I always do,” he says. He pulls out slightly before thrusting forwards. He swallows her cry with a kiss. “Now, let me see you cum for me.” 

[asirensrage]

8) “The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.”- Reader x vampire!AU Eddie (Since October is around the corner)

Listen, you have to know how much I love vampires. I'm into this. I don't usually write x reader but I can make exceptions. ;)

8) “The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.”

"What?" You look at him in surprise. You weren't expecting that.

He grins and something about the look he gives you makes your heart pound. "You heard me."

"How can you even see that?" The two of you are walking down the street and it's dark out. He offered to walk you home and you're wasting time because you don't actually want to part ways. Not when he's been teasing you all night. Not that it's obvious but the small touches, the grins, the way he looked at you when he was on stage playing guitar. It adds up. You know it does.

"Good eyesight," he teases. His eyes glance down. Again.

"What are you thinking about?" You can't help but ask. You just...you want to make sure you're not the one losing your mind. You can't be wrong about this, can you?

"Fucking you," he says. He grins and for a moment you think his teeth look sharper. It's the headlights of the car driving past playing trick on you. "I'm imagining what you'd look like on my bed. Or yours." He pauses and steps toward you. The street is nearly deserted now. People in this town don't actually stay out too late and if they do, they don't tend to linger. "I want to know what you look like when you touch yourself. You think of me?"

You swallow tightly. "Maybe." In an act of boldness, you can't help but ask, "you think of me?"

"More than you know."

His lips are on yours before you can even react to that. You kiss his back just as hard, just as desperately as you dig your fingers into his hair. He move you back, shoving you up against the wall of the storefront as he presses into you. You think you feel something sharp as he bites your lip, and before you can even question the copper taste of blood, he's groaning into the kiss. You lose all thought, all hesitance, when it comes to him. As long as he doesn't stop.

You break the kiss, wanting more as you move your lips across his jaw. You try to move your hand under his vest, his shirt...why does he have so many layers? You just want to touch him. He's touching you like he can't get enough, like he wants to know every inch. It's easy to grab his ass and pull him closer to you. You want to feel him harden against you. You want everything.

He grins against your skin as he moves and kisses your neck. He bites. This time, you know something's wrong. It doesn't stop you from holding him, from wanting more even as it feels like the world explodes around you. You're not sure when your legs give out on you, but Eddie holds you up.

"Wait."

"Don't worry," he says and you can hear the grin in his voice even if you can't fully make out his features anymore. Is his mouth red? "We got forever."

Smutty One-Liners Part I

[asirensrage]

10! 🖤 👀

Oooo okay! I left really open since you didn't specify anyone.... Enjoy!

(again, not edited lol)

10. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

"Shut up," you hiss. You pull at their collar, dragging their face closer to yours. "I'm not jealous."

"No? So you dragged me away from her just because?"

You clench your jaw, trying not to react. It wasn't jealousy, it was just the way he was leaning into the conversation, the way he looked at you right after looking at her lips. It was that stupid smirk that told you he knew exactly what he was doing. You don't have a response though. "I wasn't jealous," you say before finally kissing him.

He responds enthusiastically, as though he was waiting for this moment. His hand goes to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. He steps forward, forcing you to retreat until your back hits the wall. His body presses into yours and he breaks the kiss. "I was."

His lips move across your jaw, down your neck until he's sucking marks into your skin near your collar bone. The hand was isn't still at your throat touches your thigh and moves your leg to hook around his waist. You're wearing a dress. If it wasn't for his position, the way his fingers tighten their grip as the warmth of his hand slides up under your skit, you'd be giving anyone who walked by a show.

"What?" You ask, barely able to concentrate. Especially when he rocked his hips forward. Your voice catches in your throat.

"--was jealous. Seeing you in this dress? They've no right."

You move your hands, one moving under his shirt. He feels atrociously hot. Or maybe that's you. You shouldn't be doing this. Not here when anyone could walk by. All you know if that you don't want him to stop, not when the pressure and the friction and the way he's kissing you again feels so good.

"Please," you beg.

You hear him laugh slightly and it turns into a groan as you try to pull him closer to you and bite at his lip.

"Anything," he promises. His grip digs into your thigh as his holds you against him. You can feel how hard he is. How much easy it would be to make him take you like this, right here. You don't want that though.

"Unless we're giving them a show, we need to leave."

"Oh babe," he kisses you again. "Only one who's going to know what you look like when I take you is me."

Smutty One Liners